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(Sawyer was a good kid. She managed good grades and didn't cause a lot of trouble for her parents, anymore... She was far from perfect, of course. The teen had some impulse control issues when it came to trying to keep up with peer pressure. As a young girl, Rebecca had been a bit of a goody-two-shoes. She tried to shed that reputation quickly within the first week of her high school career. The desire to start things fresh in the new school was only part of what led to the rebellious attitude. It was simply skipping a class to start. Rebecca had overheard a couple of 'cooler' girls talking about taking off last period on that Friday and when they caught her watching them, they tempted her to come along. The young teen had changed her style a little before school had started. She'd no longer been content with just letting her mother pick out her clothes for school. She was in High School and wanted to be more independent. A little bit of makeup and the natural beauty was highlighted. She looked like she fit in and felt like it too as these girls invited her along. The argument that evening had stemmed from the phone call from the school and the fact her father had tracked her down at the mall in the food court well after dinner time. Rebecca had been utterly humiliated as he came striding through the tables to where she sat with a group of kids, some a couple of years older. The lecture from her mother when she'd been brought home had been hard to take, but worse had been the grounding. It quashed her ability to get fully engrained with those cooler kids. It was a struggle for Rebecca. The desire to be liked by the new clique at school and the need to behave for her parents warred within her. It was an ongoing struggle as the teen moved up in school. There were a few incidents, but her parents agreed, there was so much more that could happen with their only child. They had tried not to spoil her, yet Rebecca really wanted for nothing. She had a large closet full of fashionable clothes. Somewhat preppy but still with a flirty, cute look that was growing increasingly more revealing as she grew up. Tighter tops, shorter skirts. Long, dark hair that shone and swung with heavy bounces when she moved. Sparkling blue eyes and brilliant straight teeth smiled easily. Shapely curves and long legs. It was a wonder she wasn't more active with the boys. Something her parents feared would be the next big problem. Rebecca was certainly interested in the odd boy from school and like many girls, there was a specific teacher that drew her eyes. It really was an innocent crush, but one Rebecca could enjoy more in-depth than the rest of the girls at school. Mr Atkins just happened to live right next door. It was easy to like him. He was a single dad with a couple of great kids Rebecca babysat sometimes when he had them over. The crush and their rapport brought the desire to please in the seventeen-year-old. She had long ago expanded from babysitting to helping with yard work, cleaning his pool or just lounging by it whenever she got the chance. He was friendly and easy to be around. Rebecca was drawn to him, how could she not be. It was a late Sunday morning, Rebecca was looking forward to a swim when she was done with the lawn mower. She was dressed for it (but naturally, her mother had made her put at least something over her bikini. She took it upon herself to mow Mr Akin's lawn as well. It was something she often did. Enjoying the attention she drew from it. Her towel and book were already on the lounge chair by his pool as she finished off the back lawn of Mr Akin's yard. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat and there was a fine sheen of perspiration over her chest as she neared the end of her chore. The cool water beckoned the warm teen as did the water bottle sitting in the shade of the same chaise. Her dark hair in a thick braid down her back, swung lazily as she moved. The girl daydreamed a little as she worked, keen eyes occasionally glancing towards the house, watching for the handsome teacher. (was something about conversations with his ex which left a bitter taste in his mouth. Cradling the phone against his ear using his shoulder, left his hands free to light a cigarette. Once that business was taken care of, he shouldered the phone back to his free hand and once again began his pacing of the house. His ex was ranting, something she often did, not something he usually indulged her in. But once a month he’d let her get it all out. Inhaling deeply, as she launched into a segue about him smoking around the kids – something he never did – he walked towards the window. The hum of the lawnmower should somehow make him feel emasculated. A man should mow his own lawn. But he was hardly going to discourage Rebecca. It was good for her to have something to do.' Sure', his brain leered, ‘that’s why you won’t discourage her!’ Ignoring his own lecherous thoughts, he couldn’t quite stop his appreciation of her outfit that ruthlessly. It was official, at thirty-six he was a dirty old man. Old enough to be her father. Well, almost. It wasn’t that teenage girls were his thing. More than she insisted on walked around in her bikini, and it was hard not to notice certain…aspects to her figure. Certain curvaceous, barely covered aspects. He bit his lip and let the curtain fall back affording her safety from his gaze. Kids were growing up much too fast. His own included. Luckily his daughter was only eight. His oldest son was sixteen, his youngest five. But he didn’t worry about those two as much as he did his little girl. He taught little girls, and he saw exactly how quickly they grew into women. It was disconcerting. At seventeen kids assumed they were grown up, responsible. Hadn’t he at that age? Wasn’t that why he’d ended up with a baby as a graduation present? Not that he regretted it, but it had set the course for the rest of his life. A decision which in hindsight would have been better made later. He’d been okay, he’d still been to college. Gotten a decent career, not quite the Vet he’d always imagined being, but his salary couldn’t be sniffed at. But his ex-wife? She hadn’t been so lucky. And resentment had festered. After the last baby, when he’d told her he didn’t want more, it seemed to strip her of her identity entirely. And she blamed him. He had a career. He had friends. She had stretch marks. She hated him now too, the latest row had been because the weekend before he’d introduced his kids to his new girlfriend. Not so much new, they’d been dating for about six months. She taught at the same school as him. They had a lot in common. It wasn’t a life-changing relationship, but they had fun together. Was it a rebound? His wife and he had only been separated for a year. Perhaps. He'd never been with anybody but her. He wasn't in love, but he was enjoying it anyway. A beer. That was what was in order. A fag and a beer, the perfect recipe for dealing with this phone call. If his ex was discouraged by his occasional grunts and hmm’s, she didn’t mention it. She hadn’t when they had been together either. Eventually she ran out of steam and they hung up. That was his duty done again. Now when she dropped them off in the week, they would be perfectly acquitted once again. It really was a glorious day. Snuffing out the cigarette and discarding it into the bin, Jeremy made his way to the French doors which overlooked his now pristine lawn. And the pool. As much as he wanted to stand there and admire the view, he felt every bit the lecherous old man he was becoming. Striding out towards the pool he perched on the edge of the chaise and offered the young woman a coke which he had grabbed from the fridge. The condensation was already sliding down the glass.“Come and sit down” he ordered, though there was a big smile on his face. “Your parents will never forgive me if you pass out from exertion on my lawn.” Rebecca was a great kid. He shook he head, no, he couldn’t even persuade himself. She wasn’t a kid. She was a young woman and if he forgot that, well, it would be better than he didn’t. It had happened not so long ago, she’d been babysitting and he’d come home. A little drunk, not very, but he’d been playing with the kids, and she’d joined in. It had ended with him wrestling her down and tickling her, with the help of his youngest boy. He had realized quickly that it wasn’t entirely appropriate, it had been fun, but his body had reacted in ways it shouldn’t have. Since then, he’d tried to draw a very appropriate line between them. "What're you reading?" That was a perfectly justified question considering he taught her English four times a week. The now silent lawn mower was parked off to the side of the yard on the path towards the gate. Rebecca wiped her forehead off, her floppy hat in her free hand and was heading back towards the pool as Mr Atkins came outside. The smile lit up her face as she kicked off her shoes while he sat down. Tucking a stray clump of hair behind her ear, Rebecca laughed softly as she sat where he indicated and took the drink. "Thank you, Mr Atkins." Her bright eyes took in his appearance. His hair appearing to be ruffled up as if he'd been rubbing his hand through it. His face a little scruffy with stubble. It was not lost on the teen that she was one of the lucky few at school who'd ever seen the handsome teacher in such a casual state. It fed her crush on him. Furthermore, it was a crush she kept very tightly controlled; though even Rebecca knew it had to be visible in her smile sometimes." Oh, um, it's The Stand," she answered and held up the battered old book. "I found it in my dad's study. It's really cool and not too freaky like some of Stephen King's other stuff." She watched to see if he thought she was strange for reading the old book and was glad she didn't read silly, teen romance type books that one might expect of a girl her age. In truth, Rebecca read all sorts. She had even dabbled into erotica, also found in her father's study. Perhaps one day she would keep one of those books on her when lounging by her teacher's pool to see what he thought. Just the idea made her grin a little and drop her eyes, feeling a bit silly about it. Scooting back to put her feet up on the chaise, Rebecca sipped the coke and smiled warmly, containing herself easily. She dropped her hat on the table next to the lounge and rested the glass on her bent knee. She gasped and shivered as the cold ran through her over-heated body. A trickle of the condensation from the glass rolled down her shin from the knee. "OOO that gave me goosebumps!" She laughed and wiped the liquid up her smooth leg. She wasn't purposefully flirting, despite the crush on Mr Atkins, Rebecca was quite easy going around him. It helped that he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company." I hope you like the job I did on the lawn. It's the least I can do for free access to the pool." Rebecca's eyes twinkled playfully. "But seriously, if you need anything else, just let me know. Is it next weekend the kids are back? I'm totally up for sitting them if you need." She continued pleasantly. Rebecca really enjoyed doing things for him. She didn't know any of the details of his divorce or what life with his ex was like now, but she knew he loved his kids and enjoyed watching him with them. The younger kids were like having siblings for her. His oldest boy was a young version of his father but without the ruggedness that attracted her to Jeremy. As for the current girlfriend, Rebecca tried not to imagine the pair together. Sure, she liked that Mr Atkins seemed happy in the relationship, but that was about as far as it went. Besides, it was when he was alone at home that she was most attentive to him, anyway. Even in her mind, Rebecca rarely called him by his first name. It wasn't a comfort thing that kept her formal in her mind, it was something completely different, in fact. Seeded in her budding sexuality and the long time crush." You going to come swim with me, Mr Atkins?" She asked after another sip of the coke which was then placed on the table. She undid the black wrap around her hips and let it fall away to drape off either side of the chaise where she sat. Jeremy turned The Stand over in his hands. He was genuinely surprised that she was a fan of Stephen King. He was an author he liked well enough, but he had something of the opposite opinion to his student. Furthermore, he liked the dark stuff. Stephen King was an exceptional author in short bursts. But had a tendency to drag things on when given a full novel to work with. He liked ‘freaky’.“I’ve got all of his books inside, if you ever want to borrow them. The back bedroom is practically a library. You’re more than welcome if you ever run short.” If there was one thing he’d never discourage in his students it was reading. Especially reading actual books. Yes, he was an old man even thinking it, but he had no truck with e-readers and online books. You couldn’t truly love a book until you held it in your hands. That part he kept to himself though. It was bad enough he thought he was an old man. Voluntarily proving it would be more than his ego could survive. Rebecca liked to talk. And he liked to listen. He listened from her drop smoothly from one statement to another and smiled and nodded where appropriate. He was lucky really. For a teenager, she was very responsible and all too willing to help out. And his kids adored her, which was always prudent in a babysitter. She had a crush on him, he was aware enough of that, when one worked with teenage girl’s day in and day out, the signs became obvious. Granted Rebecca was more subtle than most, but he suspected that she didn’t do everything she did for him solely for the use of his pool. That was dangerous. She didn’t act like the swooning giggling girls in her class around him. She didn’t stutter. Didn’t blush. It made it all too easy to be relaxed around her, he often found himself slipping into their flirtation altogether too easily, and he would have to snap himself out of it. Remind himself who he was. Who she was. Alas, he wasn’t a robot and so when the droplet of water tracked down her smooth skin, his eyes followed it. He took a long gulp of beer. As she questioned him again he sheepishly switched his gaze from her legs to her face and smiled as if he hadn’t grossly overstepped his personal boundaries.“I think I’ll sit this one out” he said smoothly. Firstly, he was fully clothed and hadn’t dressed for the pool. By the time, he’d changed she’d likely be back out sunning herself. His planned swimming happened in the morning, he would get up, come down no matter the weather and swim lengths. Nothing quite woke him up like the chill of the water and the exertion of swimming. Not to mention it helped keep him in shape and didn’t make his knees ache like running always had. The pool was the best thing he’d ever spent money on. Luckily the ex disagreed. She’d hated the house and chose instead to move in with her mother out of state. It meant a long drive to pick the kids up, but it was worth it to have her a nice, safe distance away. Teenage girls should be banned from bikini’s. It really wasn’t fair. Thirty-plus year old men really should be able to control themselves enough to not by hypnotized by children. Okay, so they were both at fault.“But please feel free, you’ve worked hard enough for it.” He left out the part where her swimming would allow him to indulge in a few free minutes to ogle her wet form. A few minutes. He would allow himself a few minutes of innocent indulgence. And then he would respectfully excuse himself and leave her to her innocent swim. Rebecca's eyebrows raised inquisitively as her teacher declared he had all of Stephen King's books. She never stopped the hunger to learn more about him and when she came across a shared interest, there was always a little flutter of excitement in her stomach. After all, that was how relationships were built, commonalities. Not that the teen was kidding herself. He would never go for her in a million years. The age difference alone, the fact he was a teacher of hers. And no doubt many more reasons she couldn't and didn't want to think about. A girl could dream just the same and that was fine." I'll have to go peruse this library sometime. Thanks, Mr Atkins," Rebecca smiled. She prided herself on being able to just converse with him outside that school environment. There was something fun about being able to show it off to her friends at the end of class, too. But really, this was much more enjoyable. Time with him, behaving like an adult and pretending he saw her that way too. He had been more careful around her of late. Ever since the tickling incident. Something she thought about a lot when she looked at him. Rebecca couldn't help it. The way it had happened was so innocent, yet she was sure there had been something in his eyes, something like a heat. The way he'd pinned her hands over her head, laughing as he and the little one had tickled her. Her body squirming under his, her top riding up her stomach, long legs kicking helplessly and that wish that his youngest hadn't been there. It had been erotic, and she had felt her own heat for the experience. It was safer to steer clear of those thoughts lest she get hurt. The teen was already wise enough to know that with nothing able to happen between them, she needed to let him go in that sense. Crushes were called so for a good reason. But then she saw his eyes on her leg as she reached for that droplet and had to check herself against reading into it, especially the way he pulled himself from the spot. She hadn't expected Mr Atkins to join her for the swim, but a girl could hope just the same. Her wrap, hat and drink were gone, the little shoes tucked under the chaise, Rebecca was ready for a dip and rose from the chair. She stepped cleanly around the older man and walked to the edge. The water looked wonderful. Cool and clear. Ready for her sleek entrance and long strokes through its crystal depths. Her gait sped up to quick, and she couldn't help the 'wood' as she dove in and disappeared to the bottom, gliding cleanly before her dark head popped up on the other side of the pool. Rebecca turned and looked back, not very innocently looking to see if he was still there. The blush was automatic, and she quickly dipped under the water again, swimming further out to the center of the deep end before drifting up to lay out on her back to float along. Sculling ever so slightly, she lifted her head up enough to clear her ears. The black bandeau top was tight to her firm breasts above the water, her flat stomach, hips and thighs staying up most of the time as well as she drifted closer to her teacher again." When are the kids back?" The question came innocently, hoping to keep him around longer with more conversation. "I was thinking I could take them to that little fair going up next weekend in the park, if the timing was right, and you were OK with it..." She smiled. "Do you think they would like the rides?" This was definitely something of a perverse indulgence, sitting there, watching her swim. He had done this enough to know his mental routine. Firstly shame, he’d chastise himself thoroughly. Then reasoning. She was a beautiful young woman and he was only looking, it would never go further. Rebecca was underage and his student. Then denial. It wasn’t like he was really that attracted to her as a person. She had a nice body and liked to walk around wearing borderline obscene swimwear. Was it his fault that he could understand why somebody might look at her and imagine pulling those little ties which held the skimpy fabric in place, just about, over her modesty? Jeremy knew that it was wrong to look. Deep down he really did. Because looking often led to other, less honorable activities when he was alone, in bed, in the shower. It had also, once or twice, rather shamefully led to him fantasizing about such things whilst with his girlfriend. He’d not quite dragged her out here and fucked her by the pool edge wearing swimwear yet, but if he continued down this path then he had a feeling that it might not be long. God, he was a disgusting human being. When Rebecca started talking, he had to clear his throat before he spoke. This is what he had to cling to, the fact that she was a kind-hearted, gentle young woman who adored his children. She was the best damn babysitter he’d ever had, so although the idea of her squirming beneath his hands was burned into his memory for entirely inappropriate reasons, and he knew he should let her go and find somebody else, he couldn’t. His kids would never forgive him.“They’re here on Friday” he smiled, every other weekend he was allowed them. Friday until Sunday. His ex-wife dropped them off on Friday, and they were usually waiting outside in the car when he got home from work at five. Then he’d endure the long drive up on Sunday evening, kiss them goodbye and know that he wouldn’t see them again for another two weeks. It was the hardest drive of his life, giving them back. Especially as he’d had them for four weeks over summer vacation, four solid weeks when he’d felt like an actual father again. There would be another week at Christmas, but Christmas was an age away. Great move Her, he chastised himself, from horny to melancholy in one swift thought. Was moping father better than perverted old teacher? Marginally, perhaps.“The fair sounds perfect” he grinned, she really was a better parent than he was. He’d have never thought to take them. Mainly because he knew it would cost a small fortune, but he was missing them enough to overlook the inevitable. “I think they’d love it. Do you mind if I tag along? My treat of course.” He was missing them too much at the moment to forgo spending even a moment with them. And he could take them to the fair alone, without her, but they’d have a lot more fun if she was around, and she knew it. She was practically part of the family. It was her plan. They'd have a lot more fun together. A million justifications just so that he could spend the time with her. Harmless, as long as he kept to certain personal boundaries. He thought he was doing remarkably well already as she splashed around in the pool whilst they were entirely alone. It would be easier to remember she was a minor still with witnesses all around. Witnesses? Was he really so far gone? Her skin shimmered in the sunlight, the water creating a sheen over her tanned form, caressing her body in places that he could only imagine. He was jealous of water? Yeah. Okay. He was that far gone." That is if your reputation could withstand an outing with your boring old teacher?" His eyes were watching her, challengingly. It seemed the right thing to do, to give her a chance to decline. Unfortunately, the amount of time she lingered here, even when she wasn't obligated to do so, he had a feeling that he might be taking advantage of her crush at this point. A sensible man would draw a line under this, end things definitively, back away. He was not a sensible man. Rebecca continued to float, in a way that was almost shameless, on her back. She drifted closer to where he sat and was aware he was watching her. Yet she was really only semi-conscious of what she might be doing to her teacher. Subtle flirting lest he end the association or worse, lecture her on decorum. Both would be humiliating. But, yeah, Rebecca wasn't thinking about such things. She was focused on the idea of going to the fair with Mr Atkins and his kids. Laughing and screaming on rides. Getting thrown against him by the forces at play. Touching him. It could be like the tickling incident. The teen felt her cheeks flushing and flipped over to dive below again with a laugh before stroking smoothly underwater to the edge near to the older man. She was grinning as she shifted over to sit on the steps so that she was half out of the water." Mr Atkins, you're not old..." She said with a teasing laugh for having not corrected the 'boring' qualifier as well." I think my reputation will be fine," she continued with a grin but hesitated ever so slightly before she dared to comment further. "In fact, I expect a few people will be jealous." Her blue eyes dropped to the water as she cupped some up in her hand and let it trickle away. The blush was there. It was a daring flirt, one she rarely, if ever, had made towards him. Yet it was subtle. In fact, it was probably her reaction to her own comment that would tell him the true nature of it. She was risking much by trying to flirt with him. She had a great thing going and didn't want to risk it. Mr Atkins was nice to her, had great kids that she enjoyed spending time with, as much as she did with him. She liked doing things for him around the house. It gave her a strange pleasure to do things like wash his car or mow his lawn. She wanted to more for him if only to be nearby and have the chance to strike up a conversation. To gain that praise for a job well done just for him. The fair was a perfect plan and couldn't have worked out better that he wanted to come. It would offer excuses for closer contact." I hope you like rides," Rebecca said and looked up at him again, finally, laughing gently. "It'll be so much fun." She was already plotting out what she'd wear. She was teasing him and, considering that he was using the time to ogle the water sliding from her slick body, he didn’t think he was in much of a position to argue. This line they were treading, him pretending that they were friends, on mutual footing, it required some give and take. It caught him off guard when she intimated people would be jealous, bothered him a little that what they did would circulate around the school. It was bad enough that he was ashamed of himself, he didn’t need other people jumping to the same conclusion. He finished his beer in another mouthful, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pausing there for a moment to contemplate his next move. This was over the line. He’d overstepped. Made even more prominent by the fact that he had barely looked up from the line of water lapping at her breasts whilst she was talking to him, the water was cold, he could see the line of her pert little nipples. It was then that he realized he was getting hard, nothing noticeable yet, but entirely inappropriate nonetheless.“It will be. Just be sure to clear it with your parents. They must miss you, what with my stealing you away most weekends.” There. That sounded like the words of a responsible adult. With that he stood up, “I should go inside. I have a lot of marking to get finished before tomorrow. Feel free to stay out here as long as you like.” He glanced around, “the lawn looks great by the way” had he already said that? He offered a smile and then headed back inside. Once in the confines of his kitchen he opened the fridge and grabbed another beer, then closing the door he rested his forehead against the cool steel. What the Hell was he playing at? He wasn’t lying, he did have a lot of marking to do, but it was nothing he wouldn’t normally leave until later that evening. He was monopolizing all of her time for his own benefit. Mowing his lawn. Watching his kids. Going to the fair. She needed to spend more time around her friends, kids her own age. Stepping back, he stared at himself in the reflection of the fridge. He wasn’t this person. Yes, he liked to look at attractive women, who didn’t? But she wasn’t a woman, she was a girl, and he was desperately close to abusing his position. No more watching her in the pool. From now on he would keep his ogling for a safe distance. How hard could that be? It wasn’t like she was doing it on purpose, always being around, always wearing just a little too little. She was a teenager, oblivious, and he was supposed to know better.“Time to make it count” Atkins he told himself. Summer of madness was done. Now it was time to pull his head out of his ass and focus. It had never occurred to Rebecca that Mr Atkins might want to spend time with his kids alone. That was mainly due to the fact she was just a kid still. She just saw it as a fun thing to do in general. Sure she could go to the fair with friends but in all truth, she was all about doing things for her teacher if she could. Proposing to take the kids was part and parcel to that. She was delighted that he was coming with them and now had small fantasies sprouting in her mind as he finished his beer." Oh yeah, my parents will be fine with it." She said quickly, "They like that I'm such a good neighbor." She grinned and nodded. "I'm glad you like the job I did!" She said as he headed off. Rebecca pushed off and floated back out on her back towards the center of the pool for a moment, pondering the exchange a little. While she knew his eyes had roamed her body a little, it did not really make Rebecca think he liked her in any real sense. In her mind, he was a man, and she was a teenager in a skimpy bikini with a great body. She knew what men liked to look at. She did wonder if he was fully aware he'd been staring at her, though. It sort of made sense that that might have been the reason he'd gone back inside. Rebecca would be kidding herself if she said she didn't know how she'd been dressing in front of him. But really, what girl didn't want to feel attractive by drawing the eye of a handsome man like Mr Atkins? She felt a twinge of guilt for it and proceeded to swim back to the steps so that she could climb from the pool. The towel she'd laid on the chaise was used to squeeze water from her long, dark hair and pat dry some of her body. Her back was to the house as she dried before spreading the towel down again to lay out on in the sun and read. It was some time later when she headed back home, returning the lawn mower to the shed and heading in for dinner and then homework of her own. The week passed much as normal. She saw Mr Atkins at school, of course, his class being one of her favorites and only mostly because of the man himself. He was a professional, as far as Rebecca could tell. He didn't stare at the girls in class the way he had at her while she'd been swimming. But that professionalism meant he also didn't behave differently towards her at school. Not that he was unfriendly, merely he was relatively friendly with a lot of the students. In her own way, Rebecca was respectful of their non-school related relationship. She didn't go on about it at all to her friends. Her close friends knew she lived next door to him, sure. Knew she babysat for him sometimes. Even knew about her crush, but then again, most of the girls had some level of crush on the sexy English teacher. It was the weekend again soon enough and Rebecca was looking forward to spending a few hours with the Atkins family. She had dressed comfortably (for the day, if a little flirty (still. Her bare shoulders revealed by the fact her hair was in a long braid down her back, her makeup light. She had some cash in her pockets as well as her bus pass from her trip over to the grounds. The teen craned her neck to see through the families as she watched for Mr. Atkins and his kids, her hands shoved in her pockets. The day was not shaping up to be the best of days. Firstly, school had been a nightmare, it seemed like every class was either behind or determined to test his patience. He’d ended up giving out more detentions in one day than he had all year. Jeremy had been teaching for long enough to know that his own mood probably wasn’t helping. Normally where he’d have patience, he set them reading tasks and expected them to get on with them. He was not in the mood to be at work and it showed. It had started with a phone call that morning, from his ex-wife, informing him that one of his kids had been sick all week. Which meant that one of them he wouldn’t be seeing this weekend, it also meant that before the fair tonight he would have to drive and pick up the other. He’d arrived late. Which had precipitated an argument. And then his wife had kicked him out. Alone. It had been a long and angry drive home. Ten minutes before he pulled into his driveway he clocked the time and realized that Rebecca would have more than likely, already have left for the fair. He cursed about the fact that he didn’t have her number and had no way to contact her. He really wasn’t in the mood for fun and frolics. What was he in the mood for? Alcohol. He had so much frustration pulsing through his veins that he couldn’t think straight even now. God help him once he’d had a drink. A dark part of him wondered whether he should blow off the fair and call Emma over. But then, he hadn’t yet broached the subject of his darker desires with her, and he wasn’t sure he was in the right frame of mind to have a gentle conversation tonight. Driving passed his house he pulled up at the fair shortly after. As bad a mood as he was in, he couldn’t just leave Rebecca waiting indefinitely. He was already late. It would be quick enough though, explain, apologize, drive her home, then sacrifice away his weekend to angry oblivion. It wasn’t hard to find her, she was watching for them close to the entrance. Obediently. That shouldn’t have sent desire pulsing through him, but it did. He had to remind himself that she was there because she was polite and reliable. Not because he had told her to be. There was absolutely a distinction and he needed to focus on that. Rebecca was not an outlet for his mood. He recited that to himself as he approached her.“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news” he spoke once he was close enough to her to be heard. It was rather closer than was entirely appropriate, the noise of the fair was immense. He was close enough to smell her perfume. “The kids aren’t well, I popped over to see them which is why I’m late.” She didn’t need to know the gory details of his dealing with his ex. Or his own petulance in letting his temper get the best of him. “I can give you a ride home if you want?” He glanced around the fair, it seemed cruel to drag her away from this when she had waited for so him for so long. “Unless you’ve got friends here you’d rather join?” It was another thing he could beat himself up over later, ruining her night. But then, it’s not like she would want to spend time with just him, it would probably leave her reputation in tatters. Hanging out with her teacher. Fuck everything. “Come on, let me buy you a hot dog. My way of an apology for dragging you out all this way for nothing. I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since lunch.” Time was passing and Rebecca was beginning to wonder if something had happened to Mr Atkins and the kids. She was starting to grow worried when she spotted the sexy teacher weaving through the crowd towards her. The teen realized quickly that the kids weren't with him and her heart jumped a bit. It shouldn't have, really, he was her teacher, and they had never exchanged phone numbers with her living next door, he was probably just coming to let her down. Still, she looked up at him hopefully as he stepped right up close, her nose catching his scent as he least in to be heard over the surrounding noise." Oh." She managed under her breath as he explained. She tried really hard not to look too disappointed. It was too bad the kids weren't well, Rebecca knew how important his time with them was. She felt bad because he probably was even more disappointed than she was. That straightened her mind out. Don't be greedy. Glancing around, the teen figured she might be able to find some other kids she knew, but her heart wasn't in it after the letdown. Her lips parted to thank him and accept the lift when he spoke and changed plans. There was no way to hide the delighted reaction, but Rebecca quickly put a lock on the wider grin, pulling it back from beaming to pleased as best she could. "That would be nice, thanks, Mr Atkins," she said and fell in beside him as they headed deeper into the grounds towards the food stall section. "That sucks about the kids. I hope nothing serious." She said, leaning closer as they walked, her arm brushing against his accidentally. The noise around them got louder as they moved between game stalls with flashing lights and loud voices chattering and laughing over loud music. There were screams and more laughter from rides scattered throughout the fair. The whole place was organized chaos. Festive and wild at times that had a way of infecting a young person, like Rebecca. She perked up more as they zeroed in on a hot dog stand. Her steps were a little bouncy, and she found her eyes turning from games to rides to a cart full of fluffy cotton candy. Periodically a large stuffed animal traipsed by being carried by a grinning kid. Rebecca felt a pang of disappointment as she began to munch on her hot dog knowing she would be leaving soon." What's your favorite ride?" She asked as she sipped the diet coke he'd gotten her as well where they stood off to one side of the cart, a Scrambler (whizzing around beside them. It really wasn't meant to be a leading question. Rebecca just wanted to make some conversation with the man while she could, her eyes watching the way the people were pressed together from the inertia of the ride and couldn't help imagine the feeling of Mr Akin's arm around her as they laughed on the ride. What was his favorite ride? Before today, he’d probably not have had an answer. But here in the midst of cheers, lights and screams Jeremy felt like he had been pulled back in time. When was the last time he enjoyed something like this without having to worry about where his children were, how much they were spending and whether they should eat here or at home. This was liberating. It was exciting. Rebecca for her part, certainly didn’t seem to mind hanging out with her teacher. Was that politeness? He watched her for a moment, letting her walk ahead, her ass in the jeans she was wearing was…something he most definitely shouldn’t be looking at.“My favorite ride” he mused, “it’s been a long time” he grinned at her with renewed appreciation for the night. “You know what, I might just try them all, just to rekindle my memory.” Whether she would want to or not, well, he left the unspoken invitation hang between them. “What about you? What’s your favorite? Maybe we can start there?” It was the simplest invitation he could risk, she could overlook it, and they could part ways, or she could take him on a guided tour through the twists and turns of the fair.God, she was beautiful. Even with the harsh florescent lights darting around the fair. He didn’t want to drop into a monologue about fairs when he was younger. He certainly wasn’t looking for ways to demonstrate just how old he was. Though he was guiltily looking around to see whether anybody else from school was there. Were high schoolers too cool for fair grounds these days? “Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked, fingers already retrieving a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket.

His Pet {Flickaha & Nymphadora}|rating:3.0

The Mechanic (NowhereWoman and Anjelita)

(paces to one wall of close-spaced steel bars, six paces back. Three, front to back across the cell. Jayne wasn't moving, she was seeing it, behind her eyes. She knew, to within a fraction of an inch, exactly how big the cell was; knew exactly how fast she could get to the door and its multiple locks from her cot. It had been her home for the last five months, so she ought to. The locks, too, were like old fuck buddies to her. There were three of them, in deference to her odd talent: a standard rotary drop-bar (6 tumblers plus a pick plate. She knew exactly what the key looked like from observation and listening to it being opened to let her out for showers and exercise); a 'cut proof' rotary padlock, like people used on storage lockers, hooked through loops welded on especially for her; and the masterpiece, a positive-fail magnetic lock. If the power went off, she'd have half a second to find a way to trap the safety latch bar, otherwise that one was staying closed until somebody official came by. Of course, there had to be a way to open it in case of power failure-fire safety, prisoners' rights laws, all that. In fact, no one of the mechanisms would have held her longer than a day or two-that was kind of why she was behind bars, in an open isolation cell, no privacy, no neighbors, to begin with. Blessing, and curse: Jayne had near-perfect spatial relationship awareness, at least when it came to machinery. If it was mechanical or electromechanical, she could figure out exactly how it worked, exactly what might be wrong with it, precisely how to fix it, often without taking the thing completely apart. Not bad, for a kid who had dropped out of High School sophomore year- and had been told by her shop teacher she was a klutz, to boot! Her first arrest had been for boosting bikes, while she was still a Julie. Not a lock on the market could stop her; she could have a bike off its rack in thirty seconds or less, no matter how carefully secured. She'd walked out of Julie detention three times before she finally decided it was less hassle to talk to the shrink, pretend to be contrite, and wait for them to open the door for her, instead of doing it herself. Afterward, a few cars had passed through her hands the same way, but nobody really knew about that. It was the one time she'd tried safe cracking, when she was nineteen, that had gotten her jammed up. She'd done some time- two years, soft, since she'd never been a violent sort (well...at least the crimes she'd been busted for hadn't been violent), and been paroled. Almost as soon as she was out, she'd landed a job working on bikes for a local club. Who knew her parole officer might take a dim view of her hanging out with known and suspected felons? Back in she went. Already having learned that she hated prison food, prison clothing, and prison toilet paper, she'd gone for a walk a day after checking- made it nearly to the front gate, too. After that, it was isolation: a cage surrounded on all sides by a lot of open space she couldn't hide in. And a door with three locks. She wondered if the guards got off on watching her pee. Once or twice she'd considered killing off outside the blankets just to bend their heads, but decided they didn't deserve it. Next time, she'd just have to be smarter. And maybe next time she'd have to hurt someone. Not her thing, but she knew how-the human skeletal system is, after all, basically a mechanical device. A brilliantly-designed and amazingly fragile one... She was half-asleep, envisioning the guts of the locks on her cage, the hall outside, the paths to the exercise yard and the showers (all long since memorized), when the floor shook, like an overloaded semi had just passed by. Only there were no roads that close. No subway, no airplane flight patterns, no noisy club sound systems with 5Kw subwoofers. Something had just exploded, fairly close. Nonchalantly, she stood, stretched. When the lights flickered, she was ready. In a breath, she was at the cage door, the soft wad of chewing gum out of her mouth, packed into the safety keyhole of the magnetic lock. Just for show, she rattled the door, and shouted at the cameras, "Hey! What the hell's going on? Earthquake? You can't leave me in here during a damn earthquake!" She had fast hands, with luck, they'd see the gross action and miss the small one. Emergency power kicked on, and the bar was clamped again by the electrical field- but if it glitched as well, the failsafe wouldn't be able to drop in to latch the bar down, and it would be free-floating. One down, partway. Another boom, and a far-off sound of gunfire. Heavy stuff, too, like from a movie. What the hell? One of the big gangs staging a raid on the prison? They'd have to be psycho, but in these days when 'differently abled' as often meant a guy who could set you on fire with his brain as it did someone missing a few body parts, crazy was the new normal. This might be what she'd been waiting for. Moving back to the bed, she sprawled across it, one arm over her eyes, the other under her head. Where it worked under the edge of the mattress to carefully tug out the slat she'd loosened. It'd make a shitty pick, but it's a poor workman who blames her tools... (liked to go for walks. Sometimes she would take a stroll down memory lane, a place in her mind that held all the thoughts, moments, images, events, collective, individual, that made up her long life. Well, not so long, and getting shorter by the second, with every step she took. One memory that remained in her mind, fresh, so fresh she could still taste the sour flavor it left in her mouth, was the day she was "dishonorably" discharged. Dishonorably, because she had chosen to go against a direct order. To kill an innocent. Of course, when all the details came to light, she was at least not imprisoned for her actions. But because she had been insubordinate, well, they had to make a point, and she was going to be that scapegoat. They couldn't let go of their "best" General to save a Colonel. Heaven forbid! Especially not for one with a mouth on her that got her into enough trouble as it was, regardless of the fact that she was one of the best controllers they had for the GJ8400 Series much suit. Swallowing her pride had been a bitter pill. Keeping her jaw set, her eyes straight. She had wanted to do the right thing, did the right thing, and ended up getting punished as though she was some sort of vigilante. She wondered if she would have been rewarded for doing the wrong thing by following orders and killing an innocent. But she didn't know. All she knew was that she was no longer who she used to be, what she used to be, and it was one of the few things she knew. Other than that she liked to take walks. One such walk had leaded her to visit a friend. Another woman and one on the inside - a colonel herself of the Mobilized Artillery Unit (MAU) that Ravage herself had been an integral part of. A student that Ravage had trained. A friend. An ex-lover. A beautiful creature who owed her one. Big. It may have been her duty to save lives, but she had done far more than that for Leanna. She had given her purpose. And yeah, she managed to save that pretty little head of hers, too; more times than should have been necessary, until Leanna learned the ropes and became near as good with the much suit as Ravage had. Nearly. But that walk had leaded her into Leanna's home. It had leaded her to sit in the black leather seat before Leanna's desk and across from the delicate slip of a woman who sat with legs crossed head tilted and the tips of her fingers pressed beneath her chin, the two of them in her little home office. And it had lead Ravage to demand her suit - Desdemona - Jessie, for short. She knew that after a person was discharged the suits were scrapped, recycled, rebuilt for the next generation of users so nothing of the previous controller remained. One couldn't have a malfunctioning Mecca forcefully ejecting, maiming or killing a controller because it was "confused". They were wired to respond to their designated rider. Genetically wired. The connection that was shared was one that was shared through blood, through cerebral synapses so that response time was cut down to nil. If you could think it fasts enough, it would happen. When you moved, it moved. Fluidly and without hesitation. It was as though your own body was weaponized. But it took a lot out of the rider, too. Mentally, physically, the act of maintaining that bond with a Mecca was draining. But also so very rewarding. And perhaps a wee bit maddening. And Ravage could not be without it. Jessie was her other half. The meeting had resulted in a lot of laughter, then a lot of staring, and more than one "hell no". But Ravage knew all she had to do was to reach into her pocket, grab that silver dog tag, and toss it across the table. Which she did. And at that moment, she knew Leanna hated her for it. She didn't care. And with a great deal of preparation, and a lot of illegal trespassing, Ravage was able to free Jessie from her prison. Unfortunately she was damaged, already en route to being recycled, which meant some options and components were not available to her. Like increased speed. And the suspension hydraulics used to soften steps and movements. The cloaking shield, too, was not functional. Oh, and the one thing she needed to work. The cerebral connection. Everything was done by muscle impulse, which was still fast, but the activation of weaponry had to be performed manually or by voice command, instead of by thought. This was a problem. Ravages next steps walked her and Jessie out of the military complex under the cloak of darkness. And now? She was powering through the walls of a maximum security penitentiary in search of one person and one person only. Ravage wanted... no she needed someone to fix her suit, to get the cerebral connection up and running. And no matter who she asked or where she looked, all answers pointed to this one. Single. Individual. It was just a shame that she couldn't have walked up to her door and invited herself in for a cup of tea and a bit of conversation. No matter, she did not mind improvising. It did not take long at all for the prison to put together a response team after the initial kaboom. That had been Jessie busting through the cement walls, unfazed by the electrical wiring that lined the 20-foot tall enclosure. First there had been five guards, coming at her from the guard tower. Then there had been ten more coming from the facility itself. All of them looked up at her with confusion, fear, and a general expression of "what the fuck". With a crooked grin, Ravage peered through the dusty, bulletproof screen." Dessie, show me stats,"words spoken with authority were met with a soft buzzing sound and then red and green pixels which appeared on the screen before her. Each guard was lit up in red - they were the bad guys this time. Weaponry was pointed out, lettering showed to make words that swiftly scrolled down the screen. Fifteen guards, each one armed. AKS, hand guns, two from inside with grenades, one who just threw a flash bang which landed at her feet. With a wicked little grin she kicked it back at them with such force that it hit one guard in the head and knocked him completely out cold. Disoriented and screaming, the guards looked from one to the other before one managed to have a bright idea and radioed for more help while the other regained their bearings and either shot at her or searched for cover; something there wasn't very much of considering they didn't want escapees to be able to hide from the all-seeing eyes of this big brother agency." Guns? On a first date? Shouldn't you have asked me nicely to announce myself and state my business?" She muttered at them as fingers deftly tapped at the manual controls at her fingertips and with a jerk, a loud sound of metal grinding against metal, and the shifting of gears, the gun with a small grenade launcher attachment that was equipped to her left arm pulled up and out of the arm of her Mecca with a hiss of steam as she aimed it at the guards. The site showed up on the screen giving her a view of what she was aiming at. Raising her arm with a slight grunt, she aimed it at the center of the group of guards who continued to shoot at her impenetrable armor." Nighty-night, assholes." Her index finger tapped the trigger, letting loose a grenade of her own, one that erupted in a cloud of noxious sleeping gas. One by one the prison personnel fell to the ground, limp bodies appearing lifeless as she walked amongst them, though one remained standing, wobbling on his two feet. A fighter. Cocking her head to the side, she activated the mic." Seen a little blonde thing around here? Goes by the name of Jayne? I really don't have a lot of time and would prefer not to bust through every single wall. Seems a little pointless yeah?" Ravage watched as the man's eyes raised to the reflective glass, more than a little cross-eyed." No, huh? Alright. Was worth a shot." She raised her right arm, pointed her finger, which pointed the Mecca's finger and poked him in the head, only to watch him fall. Sirens blared in the background, but she could barely hear them over the sound of her own riotous laughter. Some distance from the chaos, the Warden watched as the heavy exomoon chewed through his guards like toy soldiers. He was relieved- and a bit puzzled-by the fact that, so far at least, the intruder hadn't seriously hurt anyone. That couldn't be expected to last." The Governor has called the Guard commander, Warden. They should be here with heavy stuff inside of ten minutes," his heavily-sweating assistant reassured him. Then, "What IS that thing?"" Military issue. Either one of the big gangs hit a convoy, or we have a new player in town. This'll all be a news story in ten minutes." leaning close to the screen, he punched a stud, lifted a headset, listened intently as the video wound back and replayed. "Should have guessed. They're after the Mechanic. Get her moved, now! Down into the Vaults."" But Warden, we-""MOVE it, Kourtney!" Jayne wasn't surprised when four guards in riot gear came into the room, carefully checking the walls and corners, as if they suspected she might notreallybe there, right in the center of her cage, right in the center of the empty concrete cube. She'd been expecting them. Counting on them, really, and she smiled to show them how glad she was to see them. Sort of a smile, anyway. As if a snake had swallowed broken glass." About damn time. Thought you were just going to leave me in here while the roof came down on me. The fuck's going on, anyway?"" Away from the door, Jayne." That was Sandra, one of the matrons, unrecognizable and unfeminine in her body armor, face shield, and other such fashion statements. She actually wasn't a bad one as cops went, so Jayne was going to do her damnedest to be sure the chick didn't get hurt. Never know, though, never can tell. "You know the drill, kiddo," one of the others growled, cuffs dangling from his hand. "Turn your back, lace your fingers behind your neck-" The room shook again, another big blast somewhere close. "-and do it quick, huh? None of us want to be buried here." Still smiling, Jayne obeyed, such a good little prisoner. Fingertips brushed her collar, making sure the sliver of wire from the bed frame was still in place. Locks clicked, and the squad surged in, surrounding her, three stun guns all but touching her as the fourth cuffed her, quick and pro-like. "Wow," she quipped. "If I'd known you all were going to throw me a party, I'the dressed up."" Shut up, one-twenty-two," another of the guards snapped, but Sandra shut him up with a snappish tone. "Leave it, Peters. She's got a mouth, but she's mostly a good kid." Then she turned to Jayne, and with a gentle push started her moving. "Don't make a liar out me, now, Jana. We're putting you somewhere safe until this gets sorted." Janey?OK, that was uncool. Ten demerits and a clonk on the head for Sandra. Just not quite yet. Get out of the plain gray box with the one door, get out in the halls where she had space, let them think she was going to be a sweet little lamb... (seemed that walks were really becoming her "thing" as each step brought her closer to the realization of her goal. There was no room for failure, no room for a single mistake. She did not plan on killing anyone. But that was certainly not outside the realm of possibility. One thing she did not like though was that she was going in kind of blind. Sure the scanware was enough to tell her what she was up against when it came to man power, and the fact that she had managed to find in a not-so-legal manner the blueprints to this facility was helpful, but she knew there were radio communications happening, radio communications that she could not yet intercept. Another downed function that she would need this Jayne character's expertise to set right. She could almost see it in her mind's eye; a warden on the phone, on a radio, sending wires, fucking Morse Code for all she knew, requesting back up. The facility was maximum security, and housed some of the baddest female pseudo-villains known to mankind, the type that would be a bane on society. She kept that in mind. Certainly there were others in there that they would rather not see freed in exchange for a girl who did a few hardly even bad things in her time. There were murderers. There were suspected terrorists, though they'd never fess up to them being held there for that reason. She knew that there were. Ravage had done her research. And if she needed a distraction to get to her target, she was not above setting some jailbirds free and watching them fly. But that would only get her so far. And the moment she had bashed her way through the wall Ravage knew that the clock was ticking, counting down the minutes before tanks would arrive. Tanks, machine guns, rocket launchers, and her shields were nowhere at the capacity she would need them to be to take on a veritable army. Pity, too. She quite enjoyed breathing. Ravage promised herself that if she made it out intact and with Jayne in tow she would try to do a lot more of it. Most likely with a joint at her lips. Until then, she had to focus." Get me the blueprints Jessie,"her voice was clear, concise, and surprisingly steady though her eyes were wild, reading the words that scrolled on the screen, cursing under her breath at how long it took to do so. Wasting moments she did not have as she multitasked and moved from a walk to a trot, and from a trot to a sprint towards the prison entrance. A 2-D image of a blueprint appeared on the screen, the picture glitching a moment." Cmon, Jessie, don't fail me now!" She muttered between teeth clenched tight, gritting down while bright eyes narrowed and, as if by second nature, she went into battle mode. Sure, her training may not have been intended for this very purpose, but it certainly was an asset to have. More than an asset. It was the reason she was able to sight the new wave of guards as she busted through the doors which had been barricaded. Ravage smirked at that." What a waste of time. Didn't you see that I like to make a doorway whether one already exists or not?"laughter rang from beneath the helmet, via the mic. Her voice boomed down the hall, and as she passed through the door, raising one arm to knock a barely armored guard hard against the wall, and another with her other arm, clearing the way for her large mechanical form to maneuver in the surprisingly narrow hallway, the 2-D image shifted to become something more three-dimensional, showing the floor plans of the prison, complete with cells, and the little break room these assholes no doubt occupied and circle jerked in to waste away their time, watching inmates in their cells, in their monochromatic suits, imagining large breasts, wide hips, tight cunts underneath. The women were probably no exception. Granted, if she was in their shoes she'd probably have done the same, or instead of just imagining it all, she'd have found a few to take advantage of herself. Still, she figured she'd be welcome. Ravage knew what to do with her hands, with her fingers, with that pretty serpentine mouth of hers too, and imagined she would be a sought after item. One might think that these thoughts shouldn't have been passing through the mind of a woman under fire. Quite literally now as guards drew their guns and wasted no time popping off shots that had not managed to embed bullets in her suit just yet."BULLET PROOF SHIELD FUNCTIONING AT .... 40.... PERCENT... 8 ... ASSAILANTS.... ALL ARMED..." Des's robotic voice shook, shivered, wavered, dropped in tone, almost like a Mecca possessed, as if dying, as if her battery was drained, and Ravage cringed." Soon, baby. You will be better soon, I promise,"she whispered, cooing as if it might help her mechanical beast in its laborious task. Reaching towards her chest, and at the press of a few button combinations, the breastplate opened up, and she pulled a gun from within the metal frame, the door closing before any shots could be fired inside of it. The fat-fingered hand held the almost comically small gun and pressed the trigger once. The gun expanded, its size doubling, tripling, now quadrupled so it looked like it was made for the hand that held it; which it was. She was out of that sleeping gas grenade. She had only brought along the one. The gun, though, did not shoot off rounds of bullets meant to kill, but darts with a tranquilizer potent enough to knock each one of these mindless droning idiots on their asses for at least an hour. Raising her hand, she shot the first one with no recoil, aimed at the neck of the guard in front of her, and watched him drop immediately."99 stupid ass guards in my way, 99 stupid ass guards, you trans one down,"her clawed foot kicked him out of the way,"kick 'I'm around," and proceeded to raise her gun again, that wickedly quirked smile pulling her lips into place, "98 stupid ass guards in my way..." There wasn't 99... or 98 for that matter... at least not yet; but there was no rule saying she couldn't have a bit of fun as she made her way through the corridor, picking each guard off one by one. A dart to the knee had another out for the count. A dart to the shoulder took another one off of her list of things to screw... over. Eyes rose as she continued, sighting a camera focused on her and her Mecca. Ravage, cocky as ever, and high off of the adrenaline, was almost foolhardy enough to pull that reflective screen back and sneer at the camera, spit in its lens and take it down, but with a tremor that bespoke of the will it took to stop herself, she just reached up with her free, three-pronged hand and snatched it out of the ceiling like it had been a bit of ripe fruit danging from a tree, which she then proceeded to crush and let fall in shambles to the floor." Where is she, guys?" She made her way through the corridor, leaving a trail of bodies in her wake, and ended up before yet another door." So many goddamned doors. Seriously. Open concept is so much better for rehabilitation~!" There was a bit of tension in her voice now, and rightfully so. It had taken two minutes she did not have to get through the idiots and their little guns, and more shield power than she would have liked, too. Shaking it off, her Mecca shaking, too, arms going limp to shudder about her streamlined metal frame, she replaced the trans gun and, grabbing the metal door frame with her weaponized hands and an animalistic grunt, she tugged. And tugged. And tugged until the frame warped and the glass on either side, though no doubt deemed unbreakable, crunched and busted. Bending a leg, her hands still gripping the frame, she placed her foot against the door and pushed with force, the door flying out of it's frame, frayed and broken wires sparking. The door managed to push a couple of the guards that had rallied out of the way, knocking them to the floor." Alright guys, round three, ding ding. This could all be suitor very simple if you would just answer one teensy weensy question that I have. Ready? Get out your pens and paper. This will be on the final exam. Where. The. Fuck. Is. Jayne!" Whoever had come calling was making quite a mess, it sounded like. The lights had gone out twice more, then stayed out, replaced by the dim night vision-glow of the emergency system. That was very good for Jayne; it let her putz around with her cuffs without anyone really noticing. One bracelet was unlatched, just waiting for the right moment. That moment had better come soon, though; she knew now where they were going: the Vaults, down below the prison. She didn't know that part of town well at all, but she knew there was only one door in and out, not even any vents-they kept compressed air down there in case, like WWIII broke out, or something. It was probably the one place in the joint she couldn't get out of fairly easily, so it was one place she absolutely was not going. Unfortunately, the guards, Sandra especially, knew her well enough to know exactly what she was thinking. And Jayne knewthemwell enough to know that they figured now would be a really, really bad time to screw up. It looked like she'd have to take a chance at brought and tumble, which wasn't really her strongest point, but if she was going to wander off, she had to..."WHERE. THE FUCK. IS JAYNE?!?!" My my. Seemed she had an admirer. Not a voice she knew, but it sure was loud. Loud enough that her playmates cringed and looked around, expecting the owner of that booming, metallic set of pipes to be right the fuck there." That's my ride, guys. Bye!" The loose bracelet came off her wrist, hooked on to one of the guys' in front. She yanked him close, grabbed his stun gun, shoved it up under his chin, hit the stud. Then his mace; the next two got a good soaking as they spun back around, getting back on-task just a wee bit late. Clawing at their eyes and gagging, they went down. Sandra was still up, had her gun out and sorta-aimed, but Jayne still had her limp human shield, had backed off a few steps into the dim. "Come on, Jana, don't do anything stupid," the cop called, trying to stay frosty and reasonable. "You do this, next time's going to be full-time lockdown for life. Another break, plus assaulting three guards? You're fucked, kid, unless you give it up.""Sandy-you've always been pretty straight up with me. I appreciate that," the Locksmith replied, equally calm. "But there are two things you just never got into your head. One, I fucking HATE bein' cooped up. Not to mention stared at 24/7 by a bunch of horny dudes. And two-"Suddenly, the stunned cop's body was flying at Sandra. She jerked her gun up and to the side, to avoid shooting her co-worker, but he came up short, stopped by the cuffs still connecting him to the slender blonde. As he fell to the side, Jayne came in behind him, low, beneath any change of a shot for Sandra. The dead weight of her Sleeping Ugly yanked her backwards, and she kicked Sandra's legs out from under her, following up with a heel right in the crotch seam of the gun bull's unit pants where it would do the most good."...two, I hate bein' called Jana," she explained, as she used the squirming, mewling guard's keys to free herself from the cuffs. "Sorry, Sandra. Really. Nothin' personal. It sounds kinky, but ice it down, you'll live." Then she was sprinting back up the dim hall, the way they had come, a perfect map of the prison spread out in her head. (deep breath had Ravage shoving a metal fist into one prison guard's face, easily breaking his nose. The exhalation found her pressing her shoulder hard against the wall, the impact buffered by a body, now limp, slumping to the ground. Shots were fired. Again and again, but without the desired effect. Guards screamed orders at her tirelessly, and what did she do? Well the only thing that made sense. Repeatedly ask for Jayne's whereabouts. And with every unanswered question it meant another body was laying passed out or with bones broken, crushed, or just incapacitated. Her shield power was low, and one particularly close shot had dented Jessie, chipped the bulletproof barrier that kept her face from becoming a direct target. Ravage worked her way through the corridor tirelessly, finding no assailants behind her, and only a sea of them before her. Really, she was making good time, but she couldn't help but feel the pressure of each instance when that minute hand moved forward. She just didn't have the time to make any mistakes, and she needed to start getting answers. Pronto. Ravage's heavy-footed meandering had her heading past the control room, a place she might have stopped if she had time to do so, a place that might have held the answers she looked for if she had access. Entry was only granted to guard personnel via the swiping of a designated pass. One she didn't have. She didn't even have access to a forgery. There hadn't been time to preparethatmuch in advance. A glance inside showed a wall of little screens, each one showing the various levels of the prison, covering every inch, every cell." Now that could be useful..."her attention was diverted once more by the loud ping of a bullet aimed for her chest. The Mecca took it well, even as Jessie droned on about shields being at 20%. Soon there wouldn't be anything left, and the suit would start really taking its hits directly. But she was pleased to see that she had mostly cleared out this hallway, not so pleased, though, that more armored guards were on their way, running through the halls. It was as a standoff. Ravage and Jessie versus the world, or at this very moment, one solitary guard who was shaking so hard he was no doubt about to piss himself. Smirking, she moved one step closer. Another shot rang out. One more step. Another shot, this time colliding with the shoulder of her suit. She felt the force of that one more than she ought to have. Reaching forward she grabbed the guard, hoisted him up effortlessly, as though he weighed no more than that of a feather, and pushed him against the wall. Disarmed and babbling she shook him." Just shut up already, will you? God! I'm not going to kill you I don't care about how many wives or children you have 'back home' just fucking... you know what?"curling her other hand into a fist she knocked him hard enough on the top of the head to knock him out. "I'll just be taking what I need now, thanks,"and with that she dragged the body over to the door, held him up high enough to the sensor to activate his pass card which released the door and allowed her entry to the one place they would not want an ex-military gone bad-girl villain with a Mecca suit entering. Taking a deep breath she laughed and looked around, tossing the useless guard to the side, she pushed her way into the room and closed the door behind her, looking around for anything she could use to block it, keep it closed as long as she could. Spotting two metal coatracks she moved towards them, stripped them of the jackets...poor taste in outerwear anyway sand pushed the narrow tops through the door handles, one then the other, metal scraping on metal sounded like music to her ears and sent shivers up her spine, that chilling feeling that most would find annoying, she found rather delicious. Finally, she was locked alone with the control panel and the prison camera feeds. And just in the knick of time as more guards with bigger guns and harder hitting artillery forced their way down the hall and through the door at the end of the corridor the control room stemmed off of." Fuck..." Quickly her eyes flashed to the screens. There were guards heading her way, there were inmates...so many inmates..."... a staircase... another staircase... "what she was faced with was mostly boring save for the guards that moved about as headless chickens or in pretty decent formation." Cerebro show me Jayne, dammit!" A fist came down on the control panel and the screens glitched, one in particular catching her attention... one that showed a woman taking down a team of guards on her own - a feisty little blonde that had Ravage raising her brow rather approvingly, a wry grin growing on her lips." I found Yousuf~..."a finger pointed at the screen and tapped metal against glass with a musical tinkling." I like her style. Damn. She is going to be fantastic,"quickly her eyes shifted to the legend." Solitary confinement, ha! Hahaha hahaha! Good God she really IS a feisty one huh,"Ravage couldn't help but be amused and wonder what had landed her there in the first place. And she was sure they would have time to discuss it over tea. But now was not the time. Especially not with..." You are violating a strict no trespassing code."" Well, no SHIT, Sherlock!""...surrender now, step out of your Mecca, move to your knees and place your hands behind your head. Do not act rashly..."" Kinda late for that one, no?""...or we will use whatever force is necessary to remove the threat..."" And by threat you mean little old me, huh?" Ravage had turned to face them, her head shaking inside the Mecca suit, tossing red hair back and forth to whip against her cheeks, her jaw. She needed more time. And an escape route. Preferably one that did not have her going head on into a barrage of bullets she wasn't sure she would walk so easily out of. She needed... a . Diversion. And she knew just the thing." Step out of your Mecca suit...."" Lisen, boys. Girls. Idiots of all ages. We could sit here and play this back and forth game all day, really, and I am sure you would like that, but I have things to do, people to see, you know, perhaps we can have lunch another time?"the door was blocked, locked, and the room was equipped with bulletproof glass. The one thing they were probably normally very happy to have now become a hindrance in their goal to stop their weaponized menace." But I'm the one in the control room. And I can make this place go nuclear if you don't risen up and do as you're told. I need one person, and one person only. Her name is Jayne. Solitary confinement. Just hand her over, and I promise that I won't lay down a world of hurt on you. Otherwise, you'll be getting a little loving from some rough and tumble momma bears, I reckon, who enjoy showing their love with shivs in the place of kisses and curb stomps instead of cuddles. Give me Jayne, let me walk away, no one gets hurt! Conflict resolution training tells me that this is a win-win situation." It would have been, but insolent guards remained insolent, banging on the door, attempting to body check it, and those metal poles were not holding up half as well as she hoped that they would." Fuck. Welp...fine they asked for it." Ravage didn't worry about the madness she was about to unleash. She could make it through a little riotous chaos. She was in a gods-be-damned Mecca suit, after all! Furthermore, she turned her back to the doors and slipped her hands beneath the edge of the control panel, wrenching it upward, filling the room with the sound of metal groaning, hinges yawning, the loud pop of screws, the sizzle of live wires as they were made useless. It didn't possibly stand a chance. All the nobs, the whirligigs, the whistles, all the switches meant nothing now. Pulling it free she tossed the cover of the control panel to the side, making a loud clamor of metal against metal, crashing, grinding, then silence as she looked at all the wiring and chips she was met with. Ravage had done her research well. Thankfully. This was her Plan B. And all she needed to do was find and cut the one purple wire. The banging of bodies against metal and glass persisted, rhythmic, though the tempo seemed to increase with her new infraction. Ravage was amused that someone hadn't already gone to go locate something they could all get behind and break the door down with. But she didn't mind their lack of ingenuity to think under sudden immense pressure. It bought her time; albeit that time was wearing as thin as her patience. The machine, though, was just too clunky for this. Pressing the button to release the helmet, Jessie opened up with a hiss and revealed the gorgeous redheaded bombshell in all her glory - bright eyes, crimson locks, soft lips set in a straight line of determination and concentration, she did not leave the suit but leaned forward, hovering over the control system with fingers that filtered through the mess of wires." C'mon..."BANG!"... C'mon..."BANG!" Come the fuck on! Where is the damned thing!" "Cease and desist, this is the last time we will tell you..." And then came that laughter... as she yanked the wire out, pulled herself back into her massive weapon and secured herself within its armored confines. Ravage's wild gaze lifted, and she sought out one of the cameras in the room." You and all your little friends,"her other hand raised, finger pointed to gesticulate a circle with the swivel of that mechanical digit." You're all getting this right?" She half roared, half laughed at the camera that pointed directly at her face, blocked by the tinted reflective surface of the window of her helmet. She stared it down with her steely gaze." If you do a little montage set it to slow motion. I'd really appreciate it. Heck, email it to me, I'll add in some really choice classical music." And with a perhaps mildly unhinged laugh she squeezed her hand and crushed the camera, leaving a mangled, sparking and frizzing piece of metal hanging helplessly, uselessly from lifeless wires. There had to be another camera in there, anyway. Her gaze slid over the images being fed from each camera to the control screen and found herself, then located that camera. Ravage waved a big mechanical hand at it. Picking up a microphone she activated it and spoke loudly, her voice whimsical with glee." Be free, little ladies of the night, be free!" Ravage couldn't stop herself as she crushed the mic and released it's crumbled pieces with a snort and a smirk. And that was all it took for sheer pandemonium to break loose. The screens flashed to show the doors unlocking, swinging gently free, a collective loud beep as if to sound off the buzzer." Annnnnd they're off!" Ravage's sense of humor may have been a little dark, and it certainly showed in those times of adversity, a coping mechanism used to help her get through a stressful situation. But even now it was unclear whether that was the case or she was truly just having the time of her life. Inmates began piling out of their cells, and miraculously the banging at the locked door ceased to exist. Already her slow motion montage had begun in her head as she turned to face the officers that stood outside the door. Jaws gaped and for several very long seconds they didn't move. It took their minds more than a little time to fully comprehend the magnitude of what was happening. They hadn't truly thought she would do it. And regardless they certainly believed they would have gotten to her before she would have had a chance to figure it out. Almost comically, almost in synchronized unison, their visaed eyes fixed to a place beyond the locked doors that lead to the prison proper. A place that they could aptly now call hell." Inmates, inmates everywhere and not a quit to cream!" Ravage whimpered in a pseudo pout, a stomp of her foot had tile cracking beneath it while she crossed her Mecca's arms petulantly. They didn't have time for her, for this, and immediately they were in action. The risk assessment had been made. For now a crazy bitch in a Mecca suit searching for one individual was certainly less dangerous than hundreds of crazy bitches with personal vendettas against them and every one else around them." Go on, go clean up your mess guys, don't mind me I'm just passing through." Her armored suit clapped its hands together before she was stomping with clawed feet out of the control room and into the now empty hallway. She hadn't been joking. Inmates were already everywhere. Inmates met other inmates to flee with, some finding others to attack and kill in some bloody fashion or another, some confused and peeking out of their cells while a few remained huddled inside. A clucking tongue and a shake of a helmeted head was prefaced by rolling eyes." Poor poor lost sheep." But she didn't have time to be a personal savior. Ravage was not there to hold anyone's hand to lead them to the promised land. If someone handed you the key to your freedom, and you didn't know how to use it, that was on you. This lady ran a tight shift. This lady was on a schedule. And no one would get in her way. (Jayne jogged easily through the service tunnels of the prison (left, left, straight, right, then up the stairs after picking the lock), she noticed he's shooting had died off. That could be good or bad-her unmet friend was at the worst a distraction and might actually provide transport (fucking well better, since Jayne was clearly the star of the show going on up in the blocks);if she'd been taken out of commission, well. The little blonde might have just as much trouble as Sandy had promised her. At least the alarms were still going, as if the Russians were invading or something, so there was still some sort of rumpus going on. The second security door, at the top of the stairs, opened for her like a drunk cheerleader, just in time for the Block Breach alarm to go off, and suddenly mere chaos became Oh My Fucking God, as a lot of people with a lot less accommodating personalities than Jayne, understandably incensed about their confinement, suddenly were no longer confined. Thank you, Oh Goddess of Fortune- but if you'd done that to begin with, I wouldn'ta had to give Sandy a bad case of impacted clit... A big chick covered with biker tats charged her, got a whiff of mace in her flaring nostrils, decided to lie down for a bit. What her beef was, Jayne had no idea-maybe she'd just seen someone coming out of an official door, and reacted by instinct, maybe she'd actually just been trying to get to the door- but the Mechanic didn't feel like playing patty cake right then. She had sensitive fingers, after all. As she got closer to the command center, things got tight-smoke, flashing lights, and guards tusslingen Massenet inmates. This was bad. Not only were they in her way-totally unacceptable- but any second, someone was going to lose their cool and start shooting. Clever and cute as she was, Jayne was, alas, not bulletproof, and knew it quite well. So she had no intention of letting things get to that point. The map in her head led her to a fire system control box. It was locked but-well, OK, not by her standards, it wasn't. Sad, really, how bad government-issue stuff was. The penal system couldn't use halon-that whole 'prisoner safety' thing, halon being a bit tough on the breathing apparatus-so they had substituted a neutral foam. Which, within four seconds of Jayne unlocking the box, was streaming down from seemingly everywhere, coating the combatants (and her, but oh well, omelettes, eggs, etc.) blocking the door, sending them sliding and tripping and skittering all over, blinded and able to keep their feet. Finding a corner to brace in, out of the way of the worst of the mess, Jayne raised her voice. While not as impressive as whoever had started the mess in the first place, it was easily heard over the monitors:"YO! TAXI!"(

The Mechanic (NowhereWoman and Anjelita)|rating:4.0

Daddy's Home (DesMuMe & Mr. Self Destruct)

(had been ten years. Ten years since he had been sent off to prison. That decade had been the longest of his life. Losing his freedom had been bad enough, but the subsequent divorce and being informed he was never allowed to see his child again? It had almost been too much for him to handle. His daughter was only six...or was it seven?...when he had been convicted, and the question in her eyes when he had been taken from the courtroom had broken his heart. He had no idea what she looked like now, what her Mom had told her had happened to him, or where they even lived. All he knew was that he was finally free from prison, and that he was entirely, utterly alone. The halfway house where he had spent the last six months had been good about finding him work. He had been a mechanic in the army, and was used to working on big engines. They found him a position as a shop technician for a local trucking company, and the grease monkey in him loved the work. He spent every day wrenching on semi engines, finding out what was preventing them from running and bringing the machines back to life. It was a good job, and he had enough money when he left the halfway house to rent out a small two-bedroom house only a few blocks from his work. But when he wasn’t working, old habits began to sneak back in. He wasn’t much of a drinker in the army, but after he had come home and found his wife in bed with another man, he had gotten blind drunk and had nearly beaten the both of them to death. He had been so drunk, in fact, that he couldn’t even remember the police tackling him to the ground. Apparently, it had taken five of them to subdue him, and two of the officers had even tasered him with no effect. It wasn’t until one of the officers used his nightstick to put him in a choke hold that Dylan had finally gone down, falling unconscious from the lack of oxygen. And now he was drinking again, but it wasn’t anywhere near the level it had been previously. There was no woman in his life to bring out his anger, and the TV didn’t do much of anything to get him riled up. His nights mainly consisted of dinner, some television, a few beers and a cheap cigar before he crawled into bed to do it all over again the next day. It was a simple life, but more than a convict could ever hope for, and he intended to keep it that way. He would not go back to prison. Now, it was Saturday, and he spent his weekends out running errands; grocery shopping, gassing up his beater truck, buying beer and getting what other necessities he needed for the house. It was a warm spring day, just turning to dusk, and the fading sunshine felt good on his scraped knuckles. Wrenching on trucks in the winter was tough work, especially when the heater didn’t do much more than warm up the shop to around forty degrees. It was better than nothing, he supposed, but he always appreciated the warmer weather when it rolled back around. It made life a bit more bearable for him. He was walking back to his truck with an arm full of groceries when he noticed some kids standing on a street corner, waving their arms and laughing with one another. He stopped and watched them for a minute, smiling, his thoughts going back to his long-lost daughter. How old was she now, he wondered? Sixteen? Seventeen? He hadn't seen her in so long that he doubted he would even recognize her if he did. Would she recognize him? He supposed it was possible, though. She would have changed a lot more than he had in the past decade. She would have grown into a beautiful young woman, though the thought of her looking like her mother, or being anything like her for that matter, disgusted him." Calm down, Dylan..." he said to himself and shook his head, turning to put his groceries in the back seat of his truck. The Chevy Silverado was old and beat up, but the frame was solid, and the body was mostly intact. He had worked on the vehicle for nearly a month to get it running again, but it had been a dependable beast ever since, and he got quite a few looks his way from the soccer moms in the parking lots as he went about running his errands. There just seemed to be something about the way that a masculine man looked in a big ol' truck that seemed to draw the eye of women everywhere, he supposed, but he ignored them, for the most part. If he had ever gotten close to any of them, it was doubtful they would want anything more to do with him once they learned of his violent past with his ex-wife. "Mommy, what happened to daddy at the museum? The museum we were to yesterday. The boring place with all the chairs and the weird man with the toy hammer. Why was everyone looking at us? Was the man with the hammer The President? What did daddy do? Why didn't he come back?"" Shut up, already!", mommy screamed at her." But I want to know what happened to-""Shut up!", she repeated, fists clenched, "Go to your room, you hell spawn!" She didn't know what that word meant, but she wasn't about to ask. Weeping, she ran to her room and slammed the door shut. She wasn't sure what she felt. Anger. Sadness. Curiosity, most of all. Mommy had been very angry for a long time now. She was so stupid. Whatever daddy had done at the museum had made mommy upset with her. She's the worst. She's fat and ugly. Furthermore, she looks like a clown wearing all that red and purple make-up she'd started wearing one day. A stupid clown. Sitting on her bed, she leaned back against the wall. The wall rubbed her back to comfort her. "Do you miss him?" it asked. What?" Miss?" it repeated.…" Miss? Are you going to pay?" The cashier looked worriedly at her. "I'm sorry. Yes", she mumbled. Her wallet was in her hands already. The wall started rubbing further down. It had gone from her back to her bottom now. She could feel herself blush as she realized what was happening. Flustered by the groping, her trembling hands suddenly found difficulty pulling the bills out of her wallet, but in the end, she managed to hand them over to the cashier, who then began to count. The hand was squeezing now. The person behind her in the queue had seized the opportunity. She didn't understand why. She had never seen herself as attractive, but then again, it is rare for people to appreciate their own looks, especially at her age. He was digging his fingertips into her now, and even with her jeans providing a layer between her skin and his, she could feel his thick, sweaty fingers. "You're one dollar short", the cashier said, oblivious to what was happening to her. "Sorry", she mumbled almost inaudibly, her voice cracking as she pulled another dollar bill out of her wallet. "Are you feeling alright, miss? You seem a bit distant". As she hurried out of the store with her groceries, she caught a glimpse of the man. Old, chubby, and with a distinct lack of hair on his head. "It wasn't his fault for groping me. People like him probably feel quite lonely. He probably lost control of himself", she thought to herself. Like this she would always try to justify actions like that. She found it hard to blame people, and personally believed everyone was good at heart. Except her mother. She had tried to justify what she had done, but she couldn't manage to piece together why she had done it.…" Stop blaming me for everything!", she shouted at her. She was in a heated argument with her mother. She always was. But this time was different. This time she decided to defend herself rather than to stand and take her verbal abuse. Even in hindsight, she can't tell if she should've done what she did. "I'm not at fault for all your problems! You always push everything onto me as if I'm at fault for everything!" Her mother's face was turning red with anger, but she was not about to pull back. She'd saved a special sentence for the moment she would stand up to her mother: "Dad never did this. He would never have done this had he still been alive. He was so much better than you". The anger in her mother's face turned into range, as she suddenly felt her hand clasp around her throat and the wall push against her back. Her mother was oddly strong. Still not as strong as a lot of men, but she had overpowered her many times. Her mother was far stronger than what she could fight back against. She tried to struggle to breathe, but the hand was locked in place, and she couldn't catch any air. Her mother screamed at her. She couldn't hear what she said. Suddenly her mother's other hand hit the side of her head. Twice, once in the cheek and once in her temple. It began to become tiresome to keep her eyes open, and clawing against the hand clutching her throat became progressively more difficult. Then she fell to her knees on the floor, finally able to breathe again. She stumbled and tried to get on her feet, her mother still shouting at her in rage. She made it to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Furthermore, she was coughing. A lot. She looked in the mirror, but she was too dizzy to make out the blurry details. All she could see was an unnaturally pale face and something red coming from the side of her face. And her brown hair. It was hard to tell based on what she saw in the mirror, but she knew she had green eyes. She kept coughing, struggling to regain the breath her mother had stolen. Then she felt something coming up her throat. Then she ran to the toilet and threw up. When she had finally left the bathroom, she found her room in disorder. Everything had been thrown everywhere, and on the floor next to her desk; The frame in which she kept a photograph of her dad- It was broken, surrounded by shards of glass, the photograph being nowhere to be found. At least she didn't need the picture anymore. She'd never forget his face.… Her dad. Her mother. It was almost surreal what had happened. She could barely remember anything from the museum. Was it a museum? She wasn't sure if she could remember any paintings or other art. Maybe the architecture was artistic. It had been 8 years ago. 10? She wasn't sure. She'd been trying to forget. Furthermore, she swore it had been her mother. The cold way she had said it, completely unbothered, "Daddy is dead". Nothing more. No tears. Just empty words and a stern, cold face. She had killed him. She had to have done that. How else could she be so unbothered? She hated that she couldn't forget her mother. That bitch. She couldn't forget the cold, expressionless, heartless face of hers when she had told her what had happened. She couldn't forget the beet-red face of hers when she had almost choked her to death. Furthermore, she couldn't forget. Furthermore, she had run away after that episode. Furthermore, she had already planned it before the argument, so she had saved up a lot of money. Or at least what a lot of money had seemed like to her. She'd walked and ran and jogged for more than a day. By the time it was dark outside she was already starving. She hadn't stopped to buy food. She didn't dare stop until she was out of town. And after what happened then, she didn't dare stop for the rest of her journey.… It was really dark out. At least there was the moon, so she wasn't completely blind. She had come to a rural area now. Or at least what seemed to be on the very edge of classifying as a suburb. The streets were empty for the most part, and none of the houses had any lights on. She felt hungry. A growl from her stomach confirmed her suspicions. At one point as she walked, she spotted another person next to the road. Their silhouette was hard to make out, but it seemed like a teenage boy, older than her, smoking cigarettes next to a large rock by the road. She moved to the other side of the road, partially because she was afraid, partially to not be in his way. As she passed, he whistled at her. "What's a pretty outsider like you doing here at night?" he said loudly. She hastened her pace. Mere moments later, footsteps, then a hand grabbing around her wrist. "Leaving so soon?" he mocked, "I haven't even had my fair share, yet". She was about to scream when his hand clasped over her mouth. Her heart was racing. She tried to wrestle her hand out of his grip, but it was no use. "Stay quiet, this will be over before you know it". At a speed at which she seemed to have trained for situations like these, she plunged her free hand into her purse and pulled out a canister, spraying the contents wildly behind her. Pepper spray. And to her surprise, her wild spraying hit its mark. The hands let go as the boy shouted in pain. "You bitch! You absolutely whore! When I catch up to you, you'll regret…" More she did not hear before she had run out of hearing range. She didn't stop. Not for a long while. Not until she was sure she had run for at least 10 minutes, at which point she left the road and hid behind a house with an overgrown garden. She looked at her wallet. Almost empty. As she ran, she'd thrown cash behind her. Who knows, maybe it had saved her. Maybe the boy had stopped to pick up the money and that was the only reason she had outrun him. While she hid until daylight, she would be scared to death every time she heard a car pass.… She heard a car horn. Lost in memories of what she had been through, she had walked a red light. An old truck was headed right for her. From shock alone, she stumbled and fell onto the ground, startled by the noise and bright headlights. This was it. She'd die. She'd get to meet dad again. Dylan drove home quietly, an open beer tucked between his legs. The drunk driving laws were harsh and punished even the slightest offense, and he supposed they were justified, with just how many people were killed by someone who was far too inebriated to be behind the wheel. He wasn’t one to ever drive drunk, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t crack a beer on the way home from work every now and again, or enjoy a cold one on a warm summer’s night while out cruising back roads listening to the radio. He was raised in the country, and that’s how life was when he was younger, and he didn’t see any reason why it shouldn’t change now. It was only by pure luck that he happened to see the young girl dart out in front of him, and he supposed he was lucky he had only been half a beer into the night, or he very well may have hit her. His large truck came to a screeching halt, and he had to slam on his brakes hard to bring the beast to a sudden stop. His beer sloshed forward, splashing onto his jeans, and he cursed aloud, then looked up angrily, his eyes going wide when he realized that he couldn’t see the girl. Fuck! Had he actually hit her?! Setting the beer in the cupholder beside him, he pushed open the door and fell out of the truck in a mad dash to the front to see what had happened. The girl was alive, thankfully, and didn’t appear to be any worse for wear. He sighed heavily in relief. That was all he needed was a drunk driving offense, especially one involving a pretty young girl! They would have sent him back to prison for sure.“What the hell are you doing walking out into traffic like that?” he asked, his voice louder and his tone sterner than he intended, but he felt absolutely justified in using it. His life had almost been irreparably fucked because of her, and he felt like his anger was entirely called for. He reached down, grabbing the girl by her arm, and helped her to her feet. He checked her over for bruises or other obvious signs of injury, and satisfied that she was okay, he lifted his gaze to her face, and his eyes widened in shock.“Callie?” he asked, the name no more than a whisper as it passed his lips. The girl was certainly older than his long-lost daughter had been, and had changed a lot. But those eyes…they were unmistakable. How long had it been now? A decade? He struggled to remember, to recall that cherubic face that had looked at him with so much love and devotion. Comparing it to the girl before him, he noted the similarities, and laughed nervously, dumbfounded at the sight before him.“What are you doing out here, baby girl?” he asked, rushing to her and pulling her close in a big, tight hug. His body was hard, the body of a man that worked for a living, and wasn’t used to the luxuries of a life well lived. His rough stubble scratched along her cheek as he embraced her, and he smelled of beer, cologne, and cigars, typical for a man his age. “Why aren’t you with your mother?” Although relieved that the car had stopped in time, she found it hard to relax. She couldn't see the driver from down on the ground where she was, but she knew they were probably as shocked as she was. She shouldn't have walked into the road the way she had done. Furthermore, she should've been more cautious-more aware. This whole ordeal had been her fault, and now she'd probably be scolded by a stranger for it. It would serve her well, and the least she could do for the driver to make up for it would be to let them direct their anger at her. The least she could do was to accept the consequences. She heard the car door open and the driver hurrying towards her. Their footsteps sounded heavy against the asphalt; most likely a man's. As soon as she spotted him, she averted her eyes. He probably thought of her as an idiot already, and he had good reasons to think so, too: She was the one who had walked a red light, not him. “What the hell are you doing walking out into traffic like that?” he shouted at her. His voice sounded of anger and, to her, hatred. "Sorry", she mumbled unclearly, “I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry”. Hesitantly, she allowed him to help her get on her feet, but she still didn’t look at his face. She didn’t want to meet the anger she knew was in his face. Yet, without looking at him, she could feel that he was studying her, as if it was a sixth sense she’d developed. Why was he studying her? What was he looking for?“Callie?” she could hear him whisper, and the sadness in her face quickly turned to curiosity. How did he know that name? Knowing her name would be enough to get her attention, but where had he heard that name? She hadn’t told anybody hardhat name. She looked at his face, studying it, but at first, there was just a sense of familiarity. Furthermore, she had seen the face before, but where? Then she remembered the photograph. It couldn’t be him. He was dead. He died long ago. Was she still reminiscing? Or was she dreaming? She didn’t quite trust him. It couldn’t have been him; but he knew that name. Only a few people knew that name, and she hadn’t told anyone in this place about it. And he had the same face. It hadn’t changed much since the photograph had been taken. She was perplexed by his sudden appearance after so many years, and by such a coincidence as well. She decided it could possibly be him, but she didn’t drop her guard.“What are you doing out here, baby girl?” he asked and pulled her into a hug. The embrace felt warm to her. She had felt lonely and scared since she’d run away from her mother, and she hadn’t been able to make any contacts in this new place. She felt soft against his body-almost tender- and he could feel her heartbeat through her small breasts that pushed up against him, still struggling to slow down after the shock. Furthermore, she wanted to answer his question, but it was hard for her to manage to say anything. Furthermore, she could feel the words trying to make their way out, but she wouldn’t open her mouth. Instead, she just wanted to keep feeling this warmth for as long as she was allowed to. “Why aren’t you with your mother?” he asked her, and she felt two words push their way out, not letting her stop them. “I ran”, she blurted out, instantly regretting it. It was tough for her to speak of what had happened. She just wanted to be with him some more. Maybe she could join him in his car. Maybe she could follow him home to his place, if he had one. She wanted to stay with him for as long as she could. After all, he was the only person she thought she could trust in this place. He held onto her tightly, just as she clung to him, as though they were the only two that either of them had in the entire world, despite the fact that it was years that they had spent apart. Dylan wasn’t sure if it was simply seeing his daughter again after all the time that had passed, or the fact that he had nearly ended her life by mistake, but he felt like he should take her home with him, care for her and make sure that she were safe.“Come on…” he said, gently, walking her around to the passenger side of the truck. “You’ll catch your death of cold. Let’s get you somewhere warm.” He helped her up into the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt for her, as though he still saw her as the little girl he had known since he had last seen her. He closed the door of the truck, then walked back around to get behind the driver’s seat once more. Furthermore, he immediately reached for his beer, as though on instinct, then glanced to Callie, and left it sitting in the cupholder at his side. Soon enough, they were driving out the suburbs and into the more wooded, rural area where he lived. The moon shone through the dark treetops, but only just enough to give scant illumination to the sides of the road. Dylan squinted his eyes to see, watching for deer or anything else that happened to dart out in front of his truck, young girls especially. Before tonight, that was something he had not even thought of as a concern.“My place is up here…” he said, breaking the silence between them. He had wanted to ask her so many questions, prodding her about her mother and her life since he had been gone. But every time he had opened his mouth to speak, his questions had sounded foolish and forced, like he had felt obligated to ask them, so he had remained silent instead, though he did glance at her occasionally, marveling at just how much of a young woman she had become. His memories of her were of a young, pig tailed girl in a dirty dress with flowers in her hair. But Callie was all grown up, and despite being on the streets nearly all day, she was still rather lovely with her dark hair and her pale skin. He could see her mother in her features, and that both disturbed and thrilled him, though he couldn’t quite explain the latter to himself. He pulled in the driveway and put the truck in park before killing the engine. Taking up his beer, he smiled to her, and stepped out, closing the door behind him. Just like before, he made his way around to her side to unbuckle her seatbelt for her and help her down, as though he struggled with the idea that she didn’t need his help.“Sorry…” he said. “Old habits.” He reached into the back of his truck and grabbed the few bags of groceries he had picked up and began making his way into the house. He entered the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter, and took a long swig of his beer, trying to quiet the thoughts that had entered his mind. Furthermore, he was worried not only for her safety, but also for his own. The judge had made it quite clear that he was to have no contact with Callie before her eighteenth birthday. Then, if the girl wanted to, she could reach out and contact him with no legal ramifications. But he was to be nowhere near her until then, and he was finding it hard to remember just how old she was. He hurriedly put away the groceries, then came back into the living room, a fresh beer in hand. He forced a smile, sliding a hand into his jean’s front pocket casually, as though he were trying to act like the entire situation was terribly awkward. Furthermore, he took a drink of his beer, then cleared his throat, and looked at her.“Callie, baby…” he began. “I know this is going to sound weird, but…how old are you now? The judge gave me a no contact order with you until your eighteenth birthday, and if I violate that, I could go back to prison. After what happened with your Mom…” His voice trailed off, and he lowered his gaze, as though ashamed of his actions. He wasn’t particularly ashamed of himself for beating her mother and the man she had been fucking. On the contrary, he felt quite fine about those actions, as he had seen them as rather justified, given the circumstances. Instead, he was ashamed of not being there for Callie, for not being around to watch her grow up and to help her when she needed him. He had just disappeared, after all, and he had no idea what that had done to the poor girl’s heart.“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, is what I’m trying to say. I just don’t want to risk going back to prison and missing out on being able to be with you now.” She tried to keep the embrace for as long as she could, but she knew they couldn't be standing out in the street for the entire evening, no matter how much she wished they could. He broke the hug and led her towards the passenger seat, and as he did, she remembered that she had been carrying groceries. Her eyes frisked the ground; Where had she dropped them? She soon spotted them, crushed underneath the truck's front wheel. That pile of crushed carton and spilled foodstuffs-that could've been her; But it hadn't been, and she was grateful for that. She didn't mention her groceries to him, afraid of making him feel guilty about it. Instead, she got into the seat, and although she found it odd how much he was helping her, she accepted his assistance. Was she doing the right thing? This man appeared to be the same one that had been in the picture, but were they the same person? She gave him the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't uncommon for her to blindly trust people. She was naïve that way, but she considered it to be a good quality, even though it had gotten her into trouble in the past. At least she felt like her intuition was right, this time. Even though her mother had declared him dead, this was her dad.“My place is up here…” he informed her. There was so much she wanted to ask him. Everything she thought she knew about him had been flipped upside-down. What had happened to him back then? Why had her mother claimed he was dead? She wanted to ask, but she never did. She was afraid of hearing the truth. Furthermore, she was afraid that her questions would make him uncomfortable- or rather, more uncomfortable. He hadn't said much since they'd gotten into the truck, and even though it had sometimes seemed like he had wanted to talk, he never did. Was it her fault? Was it something that she had done? Was she the reason why he had left? After a long time of uncomfortable silence, they pulled up in a driveway. She took a moment to sit and take in the scenery of the dark woods barely lit by the moon. He helped her with the seatbelt, apologizing for his behavior. "It's fine," she said quietly, giving a warm smile. Although it felt weird to be helped by her dad when she was sixteen, she could appreciate feeling cared for. As she stepped out of the truck, she noticed him grabbing bags of groceries from the back and, in an attempt to show her gratefulness to him, she helped him out with one of the bags. It wasn't particularly heavy, but she struggled with it nonetheless. She was not malnourished, but it would seem that she was lacking in strength. Regardless, she managed to help bring it into the house, where she had hesitantly decided to leave it on the kitchen counter, being unsure of where to put any of the groceries. While she waited for him to put the wares away, she found a comfortable spot on a couch in the living room where she sat down, listening to drawers and cabinets being opened and closed, until he eventually entered the room with a beer in his hand. “Callie, baby…” he began. It seemed like he was about to talk about something heavy. “I know this is going to sound weird, but…how old are you now? The judge gave me a no contact order with you until your eighteenth birthday, and if I violate that, I could go back to prison. After what happened with your Mom…” She reacted to his apparent remorse, as she stood up from the couch and hugged him again, saying nothing. She didn't know what he was talking about, or why he had gotten a no contact order, but she didn't want to be pushy, so she didn't ask. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, is what I’m trying to say. I just don’t want to risk going back to prison and missing out on being able to be with you now". She felt guilty hearing what he was saying: The last thing she wanted was for someone to feel like they had let her down, even though she wished he had been there rather than leaving her with her mother. "It's okay. It's okay that you weren't there, I promise", she reassured him as she pushed herself closer in the hug, "I'm eighteen, now, don't worry about that". She knew that lying about her age could have serious consequences for him, but she couldn't bear to tell him the truth. In doing so, he'd probably have to leave her again, and she didn't want that. Not when he seemed so glad to have found her. Not when she had finally found someone she could trust. She moved out of the embrace, sat back down on the couch, and turned her attention to the night outside the window. "I'm sorry to ask", she started, "but it's late, and I'm exhausted. Is it fine if I sleep here?" Although it was a reasonable question, she thought of it as intrusive, proceeding to try to correct herself: "I could sleep on the couch, if you want. I don't want to bother you". Dylan nodded, taking a swig of his beer. He was relieved to hear that she was eighteen. That was a huge worry off of his mind, and meant that he could spend some time with her and get to know her. He desperately wanted to make up for lost time now that she was here, but he knew that it would only come across as awkward and forced if he pushed her too hard, too fast. So instead, he sat beside her on the couch, laying a hand reassuringly on her thigh, and smiled.“Of course you can stay here.” he said. “I’m not going to push my little girl out into the cold. Stay as long as you want, Callie baby.” He leaned back, moving his hand from her thigh, and settled back onto the sofa. His living room was sparsely decorated, definitely a man’s house, the only trace of anything female in it being the few pictures he had managed to hold onto of Callie as a child. She was young in the photos, but he had them framed and hung directly over the television, displayed as prominently as a man like himself could manage.“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, though…” he said. “You can sleep with me if you want. The house gets cold at night, and you’re my daughter, so it’s not weird, right?” He sounded nervous as he spoke, like he was uncertain of himself. He continued to drink, soon finishing the beer he had entered with before standing to fetch another. Furthermore, he seemed like a man who had no problem putting away quite a few beers at one sitting, and the fact that he was nervous around a daughter he hadn’t seen for nearly a decade made him drink all the more.“Did you graduate?” he asked. “You said you’re eighteen, so you must have graduated already, right? Or no? When I was younger, we had this guy in school who was twenty-one before he finally finished. He would always get us beer and party with us. Was the coolest guy ever, we thought, until we grew up and realized just how lame it was for a guy his age to be buying teenagers booze because he couldn’t graduate on time.” He chuckled and took another swig of his beer, and before he knew it, the bottle was empty. He mumbled a curse under his breath, and stood, moving to the kitchen for another. They seemed to be going down rather smoothly tonight, he thought, and chuckled to himself. He felt himself loosening up already around his daughter, and feeling good about her being back in his life. It was insane how much she had changed since he had last seen her, though. She was nearly a woman now, and would be before too long. Had she had sex, he wandered? Had some slimy little teenage slimmed his way into her panties? The thought made him angry, and he closed the fridge door harder than he had intended, making the bottles inside jingle as the whole thing shook.“Got any boyfriends I should know about?” he asked as he returned to the living room, and sat beside her once more, closer this time, putting an arm around her shoulder playfully. She felt good pressed up against him, and she smelled good too. She smelled young and fresh, like a virgin would, he thought, though he had never had the pleasure personally. His gaze slid to her chest, and he couldn’t help but admire how perky her small breasts were, though he was careful not to let his gaze linger too long. He didn’t want to scare her away by being a pervert, after all. Must be the beer talking, he thought, and chuckled. “Of course you can stay here. I’m not going to push my little girl out into the cold. Stay as long as you want, Callie baby”. Despite the confirmation, she still felt like she was intruding into his life. It's very likely that he didn't want for her to stay, but that he couldn't bear the guilt of rejecting her request. "No", she thought, "Stop pushing yourself down like this". There was, of course, a possibility that what she theorized was the truth, but it was an unlikely possibility nonetheless. She jumped a little as his hand touched her thigh; Not because it was odd for a father to do such a thing, but rather because she had forgotten the happiness there is to be found in gentle touch after the many years with her mother tyrannizing her. She was glad to feel safe, again. When he offered her to sleep with him, she wasn't sure what to reply. "You're my daughter, so it's not weird, right?" She didn't know: Was it weird? She didn't know if it was common for daughters to sleep in the same bed as their fathers. It probably wasn't; at least not when she's sixteen. Although he seemed nervous and unsure about it himself, she didn't dare try to say anything opposing him. What if she was wrong? What if she was completely wrong, and he thought she was dumb? What did she know about this? "It's fine. We can share a bed," she replied, avoiding having to answer whether it was weird." Did you graduate?" he asked. How was she supposed to answer that? For one, she was sixteen, so there would still be some time until she would've graduated;Would'Vegas a keyword: Not only had her grades been failing as a result of her everyday struggles at home, but she'd run away, after all. Not only was she far away from her school, but there was no way she could go back. It was probably the first place her mother had looked, if she had looked. If she went back, they'd probably send her back home to her mother. She'd kill her for running away. She was certain that she would kill her. Dad just finished a story about a guy who hadn't managed to graduate. He'd called him lame. Was that what he'd call her if he knew she was failing? If he knew she had essentially dropped out by running away? "Yes, I graduated", she lied. She hated having to lie to him. She knew it was selfish of her to lie, but it was mostly for his sake- or at least she believed it was mostly for his sake. He was drinking quite a lot. Although she'd never drunk alcohol herself, she liked to believe that she understood the effect it has on people. Her mother was one example, but she'd sometimes been with the shadier part of her class. She hadn't really understood why they kept inviting her until one of them had had a bit too much to drink. "They can't really control it", she tends to tell herself; Both in regard to alcohol and lust. Nevertheless, dad probably knew to control it. They were going to bed, soon, anyway. For all she knew, it helped him fall asleep. Come to think of it, wasn't there a beer in the truck? Her line of thought was interrupted by the slam of the fridge from the kitchen. Probably just accidentally used too much force on the door. "Got any boyfriends I should know about?" he asked, bringing forth a blush on her face. One thing was her controlling mother making sure that any boy she'd bring home would get the message to stay away. Another aspect was the fact that she just couldn't find the time for love. She had enough to deal with as it was; Her mother, school, her chores, her regular social life. At least that's why she thought she hadn't found a proper boyfriend. She'd had a few shy guys tell her their feelings, and she'd more than often felt obliged to return the words, no matter how in genuine, just to avoid hurting them. "No, nobody", she finally replied to his question. Had he wrapped his arm around her while she'd been thinking? Wasn't he pushing her a bit close? She enjoyed the warmth, but there was lingering discomfort within her. In a subconscious movement, she put her hand on his wrapped around her and pushed slightly, as if asking him to move it away, and made an attempt at scooting a bit further from him. It wasn't intentional- she'd never do such a thing consciously, as people could feel hurt by it- but the closeness had been too sudden for her to handle. "Can we just go to sleep now?" she asked shakily, "And is it fine if I just sleep here, on the couch?" Dylan looked down at her as she struggled to get out from beneath his arm, like he was making her uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes and lifted his arm to lay across the back of the couch instead, taking another sip of his beer to hide his irritation. He wasn’t sure what her problem was. Furthermore, he was just a father happy to see his daughter again after so many years, and even though he had agreed to let her stay, she was acting like she didn’t want him close to her.‘Just like your mother…’ he thought, and took another, longer drink this time, trying to keep his anger from rising. It certainly didn’t help that Callie took after her mother in the looks department. Yeah, her Mom had bigger breasts, but the hair and the body were almost a dead match, though Callie didn’t have the extra weight that middle age brought along for the ride. She also seemed to have her mother’s attitude, as well, and if she was going to stay with him, he would have to set her straight on a thing or two. But there would be time for that later.“You can stay on the couch if you want.” he began, turning to look at her. “Probably better that way.” He didn’t mention that he preferred to sleep naked, or that he never closed his bedroom door. It reminded him far too much of being locked up in a cell, so he never closed it, and wouldn’t start now, despite her being in the house. He stood, moving back to the kitchen to grab another beer, and then walked back to the bedroom without another word. He stripped down, tossing his clothes onto a chair next to the bed, and finished the beer he had been drinking. What was he now…six, seven deep? He had lost count by that point, but didn’t care. He supposed it was for the best that he just called it a night before he got too drunk and did something that he ended up regretting. Callie’s presence was bringing back the familiar fondness he had for being around a woman, and even though she was his daughter, he found it hard to ignore the soft, young body that had been beside him on the couch. Was that why he was getting so touchy with her, he wondered? He had thought it was just being fatherly, showing affection for his daughter, but was there more to it than that? Shaking his head, he turned out the light and laid down in his bed, cracking open the beer that he had brought with him. He drained nearly half of it in a single swallow, and stifled the burp that threatened to rip out loudly from his chest. Leaning back on the bed, he laid an arm behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, doing his best to ignore the lecherous thoughts that were forming in his mind. He assumed it was just the beer getting to him, justifying it because he had always gotten horny when he drank, and decided that it was far past time for him to get a piece of ass. The girl at the deli was cute, and had been giving him the eye, as well as a couple of chicks at the local bar. He would have to make it a point to get out and get busy, he thought, chuckling to himself. But in the meantime, he would have to take care of things himself. His free hand reached down, and he began stroking his cock. The organ didn’t respond at first, the alcohol making his manhood more stubborn than usual, but when it sprang to life, there was no going back. He began masturbating, trying to be quiet, but the open door did little to hide the sound of him pleasuring himself. He could only hope that the sound of the ceiling fan in the living room was enough to cover the sound of him stroking his cock in the back bedroom, though at that point, he was just drunk enough to not really care if it didn’t. Although Callie wasn't looking at him, she could sense his reaction to her. Even just his breathing gave her the impression that she'd upset him; She wanted to apologize, even though she wasn't sure why her want for personal space had upset him, yet she didn't open her mouth. Instead, she simply sat there, guilt written on her face, and let out a sigh. "You can stay on the couch if you want", he eventually said, "Probably better that way". He then stood up and walked into the kitchen again. She felt like the scum of the Earth-Although she had done nothing but to be comfortable in her own, personal space, she felt as if she had managed to ruin it once again. "Just like with mother", she thought and uttered another, silent sigh, as he walked past her. She might as well have been invisible to him. She slept in her clothes. Furthermore, she hadn't exactly planned to find her long-lost dad and sleep over at his place, so she hadn't brought anything to change into, and it was too cold on the couch to try to remove any of her garments. It was freezing, but complaining about it wouldn't heat the surrounding air. She had brought this upon herself; she had asked on impulse, but it was still her fault. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was surprisingly generic: The usual round, white shape with numbers written in a simple font. About a quarter past eleven. She hadn't realized the silence in the car had lasted for so long. Closing her eyes, she tried to forget the guilt she felt about having rejected her father, and to catch some sleep. She opened her eyes again. It was still dark outside. She looked at the clock. Twenty minutes past eleven. She wouldn't manage to sleep like this: In addition to her guilt, she was already shivering from the cold penetrating her thin clothing. The ceiling fan whirred violently above, likely helping the cold overtake her bodily warmth. She should apologize at the very least- or even ask to get to sleep next to him, if he seems to be in a good enough mood to be asked that. She couldn't allow either herself or her father to go to sleep with hurt feelings. Furthermore, she stood up from the couch and silently stepped towards his room. Her eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the darkness yet, so through the open door, the room seemed dark. Then she got far enough for the noise of the ceiling fan to be low enough for her to hear her father properly. She was already in the doorway, which she stumbled back out of with a gasp, trying to cover her face. "Sorry," she said in a squeaky, cracked voice. She hadn't expected it. She should've expected it. "Sorry," she said again, walking back to the couch, although she said it too silent for him to hear her. Blushing, obviously embarrassed by what she had witnessed, she sat down on the couch. How ironic it was for her to push him away for invading her personal space, only for her to later invade his. Dylan hadn’t even heard Callie come into his room as he lay in bed, his hand working furiously over his cock. The young girl got a full view of him lost in ecstasy, pleasuring himself, his large hand working over his hard cock without any reservation. It was only when she mumbled an apology that it registered in his mind that he was not alone, and he glanced up to see her move out of the doorway and back into the living room. Grumbling a curse under his breath, he stood from the bed, put on a pair of tight boxers, and made his way back into the living room, seemingly unaware of the fact that his cock was still quite hard, and quite engorged, the thin cotton fabric of his underwear doing little to hide his excitement.“Callie…” he said, flipping on the overhead light and looking down at her. “What are you doing? Why’d you come back there? Did you need something?” He wasn’t sure what to say about what she had seen, so he didn’t say anything. But his rigid girth spoke volumes about the scene, as did the dark stain of precut that was already spreading along his boxers where the tip of his erect penis met the thin fabric. And it wasn’t going away. Either the beer he had been drinking or his own virile physiology was keeping him erect, and the thing seemed to have a mind of its own, jerking and twitching as though eager to be released from its cotton prison.“Are you having a hard time sleeping?” he asked, and sat down beside her. He leaned back on the couch, laying a hand on her thigh, as though concerned. “It’s normal in a new place. You can sleep in my bed if you want. The offer still stands.” He began to caress her leg then, though if he was aware of just how inappropriate it was considering the enormous erection between his legs, he didn’t seem to show it. He looked at his young daughter, smiling, but he couldn’t stop himself from admiring her breasts once more, and the curve of her tiny body. She was growing into a woman, and it seemed as though his hard penis agreed, the thing still standing firm and strong between his legs.

Daddy's Home (DesMuMe & Mr. Self Destruct)|rating:2.0

Laying down the Law - A Tale of lost Innocence - closed for wildhoneyoh

Laying down the Law - A Tale of lost Innocence - closed for rvplymatesDelete Laying down the Law - A Tale of lost Innocence - closed for rvplymates--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Deleted. Deleted. Kathy couldn't believe her ears as Mike had the nerve to give her orders in her own home and her husband allowed that. Well she would soon fix this matter she though. She pushed open the kitchen door and looked at her husband." Oh honey, will you come here for a moment"She let the door close slowly as she began to pace around the kitchen. She wasn't going to be a slave to those two just because Mike was visiting. Especially that she had not even had a part in that decision. She continued to pace the room looking at the door wondering where the heck her husband was.Finally, she could not stand it any longer and got to beers out of the refrigerator and pushed open the kitchen door not so gently and marched straight for her husband." Here’s your beer dear"Her teeth were clenched as she tried to give both beers to her husband and catch his eyes, but he just reached out and took one without even looking at her. She was livid and had a strange need to throw the can right at her husband's head. Deleted. Kathy couldn't figure out what was going on as Mike refused to take the two beers from her. She glared at her husband until she heard Jim growl at her to bring the other beer to him. She almost threw it at him but was cautious as she had heard danger in his voice. He was getting to hate Jim calling her sexy when he kissed her a little too familiarly. She looked at Mike who seemed not to notice what his friend was doing to her. Her lips pursed as anger built in her, in a minute she would explode. Just before she was going to scream at Jim he hands ether a gift, confusion showed on her face as she opened the package and looked stupidly at the thing within. She was just about to ask Jim if this was some kind of joke when he spoke again." I think it'll fit over those big titties. Put it on, and rustle us up some grub. Mikey and I have some catching up to do. Oh, and get us another beer." That was it she finally snapped as she looked at her husband." Are you going to just sit there and do nothing as this friend of yours insults me and handles me like I am a street walker"When Mike didn't answer her, she threw the apron in Jim's face and headed for the. She had enough of this nonsense she was going to spend the night at her Mothers or maybe longer. Deleted. Kathy did not know why she stopped when Mike told her to. She turned around madder at herself than she was at Mike for doing as he said. She glared at him, not believing that she was what he called a latent submissive. Furthermore, she couldn't be that, no, she was aggressive and that is why she and Jim were having problem, but how did Mike know that? She made a face when he told her she needed to be told what to and that she wanted to obey Jim's commands. The man was having a fantasy that was for sure. She wasn't that type of woman or was she. The only thing she did believe of the garbage that was coming from Mike's mouth was that her marriage was falling apart and in her heart of hearts she did not want that to happen. That Mike wanted to train them scared her most of all, Couldn’t they learn on their own? She looked at Jim, and he looked just as bewildered as she must look. Every instinct told her to run not walk out of the door but his statement that Jim and her would not last the rest of the year stopped her cold as she still loved him with as much passion as the day they got married. She really didn't know what to do and did not realize that a helpless look was on her face. Mike tossed the apron at her, and she caught it and looked at the horrid thing." Your other chose is to go into the other room, put the apron on and get us those beers. But, because you've been naughty, and the lessons have to start sometime, when you come back with the apron on, you're not to be wearing anything else." Kathy's mouth dropped open as she stared at him another burst of anger hit her but as she looked at Jim to see what he would say or do, her heart melted. She couldn't lose him but could she appear almost nude in front of Mike to save their marriage. She did not know and Jim was not helping matters much. Furthermore, she looked from one man to another hoping Jim would say, don't do it, Kathy, but he did not. Furthermore, she turned to the door, her escape from this madness but the finish of her marriage if Mike was right. Furthermore, she quickly turned on her heel and went into the kitchen. She dropped the horrid apron on the table and slowly paced. Furthermore, she felt her emotions tugging her in two different directions. If Jim and she were alone she would have a bit of trouble doing this but Mike being present put a real strain on the situation. She was having a hard time getting passed Jim's friend being there. Then she thought up a plan. She started to get undressed feeling scared but yet excited. She stood in the kitchen nude and put on the horrid apron. Made sure her breast were well covered although when she moved parts of them popped out of the sides of the bib like material. She pulled the strings of the apron tight so that only a part of her ass stuck out. She grabbed the beers and walked carefully so she kept most of her parts cover, although she could not cover her long silky legs. Furthermore, she made her entrance to the right of Jim, handed him his beer and approached Mike and gave the beer to him. Furthermore, she backed away from him until she was by Jim. Suddenly she felt Jim's hand on her ass, caressing it in front of Mike. Strangely she was angry but aroused as she felt wetness between her legs, something she had never felt before unless they were actually making love. Jim's hand successful stopped her from going back to the kitchen as she continued to watch Mike. She knew she would run if he was to come close to her. Deleted. Kathy looked at her husband in complete surprise when he removed his hand from her. She was shock that he would let his friend apparently use her in this way. She thought he would know what to do himself. Furthermore, she thought once he saw her this way, this whole situation would just go away. Furthermore, she was wrong, dead wrong. When Jim asked her that nasty question she was totally confused. Her face turned beet red as she looked at him. She didn't want to be dominated, did she? Her pussy was soaked, but that didn't mean she wanted Jim to train them. She wanted what? She did not know. Furthermore, she just stared at Jim blankly, she needed more time." I will think about it"She forgot that her ass was hanging out and turned on her heel to go to her bedroom. Deleted. Kathy couldn't believe her ears; Jim was giving her and ultimatum. When he dropped his sweats, her stomach tightened. This in her mind was adultery. She couldn't have any form of sex with Jim. She looked from Jim to Mike, not knowing what to do. Then her eyes settled on Mike imploring him to tell her what to do. He was the only man she had ever had sex with. It boggled her mind what Jim was telling her to do. Mike could see indecision on her face as her color raised on her face from embarrassment. He knew she was a virgin when they married and did not have much experience in bed, he hoped to teach her more, but her mind was closed to anything he suggested. Now she looked to him for an answer and he did not hesitate." Please do it, Kathy, I don't want to lose you"She looked at him like he was nuts but thought about everything that Jim had told her about herself. She wondered if he was right, or was it just that she had no experience at what Mike wanted her to do this year, and she had said no. She trembled a little as she walked toward Jim. Furthermore, she dropped the top of the apron down but did not take it totally off. Her high well shaped big breasts jutted out, firm and inviting to any man. She looked at Jim and told him the truth." I do not know how to do this"She felt Mike pressing close to her back, in case he was needed for this lesson. Deleted. Kathy swallowed hard as she looked at the size of Jim's cock, it was huge, she did not know they came in such a large size, Mike's was about 3 1/2 inches hard. Maybe Jim's was half way hard. She put her hands around Jim's cock and moved her hands up and down. She was jerking it a bit as she never did this for Jim, he took care of such things. Furthermore, she kept her eyes down and watched his cock grow. Her eyes showed surprise at its size. She lowered her eyes once more as she carelessly moved her hands up and down. She blushed as she thought of what she was doing but some part of it made her excited. Deleted. Jim's question made her blush again, she didn't want to answer his question and turned her head to Mike who gave her an encouraging look. She turned at looked into Jim's eyes." Yes, it is making me hot. She dropped her eyes to look at his huge cock that now was throbbing in her hands. It was like a monster cock, she had no idea they came in that size. Deleted. Kathy was at a lost for words, as she tried to think of something, she drew a blank." I-I am I trying to make your big cock come on my breasts. Your cock is hot, huge and scary". It will squirt on my big breasts, gee I don't know what else to say." She had speeded up on his cock as she was talking and now felt it throbbing strangely in her hands. Deleted. Kathy was Scarlett, but she spoke as he requested, turning to Mike who nodded at her. She had not missed a beat as her hands stroked his cock willing it to cum so she could stop this." I like your cock Mike. I like your huge, hot throbbing cock. It is making my tight little pussy all wet. I want to feel your cum on my tits." She had parroted everything he said but as she looked into his eyes, his eyes and hand movements told her he wanted more. She sighed as she began again." Your hot robbing cock excites me. I want your cum all over my tits, wetting them and smearing them with your seed. My pussy is dripping wet for your cock"Both men looked at each other when she said that last line, but it was obvious she did not know what she was saying, moving fazes to make it different each time had made her say something new and exciting. Her jaw tightened as she tensed not knowing what else to say. Deleted. Kathy was surprised as Jim stopped her hands and criticized how she said the words he wanted her to say. Did he actually think she would mean them? It was true she had improved in the discipline department as anger had just been around the fringe of her actions, but she controlled it. She didn't understand self-honesty, she thought she was honest, what was this man getting at, she did not know. She was truly confused and getting more so as he spoke. Furthermore, she stopped herself from rolling her eyes as he said there would be no more lessons till tomorrow and then gave her something to think about. Furthermore, she looked down at her hardened nipples but did not have to look at her pussy, she knew it was wet. Was he saying she wanted to pump his cock and say those dirty words? She thought for a moment before standing up and looking at Mike who she saw was hard. Strangely she wanted to go to him and pump his cock and say all those words to him, but she did not tell him that. She walked to the stairs quietly wondering if Mike would come to bed with her. She hoped he would. Kathy didn't have to give it much thought as she knew now that she was a submissive and wanted her husband to be dominant over her but would he? Deleted. Kathy was in the mood for sex now, and she wanted it from her husband badly. She paced like a caged animal until she heard the men outside her door. She heard her husband right across the hallway and Jack talking to him as he walked down the hall. Furthermore, she saw the lights go out and after 20 minutes she slipped on sexy lingerie and went across the hall to Mike. Furthermore, she was careful about not making any noise as she opened the door and slipped in. She tiptoed over to the bed and crouched by his face and kissed his lips. Mikes eyes opened wide, she waited for him to grab her. She could see he wanted to, what was making him stop. She kissed him with passion and saw a great battle behind his eyes." What is the matter Mike, don't you want to make love? Her voice was gentle, gentler then he had ever heard it. Deleted. It had been the best sex that Kathy had ever had, she went to sleep with a smile on her face. Hours later she woke up remembering what Mike had said about the way she had treated him. She silently cried but as her mind thought of every little thing she had done to make him feel less than a man, she cried harder until she felt Mikes arms about her pulling her closer. He wanted to know what was wrong. Her tear glistening eyes looked into his." I am so sorry, what I did to you was wrong. The nastiness, the belittlement, the angry words so cutting.... She couldn't think of another word as her mind was in turmoil. "Can you ever forgive me Mike, I do love you, but I was willing to destroy my marriage and I don't even know why"Deep sobs shook her body as she realized how close she had come to losing him. I didn't know I was a submissive, I didn't even know I wanted sex until you took me tonight. I am so stupid, so stupid, please say you forgive me. Furthermore, I will do anything you say as long as you forgive me and don't leave me. Mike's arm's tightened around her, like he would almost let her go. Deleted. Kathy sighed as Mike said he loved her and most importantly forgave her. She felt him lay down in spoon position, his chest pressed against her back tightly as he hugged her. It was reassuring that he did that. She knew things would have to be different if they were to have there happily ever after, and she trusted Mike to never hurt her. Even when she was her worst he never hurt her. She hoped she could be her very best for him now. She stiffed when Mike said he had planned to avoid the bitch while Jim was visiting but then nodded her head for that is what she had been with him. Kathy giggled as he check to see if the bitch was dead and gently swatted her ass." Yes, the bitch is dead"She listened to his order, going shopping was not bad, she could do that in her sleep but the clothing he wanted her to wear shocked her. She thought that kind of thing would only be for home. That he wanted her to relive it was mortifying by telling him all about it. Yet as he teased her body by nibbling on her ear, cupping her breasts and even pinching her nipples turned her on, and she felt she could do anything to please him. She feigned sleep as all of what Mike wanted her to do was against the type of person she was in public. When she heard him snore she gently got out of bed and went to her closet. After looking at her wardrobe she found her shortest skirt was only a little above her knees, her tightest tee shirt was black to thank goodness and not really tight, her highest heels were only two inches high. The only thing that threw her was no underwear. How does a big breasted woman get away with no underwear. She would bounce all over the place. Then she remembered a grocery store out of the neighborhood that was open 24 hours a day and sold liquor and beer. That is where she would go early in the morning. Her plans set she slipped back into bed and kissed Mike on the lips. She was a submissive slut for him and proud of it. She wrapped his arms around herself and fell promptly to sleep. Kathy shivered in my arms as I finished, but she made no protest, so I kissed her again gently below her ear and concluded, "Now get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a busy day." Deleted. Kathy was surprised so many people at the store, mostly men who looked her up and down, she ignored them and went about her business. She was in discomfort as the tee shirt rubbed against her nipples. When she paid the clerk, he winked at her and offered to load her up. She declined his offer and hurried to the car where she unloaded the food, beer and liquor. She felt the wetness between her legs but could not do a thing about it; maybe the skirt would soak it up. Kathy was surprised when Mike and Jim unloaded the car. She put everything away as quick as possible. Jim came up to her and slid his hand under her skirt to feel her pussy. She blushed but did not pull away. She could fell Mike's eyes on her as Jim fingered her bringing a moan from her lips." You're soaked, Kathy. Did you enjoy you're shopping trip? You need to put you're apron on, whip Jim and I up some breakfast, and then come tell us about it. We'll be in the living room." Kathy nodded as Mike told her what to do, did he want her clothing off she wondered. Well she might as well get naked; they would make her do it any way. She kicked off her heels and let her skirt hit the floor and picked them up and folded the skirt neatly. The tee shirt was another matter though. When she took it off very carefully she looked at her nipples they were all red and swelled. They hurt and were itchy. Sensitive nipples were her problem to bare. The rubbing of the tee shirt against them had done this. That is why she wore silk bras that Mike thought were sexy but that she knew protected her nipples. She put the scratchy apron on, groaned a bit and tied it tightly. She figured discomfort was part of this submissive thing. Furthermore, she hoped that Jim did not want her nude as then he would see her nipples, but maybe that is what he wanted, to she her hurting. Furthermore, she did not know, she told him last night she would do anything to keep him, and she meant it. She started to make breakfast squirming a bit as her nipples were raw, and strangely her pussy kept getting wet. Furthermore, she took out a large tray and put the men's food on it. Furthermore, she wasn't hungry and just took coffee. Furthermore, she walked through the kitchen door bare-footed and bare asked. Furthermore, she walked over to her husband, pain in her eyes but did not look at him." Here you go dear"Mike took his plate and looked at the tray and waited as she served Jim. One lone cup of coffee was on the tray and Kathy took it and held the tray down at her side, waiting for more instructions." Where is your food?" She shook her head, still not looking at Mike." I'm not hungry, dear. Deleted. Kathy looked at Jim as Mike told her what to do. She wasn't sure that Mike wanted her to do that as he seemed to be more upset than her at the suggestion." Jim, do you want me to take care of you as I did last night"She wasn't going to remove the top part of her apron unless he said he wanted that. She hoped neither of the men would notice her sore nipples. She had a plan how to avoid that. She looked at Mike." What do you want me to talk about" Deleted? Kathy still had to avoid the men seeing her sore nipple so she walked over to her husband's friend and tugged at his sweats. "I am taking off his sweats now, I am excited about it. He raised his hips, and she quickly drew them down. "His cock is hard in my hands already, I am rubbing it up and down." She quickly undid her apron so that she was naked, but neither of the men could see her sore nipples. My hands are going up and down his huge hard cock, I am excited. She dipped her one hand to her clit and rubbed it. "I am rubbing my clit now and getting very hot and bothered"Kathy groaned as she rubbed her fingers on her clit. She had stopped talking but continued to run one hand up and down his cock. Deleted. A groan of pain slipped out of Kathy's lips. She hoped it would sound like passion." I'm your little slut and proud of it." She continued to stroke Jim's cock as ordered and rubbed her own clit, but Mike had other ideas as he pushed her hand away and entered her pussy she groaned in pleasure but looked at Jim in embarrassment that he would see this most intimate moment between her husband and herself. She felt so hot and yet so embarrassed that it was not surprising that her face colored a bright red. Mike was pounding her hard almost pushing her on top of Jim." It feels so good, Mike"Even as she said it she blushed again, her hands were now fumbling on Jim's cock so much that he took control and held his hands on top of her hand making her hand go the tempo he wanted. Deleted. Kathy was so full of lust that she did not care that Jim was there as her husband pounded her fast, hard and deep. His trust drove her wild as her groans became near to screams. She was enjoying this so much. She wanted more and more of Mike. Her mind was foggy as she heard Mike giving her another order. She listened to his voice, and then it dawned on her what he wanted her to do. She opened her eyes to see Jim’s cock right there. Furthermore, she hesitated a moment before opening her mouth and letting Jim’s cock in it. Furthermore, she was surprised when Jim grabbed her face and began to pound into her mouth. Furthermore, she was not taking care of him as Mike had told her to. Instead, Jim seemed to be fucking her mouth with no mercy. So now she had Mike pounding her pussy and Jim pounding her mouth. Deleted. Kathy thought she was going to die as Jim's cock slammed into her mouth over and over going deep almost into her throat. She was gagging and couldn't catch her breath when suddenly Jim was pushed away from her by Mike. Mike was defending her, protecting her from harm, true he had put her in this position, but he still was saving her from sure death. Jim backed down and Kathy was amazed as Jim scolded him like she would do if she was not trying to please her husband. Kathy heard Jim say he was sorry and then Mike hugged her. She shivered a bit from what had happened as Mike spoke to her. Now Mike apologized to her, "You are my little slut, but that means I have responsibilities, too. First among them, is that the slutty behavior I ask of you never bring you harm. I'm sorry if he hurt you, it won't happen again. Are you alright?" She trembled against his body. "I don't know, just scared, I think"Mike held her tightly as her body shook, but soon the warmth of his body had her steady again. Deleted. Kathy grabbed Mike's hand and when he looked at her, she blushed." Please make love to me"She wanted her husband badly." I can rest when we are done or if you want I don't mind going to the beech with you"She spoke gently to him as he looked at her. Deleted. Kathy blushed as she looked into his eyes." Can you do it both ways, gentle at first and then rough"She wanted a bit of romance before she became a true slut to him? She wondered if he would ever be gentle and romantic as he had been when they first met. She missed those days, but now she had opened the door to his wildest desire and knew it could never be like it was before." I will be your little slut forever"She would not give him any conditions as she knew now she needed the new Mike too. Deleted. "And I will love you forever, as I have unceasingly since the day we met." Kathy held out her arms and when he laid down, his gentle warm kisses made her sigh. Nuzzling her neck aroused her as he moved to her ear a most sensitive spot for her. His chest pressed against her breast, she loved at the contact. His one hand was underneath her and his other was at her hip. His kisses did their work as she felt the beginning of passion stir through her body. Kathy groaned with passion as his lips went to her nipple while his other hand moved to the other breast. His finger and thumb aroused that nipple as he went between kissing her lips and her breast. She smiled as he stopped and spoke of their dating days." What was it, the ninth or tenth date when we first started doing this for hours?" Color rose to her cheek as he spoke again." But this time I can't wait six months to do this.", She moaned loudly as his finger went deeply with in her pussy. She felt the slickness of his finger as he rubbed at her clit, and it excited her. His finger went in tiny circle moving faster and faster until she came. She thought to relax now, but he began the whole process over again. Before she could say it was too sensitive down there Mike spoke." I love making you cum, watching you cum, and I'm going to keep doing it." A little cry came from her lips as Mike continued to suck, nibble and lick on her nipple while rolling the other and stroking her clit faster and faster. She was thrashing uncontrollable and panting heavily when he finally stopped after the fourth go round. Her nub was throbbing wildly as she looked into his eyes trying to catch her breath. She had been helpless to make him stop held at bay by the promise she had made him to be his little slut. Her body was trembling uncontrollably as he spoke." I love you so". She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. Her kiss was passionate as she held him close." I love you to"She felt a strong throbbing in her pussy where he had touched. Deleted. Kathy was mortified that Mike was going to do that to her. He manipulated her body so quickly that she could not fight the inevitable. He had a strong hold on her hips as he forced her pussy against his mouth. As he began to lick and suck her there she experienced a wild overpowering feeling in her pussy." Oh Mike, OHHHH, Mike, it feels so good. Suck my pussy hard"She couldn't believe what she was saying or what she was feeling as he seemed to be eating her. She didn't last long as her first cum hit she could feel Mike licking and sucking at her juices the drove her wild. Her legs began to close, but Mike was ready for that as he forced them open and began to lick and suck her pussy again." No more, no more, yes, yes, suck my pussy"She was going wild once more as she opened her legs wider for him and his hands returned to her hips holding her in place. Deleted. You like having your pussy sucked, slut? You like the way my tongue parts these swollen pussy lips and tickles you clit?"" Oh God yes, suck my pussy, suck it. I am your slut forever just don't stop. Yes, yes I like the way your tongue parts my swollen pussy lips. Yes, yes, you tongue titles my slutty clit". After her outburst she felt her body being maneuver again, and now she was laying on Mikes stomach, his cock close to her mouth. His arms holding her legs apart as he dove into her pussy once more she screamed and found his cock in her mouth. She did not know what to do as this is another thing she refused to do as she thought it dirty but as he continued to lick and suck at her, she mimicked what he was doing and began to lick and suck his cock. He found herself going up and down on it, wrapping her tongue around it and sucking him as he was sucking her. Her hand moved to his balls and squeezed hem gently. She moved her face to his balls as she stroked his cock and drew one of his balls into her mouth, licking and gently sucking at it. She groaned as he continued to devour her and another climax came. Furthermore, she released the first ball and drew in the second one and licked and sucked that one to. Furthermore, she returned to his cock and began to go up and down on it. Furthermore, she had it fully in her mouth as she buried her face into his mound. It was an erotic feeling to have his cock almost down her throat and his pubic hair against her face. She went back to sucking and licking his cock bobbing up and down as quickly as he was sucking her. Deleted. She heard Mikes words and took her mouth off of his cock but kept stroking it as he kept sucking and licking at her pussy. She was breathless as she talked dirty to him. Kathy. Yes, yes I like it.... I like sucking your hard cock.... I was born to suck your cock. Furthermore, I like you licking my clit while I suck your balls...... I don't know..... how many, but it feels so good. Furthermore, I am a hard ....cumming, sex loving, cocksucking slut. As she finished her torrent Mike's cock erupted, and she let the cum hit her in the face as her own climax filled Mike's mouth, she licked and sucked her so hard she screamed and some of his cum landed in her mouth. With a face coated with Mike's cum, she leaned over and gently cleaned his cock off with her tongue. Deleted. Kathy felt very weak as she listened to her husband. When he turned to her, he asked was she alright." I feel a bit weak, Mike and I need a shower, can we take a shower together?" Her voice was pleading as she appealed to him." I am thirsty, very thirsty" Deleted. Kathy watched as Mike walked out of the room. He actually wanted her to walk around nude covered in his come. She bit her bottom lip somehow this was frightening her. Thankful that he had fed her, or otherwise she would have fainted. She found herself breathing heavily as she left the room and went to the kitchen to make the sandwiches for the two men. She put them on a plate and added a can of beer and walked into the living room with the tray. Furthermore, she placed the beer and sandwich in front of Jim being as quiet as could be so he wouldn't look up from his paper. Furthermore, she moved quietly to Mike her husband who was watching her closely and put the beer and sandwich in front of him. Furthermore, she couldn't look at him because if she did, she thought she would cry. Furthermore, she quietly walked to the kitchen door when she heard her husband yell.Stopper eyes grew big as she waited for him to tell her what to do. Deleted. "Don't go, Kathy. Sit and watch the ballgame with us while we eat. I said. Kathy turned around with her face lowered mortified that she was totally naked in front of Jim. Yes she had been in various degrees of nudity and that had been hard enough, but now she was completely nude with a cum spattered face and body. It was degrading and promised to get a lot worse. She looked up for a moment at Mike, and he motioned her to come to sit on his lap. She did so dutifully think his body would cover some intimate parts. But no he had her straddle his one knee, her back to his chest, her legs spread, so her pussy was there open and available to see. She took a quick look at Jim, he was indeed looking. She dropped her eyes back down when Mike spoke to her." Wouldn't like to explain to Jim why you're so messy?" Color flooded Kathy’s face, but she knew even though he had asked if she said nothing he would demand she did. As she opened her mouth to tell Jim why she was messy, Mike took one of her nipples in his hand and played with it while his other hand dropped to her pussy. She could see two fingers going into her and feel her clit being rubbed by Mike’s thumb. She groaned and began to explain to Jim. Her voice was shaky from embarrassment and passion.“Mike and I made…..oh…..love…..hum mm……….and he wanted……oh God…….to cum….IEEE……..in my face……..mummy……and he did…… Mike, please…….he wanted me……..please……..stay messy……mummy………for you” Mikes fingers were like pistons as she tried not to cum, she laid her head on his chest and clenched her hands as he continued to torture her in front of his friend. She could see Jim sitting up in his seat, leaning forward to get a good look at what was happening. Jim’s other hand was flicking her nipple wildly. Kathy was fighting with all her might not to cum. Deleted. Kathy panted as Mike spoke to her, she was at the edge. She knew she had to answer him or be punished later.“Yes, Mike, I liked you cumming on my face while you sucked my clit. I am your cum-loving slut.” Kathy felt a third finger go in her and she moaned loudly. She was still trying to fight the inevitable as Mike spoke." And are you going to cum again now, slut?“Yes I am going to cum because I am a slut” What can we do to get you there faster? Would you like Jim to suck on your nipples?"NOOOOOOOO, she screamed as her climax hit her and her juices ran over Mikes hand. She tried to close her legs to hide herself, but Mike’s leg prevented that. She spasmed and colored. Furthermore, she couldn’t believe her Mike had humiliated her like that. Deleted. "No? Ok, Jim would you simply fondle both her breasts, please? She especially likes it when you play with the nipples.", I responded. Kathy looked for an escape route as Jim nodded his head and walked toward her. Finding none she pressed against Mikes chest as Jim crouched next to her and started to fondle her breasts using his thumbs to excite her more. When Mike removed his hand from her breast to make way for Jim's hands she tried to slip off his lap but could not as three of Mike's fingers went inside her pussy again. She groaned as she realized the two men were going to make her come again. As Mike nibbled on her ear lobe and moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, he strummed her clit driving her mad with need. Meanwhile, Jim did not give her a break as he founded and strummed her nipple. So many sensations assaulted her, and soon she had no shyness as she moved sensually under the mastery of the two men. She felt her body let go of juices over and over again. She nuzzled Mikes mouth as he spoke to her. "You're a good slut, Kathy, my love. You've absolutely soaked my right hand, preparing it for the next step in your slut training." I then gently and slowly slipped one of those wet fingers up her ass. Not expecting anything that wasn't related to her fuzzy or breasts, Kathy screamed once more when Mike slipped a finger in her ass.NOOOOOOOOHe had never forced the issue of taking her ass before. He knew she feared it but even as she said no another climax came drenching Mike's hand. Now she was begging both men to stop." Please, no more, no more"But instead of stopping they both doubled their efforts. Jim began to suck her nipples alternately and Mike moved his fingers in and out of both her pussy and ass faster than she ever thought possible. Even as she whimpered they continued their onslaught. Deleted. As Mike continued to move his four fingers in her pussy and three fingers in her ass, she moaned finding pleasure in what she considered a perverse act, she felt herself near to bring. Even Jim’s persistent sucking on her nipples was not a source of shame as she was hotter than she had ever been in her life. She was lost to lust as Mike leaned forward nibbling and whispering in her ear with a silky voice of persuasion."why fight it, my lovely slut, you know you love it. I already told you, I swear I will never harm you.", and I nuzzled her neck tenderly, then continued, "there will never be spankings, or clamps, tattoos, or piercings, as some sluts must endure. Nor will their be any truly deviant sex. But you are my slut, More, you are my slut-in-training. And, before the week is out you will have learned to please a man in every possible way. So, why don't you embrace your slumdog and really enjoy those orgasms that keep crashing through you." Kathy felt her husbands hands leave her orifices and cried out in protest, as he lifted her, she did not think to protest as he eased her slowly down his cock to the hilt. It felt strange in there but did not hurt as she expected it to. When she was securely penetrated his hands went back to her pussy and filled that up as before. She panted as her body seemed to except all this and moaned in pleasure." Now, ride me, slut." With shaky legs she lifted herself up and let herself down slowly. She tried it a few more times and found it was a strange sensation, erotic to be filled to overflowing. She was slowly riding him as moans sound loudly out of her mouth. Her body trembled each time his cock penetrated her ass. Soon Mike caught hold of her around the waist and brought her down to the rug in doggy style fashion. Jim looked to him for instructions as her legs were arranged by who knew what person’s hands. Fingers went to her pussy and entered her once again as Mike growled out his own passions and began the ride. Her lust was high and her body open for anything that would occur. Deleted. Kathy's body was still on fire as Mike and Jim talked. She wasn't following what they were saying but next thing she knew Mike went back to the couch and Jim stepped in front of her. She heard her husband speak." I'll do the work on this end, Kathy. I expect you to use your hands to thank Jim." Kathy wrapped her hands around Jim's huge cock as Mike began to lift her up and down on his cock. She winched from the pain and pleasure of it and heard Mike tell Jim to do something, but again she did not quite get it." I don't have a free hand, so while she plays with your cock, Jim, I need you to play with her clit and tits." Jim's hands reached out to Kathy, one hand went to her nipples and the other to her pussy. His fingers went inside of her as his thumb strummed her little bump. She tried to back away from him and received a smack on her ass from Mike." Stop it and be a good little slut"He pushed her forward and spread her legs further, so Jim could do his thing. Jim's finger's moved into Kathy's pussy quick, and she gasped as she stroked his huge cock. Mike raised and lowered Kathy quickly as Jim moved four fingers in and out of her. She began to moan and groan as her hands stroked Jim huge cock. Deleted. What do you think about that cock that two hands can't nearly hold all of? Tell me what you are, slut. Tell me what you're becoming. Tell me how you feel about it."" Do you like that, slut? Kathy closed her eyes as wave upon wave of cum came from her body soaking Jim's hand." Yes I like that"She felt her husband moving her faster and faster on his hardened cock and groaned. Do you like having you ass filled with cock?" Yes, I like having your cock in my ass." Do you like being finger-fucked at the same time? Yes, oh yes, I like being finger-fucked at the same time. She screamed as she came again, her pussy and anus muscles contracted on Mikes cock driving her to another climax. What do you think about that cock that two hands can't nearly hold all of?It's big, it's big, was all she could say as both men worked on her fast and deep. Tell me what you are, slut. Tell me what you're becoming. Tell me how you feel about it." She was groaning nearly continuous now as Mike demanded answers from her, she yelled out, I am a slut in training, I am becoming a slut and I love it"As she said that she could feel Jim's cock throbbing. She continued to stroke his cock even as he stood up and shot his cum into her face. Furthermore, she closed her eyes as he continued to pump more and more cum on her chest, breasts and belly. Jim batted her hands away as he worked his own cock until he stopped coming. Kathy was soaked from Jim's cum and wanted to take a shower, but Mike was still pumping her ass, she moaned as she felt another climax coming. Deleted. Kathy looked into Mike's eyes listening to him, finding it hard to believe he was worried about what she thought or felt. Tears glittered in her eyes as she began to tell him how she felt, she hoped it wasn't another test, but she knew that it was time to open up to him. Being closed mouth for the months they were married before all this began had almost lost her the man she loved." Mike I like you being dominated and directing me the way you have. Actually in such a short time you have broken down my taboos and showed me great pleasure, great passion and lust, even when I said no you continued, and I found it wonderful, but I get very upset when you allow Jim to see me, touch me and use me. I find it a distraction to the enjoyment I have with you. I thought from the get-go I will get use to it but when he touched me I actually felt sick to my stomach and when you ordered me to do what you had me do to his cock, I felt like throwing up. Furthermore, I only did it to pleasure you, it does not excite me at all and when he came on me, I felt so used and degraded. Furthermore, I know has your friend but.... I don't know, I only want you to take me anyway you want, I love you that is why I accept what you and I do. Oh, while I am telling you my feelings I have to admit, I am not fond of being called a slut but if that does something for you then ok, you are my man, you only that is why I married you. I had no idea I was a submissive until Jim told us. But I think that I should have been more open to you from the day we met, but things like sex were I don't know dirty to me. When Jim, looks at me, touches me, uses me, I just feel weird and close myself up to what is happening. I hate it but if that is what you want then so be it, I never want to come that close to losing you again, I would let you do anything to me, anything because I truly love you." Deleted. Kathy was so happy when Mike left the room. They would experiment with sex alone, and she would learn from her husband. She would never refuse him anything. If the experience of being a slut had taught her anything, it had taught her that sex was wonderful especially with someone you loved. She slipped under the sheets naked as Mike wanted and waited for him to return. He had been so sweet, so apologetic, so loving all the things he had been before marriage. She knew it was her fault that they almost broke up. She had a closed mind and did not want to try anything that she thought was dirty. Now she would do all that he wanted, she imagined some things would not be pleasant but pushed that thought away because no matter what he demanded of her she would do it, she did not want to lose him. For him, she would be his little slut. Strangely she was getting impatient for his touch and realized that had never happened before. She was anticipating all he would want from her, a tingle of excitement ran through her body and she noticed her nipples were erect and wetness was between her legs at the thought of having sex with her husband. How stupid she had been from the very beginning not letting Mike have his way with her. Everything he had done to her since this began had made her climax and feel the excitement that she had missed. As the door opened up, and she saw her Mike, she held out her arms to him. Deleted. Kathy beamed as Mike pulled her into his arms, she was so happy that she had pleased him by staying. He kissed her deeply and hugged her tightly. It was a wonderful feeling that filled her with love. She felt him manipulate her into the spoon position. His warm body covered her back as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. She rubbed his arms that were about her." Sweet Dream, my darling"She was not sure if he heard her as his breathing was deep and steady as if he was asleep. She soon followed him into dreamland. Deleted. Kathy opened her eyes and went into Mike’s arms willingly for a loving kiss. His hand went to her mound and she moaned into his mouth rubbing her breasts against his muscular chest. Kathy was surprised as Mike broke the kiss, a little frown showed on her forward." Not yet, my love. First you need to go back to the shower and remove this," Kathy was surprised as his fingers went through her public hair." Use a new razor, and shave it as close as you can. And you're to do so daily. I don't want anything to get between me and your pussy." Kathy got out of bed to do Mike’s bidding. She went to the medicine cabinet and took out a new throwaway razor and shaving cream that Mike always used. She turned on the shower making it nice and steamy in the bathroom before she stepped into the shower and let the water flow over her. Furthermore, she placed the shaving cream on her pussy and shaved her hair off. Deleted. Kathy pressed against Mike's muscular chest, rubbing against him as he pleasured her like only he could do. She moaned as he rubbed her clit gently. She closed her eyes just letting the feeling go through her." So Good"Was all she could say as his fingers worked their magic. Deleted. Kathy was close to lust as Mike continued to rub her nipple and stroke her clit. She found herself opening her legs wider for him as he spoke close to her ear even his breath added to the pleasure a small puffs of his breath blew into her ear, exciting her. I "You're so slick and smooth, Kathy. It's just another way of saying that your open and available to your man, isn't it? And you like that, don't you? You like being the constant target of my sexual attention don't you?"yes I am available always to you. Yes I like it. Yes I like being a target for sex from you"She was close to cumming when Mike spoke to her and somehow his words made her push her hips, so his fingers pressed harder on her clit and surrounding areas." You're almost there, aren't you, Kathy? You cum so fast and so often since you decided to give yourself to me.""yes, I am going to come, yes much faster, much often, give myself to you completely"Her breathing was fast as her climax approached."Oh, Mike! no more", but as she hit her peak his last words flooded through her mind and out of her mouth. "I am your little slut, Mike". She screamed as she came hard over his hand. She shuddered as his hands still moved on her body and groaned loudly. Deleted. Kathy thought he was playing with her and easily said." I want the master to put his cock in my pussy. She smiled at Mike and hugged him. "This the time for the Master to get demanding, yes. She did not know what she was fooling around with, but he would soon teach her. Deleted. Kathy was confused as she came out of the bathroom she wasn't sure if Mike was mad at her for something. He changed very quickly from gentle to seemingly angry and demanding, what had she said to rile him up. She looked at him waiting for him to explain, but instead he demanded from her another of her taboos to touch herself. She went to the bed and semi reclined as Mike laid at the bottom of the bed with a birds eye view of all that she would do. Her cheeks flamed as she tentatively placed her hand down by her pussy. Hum now what do I do, she thought a moment and rubbed her finger up and down her inner lips. Strangely she felt a small amount of excitement from being forced to play with herself." Well I found it exciting when you fucked my ass when Jim' was here"She was amazed that she told him this, but it excited her so that she pressed her finger deeper into her clit and found that little nub. When she touched it she crowned. When the big cock went between my breasts to fuck them I felt like a real slut. She found herself moving against the pillows and beds her feet dug into the bed. Deleted. "Well I found it exciting when you fucked my ass when Jim' was here," she said. I gasped." When the big cock went between my breasts to fuck them I felt like a real slut.," she continued. Now my breath got short, and my hand went unconsciously to my hard cock as I asked, "I thought you didn't like JM being here, I thought you didn't like his cock?" Kathy moved her hand to the area and began to slip around in her own juices, she had never felt the whole area of her pussy. She found a silky velvety felling to it as she began to speak." I was afraid of that big cock and what it would do if you really let him take me. I think he would have ripped me open with it. It made me curious how he walks with that thing." She was strumming her pussy now as she spoke." I like being a slut for you, I like you telling me what to do, I like you taking me over and over. When you pulled me on your cock I was afraid. It hurt but felt erotic at the same time. You stuffed me and then kept putting fingers into me. When you lifted me up and down and had Jim stick his fingers in me heat flooded me. It was exciting, so exciting" She began to stick her own fingers in her pussy. One, two, three and then brought them in and out of her like he and Jim had done. She had learned something and never realized it. Swishing sounds came from her as she jerked at herself." Fuck me, fuck me Mike, I am your slut, I need your cock in me" Deleted. She moved her other hand to her breast slowly, her color heightening once more as she squeezed her breasts making the nipples pop. She pressed her fingers into her pussy and was met by wetness coming out of her as she spoke. "I like you telling me what to do. I feel real hot right now, I want you to fuck me, will you? I want to feel your cock inside of me bringing me to a climax as you pound me fast and hard. She moaned loudly as she was close to a climax. Her own hands torturing her. "Would you have really let Jim fuck me. He would hurt me, you know that. Air hissed out of her mouth as her hips started to move fast against her own hand. She moaned loudly and convulsed sitting up a bit as she tightened her stomach. She was breathing heavily as her hands stopped and she had her climax. Deleted. Deletions Delete

Laying down the Law - A Tale of lost Innocence - closed for wildhoneyoh|rating:2.0

Love Polygon((A Gravitation RP)) ((Private))

This is a private RP between EternalRaine323 and Nanami Each. If that is not, you DO NOT post here. However, feel free to read along. Raine's CharactersYukiHiroNanami's CharactersShuichiAyaka Chukchi sighed softly as he woke up on the couch. Yuki wouldn't let him sleep with him in his bed anymore, and he didn't know why. He hadn't done anything wrong that he could recall. He even made sure to leave Yuki alone when he was writing and not make too much noise. The pink-haired pop-star sniffled a little as he picked up his favorite mug and poured orange juice into it. He was doing everything right, but it seemed that he was almost worse off than before.((You know, I have to admit... I don't know a lot about Ayala. She's not a very major character.)) Yuki woke to the sun shining through his window. It streamed onto his face and he could not shake it. The pillow he tried to cover his head with ended up flying through the air in his frustration. It was morning all ready and Yuki was not ready for it. "It's too early to be awake," he grumbled to himself as he ran his hand through the golden mop on his head. He threw the comforter off himself and stepped lightly onto the carpet. Yuki stood in front of the mirror. He examined his bare chest and baggy eyes. He felt horrible. Lately he was not sleeping so well. The bedroom door slipped open as Yuki made his way to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of coffee will make me feel better he thought to himself. So, that is exactly what he did. He fished a cup from the cupboard and poured some coffee into it. Usually he preferred some sugar, but today he would drink it black; it helped him to think better. ((I understand. Generally I Google a character when they don't appear enough in a series. ) Chukchi stared hopefully up at Yuki as his lover got his coffee. He didn't say anything, afraid that he would make him mad. The paper was sitting on the table for him and Chukchi hoped that Yuki would sit with him, just for a little while and at least read the paper. He didn't have to talk to him, he just wanted to be near him, just for a little while. Thinking about this made Chukchi want to cry, but he knew Yuki hated that too so he just stared into his cup.((One more question. Is Yuki currently cheating or going to cheat?)) Yuki sipped his coffee slowly. He stalked over to the couch wearily. The newspaper sat on the table, and he picked it up. He stood there sipping his coffee and reading the paper. His eyes were bloodshot and he had trouble reading. Giving up on the paper, he looked to the couch. He saw Chukchi gazing up at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked with a gruff voice.((Going to.)) Chukchi jumped slightly. "I. Uh. Yuki... are you alright?" Chukchi asked softly, looking a little worried. He bit his lip lightly. Yuki didn't look well, but he didn't want to say that, and he certainly didn't want to suggest that Yuki see a doctor. Chukchi stood up and moved a little closer to Yuki. He looked up at him with watery violet eyes. Yuki glared at Chukchi with his bloodshot, baggy eyes. "Of course I'm all right. What are you implying?" he asked accusingly. There's noting wrong with me, he tried to convince himself. However, there was no hiding the exhausted feeling he had. He felt so worn out, and on top of it he still had a novel to finish. Chukchi flinched. "You just look... a little tired, are you sure you don't want to go back to sleep for a little while?" he said, "I could wake you up in an hour or two..." The pink-haired boy just wanted Yuki to be alright. He loved him so much. "Please Yuki... If you keep doing this you'll end up making yourself sick and then Thomas will blame me... and he'll be over here bugging you." Yuki set his face in his hands. A sigh puffed itself from his chest. "I don't need rest," he said exhausted. He turned and walked down the hall to his office. The chair was still sitting the way he had left it late the night before. He clicked on the computer and continued his next novel. Inspiration was evading him and this morning the backspace was his best friend. He growled in frustration at his inability to write anything good. Chukchi curled up on the couch. He didn't know what he was doing wrong. He was half-tempted to call Thomas and have him come over and take care of Yuki. Furthermore, he didn't like Thomas around Yuki but at least Yuki usually listened to him. Ayaka set down the novel she was reading. She had decided that morning that she was going to visit her beloved Erikson. She got dressed and happily boarded a bus for Tokyo. ((I think that's where they are right?)) Yuki racked his brain trying to think of something, but nothing came to him. A loud buzz made him jump. He felt silly when he realized it was the phone. He waited for three rings before he realized Chukchi wasn't going to answer it. He picked up the phone. "Hello," he growled at the receiver,"All right, hold on." He yelled out his open office door for Chukchi. "It's Hero!" he shouted as he held the phone for the boy.((Pretty sure)) Chukchi ran over and took the phone. He hesitated slightly before he leaned over and gave Yuki a peck on the cheek. He then took the phone out of his office to leave him alone. "Hey Hero," Chukchi said, "What's up?" It wasn't like Hero to call so early in the morning. Hero hopped on one foot as he was trying to talk to Chukchi and put his pants on at the same time. "K just scheduled an early rehearsal. It turns out Little Grasped has the place booked for tonight,"he grumbled as he tried to quickly get ready. "He wants us there in thirty minutes. See ya there," he said and hung up. Then Hero hopped on his motorcycle and was off. "Hero wait I..." Chukchi sighed. He popped into Yuki's office. "I have to go. I love you. Bye!" he said, hanging up the phone and running out the door, hoping he could catch a bus. He had hoped Hero could give him a ride, but no such luck, and he knew Yuki couldn't give him a ride. Yuki looked out the office door. "Where are you going?" he asked Chichi with suspicion. The boy was gone before he could hear Yuki. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to work. After another hour Yuki gave up. I still have a few more days before this is due he thought as he plopped onto the sofa. Chukchi made it to the stage with just seconds to spare. "I'm here!" he said, panting heavily, holding up a sheet of new lyrics. Ayaka knocked on Yuki's door. She bit her lip lightly, hoping he would answer. Hero stood beside Chukchi and took the lyrics from him. He studied them. "Love songs are all we get from you now," he chuckled at his friend. Hero turned and unlatched his guitar case. He pulled it out of its case and slung the strap over his shoulder. "I'm ready to practice whenever you guys are," he announced with enthusiasm. A loud thump sounded on Yuki's door. He grunted and stood from his desk. Silly boy probably forgot his key again he thought with amusement. However, when he answered the door, to his amazement it wasn't Chukchi. Ayala was standing outside his door. "What are you doing here?" he questioned her suspiciously. "Let's do it!" Chukchi said with renewed energy. After all, the sooner they finished, the sooner he could get home to Yuki. He'd make Yuki something good to eat tonight, and maybe it would make him feel better. He really wanted Yuki to be better. Ayaka frowned a little. "I just came to visit you," she said softly, "Are you too busy?" She looked up at him with her soft brown eyes. Hero strummed his guitar excitedly. Murasaki seemed as realistic as ever, just wanting to practice. The notes flowed easily from Hero fingers and the rhythm from Murasaki harmonized the music. "This is a great song," he told Chukchi. Yuki grunted but pushed the door open for Ayala to come in. "I was in the middle of working. That is until someone interrupted me," he said with blame apparent in his voice. It didn't matter that he had quit early. He just wasn't in the mood for people. Although it wasn't as if he ever was, except Chukchi. There was just something about the boy that Eire liked. Chukchi grinned. "Let's try it again!" he said. His voice was strong as ever as he sang into the microphone. He looked Hero's way. His friend seemed to be paying an extra lot amount of attention to him lately. Ayaka walked inside. "I can leave if you want," she said softly, "I just wanted to see how you were." She lightly touched his arm. "I've missed you very much, Erikson." Hero saw Chukchi look back at him. He gave his friend a wink and strummed his guitar again. A friendly smile washed over his face. He stepped forward toward Chukchi. Hero nudged Chukchi with his elbow. "I need to speak with you,"he whispered into Chukchi's ear. Then he backed up and began to play again. Yuki shook Ayala's hand off his arm. "Well, you can see I am fine," he lied. His eyes were still very read and the bags under his eyes were still gray and deathlike. He turned into the kitchen and poured himself another cup of coffee. Then he turned back to Ayala. "Why are you here? You know I'm with Chukchi. Were you hoping to steal me from him?" he asked her bluntly. Chukchi nodded his head, but kept singing. K was surprised at the work the group did. Normally he had to threaten to shoot someone to get them to actually work. Ayaka flinched. "Eire... you don't look fine..." she said softly. Yes, she still was upset about Hindu-kun. Maybe she did hope to steal Eire away, but she was more worried that he didn't look well at all. Hero strummed his guitar with acute precision. The rhythm of everyone sounded great, that was until the sound of a snapping guitar string silenced Hero's playing. He grumbled and rubbed his face with frustration. "That was my last string,"he said. The guitar strap slid off his shoulder as he laid the instrument back inside its case and clicked it shut. "What luck," he chuckled to lighten the mood. Yuki covered his face and turned away from Ayala. "I am fine,"he lied once again. It was bad enough that the boy cared about his well-being, now the girl cared too. It was quite upsetting. Why do I have to be so popular when I want to be alone?he wondered with frustration. "Well... we did pretty good, I think we're ready..." Chukchi said with a smile. He set down his microphone and jumped off the stage. "What do you want to talk about Hero?" he asked." Eiri-san... I love you," she whispered softly, "I really do, but I really want you to be happy you know..." Hero stepped off the stage to stand beside Chukchi. "There is something wrong. Tell me what," he said bluntly. He could always read Hindu as if the boy were a book. He hated to see his friend sad, and it made him feel good knowing he could do something. "Is it Yuki?"he asked knowing he was in the ballpark. Yuki turned back to Ayala in shock. His face distorted in anger at her words. "Get out!" he yelled at the girl. He was not in the mood for drama, and would not put up with it. He shook his head in confusion as he tried to decide what to do. "Forget it," he said as if it were supposed to be his apology,"Chukchi will be home soon. Do you really want to still be here when he shows up? You know how emotional the boy can be," he grumbled as he set down on the couch. ((Sorry I didn't answer sooner, my eyes must have skipped over it.))" Yeah... I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but lately... he's just always angry with me..." Chukchi said softly, "I can't tell if it's just his usual angry or if I really messed up." Ayaka flinched. "Eire..." she almost sobbed, "But I... you know your father won't stand for this relationship you have with him. We are going to get married, why can't you accept that... accept me...?" Hero nodded and listened to Chukchi tell his tale. He patted his friend on the back to comfort him. "Have you done anything you think might have made him angry?" he asked his friend. Hero did not mean to pry, but he really wanted to help. Chukchi meant a lot to him. It hurt to see Chukchi upset. "Think hard. Anything at all?" Yuki turned back to glare at Ayala. "Since when have I let my father's opinion dictate my decisions?" he asked the girl rhetorically. It did not matter what his father said. He was happy with Hindu. Well, he was comfortable with the boy, anyway. "I do not have to marry you, girl,"he said firmly. He had hoped that he made his intentions clear. "I don't think so," Chukchi said thinking really hard, "I even leave him alone when he's working..." Chukchi sniffled sadly. "I try so hard..." he mumbled. Ayaka left the room in tears. She would get a hotel room to stay a few nights and maybe visit again in the morning. Hero put his arm around Chukchi. "Maybe it isn't you. Maybe it's work,"he said comfortably. He gave a warm, friendly smile to cheer Hindu up. "Don't be sad. Maybe you should hurry home. I bet you if you cooked him one of your dinners he might lighten up,"he suggested. Hero nudged Chukchi with his elbow. "And maybe you could save some for me,"he joked. Yuki watched Ayala as she left. He stood and scratched his head thoughtfully. Perhaps I was too harsh on here thought. He quickly dismissed the thought. He blamed it one her insistence and decided she had deserved it. Yuki sat on the couch and waited for Chukchi to get home. Chukchi nodded his head. He hugged his friend and quickly pulled on his backpack to go home. "Thanks Hero," he said, "It means a lot to me." He hurriedly headed out to run home. Even if Yuki was still angry with him, he wanted to be near him, that's what he always wanted. He burst through the door. "Yuki! I'm home!" he called. He went into the kitchen to get started on supper. Yuki stood up from the couch. He followed Chukchi into the kitchen. He stood behind the boy and watched him as he cooked. "Where were you?" he questioned Chukchi. "K had to re-schedule our rehearsal," Chukchi said, busily working over the stove, "Little Grasped took our rehearsal time for this afternoon so we had to take an earlier slot. It was going really well until Hero's guitar string broke. Do you think Hero should have a spare guitar? I heard some guitarists have a spare just in case something like that happens, and we wouldn't want to be guitarless at a concert after all..." Chukchi trailed off, realizing he was probably talking too much. Yuki heard Chukchi talk, but wasn't really listening. He didn't comprehend anything, and was glad the boy had not asked him something on the topic. He just watched Chukchi cook with a blank stare on his face. For some reason, he could not shake Ayala's tears from his mind. Usually his conscience did not interfere with his life. Today, he was all off. He couldn't write, he was unexplainably angry, and he felt bad for upsetting the girl. He held his hand to his hoping to cure it. Chukchi turned and looked at Yuki. He frowned a little. "You still don't look well..." he said softly, "Why don't you go rest for a little while until dinner's ready?" Chukchi bit his lip lightly, hoping Yuki wouldn't get angry with the suggestion. Yuki looked up at Chukchi. He was hoping the boy wouldn't have noticed him in his condition. He touched his hand gently under Chukchi's chin. "Don't bite your lip,"he said,"It makes you look cute." Yuki smiled at Chukchi. He then turned around and went to his bedroom. He laid himself down on the bed and pulled a pillow over his face. Furthermore, he needed time to think, and time to forget Ayala. Chukchi's face flushed deeply and he practically melted. Even a little bit of affection like that was heaven to the boy. He smiled cheerfully as he continued to work on supper. He happily set the table and when he was finished cooking he made a plate for his lover before going to wake him up. Furthermore, he poked his head inside the bedroom. "Yuki... supper's ready..." he said softly. Yuki hadn't fallen asleep. He had merely been laying in bed, contemplating. He pulled the pillow off his face and looked over at Chukchi. Furthermore, he stood up and followed the boy to the table. Furthermore, he wasn't really in the mood to eat, but he figured he would humor Chukchi. As he sat down to his plate, Yuki's head still swarmed with doubt and feelings of regret. He kept asking himself 'what if?' What if Chukchi had not come along? What if he did marry Ayala? What if? Chukchi looked up at Yuki. He sniffled slightly. He bit his lip again, holding back tears. Yuki was mad at him, or at the very least, wasn't happy with him. He quietly stood up and went to do the dishes so he could hide his face from his lover. He cried so much, and he knew it annoyed Yuki so he tried to hide it now. Yuki stood and lifted his plate from the table. He strode into the kitchen and placed his dish in the sink. He did not look at Chukchi because he knew the boy was crying. Yuki squeezed Such's shoulder and walked into the living room. He sat down in front of the TV and pressed the power button on the remote. The news flashed onto the screen. Chukchi sniffled a little and finished the dishes. He went into the bathroom since the couch that was currently serving as his bed was occupied by his lover. He began to cry softly, curling up in the shower. Yuki sat on the couch for a while. He flipped the channels trying to keep his interest. The TV wasn't very interested. He clicked the power button and got off the couch. He found Such in the bathroom. Furthermore, he knelt down beside the boy. "What's the matter?" he asked as if it were an obligation. Chukchi sniffled. "You're mad at me..." he mumbled, "Aren't you?" He pulled his knees up to his chest. "I'm sorry Yuki... I didn't mean to make you mad..." Chukchi let his head rest on his knees sadly. Yuki placed his hand under Chukchi's chin and pulled the boy's face to look at him. "What gives the idea? No, I'm not mad,"he said bluntly. Chukchi looked up at him. "You've been so upset... I thought you were mad at me..." he mumbled, "I thought I'd done something wrong..." Yuki put sat down and leaned against the wall outside the shower. He had been a bit irritable lately, but it was no one's fault in particular. "Stop crying. You know I hate it,"he told Chukchi,"I'm not mad, so come out of here. I'll be on the couch when you're ready." He got up and went to sit on the couch again. He left the TV off this time. Yuki needed time to think. Chukchi rubbed his eyes before getting up. He got up and walked out into the living room. He looked at Yuki. "I'm sorry Yuki..." he whispered before curling up on one side of the couch. Yuki ignored the apology and continued to sit and think. He was not sure what to do about Ayala's visit. Do I tell the boy?he asked himself. He thought it over. No, nothing happened. There's no reason to get him crying again he concluded. With that solved he turned to Chukchi. "When's your next performance?" he asked trying to lighten the mood. Chukchi looked up, a little surprised. "Uh... next week..." he said softly, "It should be perfect... We have three new songs..." Chukchi trailed off. He didn't want to bore Yuki, or make him mad. Yuki watched the boy as he talked. He inched closer to him until Yuki was sitting right next to Chukchi. He looked into Hindu's violet eyes. He leaned in and kissed him. "You're boring me,"he said as he kissed Chukchi again. "Yuki..." Chukchi whispered. His arms wrapped around the taller man. "I don't mean to upset you... I want you to be happy so much. I'd do anything..." The pink-haired boy closed his eyes tightly as he leaned against his lover. Yuki pulled away from the boy's face and held Chukchi close. "Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong,"he told the boy. Even with Chukchi Yuki was still wondering about Ayala. No matter how he tried his mind kept wandering back to the girl. "I love you Yuki," Chukchi said softly, "I love you so much." He snuggled into Yuki's embrace. He decided that silence would be best now. Furthermore, he didn't want to ruin this moment. Ayaka was debating if she should call Eire. She wanted to talk to him, but she wasn't sure what she would say. Yuki cuddled with Chukchi comfortably on the couch. He held the boy close. It felt good to sit on the couch and relax. His head was starting to clear. This silence made everything better. Chukchi was quiet. His eyes began to close lightly as he began to doze against his lover. "Yuki..." he whispered, "Will you come to my concert next week? You don't have to... but..." Yuki nodded. "Of course I will," he said. The boy was right, Yuki did not have to, but he wanted to. "Really? You will? You don't mind?" Chukchi asked, looking a little surprised, "I mean... if you get busy. I won't mind." Yuki nodded. "It's not a problem. I'm not a very busy man,"he reassured Chukchi. He held the boy tight. Yuki laid his head on Chukchi's and relaxed. This was comfortable, and it made Yuki feel a lot better. Chukchi smiled happily, nuzzling slightly under Yuki's head. This made him very happy. He always did his best when he knew Yuki was going to be there. It always meant a lot to him. Yuki wrapped his arms around Chukchi. He was very comfortable, and after a while began to dose off. He was soon fast asleep lying on the couch with Chukchi.((Is Ayala gonna call?)) Ayala picked up her phone and dialed Eire's number. The phone rang making Chukchi jump, clinging slightly to Eire as he did. Eire's eyes opened slowly. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. He leaned over and grabbed the phone off the hook, careful not to shift Chukchi. "Hello?" he said into the phone with sleep apparent in his voice. "Erikson..." Ayala's voice was heard over the receiver, "I... I'm sorry for how I acted. I thought maybe we could get some coffee or something in the morning..." Shuichi snuggled closer to Yuki. "Who is it?" he mumbled. Yuki looked sown at Chukchi. "No one. Go back to sleep,"he told the boy as he slipped off the couch. He stood in front of the couch and paced. "That would be great. Hold on," he said. He looked back at Chukchi. "Do you have plans tomorrow? With Hero maybe?" he asked hopefully. He hated leaving the boy alone in the house. "I... I could..." Chukchi said, kind of hoping that maybe they could have spent the day together. "I guess maybe Hero and I could go do something though..." he mumbled. Yuki did not catch the hope in Chukchi's voice. He walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up his pack of cigarettes. He walked back into the living room as he was lighting up. Furthermore, he puffed on the stick as he continued to talk on the phone. "Tomorrow morning is good then," he told Ayala,"Where do you want to meet?" "Oh, where ever you want is fine," Ayala said, a smile evident in her voice. She was very happy she'd be able to spend time with the man who was supposed to be her fiancé. Shuichi was beginning to get slightly suspicious. He supposed Yuki could be meeting up with an editor, but he wasn't sure. Yuki took another puff of his cigarette and exhaled. "Would you have me pick you up? What hotel are you staying in?" he asked Ayala. He says Chukchi's suspicious look and knew this was not something he could tell the boy about. It's innocent. There's no need to explain anything to him he told himself. He had to look away from the boy before Yuki's conscience got the better of him. "I'm in the Days Inn across the road from you," she said softly, "I can just meet you outside if you'd like." Shuichi frowned. He highly doubted that was an editor. Was Yuki getting a date?? Yuki puffed the last bit of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the table in front of the couch. "Tomorrow, then,"he said. Then he hung the phone up and turned to Chukchi. "Don't look at me like that,"he said. The boy was giving Yuki the creeps. It was as if he knew what was going on. "What is it?" he asked. "Who was that?" Chukchi whispered, "An... An editor?" Chukchi looked worried. He was hopeful, but he doubted. Please don't lie to me...he thought silently. Chukchi bit his lip lightly as he stared up at Yuki. Yuki thought it over. He decided it wouldn't hurt anything to tell Chukchi the truth. "It was Ayala-chan,"he told the boy. Yuki sat back down on the couch next to his companion and stretched his arm over the top of the couch. Chukchi frowned. "Are you.... going on a date with her?" he asked softly, biting his lip again. He looked really worried about it. Yuki shook his head. "Of course not. Don't be so paranoid," he told Chukchi. "I'm sorry..." Chukchi mumbled, "I know I annoy you... Every day I feel lucky just to be able to be around you.... I don't want to lose you..." The little pop star stared at the floor. Yuki moved closer to Chukchi. He rested his arm on the boy's shoulder. Yuki leaned in and pecked the boy on his cheek. "Don't worry. It's nothing,"at least it was to Yuki. He got up and headed toward his bedroom. He turned back to the boy. "Come to bed with me," he told Chukchi as he went into his room and laid down on the bed. Chukchi wasn't sure if it was nothing or not, but it was nice of Yuki to try to reassure him. At the invitation to come to bed, Chukchi's emotional dog ears perked up, and he hurried to follow his lover to the bedroom that he hadn't been permitted in for a good three days. Chukchi crawled under the blankets next to Yuki. Yuki placed his arm around Chukchi. He pulled the blanket up and snuggled in with the boy. It was not too long before he was fast asleep.((I g2g. See you tomorrow.)) ((Seat))Chukchi smiled happily as he too began to drift off. It felt nice to be in Yuki's arms again.***When morning came Ayala woke up bright and chipper. She knew she shouldn't consider it so, but she couldn't help but think of this as a kind of date. Yuki woke up to the sun shining in on his face. He made a mental note to tuck the curtain, so the sun could not get through. He slipped out of the bed before Chukchi woke. Closing the door behind him, Yuki crept into the living room and picked up the phone. He dialed and listened to it ring. After three rings there was a voice on the other end. Hiro groggily slipped out of bed when the phone began to ring. He picked up the receiver and answered. "Hello?" he said with sleep dripping in his voice,"Oh! Yuki, what do you need? Is Chukchi all right?" there was a Paul as he listened to the man on the other line. "Oh, yeah. I could come over. Yeah, he could help me pick out some new strings. All right, see ya in a bit,"he said. There was a click on the other line and Hero hung up, too. With the meeting arranged, Yuki hung up the phone. He went back to the bedroom and stood next to the bed. He lightly shook Chukchi awake. "Wake up. Hero's on his way over," he told the boy. Then Yuki proceeded to the shower. He wanted to be clean for when he saw the girl today. Chukchi groaned softly when Yuki shook him. He didn't want to get up. He wanted to snuggle with Yuki, but the warmth of the other's body was gone. Chukchi opened his eyes, watching his lover walk out of the room. He pouted cutely but got up to get dressed. Ayaka was happily getting ready as well. She was drying her long brown hair as she tried to decide on what to wear. She was the sweet and innocent type, but she really wanted Yuki to like her. Her affections for him were so pure that she felt justified in pulling him away from Chukchi. Yuki had just stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall when the doorbell rang. Knowing exactly who it was, Yuki pulled the door open and welcomed Hero inside. "Hero's here!" he yelled down the hall for Chukchi. Hiro smiled warmly at Chukchi. "I figured you might want to help me get new strings," he told Chukchi. Hero winked at Yuki and went to his friend. "What do ya say?" he asked. Chukchi looked up at Hero. "I guess..." he said softly, looking Yuki's way. He wished he could have spent time with him. It wasn't very often that they actually had time to spend with one another. They both had busy schedules after all. "Yeah... that'd be fun," he said, "I want to pick up some strawberry rocky." Hero nodded. "We can do that, too. Let's go," he said as he shuffled Chukchi out the door. Yuki nodded as he watched the two go. Now it was his turn. He walked out the door and got into his car. He drove down to Ayala's hotel ad walked up to the front desk. "Where is miss Kayak-chan staying?" he asked and was directed to her room. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Chukchi seemed a little out of it, but he walked with Hero regardless. "Are we walking or did you bring your bike?" he asked. Ayaka jumped. She hurriedly made sure she looked alright before she opened the door. "Hi," she said with a smile, shouldering her purse. "I'm so glad you come see me." She blushed slightly. Hero pointed to his bike. "I brought my bike, silly," he said with a laugh. He noticed Chukchi was a bit out of it. "What’s the matter?" he asked. Yuki shrugged. "It couldn't do any harm and I needed out of the house," he said. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He puffed and exhaled the smoke. "Let's go," he said as he led the way back to his car. "Yuki's going out with Ayala..." he said softly, "I was hoping he might spend some time with me... but... He's busy... I guess..." Ayaka nodded her head. She smiled as she walked with him and climbed into the passenger seat. "Umm... Erikson... you're certain I'm not taking up too much of your time?" Hero listened to Chukchi as he straddled his motorcycle. He tossed his friend a helmet and put his own on. "I'm sure it's nothing. Don't think too much on it,"he said. But what he was thinking was warned him if Chukchi ever has a reason to cry beside his own stupidity I would never forgiver him. He better watch himself. Yuki put out his cigarette in the car ashtray. He revved the engine and drove on. He shook his head at Ayala. "If you were, I would not be here," he said. He pulled up to the coffee shop and got out. Chukchi sighed softly, but nodded his head, climbing onto the motorcycle behind Hero. "Hey Hero... Can we get that rocky first?" the pink-haired boy asked quietly. Ayaka sighed softly. One thing that did annoy her is how cold Eire could be. Regardless, she was determined to get Eire's attention and affection. Hero nodded. "Sure,"he said. He revved the motorcycle and drove off. They stopped outside a candy store. He hopped off the bike and turned to Chukchi. "I'll pay,"he said with a smile. Yuki walked in the coffee shop and found himself and Ayala seats. He ordered for the both of them. He was silent until the waitress brought his drink. Then he spoke. "Why are we here, Ayala? What is it you want?" he asked bluntly. Chukchi suddenly hugged his best friend tightly, tears squeezing out of the corner of his eyes. "Hero..." he whispered, "Thank you. For always being there for me." Ayaka looked at Eire over top of her drink as she took a sip. When she sat it back down she gave him a very serious look. "I want to know..." she whispered, "Did you ever love me Erikson?" Hero hugged Chukchi back. "That's what friends are for,"he said. Then he walked into the store and made his way to the rocky shelf. "Pick out what you want, and I'll pay,"he said pointing to the colorful display. Yuki sipped his coffee until it was gone. He waited for the waitress to return with a refill before he spoke again. "I-I don't know,"he said with a sigh. He felt ridiculous for not knowing something so trivial and small. Chukchi picked out strawberry rocky and a box of blueberry rocky. "Thanks Hero," he said with a small sheepish smile. He was glad he had decided to spend some time with his friend. Ayaka sighed. She fingered the rim of her coffee cup. "Do you love him" she whispered. She didn't look up at him, afraid of what she would see. Hero smiled back as he reached into his pocket for some money. He pulled out a bill and handed it to the cashier. They then both returned to the bike outside and drove to the music shop. "Do you need anything else?"he asked Chukchi. Yuki watched Ayala as she avoided his gaze. "I do,"he said with a tone of finality. He did love the boy. If he didn't, there was no way Eire would have tolerated him so much. "I don't think so," Chukchi said as he browsed through some of the keyboard music. Chukchi was an amateur keyboardist. He was good, but being a lead singer and keyboardist was hard. It was better if they all focused on the one thing they did best and for Chukchi, that was singing. Ayaka flinched. "I see..." she whispered, continuing to stare into her cup sadly, "And you never really cared much for me..." Hero strolled passed the keyboards. He found the strings quickly. He then looked at the guitars on display. "Do you think I should get a second one? You know, for back up? I hear other musicians do it," he asked Chukchi. Yuki huffed a sigh and lit another cigarette. "Is that what this is about? Are you jealous of the boy?" he asked Ayala. "I was thinking that," Chukchi said, "It probably wouldn't be a bad idea, but you'd want to make sure it sounds similar. Maybe we should get one soon... for the concert?" Ayaka sniffled. "Yes..." she whispered, continuing to stare downward. Hero smiled. "What one do you think I should get?" he asked as he looked at the display. This store certainly had a variety guitar. Yuki sighed and puffed on his cigarette. "What are you planning to do about it?" he asked Ayala with a sly smile. "Nothing too different from your old guitar..." Chukchi said thoughtfully, "That one looks nice." Chukchi pointed out a red guitar. Ayaka looked up. She stood on her feet and walked over to the blond man. She took his cigarette and snapped it in half before she leaned in and kissed him. Hero reached out and tried on the new guitar. He strummed it a bit. "You like it?" he asked Chukchi. Yuki grabbed Ayala's arm and squeezed. He let her kiss him, and when she pulled away he glared at her. "You broke my cigarette," he said with a scowl. "Yeah," Chukchi said with a smile, "It matches your hair." He looked up at his friend a bit sheepishly. Ayaka had to smile. If he was more angry about her breaking his cigarette than he wasn't that angry. "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I'll buy you a new pack." Hero smiled at Chukchi. "This one it is, then,"he said. Hero walked over to the counter and set money on the counter for the guitar and strings. He then spotted the picks. He grabbed a pack and tossed it on the counter with more money. Yuki chuckled. "No, I have more," he said as he hesitantly pulled out another. "Can I light this one and smoke all of it?" he asked with a smile. Chukchi didn't know a lot about guitars, but he had a good ear for music in general and this one sounded nice and the look of it suited Hero well. He smiled up at his friend. "You want to go grab a bite to eat?" he asked, "I'll buy." Ayaka nodded her head, blushing a little. She moved to take her seat again, her face all flushed with embarrassment, but also happiness. Hero nodded as he took his receipt and new items. "You have a good sight for instruments. I'm gonna use this one for the next concert. Speaking of, have you heard from K yet? I wanted to know when the next practice is scheduled," he said to Chukchi. Then he looked at his friend as they were leaving the music shop. "Where do you want to go next? What about the usual spot? The old diner?" he asked. Yuki watched as Ayala's face turned red. "Don't blush. It makes me sick," he said with a bit of aggression. Then he turned to his cup of coffee. It was empty, and he was not in the mood for another. "Half the time I never hear from K, he just shows up, guns ablaze and drags me off," Chukchi laughed. The old diner sounded nice. They hadn't been there in a while. "Yeah, the diner sounds good," he said with a bright smile. Ayaka finished her cup silently. For a moment it had almost seemed that Eire was playfully flirting. "Do you want anything more to drink?" Ayala asked quietly. Hero nodded. He tucked the bag of picks and strings in a hidden compartment under the bike seat. He strapped the guitar on and turned it around so it was on his back. "Try not to squish the new guitar," he said as he readied for Chukchi to hop on. Soon they were on their way down to the diner. Yuki puffed and shook his head. "No, I'm almost ready to go," he said indifferently. "Is there anything else we need to discuss before you return to your life of jealousy and ideology?"he asked. ((I wonder how everyone would react if Chukchi fell off of the bike... Just pondering. I'll answer in a little bit. I'm still getting over the flu, and I'm in that half-hour before you know you're going to be sick.)) Edit: ((I'm back and feeling better. n_n))Chukchi held onto Hero's waist tightly, careful not to crush the new guitar. Hero's hair hit Chukchi in the face. He spat out a piece of it. Ayaka sighed. She nodded her head a little bit. "Fine..." she whispered. ((Good. Did you have a stomach flu?)) Hiro let go of the handle with on hand to pull his hair over one shoulder. They pulled up outside the diner and Hero got off. He walked beside Chukchi into the diner with the guitar still over his shoulder. "Where do you want to sit?" he asked Chukchi. Then he spotted Yuki with Ayala. Yuki saw Chukchi walk into the diner. He watched the boy as he glared at Hero. The whole point of you being with him was to keep him away from mere thought with a scowl. He turned to Ayala to see her reaction. Chukchi saw Yuki. He knew that Yuki had intended to spend time with Ayala, but it still hurt him to see them together. "Hero... I'm not very hungry after all... I think I want to go home..." Chukchi said softly. Ayaka's eyes followed the two boys, but she said nothing. She didn't hear Chukchi's words, but she could see his very hurt expression. Hero placed his hand on Chukchi's back and led him out of the diner. "I'm sorry. I never would have agreed to take you out if I knew he was with her,"he said apologetically. Yuki frowned at Ayala. He stood from the table. "I have to go," he said shortly. Then he turned to leave, but then remembered he had given her a ride here. "Let me take you back to your hotel," he said hesitantly.((Is this before Hero falls in love with Ayala?)) ((He fell in love with her pretty much from the moment he first saw her, so he probably already likes her, at least a bit.)) Shuichi nodded. "It's ok Hero, I know you didn't know," The young singer said with a weak smile. He kind of felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. Ayaka smiled up at Yuki. "It's alright," she said, "I can catch a bus back." Her smile was painted on. She realized how much Chukchi meant to Eire, but it didn't prevent her own feelings. Hero nodded and continued to walk to his bike. Then he saw Yuki come toward them. "What do you want?" he asked fiercely. Yuki turned away from Ayala. He walked over and smiled at Hero. "I was going to take Chukchi home with me,"he said as he looked at the boy. Chukchi looked up at Yuki. His eyes were a little teary. He looked back down at his feet, not saying he was going with either of them. He wasn't sure if he wanted Yuki to drive him home. Was it because he loved him, or because he was guilty that Chukchi had seen him and Ayala together. Ayaka bought something to eat and sat back down staring out the window at the three boys. She waved slightly to Hero. Hero blushed as Ayala waved at him. He smiled at her and waved back sheepishly. Then he turned to Chukchi. "I-I think I'm going to stay here. Have a good night, Chukchi. I'll call you tomorrow,"he said. Then he walked over and sat down with Ayala. "Hello, Ayala-chan. Long time, no see," he said with a smile. Yuki put his hand on Chukchi's shoulder. "Let's go," he said to the boy. Then he turned and left the diner, hoping the boy was following him. He turned back to see Chukchi with a questionable look on his face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked. Ayala smiled up at him. "It's good to see you again," she said, "How have you been?" Ayala sipped her drink. It really was nice to see Hero again. He was so sweet, especially compared to Eire. Shuichi shook his head and shuffled along behind his lover. He climbed into the passenger seat of the car silently. Hero smiled at her again. "I've been working hard. You know, we have a concert coming up. Why don't you come?" he asked her. Yuki got in the driver's seat and started the car. "What's the matter?" he asked Chukchi. Ayala smiled. "I'd like that," she said, "Is that a new guitar?" She looked at the bright red instrument strapped to his back." Nothing..." Chukchi said softly, "I'm fine." The pink-haired boy curled up in his seat quietly. Hero smiled and pulled the guitar up for a better view. "Yeah, Chukchi picked it out. Do you like it?" he asked her. Yuki slammed on the brake. "We're not going anywhere until you talk. What's the matter?" he asked turning to face Chukchi. Ayala nodded her head. "Yeah, it looks great," she said. Of course Ayala didn't know a lot about music, but she knew that it was a very nice-looking instrument. Shuichi was so unprepared his head almost hit the dashboard. He turned his head to look up at Yuki. "There's nothing wrong. You told me you were going out with Ayala, so there isn't anything wrong." he said. Hero smiled at Ayala. "What have you been up to?" he asked her with full curiosity. Yuki shifted his car into park right there in the middle of the street. He put out his cigarette and looked at Chukchi. He leaned in and grabbed the boy's face. Then he locked his lips around Chukchi's. "Oh, not a lot," Ayala said, "It's been kind of lonely in Kyoto... I don't have a lot of friends there..." Shuichi's eyes widened slightly. He was surprised by the sudden display of affection, but it wasn't a bad surprise. His violet eyes closed lightly. Hero noticed Ayala wasn't entirely focused on him. "What's on your mind?" he asked her. Yuki held on to Chukchi as he pressed his lips firmly on his partner's. He finally pulled away from lack of breath. "Don't be jealous,"he told the boy as if he knew all along that was the problem. Then as if nothing had happened, Yuki put the car in drive and continued on home. In the back of his mind he was battling emotions and justifying the kiss he shared with Ayala. "Just... difficulties with Erikson," she said softly, "We are supposed to get married, and I love him very much... but I know he doesn't love me..." Ayala smiled weakly. Shuichi nodded his head a little, watching Yuki as he drove them home. It had been a very nice kiss. Chukchi smiled. His appetite was starting to come back. "Did you eat lunch yet?" he asked Yuki. Hero did not return Ayala's smile. He knew very well that she still loved Yuki. And Hero loved her. It was one of the most confusing love triangles he had known. It wasn't even a triangle if you factored in Chukchi. The singer made it more of a four sided shape. They were all stuck in a love polygon. "You know he loves Chukchi, don't you?" he asked her, trying to light the reality of the situation. Yuki shook his head while keeping his eyes on the road. "No. I was thinking you might make us something," he said encouragingly to Chukchi. Eire really did like Chukchi's cooking, even if it wasn't the best he had ever had. ((Yay! It's like that moment it the movie when they say the title!))" I know he does..." Ayala said softly, resting her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands. "It's just hard. I want to let him go... but it's not easy."" Sure," Chukchi said, smiling a little more, "I'd like that. What are you hungry for?" Chukchi was feeling a bit better about his situation. He wanted to believe that he was more than just a casual fling to Yuki. He wanted to be something permanent in his life. ((I figured you would like it.)) Hiro reached his hand across the table and place it on Ayala's. "Don't worry about it. Things will work out as they're meant to,"he said reassuringly. Yuki pulled into his driveway. "I don't know. Make whatever," he said indecisively with a shrug. "Thank you," Ayala said softly. She blushed a little. Hero was very nice to her, and she knew that he liked her. Shuichi headed inside quietly. He opened the door and slipped off his shoes before heading to the kitchen to make lunch. Hero saw the blood rush to Ayala's face. It flustered him. He couldn't help but flash a smile at her. "Don't worry about it,"he said shyly. Yuki followed Chukchi into the house. He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. "You want one?" he offered to the boy. Ayala's food showed up. She sighed, breathing in the smell. "Would you like some?" she offered a bit hesitantly." Nah," Chukchi said, shaking his head, "Actually... on second thought, yeah, I'll take one." Chukchi didn't feel much like drinking. Not right now anyway, but he could use a beer for a recipe he wanted to use. Hero waved his hand in protest. "No," he said with a shake of his head. Yuki tossed a second beer to Chukchi. Then he stood behind the boy and watched him as he cooked. "If you're sure," Ayala said, before beginning to eat her meal. She was really rather hungry. She got starving when she got upset. Shuichi poured the beer into a pot with a lot of different vegetables and beef broth and let it boil down. ((I saw someone cook this on Next Iron Chef. It looked perfect.)) Hero watched Ayala silently. He knew he had no chance with the girl as long as she was still in love with Yuki. Poor girlie thought to himself. Yuki sipped his beer as he silently watched Chukchi cook. He placed a strong hand on the boy's shoulder and squeezed affectionately. Ayala sighed as she finished up her meal. "Hero..." she said softly, "Thanks... for spending time with me." She smiled up at him. Shuichi looked up in surprise but smiled. He gave the contents of the pot a stir and then let it sit for a while. He turned around and hugged his lover. Yuki wrapped his arms around Chukchi tightly. He held the boy for a while. It wasn't until the pot on the stove started to boil over that he let go. "Eek! Oh, no!" Chukchi pulled away and turned the stove top off. He stirred the pot. The broth had boiled down nicely. "Er... Soup's done..." he said awkwardly. Yuki smiled slightly and nodded. "It is," he said. He pulled two bowls out of the cabinet and took them to the table. He set his drink down by his plate and sat down waiting for Chukchi. Chukchi poured soup into the bowls and set them down on the table. He smiled up at Yuki and got two spoons, setting one down by Yuki. He sat down. "I hope you like it," he said. Yuki smiled back. "I'm sure I will," he said as he tried a bit of the soup and washed it down with a sip of his beer. Chukchi ate his soup quietly. He smiled up at his lover. "Yuki... I love you," he whispered softly. Yuki smiled but did not respond. He was still quite unsure of his feelings about the boy. Yuki loved being around the boy. Chukchi made Yuki feel younger, and sometimes that brought back bad memories. With Ayala there was no remembering, but he still could not bring himself to love her. It was quite a conundrum. Until Yuki made up his mind he would live as he had every day. Chukchi sighed softly. He wasn't mad that Yuki didn't answer with an "I love you too," but he was a little hurt. Yuki never really said that he loved him, but that was ok, as long as he got to spend time with him. The bubblegum-headed boy yawned sleepily. Without looking up Yuki said,"Go to bed. You're tired." He got up and put his dishes in the sink and threw away his empty beer can. Chukchi looked a bit surprised by the rather blunt statement. "I'd rather stay up with you..." the pop-star protested gently, watching Yuki from across the room.

Love Polygon((A Gravitation RP)) ((Private))|rating:3.0

His New Maid

(closed for me and Natalia Heart)Ron Helmed was a very wealthy man who enjoyed indulging in all the pleasures that he could. He lived a life of leisure in his large mansion out in the country, and although he lived alone, he had guests so often that it didn't seem like it. Ron didn't have a wife. He was divorced, but thanks to a prenup he had managed to hang on to his large fortune. It wasn't until he received a special visit from one of his friends, that he considered once again the idea of having a woman in his life. His friend had obtained a mind control drug, and used it on his gold-digging wife. He brought her with him, and it was obvious that she had changed. His formerly bitchy wife had been turned into submissive sex kitten. She obeyed him without question, and seemed to constantly have a look of lust in her eyes. It took Ron one look at her to decide that he needed a large quantity of this drug. The drug was designed to be absorbed through the skin, so delivery was easy. It could be sprayed on to the persons clothes, or even their body, and within minutes it would take effect. When it did, it made the person extremely submissive, and acted as an aphrodisiac to make sure that the slave was always ready for action. At first, the effects were mild, but after prolonged exposure the effects come more pronounced, and permanent. The end result was, a fully obedient slave who was always horny for her master. The next thing he needed was a target, and he found that easily on the internet. She was sexy, and she was looking for a maid job in the United States. It didn't take long to set it up. He offered her housing, food, and a generous salary to make sure that she would accept. When the day finally came to put his plan into action, he was completely ready. Natalia Drake had just moved to the states from Spain, having found a job through the internet. She spoke perfect English, having taken classes while in her own country; after all, it was necessary to speak the native language. She wanted to move here first and establish a home and some income before sending for more of her family members. She'd recently turned 24, and looked very exotic. Her dark brown curls were normally pulled back into a tight bun, which she figured would suit her well as a maid for this fine gentleman. She had deep brown eyes, and pouty lips. She had packed her suitcase with necessities; extra clothes and toiletries, as well as a few framed photos of her family. She watched out the window of the limousine that had unexpectedly been waiting at the airport for the young woman, noting that they were going further into the country. The view was scenic, and she enjoyed her first look at the United States. The limo pulled to a stop in front of a mansion and her eyes widened. Her new boss had mentioned he lived alone in a large house, but she had no idea it was this big. She thanked the driver and climbed out of the car, taking her suitcase and starting up the walk to the door. Ron heard the limousine pull into the driveway and smiled to himself. It was time. He heard the bell, and eagerly rushed to the door to greet her. She was even more beautiful in person than in the pictures. Even in her rather modest outfit, she looked stunning and Ron couldn't help but feel a little aroused as he took in the sight of her. Yes, she would be perfect. Her accommodations were already prepared. She had a decent sized bedroom, which was mostly empty now, except for her bed, and her uniforms which hung on a rack in the corner. I had purposely ordered the outfits a little too small, and in fact, they rather indecent. If she complained at first, I would simply promise to order new ones for her. I was sure she wouldn't have any complaints for long though." Natalia..." He said with a warm smile, "It's nice to finally meet you. Let me show you to your room..." At first glance, Natalia thought her new boss seemed nice. She hadn't done too much in Spain as far as cleaning for her job was concerned, but she took care of the house and her siblings, so she figured this job wouldn't be too difficult. She stepped inside when opened the door wider, returning his smile. "Nice to meet you as well, sir." She found formalities to be key when giving a first impression. As Natalia followed Ron into the house, she got to peek around, still in awe of how large the house actually was. Her large family would do well to live in a place like this. Ron led her up the large staircase and down a long hallway to her room. The girl had a stunned look on her face; she had probably never been inside such a big house before. He motioned towards the bed, and the uniforms hanging on the rack, telling her that this is all he had for her, but that if she needed anything to just ask." I'll give you some time to make yourself at home," He said, moving towards the door, "You've had a long trip, so don't hesitate to take your time. I want you to feel comfortable here." Natalia set her suitcase down by the closet doors, glancing around the simple room. She looked back to Ron, smiling simply. "Thank you, sir. This is plenty." She glanced to the uniforms, not getting a good enough look at them to really realize that they were a bit too small for her. She glanced to the bed and the nightstand beside it. Furthermore, she reached into the side of her suitcase, pulling out the frames and stepping over to the nightstand to set them up. It really was all she needed. This job would do nicely. He left her alone for about an hour, and then he came back to check in on her. He knocked lightly on the door as he opened it slowly. Furthermore, he could see her inside, she had her back to him, and she was hanging up her clothes in the closet. She didn't hear him, and he took this moment to admire how she looked from behind. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, which would have to change. He smiled a little to himself, and then he spoke." Hi Natalia," He said, still outside the room, "I just wanted to make sure that everything here meets your needs." She turned to look at Ron, giving a smile. She was quite comfortable in this room, and she'd even gotten a nap in the hour she was left alone. The flight here was long, and she needed a little catch-up. "It does, sir. Thank you." He was a very nice man, and she could see them keeping a friendly relationship, although she was an employee. She finished hanging up the last shirt, closing the closet before turning to look at Ron once more. "Did you have any ground rules that you wanted to go over, sir?" He moved to the center of the room, standing in front of her." I'm glad you're happy with the accommodations, and yes, I suppose now would be a good time to go over your duties," he started, "From 9:00 each morning to 9:00 at night you are on duty, which means you must be in uniform. This is a very large house, so you should have no problem keeping busy during that time. You may take a one-hour break once a day whenever you wish, but I would like you to inform me when you do. Also, I have to ask that you present a demeanor that is appropriate for a maid, particularly if there are guests over. Does that sound fair?" She watched Ron cross the room to meet her, clasping her hands in front of her. She listened silently as he went over her duties and she simply nodded. They were simple to understand. The hours weren't terrible, and she figured she would take an hour in the middle of it for lunch and a nap if she got tired. "Completely fair, sir. I understand." He smiled, "Great. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I will be downstairs in my study if you need anything." He turned and left, heading to his study, where he usually spent his evenings. He made sure to call his friend and thank him before he relaxed, opening a book. Furthermore, he was eager to see Natalia's transformation start, but he had to be patient. It would take time. For now, he would have to settle for only looking at his sexy new maid, but soon he would do more. He wondered if she would raise an issue with the skimpy uniforms, or simply accept them. She watched him leave and opened her mouth a moment to voice an afterthought. He was already heading downstairs by that time, however. It wasn't important anyway. She exhaled a little. It was getting late, so she decided to look around for a bathroom. She'd take a shower, and climb into bed for the night. She needed to get up early and get right to work. She grabbed her nightgown, heading down the hall to the bathroom. Furthermore, she closed the door behind her, and set the night gown down on the sink counter. Furthermore, she reached up to her bun, pulling out the pins that held her loose curls up tight. Furthermore, she shook out her hair, still able to smell the shampoo and conditioner in it. Furthermore, she disrobed and climbed into the fancy bathtub to shower. Furthermore, she finished up quickly, putting on her nightgown and grabbing her clothes before heading back to her room for the night. Ron headed to bed early that night, tomorrow would be a big day. He woke up a little later than usual, and got dressed quickly, eager to see Natalia at work. It was 9:30 now, so she had been on duty for half an hour already. He left his room, and walked around the upper floor to look for her. She must be downstairs, he thought. As he made his way downstairs he could hear some activity coming from the kitchen. He crept slowly towards the noise, and then he saw her. There she was, in uniform just as he suspected. He looked her up and down with an appraising look, and he was very pleased with what he saw." Good morning..." He said. Natalia was busy mopping the kitchen floor, taking a moment here and there to adjust the uniform. It was pretty tight on her curvy but thin form, and it wasn't comfortable. But, it was her job, and she was required to wear it. So she complied, cursing it mentally. She looked over to Ron as he greeted her. She smiled slightly, "Morning, sir." He hadn't said to call him anything else yet, so that's what she stuck with. She wouldn't be opposed to whatever he wished to be addressed as, it was his prerogative. Ron sat down at the kitchen table and admired the way that Natalia looked while she scrubbed the floor in her tiny uniform. He had sprayed all the uniforms with the drug, and it was surely working, even now. It was doubtful that there would be any noticeable effects until much later in the day though. She looked a tad bit uncomfortable with the uniform, but that discomfort would not last long. Soon she would be happy to strut around in it for him. He told her, "I have some business to attend to, so I will be gone for most of the day. I trust you will keep yourself busy?" She finished up the last of the floor as he spoke, picking up the bucket and standing. "Of course, sir, there's plenty of houses to clean." She smiled, moving to the sink to dump out the soapy water and proceeding to clean the sinks afterward. She tugged on the uniform again, biting on her lip as she attempted to get more comfortable. In a way, Natalia's discomfort aroused Ron. She looked cute biting her lip while she adjusted the uniform. He stood up, and came up behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder, "I'll see you this evening, ok?" With that, he left and headed to his office to take care of some business. It was rare that he actually needed to go in, as he owned the company, but he needed to meet with some important people today. The days business went well, and when it was done he eagerly raced home to get another look as his new maid. The day ran without major event, and Natalia had covered a lot of the house. She found herself more and more comfortable in the uniform, not bothering to adjust it anymore. Whenever she passed a mirrored surface, she found herself noticing how sexy she looked in the uniform. She had taken the pins from her bun out, letting her curls rest over her shoulders as she worked. Ron arrived home and was pleased to see that Natalia had let her hair down. It was amazing what such a small change did for her appearance. Her curls framed her face nicely, giving her a much more sultry look. His eyes were glued to her as he approached her. He was sure that she noticed the hungry look he was giving her." I must say, Natalia..." he said, complimenting her, "That you look much nicer with your hair down. You should wear it like this more often..." She turned from her dusting to look up at him, smiling in a flirty way that was somewhat out of the ordinary for her. She pulled back a little when she noticed it. "Thank you, sir. It feels better to let it down once in a while." Since Ron had said that, she felt the need to wear it down all the time. She thought it was kind of odd, but didn't dwell on it. He stood close to her, nodding to show his appreciation, "It's very cute, and I think it suits you much better." She had smiled at him, as if she was happy that her appearance pleased him, and she even seemed to flirt with him a little. This was a good sign, it meant that the drug was working. He looked her up and down, checking her out. Yes, she was a very sexy maid, there was no doubt about that." Could you fetch me something to drink, dear?" He asked her. "Yes, sir," she complied without a thought, setting down her duster and heading to the kitchen. She blinked slightly once at the fridge, thinking about how quickly she'd complied with Ron. She had no problem getting her boss a drink, but she normally wouldn't hop to it like some little slave girl. Furthermore, she shook her head, following through with fixing his drink, walking back out to him and handing it over. "Here you go, sir." "Thank you, sweetie," Ron said as he took a sip from the glass, "I'm very pleased with your performance so far. I think this arrangement is going to work out very well." He smiled at her and left for his study, his hand lightly patting her bottom as he passed her. He tried to get some reading done, but it was no use. Furthermore, he was too excited by Natalia, and he kept getting distracted. Furthermore, he stopped by her room before he headed to bed, knocking lightly on the door. She was genuinely happy that he was pleased with her, and for some reason she felt like her world revolved when she made him happy. She felt slightly confused over this, but got distracted when he had touched her behind. Furthermore, she bit her lip a little, not understanding why that made her so hot. It was nothing! She shook her head and finished her work. She was up in her room, it was only a few minutes after nine. Furthermore, she was looking over herself in the mirror, having not yet changed. Furthermore, she turned to look at her butt with a small smirk, surprised that she looked so good in the uniform. Why in the world was she so uncomfortable earlier? She looked over to the door, "It's open, sir." He smiled widely and entered her room, seeing her in front of the mirror in her uniform. He came up from behind her, and his hand rested on her thigh, toying with the fabric. She started to blush, and he read a bit of uneasiness on her face. He leaned in, saying quietly into her ear, "I'm glad you like it, darling, but don't you think it would look much better if you wore some heels with it?" She watched him walk up behind her in the mirror, spotting his hand on her thigh. God, it was making her hot again. This was so unlike her. She glanced up to meet his gaze in their reflection, biting her lip a little. She wanted nothing more than to wear heels with her uniform now. This was all so odd to her, she didn't understand it. She smiled at the pet name, finally replying, "It definitely would, sir." "I'm glad you agree," He whispered, kissing her cheek while he squeezed her thigh, "I look forward to seeing you in them tomorrow..." He released his grip from her thigh, and turned, leaving the room. He was quite satisfied with what had gone on today, and he could only hope that tomorrow would be just as productive. She exhaled shakily as she watched after Ron, glancing over herself after. She shook her head, all the wants to do as he said beginning to freak her out. Furthermore, she quickly got changed from her uniform and climbed into bed. It was all so strange. Ron woke up earlier than Natalia, and he was waiting downstairs for her. She walked in, tottering on her heels and his eyes met hers. He nodded, flashing her a grin. He knew that she was still conflicted with her desire to please him, but she wouldn't be for much longer. Her face turned red when she saw him, and she bit her lip again." I'm starving..." He said with a smile, "Would you mind making me something to eat, doll?" The heels did go well with the skirt, even though it took her quite a little while to feel like she should wear them. But once she zipped up her uniform it seemed like it was something she needed to do. She smiled as he asked for something to eat, nodding quickly, "Of course, sir." Another pet name, she grinned as she hurried into the kitchen to cook breakfast. She loved doing things for Ron, and she still couldn't figure out why that was. Part of her didn't really care anymore. It just felt good when she did as she was told. Ron loved watching Natalia cook breakfast for him in her heels. She looked like every men fantasy as she scurried around the kitchen, fixing him a nice meal. His eyes were constantly drawn to ass, which was shaped nicely by the effect of the heels. His cock stiffened in his pants." You're looking good today..." He said to her. She fixed up his breakfast and put it on a plate, walking over him with more of a wiggle in her step. She set the plate in front of him, smiling. "Thank you sir," she replied. It made her feel so good that he liked what he saw. She really didn't know what was coming over her. He noticed the sway of her hips and smiled a little. He took a bite of the food, and it tasted even better because his sexy maid had made it for him. Furthermore, he made a mental note to invite his friend over for dinner tonight, so that he could show her to him." I'm going to be having a guest over this evening," He said to her, his eyes lingering on her breasts in between words, "and I would appreciate it if when he comes over, you were not wearing any panties underneath your uniform." She watched his glances at her breasts with a small smirk, glad that he was enjoying her. He spoke of his guest, and she nodded, and he finished when telling her to leave off the underwear for the evening. She felt a little bit embarrassed, but complied immediately anyone. "Of course, sir, whatever you wish." She turned and started cleaning up the mess she'd made while cooking, the blush high in her cheeks as she thought about going without panties tonight. Ron finished his food and stood up, placing the plate next to the sink. He moved beside Natalia and reached up her skirt, squeezing her ass. He was hard for her, but he decided to wait until later to ravish her. Besides, he needed to go into the office again today, and if he started now he probably wouldn't make it in at all." The food was great, sweetie..." He said to her, "I've got to go into work again, and I'll be meeting up with my guest before I come back. I trust that when we arrive you will look your best... She glanced to him, smiling, "Of course, sir." She went back to cleaning the dishes, almost feeling the need to call him master. Furthermore, she furrowed a brow at the thought, shaking her head a little. Furthermore, she smiled again after, thinking about dolling herself up a little more for Ron and his guest. Ron left and did not return until supper time. When they arrived, Natalia was in the kitchen fixing dinner. He and his friend both admired her, and his friend grinned, telling him quietly, "I told you it would work. Just look at her."" Natalia..." Ron said, addressing her, "Our guest is here..." Natalia turned to look at Ron and his friend, smiling slightly. She had left her underwear off, and one could easily see her firm ass just below the skirt. Her curly hair was down around her shoulders, and she'd even put on a little extra make up to add to the sultry look. She pursed her lips slightly, "Welcome home, sir." She nodded to his friend as well, fighting the urge to call Ron master yet again. It was becoming more and more difficult. Natalia didn't understand this, but for the most part she was losing herself to it. Ron went up to her and slapped her bare ass, feeling that she wasn't wearing any panties. She jumped a little, and he told her, "Good girl... From now on, I want you to look like this at all times, understand?" His friend had sat down, and he was enjoying watching the scene in front of him. Ron kissed Natalia quickly, and then sat down too. "I think a bottle of wine is in order for this occasion," his friend said smiling. Ron nodded with agreement." Natalia, darling... Could you fetch a bottle of wine for us? Get three glasses, too. I'd like for you to join us." Natalia jumped a little as Ron slapped her ass, biting her lip. She held his gaze, "Yes, ma--, sir." She glanced sidelong a moment, there, the urge to call him her master. Something told her that that was what he was to her. She shut her eyes as Ron kissed her, yet another shock to add to her list. She blinked a few times, before nodding. "Yes, master. I'll get some wine." She hurried to the cabinet, getting out three wine glasses, before stepping over to the fridge and getting out one of the several bottles of wine. She closed the fridge door with her foot, she grabbed the corkscrew, heading back to the table. Furthermore, she uncorked the bottle and poured wine for the two men, and then herself. Furthermore, she sat down next to Ron, joining them. "Yes, master. I'll get some wine." Ron smiled and looked over at his friend, who had heard it too. He nodded and sipped his wine. She had called him "Master" without his even suggesting it. This drug was obviously some powerful stuff. Ron rested his hand on Natalia's thigh and stroked it He wondered how much far he would be able to push her. At this point though, even if she might not obey him completely without question, he doubted that she would really be able to get upset with him for long. Natalia felt her master's hand on her thigh and smiled slightly, sending him a glance. She picked up her glass, sipping at her wine a moment. She was content doing whatever her master wished. Furthermore, she had a fleeting thought about when she started referring to him as her master, but found she couldn't remember ever calling him anything different. He was her master, and she was his lapdog; his slave. She liked it. Ron smiled and took out the little box in his pocket, setting it down on the table. He bought Natalia a little gift today, which he had intended to save for later, but he thought she was ready for it now. It was a leather collar, and on the front it had a little piece of metal screwed into the leather with the word "SLAVE" engraved on it." I bought you something today," He said, sliding it towards her, "take a look"... She looked from the box to her master, smiling widely. "Oh, master, you don't need to buy me things. I'm happy just to please you." She opened the box and clasped her hands together, looking at the leather collar. "Oh... I love it..." It was well suited to her now, she was exactly as that collar read. She took it from the box, clasping it around her neck. She looked to her master after, smiling, "Thank you." Ron smiled and proposed a toast to his new maid. His hand returned to her thigh, where it crept slowly up her skirt towards her pussy. He felt her wetness and winked at her, starting to finger her at the table. The sight of her, all dolled up for him with a slave collar around her neck AHD sent him into a sexual frenzy. He whispered to her, "Your master's cock is waiting for you, Natalia..." Natalia toasted with her master, smiling and happy. She bit down on her lip as she felt his hand reach up her skirt to her wet pussy. She bit her lip again, glancing at him. Furthermore, she shuddered a little as he whispered to her, murmuring, "Oh, master." He took his hand out of her pussy, and unzipped himself. He looked at her and nodded, then went back to sipping his wine and talking with his friend. He and his friend smiled to each other as she dropped underneath the table." She is quite the maid, isn't she?" Ron joked. She was quite wet by now, biting on her red lip. She watched him unzip his pants, and she slipped under the table. Furthermore, she didn't know why she was suddenly so horny for her master. But it felt good. She began to stroke her master's cock with her fingers before settling her mouth around it, licking its shaft and sucking as much of it as she could into her mouth. Ron gasped as he felt his maids mouth wrap around his cock. He had been waiting for this moment since the moment she had showed up, and it was even better than he expected. He sipped his wine, and continued talking to his friend, despite the obvious distraction. His hand stroked Natalia's long curls while she went to work on him, and he squirmed in his seat."That's a good girl..." He said to her, "I'm sure our guest could use a little help too..." Natalia pulled away from her master. She looked up to him to be sure that he wanted her to please his friend as well. She thought of questioning him, but felt pressed to do as she was told to. Furthermore, she was his slave, after all. Furthermore, she moved over to master's guest and reached to unzip his pants. Furthermore, she looked up to the man, smirking softly before leaning to lick and suck along and on the man she barely knew's cock. Furthermore, she closed her eyes, giving it all she had. Ron smiled at his friend while Natalia sucked him. He figured that he should repay the favor, since he owed the new Natalia to him. He loved watching his maid obediently go to work. When his friend was satisfied, and Natalia crawled out from under the table he examined her. With her slave collar on she looked like a perfect little fuck doll. Even though he had just come, he was anxious to play with her some more." When will dinner be ready?" Ron asked her. (Sorry this is so delayed, real life caught up with me for a bit.) She ran a hand through her tousled curls, knowing they were messy after the bout under the table. She glanced to her master, wiping the side of her lip with one finger. "Very soon, master. It's nearly finished." She smiled, heading back to the counter and stove to finish things up. Ron and his friend went back to talking while Natalia finished preparing the meal. She came back a few minutes later, carrying several plates with her. Ron twisted the food, and said, "Natalia, this is quite excellent. Good work." The two men dug into their meals eagerly, and sipped from their glasses of wine. Finally, it was time for Ron's guest to leave." Could you fetch Mr. Forrester's coat for him, honey?" Ron asked. After cleaning up the dishes, Natalia returned to the table in time for master to tell her to get his guest's coat. "Of course, master." She smiled and hurried off to the hall closet to pull his coat off the hanger. She quickly returned with his coat. The guest left, and Ron turned to Natalia. She looked perfect now, even better than he could have imagined. He went to his made and kissed her, his hand playing with the hemline of her uniform. He began to feel himself getting aroused again. Furthermore, he nibbled a little on her lip, and his hands reached up to cup her breasts." I'm sure you have been waiting far too long for this, Natalia..." Natalia returned her master's kisses wholeheartedly, getting a bit hot from their closeness. She exhaled slightly as he cupped her breasts, looking at him as he spoke. Without a second thought, she murmured, "Yes master, too long." In the back of her mind she knew this wasn't right, but the thought was soon chased away with the need to make her master happy. Ron took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. It was a large, lavish room with shiny hard wood floors. Had stocked up on some toys to use on his new maid, and they filled the shelves with the dresser that stood in the corner of the room. On the ceiling, he had had a giant mirror put in above the bed. He sat down on the corner of the bed, smiling, pleased with Natalia's transformation. He motioned for her to come closer. Natalia fiddled with her choker a moment, glancing around the room as they entered. She looked to her master and quickly stepped over to him, the urge to follow orders overpowering the urge to turn and run away. She was stuck in an odd place, because she couldn't remember why she was calling him master, or why she knew she was a slave, but she was and she knew it. And for some reason, she felt like she liked it. She was feeling rather conflicted and somewhat confused. Ron kissed her again, and he lifted her skirt, feeling her wetness with his hand. He felt her push her sex against his hand while she purred into his ear. He told her to lye on the back, and she complied obediently. Furthermore, he went into the dresser and took out two pairs of handcuffs that he had bought. Her eyes widened while he approached her and cuffed her to each bedpost. Ron smiled at her as he began to undress in front of her. She inhaled slightly as he touched her sex, conflicted thoughts falling away. She laid down on her back, watching him with wide eyes as he cuffed her to the bedposts. Furthermore, she watched him undress, somehow feeling even more horny as the seconds went by. Furthermore, she was unable to control how wet she was, and she was enjoying it a little more now than before. Ron was naked now, and he crawled on the bed to ravish her. His cock plunged into her, and she let out a little whimper, starting to move her hips to meet his thrusts. He shifted his position a bit, and found an area where she was sensitive. He went to town on it, pound her hot little body at an unrelenting pace. She was helpless now, and she could only scream and moan as he brought her closer to the greatest orgasm of her life. Breathing ragged, Natalia met every thrust with her hips, head leaning back on the bed. She had her eyes closed, moans escaping her lips fairly often. She was getting close to the edge, surprised how fast he'd taken her there. He was taking her hard, but it was her master and she was loving every minute of it. She made fists from her handcuffed hands, wishing she could move her hands over her master like he was doing with her. She bit her lip hard, "Ohhh, master..." She was so close to orgasm now that she could barely stand it. It felt amazing. She came, and she screamed louder than any other woman he had been with before. He did not slow down after that, and then she came again. With the way she accepted him, he wondered if Natalia was perhaps not as innocent as he had thought. Either way, she was a very horny girl now. Ron slid his cock out of her and kneeled on the bed, looking down at her while he unlocked the cuffs. She looked so cute lying there with the cuffs hanging from her wrists, and his cum dripping out of her." I was thinking..." He said, "Since you were such a good servant today... That I'd let you spend the night in my bed." Natalia was still reeling from the orgasms that rocked her system, and she exhaled slowly as he unlocked the cuffs. She smiled up at her master, still laying wide open on the bed. She appeared vulnerable, although she wasn't necessarily so. Furthermore, she nodded, "I would love that master, if you would like me to stay with you." Ron got into the bed, and led next to Natalia. He toyed with her belly button while he looked her over, drinking in the sight of her naked body. She had a look of total contentment on her face, and she purred like a kitten, sliding closer to him. He reached over, shutting off the lights, and pulled the covers over the two of them. He had more plans for her, but they could wait until later. Right now, they both needed to rest." Sweet dreams, Natalia..." He whispered to her. Natalia was very comfortable, wearing nothing but her collar. Normally, laying naked beside one's boss would strike her as odd, but it seemed completely natural. This was her master, her owner, and she was being allowed to sleep beside him. She let her eyes close after he switched off the light, smiling. "Good night, master...," she murmured in response before falling into a deep sleep. Ron woke up first, and he was pleased when he saw Natalia sleeping peacefully with her head resting on his chest. He let his hand slide through her thick brown curls, and then he ran his finger nails down the back of her neck. She woke up, and mumbled something softly, but he could not hear it." Natalia, darling..." He said, tugging gently on her collar, "It's time to get up..." Natalia's eyes fluttered open as he pulled on her collar, looking up to Ron. She was naked against her boss. She swallowed a little, realizing all she had done the night before, and for the first time mentally kicking herself for it. This was all so weird. And she felt so violated. What she didn't realize was that her uniform had been off for several hours, and the effects were thinning enough to make her think on her own. She bit her lip a little, "Good morning." His eyes met hers, and she had a faint look of shock on her face. Obviously the effects of the drug had faded a little overnight. He tried to imagine what was going on inside her head, but he couldn't. Still, she made no effort to scream, or run away. That was a good sign." Good morning to you too, baby..." Ron said, kissing her on the cheek, "You should get yourself washed up..." A shower. Yes, that was a perfect idea. It was an excuse for Natalia to get up and move away from the very awkward situation at hand. She slipped out of bed, very embarrassed at her nakedness in front of him, before crossing the room and exiting. She bit down on her lip, hard, sure she was about to draw blood. Why did she do that? How humiliating. She hurried to her bedroom to grab clothing, her uniform, before going into the bathroom for a hot shower. She had to shake it off, this was her job. And the money was worth it. Wasn't it? Ron took his time getting dressed and headed downstairs to read the morning paper. There was nothing particularly interesting in it. He set it down, and eagerly waited for Natalia to come downstairs. He wondered if, with all that had happened last night, if she had remembered the slave collar when she woke up. Even if the drugs effects had subsided enough to make her uneasy about her new life as a slave, he was still confident that she was submissive enough not to run. Surely, he thought, once she puts her uniform back on, all that uneasiness would disappear again. Natalia got a shower and toweled off, pulling on her uniform after. As soon as she zipped it up, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She smirked at herself, picking up the collar she'd taken off with disgust right before her shower. She clasped it around her neck and slid her panties back off. Furthermore, she tossed them aside, getting a small thrill out of the cool air that moved over her private parts. Furthermore, she bit her lip, going to work on styling her curls just right. After a few more minutes, Nat had down her hair just the way she knew master would want them, and had put lipstick on as well. She pulled liner and mascara from her makeup bag, giving her eyes a smokey look. She smirked at herself afterward, hurrying out and downstairs to get to work. Ron smiled when Natalia came downstairs. She had obviously put quite an effort into dolling herself up for him, and he made sure to take a good look at her so she would see it was appreciated. Once again, she had gone without panties. He had caught a glimpse of her bare pussy when she was walking down the stairs." Feel better now?" He asked her, watching her wiggle into the room. Mc_fun said: "Feel better now?" He asked her, watching her wiggle into the room. Click to expand... Natalia smiled at her master, giving a nod, "Much better, master, thank you." She moved over to the refrigerator. "Would you like something to eat for breakfast, master?" She raised an eyebrow as she asked, hand poised on the handle of the fridge door. Ron looked up from his paper and nodded. "Yes Natalia, that would be great..." Ron went back to his paper, but looked up from it a few moments later to catch a glimpse of Natalia, who was bent over the sink washing dishes with her bare ass facing him. He smiled a little to himself as he thought about all the things he was going to do to her. In a way, it had kind of turned him on when she had waked up in the morning after the drug had worn off. The confused, embarrassed look on her face had been kind of cute." I want you to know, honey..." He said to her, "That you performed all of your duties excellently last night." Natalia went right to work on fixing her master's breakfast, keeping an eye on it as she moved to was the dishes from the previous evening. She bit her lip a moment as he spoke to her, relishing in the pet name. God, she loved it when he gave her cute names. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. "I live to serve my master." Something tugged at her when she said that, but her smile didn't falter. She went back to the dishes and when she had finished, back to making breakfast. "I live to serve my master..." is what she said. Even Ron was a little surprised. His cock twitched a little when he heard it. She came over with his breakfast, smiling sweetly. He dug in eagerly. He was hungry this morning, and Natalia always made great meals. Furthermore, he was horny, too, and he got a wicked idea." I was wondering, little lady..." He said, fully aware of the effect his pet names had on her, "If you would suck my cock while I eat." She smiled, "Of course, master. I would love that." She quickly and quietly crawled under the table, glancing up at her master as she kneeled before him. She slowly undid his pants, soon releasing his member. Furthermore, she bit on her lip a moment, getting into a good position before beginning to kiss, lick, and suck on her master's cock. Furthermore, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs, obviously horny herself as well. Ron nearly spit out a mouthful of coffee when Natalia kissed his cock. He gulped hard, swallowing it just before Natalia's tongue began to work on him. Her lips wrapped around his cock and he squirmed a little in his seat as he slowly picked away at his meal." If you need to cum, baby..." He said, looking down at her, "Then you may pleasure yourself right now. I don't mind..." As she worked on her master's cock, she reached one hand between her legs. She didn't need to cum just yet, but she would when she did. She rubbed her around her clit as she sucked on his cock, eyes closed. Furthermore, she wanted her master to be satisfied first, and so she focused most of her attention on him rather than herself. Ron came quickly. The sight of her fingering herself while she stuffed his cock in her mouth quickly pushed him over the edge. He gripped the edge of the table as he came, not wanting to fall out of his chair. Natalia's technique was already improving, and she had brought him to a mind blowing orgasm in just a few minutes. He looked down at her; she was happily cleaning his cock with her tongue. He gripped her by the hair, and tilted her head so that their eyes met." I want you to cum hard for me, Natalia..." He said to her, his fingers gently stroking the collar and her delicate throat. Mc_fun said: "I want you to cum hard for me, Natalia..." He said to her, his fingers gently stroking the collar and her delicate throat. Click to expand... That was all it took. Her orgasm had been building up as she sucked on his cock and played with her wet cunt at the same time. As soon as he told her to cum, the orgasm rocked her system. She leaned back slightly, finger moving in an out of her pussy and a faster pace. "Oh. oh, ohhhh." She was nearly panting as she came, her juices flowing out of her quickly as her body shuddered. It was the hardest orgasm she'd ever had, and she knew it was 'cause her master told her to do it. "That's it, my pet..." Ron told her as she came, "Cum for me like a good little whore..." The smell of her sex filled the room as her juices covered her hand and dripped on to the floor. Her face had a light shimmer of sweat, and a drop of his cum was still on her cheek. Ron had barely even touched his food." I have some guests that will be arriving soon..." He told her, "I would like for you to be a good maid and greet them at the door on your knees. You will offer your body to them, and you will be as obedient for them as you are for me... Understand?" Natalia looked up from where she sat at her master. She nodded simply, slowly coming down from her orgasmic high. "Of course, master." She exhaled, crawling out from beneath the table. "May I clean myself up first, master?" She looked to him in question, hoping to clean up her mess a little bit before his guest arrived. She wanted to look her best for whomever her master had invited over. Ron grinned, nodding, "Yes, you may. Be quick though." Natalia scurried out of the room and Ron went back to his breakfast. Natalia was a fantastic cook, among other things. He heard the tapping of heels on a tile floor and turned around to face her. She seemed to be looking better every time he saw her, and he was sure that his sexy maid would help him influence the two important clients that were coming to visit him today. The doorbell rang. Ron looked at her, motioning towards it. Natalia nodded simply and hurried over to the door. She inhaled shortly, moving to her knees before reaching to open the door. She kneeled before the two guests, body on display for them. "Welcome, my master was expecting you." I smiled as I watched the scene unfold. I had told the two men all about my new maid, and that she was available to be used by them in any way they liked. Furthermore, I was killing two birds with one stone; Natalia still needed to be trained, and by offering her to them, I was sure to win a lucrative business deal. The two men looked down at Natalia, and then to me. I nodded. One of them stepped forward and said, "Take off that uniform and show us your titties, bitch..." Natalia hesitated, but then remembered that her master said that she was obligated to follow their orders like she followed his. She somewhat reluctantly unzipped her uniform and pulled her uniform down. She exposed her chest, the rest of the uniform around her hips. I was incredibly pleased with what Natalia did. The two men were sporting erection now, and their eyes widened with disbelief. I finished my breakfast and left the plate on the table for Nat to collect later. I walked past the arriving men and told them to meet me in the study when they were done with her. One of them pointed to her slave collar and said, "Is that what you are, sweetie?" She answered, and the two men pounced on her, ravishing her. I could hear it all, even from the confines of my study. Of course, she was a slave, her master wouldn't have given her the collar otherwise. She simply nodded to the men before allowing them to have their way with her. She'd much prefer being with her master, but he had told her to follow these men's wishes. Once they were finished, Natalia stood and gave them a sexy smile before sauntering off to the kitchen to get back to her work. Her uniform was slightly torn and slipping off her shoulders. Her curls were tousled from sex, making her look all the more sultry and sexy. She cleaned up her master's breakfast before starting up to her room to clean herself up. She had to look her best for her master. She quickly changed into another uniform, heading to her master's study afterward. Furthermore, she knocked lightly. "Yes Natalia?" Ron asked, smiling when he saw Natalia's ripped uniform and her messed up curls. The two clients were still there, and they smiled at her. Her face turned bright red, and it seemed like she didn't want to be around them right now. Ron grinned, deciding to play on her embarrassment even more." She sure is a hot little bitch, isn't she guys?" He said, pointing to her, "Did you have with fun with her? The two men nodded eagerly, and Natalia was trembling now. Ron couldn't tell if she was scared, or just horny. Natalia let out an exhalation, standing in the doorway. If it weren't for the uniform, she'd be retreating to her room by this point. She looked to her master, then the two men again, trying to make sense of the reason she was so hot again. She couldn't remember feeling anything else but horny for the past few days. If that's what her master wanted, being horny was definitely a good thing. (IOC: Sorry this took so long...) Ron patted his lap, motioning for Natalia to sit on it. Her face was flushed, and he was sure of it now, she was horny again. He turned to the two visitors while he toyed with Natalia's collar, tightening it a little. Natalia squirmed a little in his lap." Look at this little doll..." He said, "She's horny again... Just like that..." MC_fun said: "Look at this little doll..." He said, "She's horny again... Just like that..." Click to expand... Her skin felt hot and her uniform constricting. She felt her master tighten her collar and smiled, glancing to him afterward. As he mentioned her being horny again she felt another rush, biting down on her lip a little. She was even hotter now, and just waiting for her next instructions.(IOC: No problem at all.) Ron ran his hand up his maids' thigh, feeling his cock stiffen in his pants. Her uniform was torn in one spot, and he tugged on it, letting it slip further down her shoulder. She was breathing harder now, and because she wasn't wearing any underwear, he could smell her arousal. He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear, "I want you to finger yourself to orgasm right here..." Natalia needed no further instructions, she was already fairly wet and feeling horny. She bit down on her lip, the idea of the men watching her only making her more hot. She reached between her legs, spreading them wide. Furthermore, she spread her lips with one hand, brushing two fingers over her slit with her other hand. Furthermore, she shuddered slightly, leaning back against her master as she slid two fingers into her pussy and worked at her clit with her other hand. Furthermore, she gnawed on her lip as she worked, slowly at first. Furthermore, she couldn't stay quiet for long, though, and as she started to work faster, she began to breath heavy and moan softly. Furthermore, she opened her eyes halfway to see the looks on the two men' faces as she worked at her cunt. "Ohhh," she murmured, feeling the orgasm building. Her fingers worked in and out of her wet slit even faster now, other hand tweaking harshly at her clit. "Ohhhh, god..." She arched her back slightly, grinding a bit into her own hands. She squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy tensed and orgasm started to rock through her system. "Ohhhh!" She moaned, working her fingers in and out of her as the orgasm continued, her cum spilling out of her quickly. "MMM," she opened her eyes after her body finally calmed down, resting her hands on her things comfortably. Ron wrapped his arms around his maids body, and they moved up, cupping her breasts in front of his two guests. He was horny now, and his cock had formed a tent in his pants while he watched Natalia cum for him. He ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs, and then he kissed her. Furthermore, he wanted to fuck her badly, but he had to finish with his business first." Get yourself cleaned up, sweetie" He said to her, brushing away a stray strand of hair, "I'll meet you upstairs in the bedroom as soon as I'm done here..." Letting out a slow exhalation, Natalia ran a hand through her curls. She glanced to him as he told her to meet him upstairs. "Yes, master." She smiled, hopping up and starting quickly upstairs. She slipped into the bathroom, cleaning herself up as best she could before going into her master's bedroom. Furthermore, she calmly sat down on his bed, glancing around idly as she waited for him. Ron finished meeting with his clients, showed them out, and rushed upstairs to find Natalia sitting on his bed waiting for him. He smiled at her and went to his closet, taking out a length of rope and placing it on the bed next to her. He sat down, next to her and pulled her into a deep kiss while his hands moved up to her pussy, teasing her." Natalia, darling..." Ron said to her, picking up the rope, "I'd like to tie you up now." Natalia returned the kiss, moaning softly as he teased her pussy. She looked up at him as he mentioned tying her up. "Okay master." She smiled softly, lust clearly in her eyes. She had just orgasmed no more than five minutes ago and was already hot and ready to go again. Furthermore, she would forever be horny for her master, and she loved every minute of it. Ron looked at Natalia, and saw the look of lust in her eyes. She seemed like she was always horny now. Ron helped her with her uniform, and soon she was naked next to him. He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her so that she lay on her side. Moving behind her, he took the rope and tied her arms and legs behind her back. He stood over her and undressed, discarding his clothing at the side of the bed. The sight of her naked, and hog tied on the bed was enough to bring his cock to its full length quickly, and he moved on to her, thrusting it deep into her. As her master turned her onto her side and began to tie her up, she felt the heat beginning to swell up between her legs again. She knew her cheeks were flushed, and if she could touch her slit, she was sure she was wet again. No one ever made her this hot before, and she loved her master for doing this for her. She moaned as he moved on her and began to thrust into her. "Ohh, MMM... Master..." She looked up to him, meeting his thrusts with her own. Poor Natalia was so caught up in her drug induced to refuse anything now. Ron grabbed her body, eagerly moving into whatever positions he wanted she took it all, panting and begging for her master to fuck her harder. Ron had never fucked a woman who had been in heat like Natalia was now. He went harder and harder, searching for a sensitive spot inside her. He found it and gave it everything that he had. She screamed as he brought her to one orgasm, and then a second one where he let himself climax with her. When he was finished, he looked into her eyes as she lay there, all tied up still. The sex mad look that she had had on her face while he pounds her was still there.

His New Maid|rating:2.0

Pillars of Lucidity (Steppenwolf + ~AT~)

Alta Saving (Saving opened her eyes, the memory of the previous night hit her as hard as the hangover she was experiencing. A singer by trade, famous in her teens and now hitting 22 she was renowned for her nights out as much as her songs. That night she had gotten together with an old friend, Brett Ha slam out of Pillars of Lucidity, the night of passion they share would be one to remember, but she needed to leave sooner rather than later. Staring up at the ceiling she yawned slightly and stretched; her hand reaching out, touching Brett, she sighed pushing the cover off herself. She stood up stretching again, at 5ft9 she was taller than most women, she had a slender body, large breasts and curvy hips. Standing up she smiled yawning slightly, enjoying the sight of Brett lounging on the bed, sighing she moved into the shower washing herself. Coming out of the bathroom she picked up her clothes, her black bra and thong, and black dress, pulling them on she walked over to the bed. “Good morning.” She smiled, kneeling on the bed she shook him slightly. “Brett wake up.” She yawned stretching as he hopefully woke up, “I need to go.” She said softly. “I have to be on the bus 10 minutes ago.” She smiled, leaning down she kissed him deeply her hand moving under the cover finding his cock. “It's a shame we're not on the same tour.” She whispered yawning slightly, “But I'll see you in a few days or weeks.” She smiled her hand brushing through his dirty blonde hair. Furthermore, she kissed him gain softly before heading to the door “Bye Brett.” She waved before walking out the hotel room and into the tour bus. Brett Ha slam(violet skies thick with crimson clouds, Brett's long blond hair was caught by a spiraling gust of wind and tossed about his head. He stood upon a precipice, a vast forest stretched out across the land beneath him, and between him and the dizzying drop there stood a white haired temptress, her black eyes literally burning with cobalt-colored flames. She bore a striking resemblance to Alta Saving, but the large black wings which unfurled from gaps in her leather armor belied the notion. She took a step towards him, and he felt her hand upon his flat, bare chest. Her wings began to beat, and with that the ground beneath them began to drop away. They were flying, and as they rose towards the heavens her lips moved seductively, and she spoke: "I need to go." Confusion rippled his face as he stared back at her, their faces inches apart, and he felt her hand slide down and gently encircle his cock, which immediately sprung to attention in her grasp. He sighed, her hand slid along its surface and all of a sudden he was falling, the skies rushing away from him. "Brett wake up!" He groaned, his eyes opened and reality flooded back to him with a blinding light, bringing with it a stabbing pain in his brain and the taste of stale alcohol and marijuana smoke in his mouth. The hotel room. Alta. He grinned at her, feeling the velvet touch of her hand around his stiff cock, and raised himself to lean upon his elbow. She spoke to him, and as they kissed his hand moved affectionately to her cheek. In a way, it was indicative of their relationship; it seemed they never did things by halves, but only extremes. If they weren't affectionately locked together in an embrace they were screaming at each other, a tornado of over-stretched egos." Don't worry babe, I'll be waiting for you," he winked, watching her hips sway as she walked out the door. It swung closed behind her, clicking as it shut, and he collapsed onto the bed, memories of the previous night rushing back to him, followed quickly by images of the vivid landscape into whose skies he had flown." Pfft... Weird fucking dream, man." Kristen Daniels(had spent most of the day at her awful coffee shop job, serving overpaid assholes, but it was worth it, tonight she was going to see Pillars of Lucidity, and she had front row tickets a present for her 21st birthday from her parents. Clocking off work she pulled her coat around her as she headed home to get changed ready for tonight. A few hours later she was standing in the middle with 3 of her friends, listening to the backing bands waiting for the band to arrive. At 5ft5 Kristen was far from tall, she had on a black above the knee skirt and a low cut red top, her dark red hair was curled over one shoulder. Smiling up at him, she ran her fingers through her hair giving out a scream as the lights dimmed. The first few notes played and everyone screamed louder, she smiled watching the band they were barely a few feet away, she nearly passed out when she saw Brett standing up there looking so sexy. Smiling she started to dance to the music grinning as her favorite song played. Rapturous applause washed over the band as the final song came to a close, the adrenalin-borne exhilaration racing through Brett's mingled now with a deep satisfaction. The show had been a huge success: the crowd had been both energetic and enthusiastic, screaming fanatically and singing along through the entire gig, and when he dedicated Tears for a Dying Dreamt all the females in the audience, they had responded by singing so loudly that he left the second chorus to them, prefacing it by shouting for "women only" to sing." Everyone!" he screamed as the final line of the refrain approached, to which the entire crowd responded - as if choreographed beforehand - "Tears! For! A dying. Dream!" Sweat soaked his lean, shirtless frame - an inch and a half shy of six foot - as he bid the crowd a grateful and fervent farewell, and left the stage to yet more applause. Arriving backstage the band were in high spirits, riding the crest of a fantastic performance, and with a break of a few days before their next concert they sank straight into their near-habitual drinking. High-fiving Robb - his long-standing guitar tech - he told him to give word to security to admit any girls who were plucky enough to chance their arm at trying to get backstage." Usual rules," he winked, and Robb understood. He packed away the last of the guitars and proceeded to carry them to the tour bus, passing by the on-duty bouncers by the door between the pit and the backstage area." Hey guys. If there's any attractive girls who want in, let 'em! Brett'll make it worth your while. And seriously - no fat chicks." She has sung, she screamed she loved him so much, he was so sexy. Looking up at him, she sighed once it was finished, smiling she looked over at her friends. “Kris you should try going seeing if you can see him.” She smiled looking up at her friend, “You think?” She giggled looking over at them.“Yer totally, you should go.” Her taller friend said, “I'll come with you, get an autograph or something.” She smiled giggling, her male friend smiled. “I need to get my GF home.” He said, “You girls going to be alright?” He asked concerned.“I'll go by myself... I don't live too far from the concert.” She smiled looking up at them, “I'll make sure I have some pictures.” She grinned, hugging them before heading to backstage she didn't expect to be allowed in and shown to the dressing room area. She knocked on the door to the dressing room, she blushed feeling really embarrassed about being there, she pulled her skirt down hoping she could get an autograph from them. Kristen fiddled with her hair biting her lip as she waited for someone to open the door, she knocked on the door again. "Jesus fuck you guys," laughed the enigmatic frontman, swinging his legs down from the desk they were resting upon and standing, beer in hand. "Don't you know how to open a fucking door?" Raucous, playful abuse came his way from the other members of the band - all of whom were busily chatting and flirting with female fans - as he pardoned himself before leaving two ardent admirers and striding to the door. He opened it to a short, beautiful young woman, her dark hair dyed a deep red. "Hey there," he smiled, "come on in." Brett's ego may have been as large as his reputation, but he was always warm and friendly with his fans, at least whenever he spoke to them. True, there had been infamous occasions when people had approached him at the wrong moment, and all too assertively so (one cocky fan had taken such umbrage at Brett's not wanting to speak to him that a fight had broken out, and the Pillars' frontman was forced to settle out of court having broken the man's arm), but on his own grounds he was quite affable. And so he was as he greeted Kristen, his blue eyes warm and welcoming in contrast to those of the girls Brett had left behind, who scowled at her for taking the star away from them, if only temporarily. "I'm Brett," he said, spreading his arms as if to present himself before he offered her his hand to shake. "Though you already know that, right?" She heard shouting from inside she wondered if she was doing the right thing, she could text her friends and get a ride home she was sure they were still in the parking lot. The door opened suddenly she took a step back not expecting to see the man himself in front of her, she was about to say something when he spoke first and asked her inside. She hesitated at first unsure of whether she was dreaming maybe she had passed out. She walked inside slowly when she figured she wasn't dreaming, she saw the other members of the band chatting it up with other girls. There were two girls glaring at her, but she just looked up at him and smiled, he said his and offered her his hand she laughed at him giggling softly. “I know who you are.” She said taking his hand, “I'm Kristen.” She smiled. “Everyone called me Kris.” She smiled. “You're obviously busy entertaining... I just hope that I could get your autograph.” She smiled blushing slightly as she fiddled with her hair nervously. He shut the door softly behind her, regarding her with some interest as she introduced herself. She was very attractive, definitely his type, what with the dyed hair, beautiful face and slender, sexual allure. He dug her sense of dress, and the way her demure make-up highlighted her captivating eyes." Well Kris," he said, "I'd be honored to give you an autograph, and I'm sure you'll be honored too, but don't rush off - you'll be missing out! We're having a swell little party back here." Even off-stage he seemed to have the air of an entertainer about him, or he at least enjoyed playing the part, playfully under-stating the goings-on. A "swell little party" was anything but the kind of night Pillars were known for - they and his on-again off-again girlfriend Alta Saving were famous for their rock'n'roll parties; already a number of empty beer bottles littered the dressing room, alongside bottles of various kinds of liquor, and 'Razor' Hewn - the band's mercurial bassist - was sprinkling cannabis from a small plastic bag into a long fold of rolling paper." I'll sign anything you want," he said, a little over-dramatically, "if you'll stay a little while. Will you?" He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with a confidence known only to a man used to success and frequent appeasement. Kristen bit her lip as he looked at him, she still felt like she was dreaming, he was even sexier up close, smiled at him looking into his eyes. “I can see that you're having a party, I don't want to be in the way.” She looked down at her hand before looking back up at him. She noticed the drinking and smoking, but she thought nothing of it, this was a party and she was just visiting. “Oh... I don't have anything to sign... I don't think I thought this out so well.” She blushed looking into his eyes. “I really didn't think I'd get past security but here I am.” She bit her lip, she was rambling slightly being in the presence of the man she idolized. He asked her to stay she smiled, “Alright...just for a little while I don't want to outstay my welcome.” She smiled biting her lip slightly, “So um...if this is a party we should probably get a drink?” She suggested thinking it might break the ice. Brett was used to fans being star-struck in his presence; he had met hundreds of fans by now, and could have written a short and rather uninteresting book on the types of fans one could meet, if he wanted to - which of course he didn't. Broadly generalizing, some remained quite cool and themselves, some became louder and more animated, and some - like Kris - grew quieter and self-conscious. He was pleased that she could talk to him, however, and didn't freeze up completely. He even more pleased when she agreed to stay for a while, and he smiled, laughing pleasantly at her story and exclaiming "that's the spirit!" when she made up her mind not to leave; he was quite interested in her." Come with me," he said, turning and gently placing a hand upon her back for just a moment, encouraging her to follow him as he strode to the far side of the room, past the two girls whose eyes now gleamed like daggers when they looked at Kris. He picked up a marker from the top of a chest of drawers, and leaning upon the unit appeared to write upon its surface. A few seconds later he lifted a poster of the bands' latest album from its surface and held out to Razor and said "Guys, sign this." As the bassist took the large print of the album cover from him, Brett turned back to Kris, smiling easily. His hair was still slick, but from the way it was drying it seemed to wet from a quick wash and not from the night's sweat, and his tight black shirt was clean and dry. He held up his hand, palm out with one finger raised, as if to ask her not to speak for a moment, and while he did he brought the bottle in his other hand to his lips and drained what little was left in it." Ahh," he sighed happily, his bright, playful eyes returning to hers. "Now we both need a drink - what would you like?" She smiled at him as he put a hand on her back leading her to the other side of the room, she saw the two girls who looked like they wanted to murder her, she tried to ignore them. He picked up a marker and pulled out a poster she bit her lip feeling really excited that she was getting something so unique. He handed it to Razor and told the guys to sign it, she blushed looking up at him, “Really?” She asked but it was already happening. He raised his hand up as if telling her not to speak she looked down again waiting for him to finish his drink, she looked at him again blushing slightly. “I don't know.” She replied to him asking what she liked. “A beer?” She suggested, smiling widely at him. They were stood next to where the drinks were she picked two bottles up offering him on.“I must warn you I don't really drink that much.” She blushed, she had just turned 21 so she could only just legally drink, she used to be pretty wild in her younger days, but now she tried not to after moving back in with her parents. “So...um...you guys were great out there tonight.” She smiled. "Thanks, Kris," he quipped, taking the beer from her and twisting the cap off. He looked delighted when she complimented the band's performance, and a wide grin spread across his face." Yeah! We totally rocked tonight! I'm glad you enjoyed the show. Did you come on your own? There's not like. Friends waiting on you or something?" The two girls he had been talking to before Kristen arrived had finally gotten fed up waiting for Brett to return, and they passed behind her, hoping to try their luck with some of the other band members. He smiled and winked at them as they did so, but his attention returned to Kris before they could even shoot their respectively desperate smiles in his direction. He felt that he could have slept with either of them tonight - maybe even both - but this was nothing new to him. In his mind, they had been demoted to "back-ups"; it was Kris he was really interested in. He felt he could bed anyone, but she seemed more timid than a lot of the girls he got back-stage, and he saw her as more of a challenge. She would be worth the effort though, he thought to himself. She was gorgeous: cute and sexy, and she had given no sign so far that she would throw herself at him like they would. Even if she had her beer and refused to stay any longer, he could always turn his attention back to the other pair later on. Before long, Razor called his name, and then Brett was handing Kris the poster and smiling at her, the print adorned with the signatures of each member of Pillars of Lucidity. Most wonderful of all, written in the bottom right corner were the words:Hey Kris, thanks for coming out tonight! Really appreciate the support! Stay Lucid, Brett Ha slam “I was front and center it was an amazing show.” She smiled at him, her fingers running through her hair, “I came with my friends, but they needed to go home so they kinda let me here.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I don't live far I was just going to walk home.” She smiled at him blushing slightly. She saw the girls glaring at her, she bit her lip trying to ignore the glares or the fact he winked at the girls. He didn't seem that interested in her, biting her lip she looked over at him, why would he, those girls were gorgeous, and she wasn't. She smiled at him trying to push the awkwardness off, before either of them could talk he was called over to take the poster. She smiled and took the poster off him, “Thank you.” She smiled looking at the poster before looking over at him, she held it for a few seconds letting the ink dry before rolling it up. “It was really nice of you.” She said softly. "Hey, think nothing of it babe," he replied, flashing her a grin. "I remember what it was like being a fan. I went to a Tool gig back in like... 2002; I was 15. This guy got up on the stage while they were playingPushitand tried to give Maynard a hug. He fuckin' grabs the guy and judo throws him over his shoulder! Wrapped him up with the mic chord and sat on him. I laughed at the time, 'because I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but afterward I was like 'man, that was a shitty thing to do.' That guy just wanted a hug from his idol, y'know?" He was animated as he talked, but now his eyes rested calmly on hers, and he smiled at her as he continued, "If you wanted a hug from me, I'd give you a hug - not inflict some crazy judo shit on you - 'because I know what it's like when you look up to someone like that." He regarded her coolly, hanging back to see how she would respond to the mere mentioning of him hugging her. Despite her managing to make conversation, she still seemed awe-struck by him - or at least he certainly thought so - and her upon her cheeks there still lingered the pinkish hue of a blushed shyness. The star cocked his head to one side, and the left-hand side of his lips - her right - curled up in a playful smile. "Kris... do you want a hug?" he probed, his arms opening more in a questioning gesture than actually extending to embrace her, though if she didn't laugh it off as a joke he would hug her warmly. She smiled as he spoke about being a fan and going to a Tool gig, she couldn't help but giggle, “So you didn't try and hug him?” She grinned, “Has anyone tried to go up on stage and do that?” She smiled biting her lip slightly. Furthermore, she felt like she had just seen the real him instead of some stage version he undoubtedly has. When he asked her if she wanted a hug she couldn't help but giggle, she did want a hug, but she wasn't that type of fan. “Well since you brought up the hug thing and then asked... I think it's you that wants a hug. Besides, if I hug you, I might pass out.” She giggled looking up at him, biting her lip again. “Would you like a hug?” She asked looking into his eyes. No one would believe her that she met him, or that he was asking her if she wanted a hug. It was sad to say, but this seemed to be the high point of her life. She smiled at him, “I think I've kept you from your other fans too long... I'm a bit worried that they're going to stab me if I don't leave.” She laughed blushing slightly. “I would love to stay, but I don't want to outstay my welcome.” She said reluctantly, she did want to stay, but he would get bored with talking to her soon enough and want her to leave...this way there was no let down as she found out her idol was an ass. He laughed at her remark, grinning widely at her and replied enthusiastically, "No, I didn't want to get thrown on my ass in front of hundreds of people. Maynard's intense, man!" He raised an eyebrow to emphasize the intensity he spoke of, and his eyes had a happy glint in them as he realized that Kristen had stepped beyond the boundary of a shy, nervous fan into a friendly, funny party-goer. He told her that no-one had ever tried to hug him on stage, and when she playfully teased him and suggested that it was he who wanted the hug he laughed again. "You're a funny girl, Kris... I like that." He wanted to ask this adorable young woman what she did, and was about to do so when one of the girls in the room let out a loud, high-pitched squeal. He turned his head to see the band's drummer - Marian Andrzejewski - holding the laughing girl over his shoulder and twirling in a circle. Close-mouthed, Brett let a contained laugh push air out through his nostrils, furrowing his brow as he had no idea what had led to such an occurrence, though he was well-used to things of that sort by now. He turned back to Kristen, and before he could speak she was suggesting that she leave. Exaggerated but honest dismay came over his face, and he began to protest but was interrupted by Razor, who slapped a hand on his shoulder, waving a joint in his other hand. As the other members of the band began to head toward the back door - followed by a veritable troupe of girls - he spoke directly to Brett." Hey loser," he grinned, "I think it's time we took this party to the bus. You in?"" Uh. Yeah, give me a second." Razor mouthed the joint, reaching into his pocket for a lighter as he followed the others out the door into the cool night air, and Brett turned back to Kristen, a look of resignation on his face as he realized that she would probably not be interested in joining them." Hey, look... I don't know if you want to hang around and party with us - you totally can if you want, I'd be delighted - but we're probably going to be up drinking for a while. It's a band thing, y'know? We party together, keep the group feeling alive... I'd like to see you again though. We're playing about a half hour from here next week, I can put you on the guest list if you like." She smiled at him. “Well if you had been thrown it would have been an interesting story to tell.” She giggled looking over at him running her fingers through her hair softly. He said she was funny she smiled. “Thank you...” She smiled. “Most of my friends think I'm rather dry and boring.” She said softly. He was distracted again by the drummer she bit her lip smiling slightly letting him pay attention, the girls were the typical whorish type she couldn't compete with them. The band started to leave and called after him, she bit her lip realizing this was her queue to leave, she did want to stay, but she just wanted to talk to him, and he probably wanted more.“I don't think that it's really my type of thing...besides you have those two girls... I'd just get in the way.” She joked slightly, he said he would see her again, she smiled. “That's really kind of you, but you won't even remember my name tomorrow, let alone next week.” She said softly, blushing slightly as she pushed her fringe from her eyes, she felt a little sad, but she knew that it would end. She had work in the coffee shop in the morning, it was a few streets from here and round the corner from where she worked. “I'll walk out with you.” She said moving to the back door. He laughed again, reflecting on how cute she looked when she smiled at him, how her hands moved through her hair or had fidgeted by her side in his presence. While he regularly met girls who were in awe of him backstage, he rarely met one so captivating who would not throw herself upon him at the first given opportunity. Her unwillingness to do so drew him to her like a child who chases the strange and exotic butterfly that won't come to him, but flitters about after its own concerns. He was now like the mountaineer, not to be content by the number of times he has scaled a mountain, but drawn inexorably to new challenges, to pinnacles which will not bend to his will." Hey, don't let those girls put you off," he told her, "they just want to brag that they whorled themselves out to a cooler celebrity than their friends. They haven't got your charm." He smiled at her, turning the charm on himself; he knew he could and probably would have at least one of the girls that night - even if he didn't want to, once he had a few more beers inside him his primal lust would become indomitable - but he wanted Kris, and was determined to have her. He smiled at her suggestion, walking beside her as they headed for the exit. "What's your surname? I'll call my manager now and have him take a memo - should I make it a 'plus one' invitation?" He wondered how far she lived from here - it had to be close if she planned on walking home, and the night had already grown quite dark. She smiled looking over at him, “It's hard not for me to be put off by them.” She bit her lip when he said that that most girls just wanted to whore themselves out with him, she frowned. “If you don't really like what the girls are doing with you...why do you put up with it.” She ran a hand through her hair. “You deserve a girl who will love you for you instead of using you.” She smiled looking up at him.“Daniels.” She smiled, blushed. “Kristen Daniels.” She said as they headed outside. “No plus one...if I turn up I'll come alone... I don't want to risk getting a friends hope up only for you to have forgotten, I don't mind being disappointed I don't want to do it to a friend.” She smiled at him, blushing slightly wondering if she had said the right thing. It was a little chilly tonight, but she would be heading home soon, she stood outside the bus. “I won't keep you any longer.” She held the poster in her hand as she looked at him smiling broadly, she least in kissing his cheek. “Even if you forget about me... I will never forget tonight.” She smiled at him, looking for an exit she sighed. “Goodnight, Brett.” She said softly as she turned and headed left, she stopped to look back and wave before leaving the compound. The next morning she headed to work knowing that no one would believe her if she told them what had happened, she didn't really believe it herself, but she had the poster. She sighed as she manned the counter, it was a Saturday morning, so business was slow it wouldn't pick up until the other shops opened around 9ish. Man, it's like she's trying to make it tough, he thought to himself, not used to having a nice, genuine girl in such a setting. Brett had a genuine side to him to, but backstage - with a few beers already in him - he was not used to having to work for a girl. If he'd met her at a signing, perhaps, or out in the real world, he would talk to her with no pretences, but in this mind frame he just wanted to get laid. Four solid years of fame and touring had acclimatized him to meeting and fucking women who wanted the same thing; the nearest thing he had had to a relationship in that time was his tempestuous affairs with Alta, and that had begun when they had toured together." It's tricky," he began, trying to juggle the nice guy act and his desires for her. "I don't want to sleep around, but I don't want to push my fans away either, and it just... it gets awkward. The drinking doesn't help, so I try not to be drunk so often, but it's just part of the lifestyle, and I don't want to do anything which might upset the harmony of the band..." Jesus, how much of that was true? He daresn't think about it, knowing that Pandora's Box could manifest itself suddenly and in many forms. Did he think his life would continue in this fashion forever? He didn't, but he had it good right now and didn't care to push his luck." Well Kris, it just so happens that Jeff Daniels is one of my favorite actors," he smiled, momentarily picturing her as The Dude, and became thankful that the smile on his face would prohibit an unduly grin from spreading across his face at the image. "But anyway, I'm going to call Matt now; unless he messes up, you'll be on the list." He smiled again when she kissed him, her genuine happiness at meeting him touching him warmly, and he bid her goodnight, telling her that it was a pleasure to meet her. He watched her go and returned her wave, before rejoining his bandmates. True to his word, he called his manager - one Matthew Pollock - and left a message with him before clambering into the bus, met by a raucous cheering upon his arrival. The following morning he awoke with the customary taste of stale alcohol in his dry mouth, and a headache-ridden girl on either side. While he showered, he remembered Kristen and thought again about how long he really saw this lifestyle continuing. Three of his idols had died aged 27, and Shannon Hewn had barely missed out on joining the 27 Club. Sobered up, he couldn't shake the thought of, and after dressing himself slipped off the bus and began to walk downtown. They would be leaving too, and he had a thirst for caffeine. He found a coffee shop just a few streets away, took a booth and waited to be served. The next morning she looked different the makeup was lighter her hair was pulled back, and she had a terrible outfit on, black trousers and a green t-shirt. She yawned when she saw someone walk in sat down, she sighed looking over at the one who was meant to be waitressing the tables was fast asleep, picking up her pad she walked over to the booth.“Good morning I am Kris, do you know what you would like or would you like a menu?” She asked looking for a menu, she grabbed one of the other table handing it to him before looking at him. Furthermore, she gave a slight smile seeing it was Brett. “Good morning Brett.” She said softly, he must have known someone would have recognized him, he was hardly conspicuous. She looked at him and wondered if he would even recognize her this morning, if he didn't, she wasn't going next weekend, if he couldn't remember her a few hours later she was hardly going to be in his memory a week later. “I suggest the black coffee...very sweet and some water...especially if you're nursing a hangover.” She smiled biting her lip slightly. Drawn from the depths of his own thoughts by her name, the still-familiar tone of her voice, Brett raised his face to Kristen's, a warm smile gracing his lips as he set eyes upon her again. His hair was still wet, and hanging loosely about his head, it had a slight kink in it that it didn't get when he tied it back to dry. He wore a blackSoundgardent-shirt and a black, silver-studded leather bracelet on one wrist, which clicked lightly as his hand came to rest upon the surface of his table." Hey, Kris! What on - do you work here? Small world, eh?" He was pleased to see her, and let it show upon his face. She still looked as cute as he remembered, though her make-up and clothing were less expressive. It was still the same girl with whose memory he had arisen though, and he felt his mood pick up at the sight of her. He laughed at her suggestion, took her up on it and ordered a black coffee and a glass of water - "or orange juice, if you have it" - but not before remarking:"There's that wit again. I don't know how anyone could say that you're... what was it? Dry and boring?" He smiled at her as he spoke, and recalled that she had bitten her lip to the night before, and remembered fondly how adorable she looked when she got slightly self-conscious. She smiled as he said her name, running her fingers through her hair she was glad that he remembered her name. “Yer I work here...gotta do something during the day, when I'm not a groupie I'm a barista.” She sighed looking down at him.“Orange juice... all right.” She smiled and nodded softly, this wit comment she smiled. “Well you think I'm witty?” She giggled softly. “Thank you.” She smiled, “Most people do think I'm dry and boring...or weird.” She smiled. “Give me a minute, and I'll bring your drink to you.” She went to get him some drink and brought a doughnut as well for good measure. “Here...try this... I meant what I said about the sugar. “I know why but it works.” She smiled, she sat down. “I hope you don't mind.” She whispered. “I thought I would join you.” She whispered looking over at him. “The coffee shop is pretty quiet in the morning.” She smiled looking over at him.“So....how long are you in town for?” She asked looking up at him. Raising a sympathetic eyebrow, he regarded her for a moment, acknowledging his own good fortune in never having fallen into day-to-day employment, all its trappings emblazoned upon her in the green of her uniform t-shirt. He wondered what she would do if she had the choice not to work. When she returned with his drinks he thanked her, smiling in delighted surprise at the doughnut and her decision to join him. He bit into the sugared confectionery and articulated a "mm mph!" of approval." This is delicious, thank you so much! I have to leave at midday, we've got a couple of shows further south this week, then back up this way next week. I left a message with my manager by the way," he winked. "I'll double-check with him today, but Kristen Daniels will be on the guest list." He took a sip of his juice, allowing the coffee to cool as its heat wafted from it in tall spires of hot steam. "So tell me, Kris. What do you do when you're not a groupie or a barista?" She smiled at him as she sat down opposite him, “I'm glad you approve.” She bit her lip looking over at him, he described his tour schedule and that she would be on the guest list. “Thank you.” She smiled at him, “That's very kind, and you remembered.” She bit her lip smiling at him. He asked her what she did when she wasn't at work or being groupie she sighed slightly. “A failed artist.” She sighed to herself, pulling out her iPhone she showed him a few of her pictures, some cartoon somewhere proper oil paintings. “I had a gallery show my work...the people were quite rude, calling me an amateur who doesn't know how to paint in my own style.” She put her phone away leaning back in the chair.“But I keep going, trying new styles trying to find something that fits me. My parents think I should give up and do accounting.” She shook her head but looked at him. “It'll work out eventually.” She smiled hopefully at him. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to bore you.” She sighed slightly. "Don't be fooled by the rock 'n' roll lifestyle," he laughed, looking back at her. "My mind is still sharp when it wants to be, and I made a promise to you; I always try to keep my promises." He cast his eyes with interest over her art pieces when she produced the images, though his tired body complained to him when he shifted it to get a closer look, and he appeased it by not moving too much. He liked them, particularly the more artistic paintings, and shot her a sympathetic look as she recalled her gallery experience, biting his lip and letting her finish." Man, that's awful. Just goes to show you though - what's popular isn't always good. I wouldn't listen to them; keep doing your thing, 'because I think you've got talent. You just need to keep at it till you discover your own style. You should have heard the first songs I wrote," he grinned. "They fuckin' SUCKED. But hey... look at me now." He smiled, and though he looked quite smug about his own achievements, his look still maintained an element of compassion for Kristen and her artwork. "I don't know if you do this kind of thing, but... if you've ever made anything inspired by our stuff," he continued, referencing the band, "you should send it to us. We've gotten a few people sending us paintings they've done of the band, or copies of album covers and stuff like that. I'm going to get the guy who runs our website to put up a fan art section." He hoped the idea would please her, though he was aware that she might find the idea a little fanatical. Then again, she was a fan and an artist, and whether she thought it was a turn of good luck or an untrue pleasantry, the band did receive amongst their reams of fan-mail quite a few art pieces. Brett was appreciative of his fans and took heart from each painting they received - good or bad - and had already suggested to the rest of the band that they put the pictures online." But hey, maybe you'd rather be the bands' accountant," he joked, his blue eyes twinkling with laughter. She smiled as he looked at her art work, he commented on her gallery and told her about his first songs she giggled. “Well do be fair most of your songs suck...it just helps that your hot.” She giggled teasing him slightly. He told her about the fan art thing he was thinking of making she smiled, but it wasn't really her thing. “I have some pieces but fan art is a bit fanatical really I mean I like the band but some of the people on those fan sites are crazy. I just need to keep trying that's all.” She sighed slightly. He suggested that she be the accountant she shook her head, “That's mean.” She giggled softly.“You know, talking to you like this, you're not how I expected.” She smiled taking his hand softly. “I kinda thought you'd be some kinda diva.” She giggled softly, “It's really nice to talk to you.” She squeezed his hand softly, she wrote something down on a piece of paper before handing it to him. “I should get back to work, the rush will start soon, and my co-worker is asleep.” She sighed. On the paper had her phone number, and a note saying 'If you wanna talk'. Laughing in surprise, Brett bit his lip and playfully pretended to punch her on the shoulder, his fist merely brushing her lightly. "And after I complimented you on your art and everything," he said, feeling his interest in her suddenly pique. For someone who claimed to have been labelled "boring", she had a sprightliness about her character which appealed to the fun-loving rock star. He listened to her speak of his fans - or at least the select few who could be termed "crazies" - nodding understandingly before replying with a smirk. "You're telling me, Kris. You havenoidea how right you are; I've had people ask me to tattoo my name on their arm. This guy brought a tattoo gun and everything!" He shook his head; "not a chance. That's not just stupid, it's also a lawsuit waiting to happen. But anyway..." He glanced at her number when she slipped him the paper, turning his smiling eyes up at her. "You do that, I'll shout if I need anything diva," he joked, letting her walk away before calling her name. "Kris! Could you uh... you couldn't get me a bowl off-ramp;m's, could you? Pick out all the brown ones and arrange them in a smiley face on a separate plate? Hey come on! I'm not used to this, man... Have you got a manicurist?" As she walked away he smiled, admiring her handwriting before folding up the paper and slipping it into his pocket. He felt a giddiness he hadn't experienced in years; he'd found a normal girl - a fan but not acrazyfan - who seemed to like him for reasons other than his fame. As far as recent memory served, this was utterly new to him. She smiled as he bantered with her, he really seemed like a normal guy instead of a superstar that he really was. Sighing she looked into his eyes and smiled, he spoke about the crazy fans she smiled. “That does sound extreme.” She giggled, “That's one thing I could do...but I doubt my parents would like it if I became a tattoo artist.” She smiled teasing him slightly. She walked away before hearing his demands, she giggled. “I'm not your slave, get your own damn stuff.” She giggled looking over at him, as she headed to the counter getting a funny look from her co-worker. “He's a friend...it was a joke.” She giggled softly. Sighing she looked over at him as she carried on working. Aletta sighed as she called Brett, “Where are you? I'm bored and need entertaining?” She sighed dramatically down the phone. Brett was startled by the ringing of his phone, and even more surprised when it wasn't one of his bandmates, inquiring as to his whereabouts. He would have to be back to the bus soon, but that he would see to after his coffee - and after dealing with Alberta. Did he really want to answer? Yes, he did; they had parted on good terms, and he liked to keep things that way. She could be easily upset, and he didn't want to ignore her first call since her departure." Hey babe," he answered, turning away from where Kris had gone and making sure not to project his voice. "How are you? How's the tour going? I'm just getting some coffee - I really wore myself out at the gig last night. The crowd was incredible!" As he spoke, he stood, leaving his coffee and juice upon the table, and moved to stand outside, his back against the window so that if Kris looked towards his table, she'd know he hadn't simply run away without paying. Alta sighed down the phone as he had made her wait, “I'm bored...it's too early, we're heading to some BFE town.” She complained. “I miss you, the other night was fun.” She giggled down the down, she was still a little drunk which was why she was being so playful on the phone. “I wish you were here I need a good fucking.” She grinned, she was in the bus sprawled out over her massive double bed at the back.“You wore yourself out or did some groupies wear you out.” She smiled, she was a little annoyed with him for doing that, but she didn't mind really, she knew what he was like, at least he was good when she was there. “What are you doing now?” She asked. Kris saw him outside she knew he would come in, he didn't seem the type to not pay for his orange juice, it wasn't going to break the bank. "I guess I can't accuse you of asking that becauseyougot a good fucking; you sound like you need me pretty badly," he joked in reply, laughing good-natured in response. "It was a lot of fun... I miss that body of yours..." In truth, his memory of that night consisted mostly of snapshots of their naked bodies pressed together, writhing on and beneath the sheets. He assumed that whoever was in the next room had been pretty pissed off, unless the walls had good insulation, but he found it hard to care; Alta brought out a wild side in him, particularly behind closed doors." I walked down to a coffee shop near the venue to clear my head, and my body. I've to be back on the bus by 12 to roll out. It's a shame you're not on our tour - sounds like we have better venues than you this time round. Besides, your bed wouldn't be so lonely," he clicked in place of a wink, images of her gorgeous figure spread out upon the sheets floating through his mind. Alta grinned as she listened to him speaking, “I miss that cock.” She grinned. Lounging on the bed as she ran her hands over her body thinking of him. “What part of my body do you miss?” She asked teasingly. She remembered more the night then him, but she still enjoyed herself just as much as he did. When he said that he was at a coffee shop she sighed. “There goes my plan for phone sex.” She frowned her fingers running through her hair softly. “I should let you get back to your bus tour...give me a call when you're free.” She smiled. “I hope that we can have some phone fun.” She giggled as she put the phone down heading to a shower to clear her mind. Kris looked over at him wondering who he was talking to, she knew it was none of her business, but she really liked him, though her friends would think she was crazy for liking a rock star since he would probably use her and never call her again. Chuckling down the phone, Brett felt a tingle between his thighs at the mention of his cock, shroud in Alta's purring voice. "That's tough question to answer," he replied, his imagination following his words as he mentioned her long, smooth legs, the perkiness of her supple breasts and her tight ass. "I miss your warmth most of all," he continued, glancing over his shoulder. "That hot mouth of yours... your luscious lips... hmm, Alta, you know what I miss most of all. What wouldn't I give to slip my tongue between your legs, and taste your growing wetness..." He gave her a moment for an approving moan, a smile lingering on his face, before expressing his desire to slide between her silky thighs and flushed lips, and to fuck her deep and hard, again and again... "but... I should probably head back to the bus now, so I'll have to leave you with the image," he teased, smirking playfully to himself. "I'll see you when you get back, babe. Can't wait. Take care of yourself for me, if you know what I mean." Returning to the coffee shop, he finished his drink, smiling as he approached Kris to pay, and promised he'd give her a call sometime. Before he left he turned back to her and winked; "I'll see you at the concert." Alta grinned as she listened to him, as he purred down the phone at him, she sighed enjoying his words, every time they get together it's the most incredible sex she had ever had. He said he needed to head to the bus she smiled as her lead guitarist open the door and waked inside. She smiled looking over at him, she motioned for him to be quiet as he climbed onto the bed beside her. “I will take care of myself, by Hun.” She grinned putting it down pulling the guy over her kissing him passionately. Kris smiled as he walked over to her. “I'll see you then.” She smiled as he paid before walking out. The next week she arrived at the concert, wearing a thigh length black dress, she arrived backstage after seeing the show, she was shown to the dressing room again. Smiling she knocked on the door, hoping he would be happy to see her again. If she thought she was dreaming the first time she met Brett, this time must have re-encapsulated the feeling. He didn't answer the door, but when Marian opened it - drumsticks still sticking out of his jeans pocket - and invited her inside as though she were any other backstage groupie, she heard a call from the corner of the room; "Hey, Kris! You made it!" The singer had just showered - or perhaps merely washed his hair clean of the night's sweat - and smiled at her, wearing faded blue jeans with a tear in one knee, a pair of sneakers and nothing else. His long, dirty blonde hair hung around his shoulders with a wet sheen, and he held a towel in one hand. He looked delighted to see her, though he could have just as easily been riding the buzz from another successful gig, but he greeted her warmly." How are you? Did you enjoy the how? Lookin' good, by the way," he added, his smile broadening. She smiled as Marian opened the door she was about to say something when he let her in, and she heard her name-calling from the back of the room. She smiles walking over to him, his hair was still wet she smiled. "I'm good," She smiled. "How are you?" She asked, but she could tell from his face that he was happy and excited." I really enjoyed the show, it was better than last week." She giggled slightly looking over at him as he said that she looked good. "Well I figured my work outfit wouldn't be right for this." She smiled. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a small piece of card that was the size of an CD. "Here I thought about what you said." She handed it to him, it was all their album covers in one drawing, "That's the only bit of fan nonsense you'll get out of me." She grinned. "Hay, that's awesome!" Brett exclaimed, as his widening eyes perused her drawing. He smiled at her, winking and adding "I might see if I can fit it into the liners on the next album." He let his eyes float over her, admiring her outfit, and his eyes shifted off into space for a second, as though he were thinking. "So, is this still not your scene, backstage partying and all? It's a little quieter tonight - I think the guys are wrecked," he smiled. "You want to go for a walk or something? We can keep off the main streets so no-one bugs us. Besides, I have an idea you might be interested in." He still held the drawing in his hand, and allowed his eyes to drop pleasantly to it once more. He did have an idea, and while he would acknowledge to himself that it was borne out of a desire to keep Kris around, he felt that he could not wildly spin any tricks to bed her - she was a nice girl, and he was intrigued by the idea of what may happen to someone who wouldn't just want to sleep with him and leave, ecstatic that she had acquired a memory of being fucked by her favorite rock star. As he waited on her answer, Razor slid up to them on a swivel chair on wheels, an open beer sitting on each of his thighs. "Guys! Less chat, more drink!" he exclaimed, and Brett shrugged, accepting one of the beers if only so that the bassist could wheel away again. She smiled at him as he seemed to really enjoy the picture she bit her lip feeling a bit worried that he might not like it. “You don't have to do that...it was meant to be just for you.” She smiled, “But if you want to share it that's cool.” She bit her lip slightly.“I can party...it's just there are so many famous people here... I feel a little nervous around them.” She pushed her hair from her face. “The guys look tired” She smiled at him, “A walk? Um...sure if you feel up to it... I mean if you need to get some sleep I can just head home.” She bit her lip. “I'm sure I can get a cab back home.” She blushed slightly. She bit her lip slightly wondering what she was doing back here...he was so hot, and she was just average. He probably just wanted her for a one-night stand, and she wasn't really that type of girl, she was about to say something his friend came and offered him a beer. “So um...what did you want to do?” She asked. Not renowned for his patience, the bassist left the second beer on the table by Kris' side and grinned at her, wheeling himself away towards a mp3 player to queue up Mother Love Bone'this Is Shangri-La. Brett smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't end up taking a cab home." Naw, come on. I still have plenty of energy, besides I wanted to talk to you." Pulling on a tight Black Sabbath t-shirt, he dried his long hair once more and pushed it back from his face, and together they slipped out the back entrance into the cool night air. He admired again the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, and the pleasant tinge to her cheeks." You're going to think I'm crazy," he grinned as they began to walk. "But I'd like to see you more often." He gave her a moment for his words to sink in, smirking to himself as he watched her, before continuing. "We've got a lot of shows to play though... I've been trying to think of a way to convince you to come with us - maybe you can make posters, or help sell merchandise at the shows. It's got to be better than working in the coffee shop, right?" He smiled, his eyes catching the moonlight as he jokingly added "I'm just sorry we don't have any financial work for you to do," his elbow nudging her gently in jest. She didn't take the bottle off him thinking that it was his, and he was just offering a drink to Brett, she smiled looking up at him. He pulled a shirt on and offered to walk with her, she smiled at him. “You want to see me more often?” She asked softly looking up at him. “I'm sure you have sexier, sluttier girls that you want to see more often.” She bit her lip looking over at him. When he suggested that she came with him on the tours she smiled looking a little taken back, she smiled at his suggestions. “Make posters or sell merchandise?” She asked giggling softly. Looking over at him, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Let me think about it.” She smiled at him. He joked about her doing financial work she giggled, “That's mean.” She smiled taking his hand. “I suppose it is better than staying at home. All right I'll come with you.” She bit her lip feeling a little nervous. He smiled at her when she accepted his offer, squeezing her hand lightly. "Excellent! I'm pleased you'll come... there's something intriguing about you, and I don't know what it is yet; I want to find out." He grinned. What was it about her that interested him so? She was - despite what she said - a very attractive young woman, and one who was unprepared to sleep with him as easily as others had. Was that all it took to get the attention of such a star, to deny him what he wanted? It seemed to be working in Kristen's favor." And finding girls as sexy as you is about as difficult as painting the Mona Lisa with your eyes closed," he smiled. "You're hot, Kris; sexy and beautiful." He smiled at her for a second, his eyes resting playfully on hers, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and before she could answer he boldly leaned close to her. The tips of his fingers nestled under her chin, and his lips pressed gently against her own; he kissed her once, letting it linger upon her mouth. She smiled as he squeezed her hand telling her he was happy that she said she would come, she bit her lip looking over at him. “I'm not intriguing I just haven't gotten naked or tried to suck your cock yet.” She was teasing with him, she sighed looking over at him as they kept walking outside. Biting her lip she smiled. “I'm not hot, sexy or beautiful.” She smiled blushing looking over at him, he seemed to be thinking of something she smiled and waited for him to say something. He moved closer his fingers moving under her chin before he kissed her. She smiled kissing him back softly before pulling back from him. “What was that for?” She whispered taking his hand softly, sighing she ran her fingers through her hair. "You see!" he exclaimed, laughing at her response. "You're honest, and that's what intrigues me. The only thing honest about the other girls I get backstage is how easy they are, and after a while those women start to lose all meaning. Yeah, it's fun, but I'd like to know a real girl for once." He smiled, but already his mind was running away on him; just hearing her voice those words had set a warmth to stir in his crotch. He was pleased she didn't recoil immediately from the kiss, though when she did it seemed to be reluctantly so, tinged with an air of suspicion." It's because Linear," he replied, stressing the verb. "I don't care what you say, Ithink you're hot, sexy, andbeautiful. If you don't believe me..." he grinned, squeezing her hand gently, "I'll just have to prove it to you." Holding her hand in his, he pulled her close to him again, leaning his head down to hers, his lips aimed at her mouth. Giggling she ran her fingers through her hair as he said nice things to her, she smiled. “So you like me because I'm I didn't want to sleep with you when I first met you?” She whispered looking over at him, she blushed. She pulled back after he kissed her, looking over at him, she smiled blushing slightly. “How um...are you going to prove it to me?” She whispered taking his hand, he moved closer to her kissing her again. She smiled kissing him deeply, she eyes were closed as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Hmm mm.” She sighed softly. Pulling back she looked at him, her face was bright red she bit her lip slightly looking over at him. “So what do we do now?” She whispered. “I mean yeah...t's been a while since I've been with someone...but I know what we do... I mean if you wanted to... I don't want you to think I'm easy or nothing.” She frowned feeling really nervous, this was why she was single she could never find the right things to say. "No, you did want to sleep with me; you just wouldn't do it," he teased, smiling in response to her giggling. If what her friends said about her being dull had any truth to it, then she was certainly coming out of her shell around Brett. He thought that he would produce a change in her pleased him, and his pleasure doubled when the shy girl moved close to him and kissed him back. Their tongues met in a slow-dance of an embrace, and the soft sound of their lips moving against each other's was audible in the still night air. He grinned at her, taking both of her hands in his. "Well, I did rent a hotel room for tonight; wanted a break from the bus... we could take advantage of that, if you want to spend some time together." In truth, he had rented the room only partly to get a break from the bus, but it had also been a minor gamble: he knew that Kris would be attending the gig, though he didn't know that the hotel room would pay off. "I know you're not easy... but I like you, you like me, and we'll be going on tour together... things are bound to happen sooner or later, right?" He smiled down at her again, his eyes calm and pleasant, unperturbed by her apparent nervousness. He spoke to please; his recollection of her agreement to tour with him, his emphasis of the fact that he liked her... he hoped that all these would set her at ease, or fuel her with an eagerness to fulfil her desires. She giggled looking over at him, as he spoke. “What makes you think I wanted to sleep with you?” She blushed slightly teasing at him, she kissed him softly her tongue caressing against his before pulling back from him. “You rented a hotel room...well I feel kind of honored.” She blushed looking over at him. “At least you're not wanting me to fuck you on the bus.” She bit her lip looking over at him. She blushed looking over at him. “Bound to happen?” She giggled looking over at him. “You really are so full of yourself?” She giggled taking his hand softly, sighing slightly she looked over at him. She smiled taking his hand as she kissed him deeply. Pulling back she smiled. “Shall we head there? I know I could do with another drink.” She giggled looking up at him, taking his hand she smiled stroking his hand softly. “So...maybe you can show me how a rock star like you parties?” She giggled looking up at him. "I'm not full of myself," he joked, "I'm just aware... of my own greatness." He laughed with her, and their smiling lips came together again. "And I know you want to sleep with me because you keep saying the word fuck, and you're doing that because youknowhow sexy I think it sounds. Now come on," he grinned, slipping his arm around her waist; "Don't tease me any longer." He felt the warmth of her body against his, and he desired the warmth of her flesh against his. Her scent was in his nose, but he longed for the smell of her sex and sweat. He could not love and leave this girl - not after the promises he had made her, and the image she had acquired of him as both an idol and a nice guy - but this drew him to her more strongly. He was still not sure what he was getting himself into, but he was prepared to take it as it came." Well wouldn't you know? I've got a mini-bar," winked Brett, "and tonight we will party like young, free, rock 'n' roll stars." She giggled looking over at him, “You are full of yourself...but I suppose I can forgive you for that.” She sighed, “Since everyone keeps telling you.” She grinned taking his hand softly. “I keep saying fuck, because if I say sleep I'll mean sleep.” She giggled, he told her not to tease him she looked at him. “Me tease you?” She grinned. Part of her didn't want to do this, she was a bit worried about being with him, she knew she could easily fall in love with hm, but he might just turn her around. Sighing she looked at him. “Don't make a habit of it.” She smiled at him, “I wouldn't want to deprive your fans of you.” She grinned at him.“A mini-bar... I'm not sure about the mini part, I think we need a bigger bar.” She grinned, “well you're a rock star already I'm just a fan.” She giggled. He laughed happily at her reply; he really did appreciate how frank she was, and yet how pleasantly that frankness was presented. She looked adorably cute in the light of this thought, he told her - "you look really cute tonight" - with a school boyish grin. It bubbled out of him, and though he didn't realize it right away, he felt a warm excitement in his chest - something he hadn't felt for a woman in too long." What about depriving me, oh most fascinating of fans?" he asked playfully, a tad faux-dramatic, but just enough so to be flattering." So you really do want to party like a rock star?!" he exclaimed, falling to laughter as he realized that her prior request had not been euphemistic. "Well then Kris," he pulled her close to him, "we shall party until you do feel like a rock star. Now let's find somewhere that plays good music, and if we're lucky it won't be too much of a dive!" She giggled as he said she looked cute. “Thanks.” She whispered giggling softly. “You look really hot.” She whispered, giggling as she bit her lip. “Who said I'm that fascinating?” She whispered, “But I think that you're fascinating.” She giggled looking up at him. He suggested they find a bar she shook her head. “Let's just get a bottle of something and head to that room of yours.” She whispered, leaning in she kissed him again pressing herself against him, her fingers running through his hair. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Let's get a bottle of something.” She whispered. Her compliments brought a smile to his face, but he coolly and teasingly replied that they save the flattery until after a few drinks. "That's when the real truth comes out," he grinned. A bottle of spiced rum was nabbed from the tour bus, Brett dramatizing the act as some covert operation, and then they were off into the night together, the singer slugging from the bottle and telling her that she must do likewise; "rock star party rules." They tried to avoid crowds, and though more than a few heads turned their way, the closest they came to any confrontation was one amongst a group of fans who waited till the pair were almost out of sight before shouting"Hey man! Pillars rule!" Brett threw up his arms and twirled to shout back, and then he and Kris had relative quiet as they made their way to the hotel room. He began to ask her about her interest in art and who her influences were, his inquiries interspersed between flirtatious remarks and glances. Soon they found themselves in the hotel lobby, Brett checking in and collecting the key before they both swept up the stairs. She smiled as he grabbed a bottle, running her fingers through her hair. She watched as made the covert operations she giggled shaking her head slightly. “What are you doing?” She ran her fingers through her hair giggling softly. They headed to the hotel, there was a confrontation as he couldn't help but talk to the fans, she sighed realizing her picture would be online in about 5 minutes. She giggled taking his hand softly, she spoke about her art, giving her favorite artist, she smiled taking his hand softly, and gave him her influences. She smiled as they arrived at the hotel, after singing in and getting the keys they arrived in the room. Furthermore, she smiled blushed moving into the room, she grabbed some glasses. “Shall we?” She whispered. "Let's!" he replied enthusiastically, opening the bottle as the door swung shut behind him and pouring some of the rich, alcoholic liquid into each glass. Taking his from her, he raised the container for her to clink and toasted to being young and beautiful. His eyes settled on hers, the rum's pleasant burn seeping its way down his throat, and he regarded her with a playful glance, feeling a triumph within. He had hooked her, and though he did not know what that would bring with it in the future, he cared little. Brett rarely thought too far into the future, and particularly so when someone had caught his fancy. She was adorable when she blushed, and her eyes were lively as they began to assault the rum. The singer could safely assume that he had a higher tolerance than Kris, and he wanted to make sure she didn't gettoodrunk. Free and uninhibited was good, half-conscious or vomiting in the bathroom was not something he wanted to deal with. As they drank and spoke and laughed he sat close to her, crossed-legged upon the bed. Occasionally he would lower his head to hers, the tips of their noses and their foreheads meeting playfully, and though he was content to take his time and allow her to signal that she was ready, he did feel his patience begin to wane as the amount of alcohol in his blood stream rose, and flirted more and more frequently with her. His hands yearned to feel her bare flesh beneath their touch, his lips hungered for hers once more, and in a flirtatious gesture he reached out and stroked her hair once more." You really...really look gorgeous tonight, Kris..." She smiled as she took a drink and took a sip, “Hmm mm.” She smiled moving onto the bed, sitting down leaning against him. “The rum is really nice.” She whispered. Looking over at him smiled as they talked about random things. Every so often he moved closer to her, touching her face, she grinned over at him. “I never thought I would be here with you... I mean... I don't do this often.” She whispered. “I haven't been with a guy for a very long time.” She whispered looking up at him, she felt really nervous and embarrassed. He told her she looked really nice, she smiled looking up at him. “Thank you.” She whispered, “You look gorgeous as well...” She smiled she had a few more glasses, she was happy tipsy not totally fucked drunk. Furthermore, she smiled, leaning in she kissed him softly, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed him deeply. “When I wake up tomorrow you'll still be here.” She whispered looking up at him. The rum left a pleasant burn in Brett's throat as he listened to Kris speak. He figured that most of the girls he slept with were probably quite experienced, and she most likely felt similarly. He didn't want her to feel uneasy or self-conscious, though he was sure the alcohol would take care of that, and hoped that it might draw out her wild side; she had already proven to be more than the shy girl he had met a week ago, with her teasing jokes and increasingly flirtatious manner. It was probably a dream come true for her too, in a sense, though he had no fears about her being left disappointed. His eyes, which had been so hungrily devouring her body earlier on, now rested patiently upon her own, and when she was finished speaking he moved to reassure her, squeezing her hand gently. "I know you mustn't do this too often, but forget about that for now," he smiled. "Tonight is just about us... I want you to relax and enjoy yourself; who knows? Maybe it'll become a habit." He winked seductively at her, letting the idea of a relationship with him linger in her mind; he drew himself closer to her and returned her kiss with his own. His lips were soft upon hers, and as he softly brushed her tongue with his he let his hand rest upon her thigh, and there his fingers stroked her gently. "Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" he asked her, his words ripe with sexual undertones. Sighing she ran her fingers through her hair, she kept sipping her drink sighing softly at him. “Us?” She whispered giggling softly. “I thought that rock stars only thought of themselves.” She smiled, leaning in she kissed him deeply. “A habit?” She whispered frowning slightly. “I'm not sure about that we'd need to make sure we fit together.” She whispered looking up at him. Biting her LI she felt his hand moving on her thigh. “I can think of a few things.' She whispered softly looking into his eyes, leaning closer to him, she kissed him passionately. Running her fingers through his hair, she pressed herself tightly against him. Looking over her shoulder at him, pulling back from him, she looked into his eyes smiling softly at him. “I get the feeling that you want to get me a little drunk, so you can take advantage of me?” She whispered, kissing him deeply, she giggled teasing him softly.

Pillars of Lucidity (Steppenwolf + ~AT~)|rating:3.0

The Nobodies, a WWII Roleplay (Open and Accepting)

-Story- -Rules- -Profile Skeletons- -Profiles- -Events- -Words to know- -Announcements- September 1st 1939, Germany invades Poland.(WWII begins) A terrible regime reigns over the country, killing all who oppose. September 17th,16 days later, the Soviet Union, working as an alley to the Third Reich, invades Poland from the East. Then a year, seven months, and five days later Germany turns on Russia and invades. It's been five days since then, and now the Germans that where once proud of their country are slowly starting to turn against their commanders. 1. Keep sentences at least or over three sentences. (Be descriptive! ^^ Not only does it make you look smarter it helps everyone else understand better.) 2. No god modding. 3.You're not a 100% accurate all the time, so keep instant kills at a minimum. 4.:sarcasm: should be at the top of your PM so we know you read the rules. 5. Be active and check our announcements for new members. 6. We'll do recap once a week on Fridays. So you can stay up to date. 7. You can have romance, but keep it PG-13 please. 8. No being a dick, so be respectful. ^ ^ Profile skeleton: Username: (men name) Character name: (self-explanatory) Age: (explains its self) Bio/History: (yet another self-explanatory one) Religion: (Need I say it? Sgt;Lt;) Lineage: (Where are you from) Weapon: Appearance: (Picture. Note: This will be changed to a hot link, so send me the direct link) Accepted Profiles: Quote: User Name-Cheap_Date Character Name - Rolf Schröder Age- 21 Lineage-Full German Religion-Christian Bio-Drafted into the Third Reich's infantry, he was trained as a medic and was stationed in Poland on October 14th, 8 days after Poland's army surrender. He was stationed there as a peacekeeper. Being a medic he never had to fight any of the uprisings or subjugate the population. He became disgusted with the treatment of the Polish. And after Hitler declared war on Russia, he knew he wasn't going to be a part of torturing another nation. When his troop reached Warsaw he went AWAY tore off all Swastika's off of his uniform and while hiding in a bombed out building he heard of The Nobodies he joined without a second thought. App-Rolf Weapons-Mauser C96 German MP-40 Username: Rigor mortis Metamorphosis Character name: Tanja Hertz Age:21 Bio: Forced into working for the Third Reich by her fathers annoying way of putting her younger bother on a pedestal for enlisting him self, so she also enlisted to get noticed once again, but it didn't help. Now all she hears is for her to not mess up. This hurts her because as a child she recalls her father taking her out hunting, she her self was a better shot then her brother, often not fully relaying on the scope. Linage: German mostly, her great-grandmother was Irish. Religion: Agnostic, but has Christian beliefs/morals. Weapon: Russian DP-27 Appearance: Tanja Quote: Username: JessiFlakes Character name: Heidi Bauer Age: 20 Bio/History: She was training to be a nurse in Austria when she was taken to Germany to serve in the war. She was well learned as a nurse, but still practicing the theory in real life. Then they discovered her more than adequate abilities in combat and decided she could be useful in that aspect as well. Religion: Raised Catholic, but unsure. Lineage: Austrian Weapon: Luger P08 camp; Karabiner 98k Appearance: Heidi Quote: Originally Posted by trials Never mind, I answered my own question :P Username: Trials Character name: Sasha Asimov Age: 29 Bio/History: Sasha was a journalist, and faithful member of the Communist party. He made the mistake, however, of publicly declaring that he thought Trotsky would succeed Lenin. After the assassination of Sergei Kirov in 1934, Sasha knew a storm was coming, and that his support of Trotsky would have grave consequences. He fled to Poland and escaped Stalin's purges, where he joined his grandmother's family, and lived with them in Warsaw, helping run the family grocery shop. When Germany invaded Poland in 1939, Sasha decided not to flee, but to keep living in the city, the only home and family he had left. While his family's store did not get destroyed in the bombing raids, his grandmother's family were killed while attending church, as the structure was bombed. At that point, Sasha almost left, but feeling lost and desperate, he knew he had nowhere to go. He stayed, avoiding execution and being sent to a labor camp, and using every last bit of wit that he possessed to stay alive. He is no fighter, but will not leave "his" city for anything. Religion: Non-practicing Catholic Lineage: Russian, with a Polish grandmother. Weapon: Whatever is given to him. He has never used a weapon in his entire life, but is reaching a level of desperation and anger he has never felt before. Appearance: In better days: timeline of Events: Sep. 1. 1939 - Germany invades Poland. June. 22. 1941 - Germany invades Russia. June. 27. 1941 - The Nobodies is formed. Announcements:9-11-09 :Role play starts, Cheap_date joins playing as Rolf Schröder. Rigormortis Metamorphosis joins playing Tanja Hertz.9-12-09 :JessiFlakesjoins playing as Heidi Bauer The user Cheap_Date who plays Rolf Schröder, will be on hiatus until next Sunday.9-22-09: Trials joins playing as Sasha Asimov -Reserved- Rolf fallowed the man as best he could, it was not easy. The back alleys where filled with rubble and he was very hungry. The man he was fallowing had on a large brown coat and a gray hat. He was about twenty years older than him, but he moved flawlessly through the bombed out apartments and shops. He had told him that his name was Antoni and that he was trying to find people to join the new group that was rising up to defend their country. This groups these "Nobodies," they intrigued Rolf. It sounded like just the thing. He didn't really know what to think of it now though. The chase had given him time to clear his mind. He would, if he joined, have to kill his own brethren. But he didn't seem that put off by it. Yes it was an issue but after seeing what other his "Brethren" have done, he thought maybe he could stomach it. They came to an old church, its roof had half caved in and it looked cold. Antoni ran to the back and lead Rolf to a staircase that lead down a little into the ground. A large steel door was in front of them and Antoni knocked five times then twice. The door opened slowly. Tanja walked back and forth in the high walls of the camp, Treblinka. She detested this place so. While here she was trying to help out the poor trapped innocents. She still felt dirty for working here. "Hertz! EIN Zug is their." (Hertz! A train is here.) Tanja stiffened she hated this, the days when trains showed up letting off more and more people, leading them to their death. At the end of every day she wanted to cry when she saw the faces of the children, war was not something that she was cut out for. The doors opened and someone spoke her name, "Tanja?" Someone knew her, not she felt horrible. "It's me... Auntie Ran." They were forced off of train and Tanja didn't get a chance to talk to her aunt for she was rushed off to the selections. A skinny man in civilian clothes stood behind the door. He looked older than Rolf but only by a couple of years, but then again living here could do that to you. He took one look at Rolf and lifted his machine gun to point directly at Rolf's face. "Hands up!" His eyes wide he kept looking at Antoni and then back at Rolf. "Antoni, what's going on?" "Calm down Kamil. He's AWOL! He's deserted!" Rolf's Hands shook in the air. He was starting to think that coming there was a bad idea. "And for God's sake, stop yelling, do you want every Nazi in Poland to find us?" Rolf's Guns we're taken, and he was shuffled with a gun to back down into the basement of the church. A door opened and there looking over a map of Warsaw laid down on a table where two men in their late thirties with rifles on their back and handguns in their belts. Tanja had found some excuse to get away from the train cars and get into a storage room. She felt tears begin to fall down the side of her face. "What have I done?" She asked her self sliding down the wall she took off her hat and looked at it. "What did I do this for!? To make my father and country proud!?" The door opened, and a man was looking down at her as she cried. "Was is MIT rich?" (what is with you?) Tanja paused quickly thinking of a reason for her blood shot eyes, "My mother sent me a letter... My cat ate my hamster, and my dog ate my poor little cat, and then my dog was run over by my mother." She said. The man only stares and walked out of the room. "Boots... Please don't eat Muffin, and Bubbles don't eat Boots!" She whispered hoping that her pets really wouldn't eat each other. "Antoni brought this German to us." Rolf looked at the two men. The one on the far side of the table looked more like he was in charge. The one sitting on the left side of the table had a long beard and Rolf could tell that he was reaching for his handgun. "Now," said the one on the far side."can Antoni tell us why he brought him to us?" "Yes sir, He had deserted his troop and sympathized with us. I found him starving in a bombed out apartment." The man took a long look at Rolf. "So, tell us how much training does it take to be a spy?" "What?" Before he could tell what was going on the man gave a signal and Kamil hit him over the head with the butt of his gun. The moon was full and haunting in the sky while Tanja walked through the barracks. Doing her nightly chore of pulling on the handles to make sure that the doors where locked up nice and tight, usually they always where so she could put a lot of weight on them and lean back, in a sort of swing to get to the next barrack door. She did this on the second to last one, but the door didn't hold and it opens up wide. Tanja's body slammed into the concrete, skinning her pail knees, quickly she pulled out her gun, ready to aim and fire at the person that was trying to get out, when she got to the doorway she paused. The sight before her made her wish that she hadn't been near the barrack. "AAU..." She stopped, not being able to finish the final part of that word, or it would mean her life, "Lieutenant! What are you doing!?" She yelled putting her gun back in the holster, her aunt was laying on the ground, stripped of her striped clothing. Tanja needed to sound strong like she was really one of them, "Uh... Why are y-you having... Eh, forcing that...that thing to... Have sex with you?" She asked, getting redder and redder. She was looking away and covering her eyes. Furthermore, she could hear the man push her aunt away and kick her, after that zipping up his own pants. It seemed like forever for him to walk up turn around lock the door and whisper in her ear, "ICH have an rethink fur rich!" (I have a gift for you!) The words fell off his lips in a sing songs way. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Tanja begun to shrivel away from him backing away and trying to run, but he gripped her hand and started kissing it, licking it, finally Tanja hit her last resort. (Because her punches weren't strong enough to get him to stop.) Finally, Tanja pulled out her gun and took hold of the muzzle, hitting him over the head as hard as she could. He let out a loud scream and two other men came up and one grabbed her pulling both hands behind her back. The other tending to the injured male. Rolf awoke on the cold floor of the basement. His coat and ammo packs where stripped off of him, and he was shivering. The man that he thought was in charge came over to him and knelt down to his level. "So you want to kill German's, huh? Have even killed anything else before.?" Rolf tended to his head and sat up straight, leaning against the cold brick wall. "Nan, I was a medic." The man stood up and put his strong hand against his chin, deep in thought. He looked like he was struggling. "You have to understand, I have to be this careful. Less I find out you're a spy, and then we're all 'kaput'" "JA," said Rolf. "JA... but if I was, wouldn't I just bring a bunch of Gestapo here to kill you?" The man turned around and opened the door behind him. "Fallow." Rolf staggered to his feet and began to fallow the man. He took him to a level under the basement. It was colder and dark and the air was much staler. He brought him to a German soldier on his knee's with his helmet off. Kamil was on the other side with his gun to the man's head. Rolf shook, and he knew what was going to happen next, but he was still surprised when the man handed him a pistol. "This will prove whether you're a spy." A weary hand extended and grasped the pistol. Rolf could hardly believe the hand was his. "Also, ICR an Serrated Dan? Wis sen She, was WIR Serrated tun?"(So, you're a traitor then? Do you know what we do to traitors?) Suddenly his breath slowed, and his hand raised to the back of the Germans head and steadied." Wissen She, was Got Modern tut?" (Do you know what God does to murderers?) Rolf Didn't remember pulling the trigger. He did remember being lead back upstairs, and the taste of the coffee that the man gave him... it tasted like blood. Tanja was seated in front of her old boss, his eyes stabbing into her. He was trying to figure out on how to punish her, she already knew what was going to happen. They were going to kill her, but she couldn't let that happen. When her boss said it, she didn't even hear it. The men grabbed Tanja again and lead her outside. Her breaths became short and choppy as she made her way to the square where people where usually executed. Her boss took his aim and (Clichéd moment) he asked her what her final words where. Tanja smiled and said, "When it comes to training troops and elite forces the Germans really are," She stood and took off running, "The best!" Soon she was near the door of the walls and felt the sharp pain of a bullet entering her left hip. She grunted and kept going, until she found a place to hide. Antoni came into the room holding all of Rolf's belongings that they ceased. "So," Said Rolf putting his coat on. " Are you the one running the show." He asked the man that had him shoot the soldier. "No, the man 'running the show' isn't here. I suppose you could call me... well just call me Commander Gorky."" Yes sir. How do you get your orders?" Rolf was very confused, he thought for sure that he the leader. "That's more than I feel comfortable telling a new recruit." Gorky's mouth widened into a big toothy grin, it didn't help at putting Rolf at ease." Here," the commander said standing up from the table. "Let's show you to where your sleeping." Tanja staid where she was for a while, waiting until the most opportune moment to run. When she did, she kept looking over her shoulder, but soon knew that no one was fallowing her. Soon she was just walking and limping, but then found a motorcycle that had been left out in the street with its keys still in place. She looked about and hopped on, quickly driving off. Luck was on her side, for the motor was quite enough for no one else to hear. After a while of driving she saw lights in the old bombed out city of Warsaw. She turned on her own and felt her hat slip off of her head as she finally made her way to the church. "I-I need help!" She shouted. Getting off the bike, her hands falling on to the open bullet wound, she slipped and forced her self up once again, "Please?" She asked hoping someone would help her. Rolf walked into the room with bunks lined up tight, wall to wall. Rolf looked around and saw that there were very few people, which he pointed out to the commander. "More will come," Gorky said patting Rolf's back. "More will come" he repeated. Antoni walked in as Go ski was leaving. Rolf could hear him whisper to Antoni to keep an eye on him. "So, you said your name was Rolf? Well take your pick of the bunks." Rolf walked over to one in the far right of the room and laid his stuff on the bottom bunk, then pushed it all to the foot of the bed and laid down. He was about to voice his thoughts of how tired he was, but then he heard the cry of a woman come from outside. Antoni grabbed a rifle off the rack and ran outside. Rolf grabbed his MP-40 and quickly fallowed. The door burst open and Rolf was the last one out. He saw the girl, she was young and very pretty. She was also in a Nazi uniform and bleeding profusely from the hip. Tanja was no longer watching the words that came out of her mouth. Trying to stay professional looking was out the window, "GHA! Bloody hell!" She hissed through her teeth. She tried sitting up to look down at her bleeding hip, but it stung, and she fell back curling up into a little ball, her hands pounding into the bunk's mattress. Her good leg kicking about wildly in pure frustration.Finally, she felt someone sit on her legs, which force her to stay on her stomach, another grabbed her by the writs and held them to the bed frame. This hurt a great deal. Tanja was nearly barking at them when she felt the cool metal of heavy-duty tweezers slip into the hole and tug on the bullet. She could feel those annoying tears at the boarders of her eyes once again. Rolf whipped the sweat off his brow as he dropped the bullet into the chipped ceramic bowl. "Lucky we found you today." Said Antoni sitting on the girls legs. Rolf's sleeves where tugged up as to not stain them with blood and the one on his left arm was falling. He tried using his teeth to pull it up, but it was harder than he expected. "Can I get some gauze, or maybe something to use as gauze?" Gorski, who was the only one not helping walked out of the room and returned with an old shirt. Rolf dipped his hands in the bowl of water and then dug into his medic bag. He pulled out some antibacterial. "This is going to sting, so hold on tight. And that's for all of you." he smiled and then poured it on. And he began to rip the shirt into strips. He stopped when he realized that the wound was on her hip. He hesitated a little, and could tell that everyone was on the verge of laughing at him. "Entshulegun!" ((sorry), and I know I spelled that wrong). He hiked her skirt up and began to wrap up the wound. "Shit, why couldn't you have been shot in the arm?" All the men in the barracks broke into laughter. When the men finally let go of her Tanja turned around and back handed Rolf, "Sorry next time I will be sure to hold out my arm and yell, 'take aim at this, so the easily embarked medic doesn't have to put his hands up my skirt!'" She yelled this somewhat comical and somewhat sarcastic. Then she realized just how high up her skirt was, and she was in the room with a good number of men, quickly she yanked it back down until the belt started to cut lightly into her hip. Already her face was beginning to get red. "... Um... Thank you for taking out the bullet..." She said wishing she could melt into the blankets. Kamil started to clap. "Thank you for the performance." The men started to laugh again. "It's no problem." Said Rolf timidly. "I was just glad to help." He bent over and started to pack up all of his medical supplies so he could sterilize them again. Gorski walked over to Tanya and seemed to tower over her. "Now, you may notice that we are a little short on room here, so I hope you won't mind sharing a room with the boys?" Rolf was relived that Gorky was entirely serious about what he said. He was not making a joke of any kind, it was relaxing compared to the rest of the men in the Nobodies. Heidi had been told this was where the Nobodies were to meet, and she walked into what appeared to have been a church to hear laughter and clapping. She was slightly nervous about entering, especially when she heard the shouting- but it was from another woman. She wasn't sure if that would be worse or better from what she could hear. Furthermore, she tightened her gun to her back and gripped her medic bag, and not knowing what exactly to expect, she walked in through the door. Heidi looked at the cramped sleeping quarters, at the people to get the basic idea of who was around, and then at their individual faces as to burn them into her memory. "Hello?" she said looking for one, or who would be the first, to acknowledge her, "Am I in the right place?"((Sorry if my post doesn't make sense, but I just skimmed PG 2 to figure out how to try and post. X_x;;)) [IOC: You're cool. ^^ sorry I may not post as much as I did for the past two days, but I'm not at home right now. -Tear- I brought my laptop, but I can't get any signal for Wi-Fi]Tanja was released by the men, and she told them how she was shot and why. She was given a few pats on the shoulders for a job well done and then left to do what ever she could. Tanja at the moment found her self walking about the old church seeing as her bunk mate (Rolf) had already fallen asleep leaving her with no one to talk to. The other's had been quick to go back to looking for Away Nazi's or other civilians that would be interested in joining them. In fact the one that was named Antoni said they would be giving her a gift. Which was hinted to being a better gun and clothing. The rubber of the church was bumbling under her feet, the charred brick easily breaking. The moon light drifted in all around her. Then the doors opened, and a girl walked in, more than likely she was a nurse, but Tanja was only judging by the look of her dressings. On her back there was gun and in her hand was a medical bag. She said a simple greeting and Tanja walked up closer trying to stay hidden. Hiding behind a pillar near the girl Tanja responded, "Hello? What's your name?" She slightly demanded to her. Heidi was suddenly surprised by the female voice that was, from what she could tell, the one that she had heard shouting earlier. She looked around to see if she could spot the woman, but saw only movement in shadows, which may not even have been a person to begin with. Unsure as to where to look, she let her eyes wander as she spoke, "I am Heidi, Heidi Bauer. I heard there was a group here... of Nobodies?" said, but added an unintentional inquisitive tone to it, hoping to get an answer of whether she was in the correct place or not. She continued looking around, but now she wasn't looking for the woman-now she was taking in the once dismal church. Heidi took a few steps deeper into the building, looking around, but being careful as to where she stepped, not wanted to hit a spot that could lead to disaster, seeing as enough disaster had already happened upon this, what appeared to be, a once beautiful church. Heidi had stopped after the few steps, not wanting to alarm the other- or others- in the building. She realized she must look odd... Gun strapped to her back, but a medical bag in her hand, and wearing a nurse's uniform. Something's just couldn't be helped though. The medical bag hadn't left her side since she was taken to Germany, nor had she worn anything but a nurse's uniform since then either. The gun on her back, and the pistol she had hidden, were for the most obvious of reasons. One couldn't simply walk out the door unprotected in these trying times, especially when you were on the run, or presumed dead.((IOC: It's fine. You post really well for a shortish post. =] WWW... I hate when I can't find the Wi-Fi signal. = *Is on her own laptop at the moment*)) [Thank you. ^^ Its driving me nuts because I need the laptop to do my school work! -Tear-]Tanja fallowed after her, "Wait." She was now standing in light allowing the girl to see her, still in her old uniform, "Fallow me in," She said stepping in front of her, "The men... They are quick to point guns." She paused before stopping on the stairs and turning back to Heidi, "If they are still holding on to them." She walked down and did the knock that she was instructed to do if she should come back from her exploring. "There is a girl here, asking about The Nobodies." She told them stepping in. Quickly gesturing for Heidi to fallow after her. "Come, come. They will just have a few quick questions for you." She said. Tanja walked quickly to find Antoni, when in the same room as him, she looked back in wait for Heidi. Turning to her right Tanja found a wheeled chair and pulled it out. Placing it in the center of the room for Heidi. "Here." She said, instructing her to sit. Antoni looked at her strangely causing Tanja to question him, "What is it?"" You take to this quickly... Just about to quickly."" Sorry, taking orders and giving them is something I would like to think my self good at."" You are not in the position to be giving orders, only taking them, now take this one and leave the room." He hissed, annoyed with Tanja's quick settling in. "Now, what is your name?" He asked Heidi. ((IOC: GAS! That sucks! Sorry my post was so short this time, and possibly didn't make sense. I'm really sick, but didn't want to abandon the RP. CX))Heidi tensed, but followed the woman to where she was leading. She wasn't sure what kind of trouble she was in, but from the looks of the girl, it could quite possible be immense. Heidi pulled the gun from her back and placed it in her lap, and her medic bag on the floor as she sat in the wheelchair. She looked at the faces of those around her, trying to measure their character. She looked from the woman to the man, not sure who was the superior until the woman was instructed to leave the room. Then, as though on autopilot, she spoke before thinking, "Heidi Bauer, sir." [If your sick rest! You could have told me and I would put the RP on hiatus until your well or Cheap_Date was over again. >Antoni nodded when she answered her name, "Where are you from?" He asked then his eyes fell more intensively on her gun that was laid across her lap. Antoni's eyes darted to Kali, and he nodded his head toward the gun, "Kali please take her weapon..." He paused looking at her even closer and seeing the medic bag, "And the bag... Go get Tanja. She's more than likely itching to do something, have her go through the bag to be sure that the only things in there are of medicinal value."" Right." Kali responded walking off through the door Heidi's gun over his shoulder and his hands wrapped around her bag. ((THANH UH! I'm stuck home, completely house-bound, for a week, I need SOMETHING to do with my life! Lol. Besides, I love role-playing. XP))Heidi held the butt of the gun towards the one called Kali, and before he moved away she said, "Oh, wait." and took the pistol from under her skirt, "You might feel better knowing I'm not hiding a concealed as well." she smiled a little. She knew it was quite possible a very bad idea to hand over all her weaponry, but she did need to prove she could be trusted. She knew nothing other than medical supplies was in the bad, so other than that, she had nothing to worry about. Then, she looked back to Antoni, "I was born and raised in Austria, where I was trained in nursing, before the Nazis found me useful and took me into Germany." she answered fully. Heidi looked around, taking every thing in. Antoni nodded while Heidi spoke, "I see." His eyes stained on her as he contemplated what to do with her. She was obviously being trust worth because she even handed over her considered pistol. "Alright, We'll let you in." He said standing and reaching a hand out, "You can meet back up with Tanja in the bunk room, when she's done going through your things of course... You know your lucky that you showed up today, or it would be a man going through them." Antoni joked. Heidi smiled a little and took his hand, standing up. "Thank you, sir." She was in, she was finally in! She was beyond happy to have found the side she truly belonged to at last. Furthermore, she did however have enough dignity not to get completely giddy; she did hide most of her excitement. "I wouldn't have minded if a man went through it either, I have gotten used to men going through my things at Thai point." It was true. All she had encountered in her "military career" were men, so that's who she had to deal with. She was used to the feeling she got from it now, so it wouldn't have phased her. "But when may I have my guns and bag back, exactly?" she asked. Heidi had gotten very attached to the only three things she ever carried anymore, and she felt naked, overexposed, without them. She realized there was protocol, but she still had to think about herself as well. Antoni gestured out the door, "Let's go see how far along Tanja is." He said walking out the door and pausing for a moment to for Heidi, "I'm sure it won't be long, Tanja seems rather energetic about getting or giving orders. Also, if she is lagging I can WIP her into shape." He teased walking along the long corridor until the light behind the barrack's door shined out. Antoni opened the door finding his older buddies of The Nobodies' still up playing poker, Rolf was out cold on the bunk above Tanja's, while Tanja was seated on her lower legs her hands submerged in the black bag." Well what have you found?"" Nothing, every thing checks out." She said handing the bag over to Heidi and then turn to give her the guns back. Heidi followed Antoni, observing everything as she went. She looked to see Tanja on her bunk, or what Heidi assumed it must have been, and looked down at the black bag, Heidi's black bag. She smiled a little, as the woman handed it back, and she felt safer again, having her guns. Safer, but not safe; safe was an impossible feeling to come by those days. "Thank you." she said as she accepted her things back, "Now, is that all, or is there anything else for me to do?" She strapped her gun over one shoulder, and replaced the pistol under her skirt. Tanja cracked her neck and yawned loudly. "I don't know and really don't care." She said with a laugh, falling back on to her bed. "So, you should just go to sleep, because I don't know what we'll have to do tomorrow." She told her. Tanja was quick to fall asleep and then once again wake up to the should have shuffling and walking. The causer of these noises was Antoni. She asked him what time it was, and he replied that it was morning. Heidi nodded and took the nearest available bunk. She set her things next to it, hiding her guns behind the bag, sort of under her bed, and climbed in. She soon found a way she was comfortable, and fell asleep. Heidi had always been an early riser, and the first sign that it could be morning, her body automatically awoke. She looked around to see some of the others up already, including Antoni, and figured she wasn't as early a riser as she thought she had been. She wasn't sure what to do next. Then she heard Tanja was awake, and she went over to her bunk, "Morning." she said quietly. She wasn't so quick to go to Tanja because she was another woman, but rather because she was the first one to talk to her. Somehow, it made sense to Heidi. "Good morning." Tanja said turn about to see Heidi, "How did you sleep?" She asked her, stretching while she did this. "What do we have to eat around here?" She asked turning to Antoni. Her stomach growling under her clothing, she blushed. "I didn't really eat yesterday." Her face getting redder as the noise so reverberated. Rolf stirred to the sound of people talking. He recognized some of the voices, but there were two girls, one was the camp guard he patched up the night before. The other was Morgan to him. She didn't sound Polish. In fact, she sounded German, but different somehow. He sat up and through his legs to one side. He looked under his bunk and saw Tanya and a new girl." Guten Morgan" he said a little confused. "Um, are you new?" He felt embarrassed afterwords, not knowing if she was here before he was. "Oh, Rolf!" She ran to the side of Heidi and threw an arm over her shoulder, "This is Heidi," Tanja nodded, "She joined after you went to bed last night." Tanja explained, "I don't know why, but this reminds me." Tanja turned to Antoni, "Last night. Didn't you say something about a new gun and out fit?" She asked him. Slightly confused, because she didn't fully remember if he did say that." The gun, that I have, but..." He stood up both hands out from the side of him, "Do I look like I would need ladies clothing lying around here?" He asked tilting his head slightly." Not at all... Least I hope not..." She paused the image of Antoni in a dress slightly scaring her. "Well then what is my gun?" She asked him, Antoni jerked his head one way to an open door that lead off in to a room with no light. "In there?" She asked pointing." Yeah, tall box." He gestured to the approximate height of the wooden box that would contain her weapon, "One corner, is sorta beaten up." He mentioned while Tanja walked off looking for her new gun. "As for the outfit..." His eyes landed on Rolf with a devilish smirk. Seeing as he was the new guy, Rolf still needed to get made fun of. "Why don't you barrow some of his, just so your not seen in that." Antoni laughed motioning to her outfit. Old shook of Antoni's remark. "Hello," He said to Heidi. He hopped down to the floor with a clack. He grabbed his coat and boots and sat down to put them on. "So Tanya, what kind of gun did you get?" He stood up and began to put his ammo pouches on. He slung his MP40's strap over his shoulder and walked over Tanya to look at her gun. Tanja made a few squeaking noises as she opened up the crate, and finally pulled out the little monster that was to be her gun, "A Russian DP-27!" She nearly shouted. The gun made her drool, it was just under her nose, but it was light. (For a gun of that size) Her hands trailed over the circular barrel that held forty-seven shiny ready to slaughter bullets. "T-Thank you..." She muttered, not able to take her eyes of the pretty gun. Antoni's eyebrow was raised, "Usually you only get that kind of reaction out of a woman if you've given her jewelry..." He teased slightly. Sitting down and leaning back in his chair, the wood creaking under him. "Now the question is, how long until you would be able to set, aim, and fire that in a reasonable time?" He asked her. Tanja responded, "What's a reasonable time?"" How's under a minute sound?" He asked her. Tanja nodded." Where's the target practice?" She asked him. Her face cold and stern, ready to prove her self. Rolf saw the gun that Tanja held and let out a whistle. He saw some of the Soviet troops had those when they had invaded Poland. The size of the gun next to the girl made him laugh on the inside. He was now a little scared of Tanja, he never really knew girls to be gunned enthusiasts. But then again she was in the army. Gorski walked into the room as at the end of Antoni's and Tanya's conversation. "Target practice?" He smiled a little. "There's no need to practice when right outside in any direction is the real thing!" He walked into the middle of the room and instantly took the attention of the whole room." Today, we have received word that a shipment of food for the German forces is scheduled to reach German main base at 12 sharp this afternoon. And I don't think I need to tell you what we plan on doing to it. Now if you want to eat today you'll head down to the old apartment building on the corner of 6th street and 45th."" The truck," he continued. "Will come from 6th and turn west on 45th. A road block with be place on 45th and snipers will be stationed in the apartment building. And I don't want one ounce of mercy be given to those bastards. The food will be brought back. And I mean every crumb." Tanja swallowed and nodded, "Right." She answered. She turned her head slightly to Rolf when he made the light whistle. "What?" She asked him, putting more weight on her left hip. Both her arms were crossed, and she wore a mocking smirk. "Does the gun suite me?" She teased, trying to be a bit of a lady. Rolf laughed. "A little bit, and that's the scary part." The outside world was cold, even colder than concrete of the church. But the whole world seemed this inescapable cold as then jumped and ran in and out of the rubble and buildings. The gray of what is now Warsaw blended together and made it hard to run through. Tanja was trying her hardest to stay quick and nimble, but the gun over her shoulder made it hard to run, mostly because it was dragging every so often, finally she swung it up and on to her shoulder, running a bit faster and with easier. Soon she was nearly side by side with Rolf. In Tanja's chest however she could feel the anticipation building up. That she was going to not just be on the side lines, but the front lines for the first time. Her breath became a little shaky. How would her father react to this? His little girl going to kill her own kind? One of the first women to fight on the front lines ever... Would he feel a little pride or disown her completely? Tanja shook her head, now was not the time to be thinking of such things. She knew that she could do it. Her speed met Rolf's then surpassed him. She skidded to a stop, "Here." She whispered, not wanting to tip of anyone that could have been sent a head to scout out the path, to make sure there was no one there. Her arm was straight out, pointing to the opened door. Just standing made Tanja feel the sting of her old injury. She only flinched slightly, but refused to acknowledge it any further. Rolf ran out and stopped next to Tanja, he leaned against a wall and started panting. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the apartment building. He forced himself up and staggered over to a window that looked out into the street. "Ok then..." He looked around and saw the road signs. Then looked for anything to make a road block out of. In a little bit all the team was finding anything they could to pile up on the road. It wasn't a very good road block, it was more just rubble they pushed back into the road, but it would have to do." Wait, whose going to be positioned where?" Rolf asked looking at everyone around him. Antoni panted putting on of the final rocks into place, "Well... Tanja, you take one of the higher up rooms, Rolf and Kamil will go with you, to shot while you reload. Then Heidi, Gorky, and my self will hide down here, to cut them off from running into the building or shooting up towards you." Antoni suggested. Willing to allow anyone to make an objection as to where they want to be placed or a better placement plan. Tanja nodded, she walked into the building and looked about, trying to find away up into the ruined building. There was an old stair well that was completely exposed, but for the most part intact, through some of the ripped floor boards she could see that there was a good spot about three floors up. "Rolf... Kamil." She said pointing up to the position that she found. "What about up there? We could block off the stairs a little bit to, you know put some of the rubble in the way..." She suggested, not sure if it would work. ((Gee, you guys like making me play catch up! D= Lol))Heidi smiled as Tanja awoke, "Uhm, I'm not really sure. You would know better than I." she laughed. Heidi could feel that pang of Hungary in her stomach. It had been awhile ago what rations she had been able to steal in her escape had run out. She looked over to the man who addressed her now, "Hi, yes, I am new." she said, with a small smile. Before she could introduce herself properly, Tanja slung her arm over Heidi and did it for her. Heidi simply laughed and nodded. The people here seemed nice. It was especially nice to have someone ask her name after so long of being addressed by so many other things. Heidi watched Tanja's encounter with her new gun with a smile. Antoni had said she was energetic about giving and receiving orders, and seeing her excitement over a new gun just further proved Heidi's initial thought: Tanja was a born soldier. Maybe not for what the Germans wanted, but she was definitely a proud one for what she fought for in her own right. It made Heidi smile, actually, to see someone so ready to fight for the right cause, this time. When Antoni mentioned they would be going after German food shipment, Heidi was a little excited; not because she wanted the food so bad, though that was definitely a contributor, but rather that she would be able to go out and do something. She would be able to fight on front lines rather than hiding in towers and shooting unsuspecting targets... Not that she had a problem with that, other than the killing part, but there was something exciting about being in the first assault... and also frightening, very much so. Her excitement hadn't faded as she followed closely behind Tanja, and then Rolf when she had run past him. Heidi fell to the ground panting as well as Rolf had, kneeling on one knee. She looked around, assessing the situation. She couldn't even be sure of their odds at that point. It would depend on what was accompanying the target truck. She assembled the road block with the rest of the team, though, everyone else seemed to be having a much easier time than she-Heidi was never really a heavy lifter, she was more a lightweight. In her mind, she suspected that would be changing soon. She looked at Rolf as he asked about positions, "Good question..." she said, mostly under her breath. She looked around the rest of the team for orders. Heidi was more of a person who carried out orders than gave them. Naturally, seeing as she was a nurse by nature, not a soldier. Although, in those days, everyone was a soldier. From the oldest man sitting in his rocker, to the tiniest child still feeding from their mother's blossom. No one was safe. When the orders actually came, Heidi hesitated, not sure if she would be able to do the task assigned to her. "Antoni, I'm pretty sure I would be better suited higher up rather on the ground..." she said. Then she thought about it as an opportunity and looked at the ground, then over the area as she spoke, "I was trained to be more of a sniper, but if you think you can have my back-down here, I could do it..." Antoni nodded, "Those positions, they were just suggestions, You your self know what you are capable of, so there for... Go." He said nodding and taking his own position, His eyes fell on Tanja who was jumping stairs to get up. "Just be careful with her... She's acting tough now, but..." His voice fell silent, "She'll be the first to question what to do." He said over his shoulder, putting his gun into position. Sasha was huddled in a collection of ragged blankets in a higher story of an abandoned apartment building, waiting out the day, to use the night to find food, and a new shelter. He never stayed in the same place twice. Playing mind games with himself to pass the time, he gradually became aware of the sound of footsteps, what sounded like multiple pairs. Running, then stopping. Hushed conversation. Louder sounds of rubble being moved around. His instinct for self-preservation warred with his curiosity, until finally his curiosity won out. After all, he had nowhere the run in the partially destroyed apartment building, and it was unlikely they would see him. He inched over to a place where the wall had crumbled, giving him a good view to the road below. Six people were below, men and women, all armed with guns. My luck is no good today, Sasha thought to himself. Although, none of the people looked to be Nazis, but it was never possible to be sure. But why would they be piling up rocks in the road? He paused, thinking critically. A road block! Of course! But what was to be coming that route? He mentally pictured a map of the city of Warsaw, and placed the apartment building. Perhaps a convoy to the German base? Clever, very clever of the people. He hunkered down onto his thin belly and inched himself closer to the outside, trying to hear what was being discussed. They sounded like they were positioning themselves, and then Sasha saw with a feeling of utmost dread that three of them were breaking off to enter the apartment building. Sasha slid away from the break in the wall, his muscles tensed to flee. If they were planning to use this building for an ambush, even if they weren't Nazis, they wouldn't look kindly to him being there. HE didn't look kindly upon him being there. With his noticeable Russian accent, he made a target for Germans and Resistance fighters alike, and he would be damned if he stayed there. Abandoning his sad pile of belongings, only carrying a crust of bread in his pocket, he inched his way towards the staircase, carefully avoiding cracks in the floorboard, and places where he knew made noise. Slowly, he peered out from the room, and saw with a sinking heart that a woman carrying what looked like a Red Army machine gun was already inside, and was gesturing up the stairs. Crouching down, looking down the exposed stairway, he tried to think of a way to get around her and get out. The back stairs he knew where in pieces, and he was too far up to jump. Maybe if he just surrendered? He straightened with new conviction, and marched his way out of his hideaway room out onto the top of the stairs with his hands stretched out in front of him to show that he was unarmed. "Sister," he said, addressing the woman at the bottom of the stairs, "I wish you and your friends no harm. Will you let me go safe?" Ooc~ Sorry about the long post! I got inspired and started narrating. I promise I won't be so long-winded in the future :P IOC: Off, don't worry about a long post. ^ ^ You can't have one that is too long.---------Tanja skidded to a sudden stop when she spotted the man that looked rather worst for wear. Kamil was quick to draw his gun out on the male, but Tanja's hand slapped the barrel to the floor, "Stop." She turned to him and in German explained that his voice, the accent was that of Russian. Kamil requested to know how she could detect the accent, "My father, he speaks Russian." She told him. Her eyes returned to the frightened man, but it was too late already there was the sound of shots being fired and screaming."Oh, no!" Tanja shouted running to the ledge of the building, Rolf and Kamil fallowed her to see that Gorky had gotten him self noticed, so the German's knew they were there, "Damn!" She pulled the gun off her shoulder and kicked out the stand. While Rolf and Kamil begun shooting. While Tanja was loading her gun she turned to the man and gave him a soft smile, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." She told him turning and letting loose with her gun. ((Trials:: OMG, I loved your post! DDD))Heidi nodded at Antoni and quickly followed up the stairs after the others. She did know what she was the best capable of, but she wanted to make sure neither the hidden assault nor ground assault were lacking. She therefore decided that if need be, she could stealthily leave her position and join the front line. When Heidi reached the top, she noticed a sort of stand-off between a Russian looking man and Tanja and the others. Tanja seemed to be merciful with the man, whilst the others wanted to shoot first and ask questions later. That was the point where Heidi's respect for Tanja grew." Oh, no!" Heidi repeated after Tanja, by a split second. She positioned herself in the building where one of the others weren't and took aim, then began firing. She was quick at what she did, aim, fire, reload, repeat as necessary. Furthermore, she did make mistakes and miss, as she was a bit out of practice, but she more often than not hit her target. Furthermore, she told herself mentally she would need to start practicing again if she were to be useful. Tanja paused when she saw Heidi kneed down near the firing squad, she nodded and went back to reloading her gun. She looked to her left and saw Rolf, he was aiming and firing. His face emotionless, staring blankly at the sight of his gun. Quickly Tanja returned to firing her own gun, while bullets whizzed by, dust from the old buildings trailing after them. Her thoughts were subconsciously on the man, hoping he was doing okay, she turned back about to look for him, but quickly snapped back when a chunk of stone hit her in the side of the head, and quickly she went on shooting. IOC~ He, excellent then. Thanks, Jesse x3Sasha was expecting to be shot when the woman intercepted. However, she spoke to the man who had wanted to shoot him in what sounded like German. Not exactly comforting. He caught the word "Russische", and wondered why it was that that seemed to be a good thing. Wasn't the Third Reich at war in the east too? When shots started being fired, Sasha gulped and tried to figure out who had shot him, but everyone seemed to be looking as confused as he felt. Just to be sure, he looked down, but didn't see holes in himself, or blood running. He felt his face, and sure enough, it was also as unharmed as it had been before the shots fired. His new companions seemed panicked about something, and were looking out towards where they had made a roadblock. Sasha wasn't sure whether to look or not look. Either way, it seemed like he was trapped. All of them in the building scattered to vantage points, but the woman who had stopped him from being shot paused to smile at him and tell him that everything would be fine. While he didn't want to contradict this woman carrying a big gun, he was decidedly not going to be fine. He backed away from any openings to the street, and sat down on the stairs, and held his ears with his hands, determined to wait the shooting out. It wasn't like he could be helpful. He shifted his seat slightly, and winced as he realized he was sitting on small bits of stone and brick. He looked down, and noticed that they were about the perfect size to knock out a rabbit with a slingshot. A slingshot! He scrambled to where he had left his belongings, and quickly ripped his ragged blanket into shreds, keeping low to the ground. Gathering the strips together, he tied a few of them together for strength, and then scrambled back to the rumble of the stairs. He picked one of the smoother bits out and put it in the sling. Gathering other smooth pieces, he put them in his jacket pocket for reloading, then inched his way down the stairs to where the gunners were. He peered out into the street, and saw German soldiers firing at them. He sunk back, and wondered if he'd gone crazy. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back, and recalled his childhood hunting rabbits. With a smooth motion, he stood into a more open space, whipped his makeshift sling around his head and let it fly at one of the German soldiers. He ducked down, but not before he saw the soldier look dazed and rub his cheek, a pause long enough for him to be shot by someone on Sasha's side. At least he hoped they were on his side." Xa! Yest' Odin," he exclaimed to himself, Got one. Maybe he could be useful after all. If he was going to be shot, he might as well get shot fighting. He reloaded his sling, and tried again. Tanja's mouth fell a gap when she saw the males sudden courage to help them. She continued shooting, looking down at her feet she saw some more of the smooth stones, when her next round was empty she quickly picked up a few and crawled on over to him, "Sorry I do not know your name, but I want to say thank you." She told him. Dropping the stones next to him. Tanja was quick to return to her gun and pulled out the next set of rounds. She her self was getting a bit low on guns. She peeked out from the bottom of the window to see only five soldiers still standing the others were all dead or laying on the ground dying. Tanja could feel pride as another two dropped thanks to the efforts of the group below. Sasha was feeling exhilarated. Maybe it was the adrenaline that surged through him with every bullet that whistled past him to lodge in the wall, or maybe it was the sense that he was finally fighting back against something. While his stones only distracted and dazed, he was still helping, and that counted for something. Reaching into his pocket, he realized he'd run out of his second supply of rubble. Looking around him, he was surprised that the blonde woman who'd spoken to him when the shooting had started had crawled over to him and deposited a pile of smooth debris next to him, and thanked him for his help. How strange. I am thinking of myself, and she is thinking of everyone on her side, he thought to himself, and felt shame. When had he sunk to this level? Had he not been raised to think of the good of the many? Sasha rubbed his palms against his trousers, before standing and taking another shot. A shot to the arm, with a crack of bone. The soldier had one arm left, which wasn't enough to save him from someone else's bullet. A bullet whizzed past Sasha's ear as he dropped back down, and he reflected that there were only three German soldiers left. Would they surrender? Or would they keep fighting, hoping to take as many with them to hell as they could? Sasha supposed they were as desperate as the people he was helping to hold on to their lives. My city, Sasha reminded himself, not theirs. Still, there were three left, amongst the dead and dying. In the place of his earlier exhilaration, a numbness was setting in. He picked up one of his stones, and turned it over in the palm of his hand, noticing for the first time the small cuts from handling the rough debris bloodying his palm. Completely forgetting where he was, and ignoring the exchanges of gunfire and moans of the dying, he stared at the palm of his hand, fascinated. It didn't particularly strike him as being his hand, as more the hand of someone else. He, the middle-class educated, with bony hands as rough and bloodied as a child. This was not his. Ooc~ Sasha's going into a delayed reaction of shock, don't mind him XP [Sorry I haven't posted for a while. >The final three fell and Tanja begun to cheer giving a high five to Rolf. The others were quick to run down the stairs and find everyone. Slowly she walked up to the shocked Sasha. "Hey... I, what is your name?" She requested of him. (No worries. I hear 'ya on the sick part. Getting some form of cough-flu from kids I teach atm)Sasha looked up in surprise, completely having forgotten where he was. He looked up to see the blond woman, and stood up to not appear discourteous." Sasha," he said, wiping the blood off his hand before extending it, "Sasha Asimov. I am happy to meet you and your friends." He paused, before she could introduce herself, and added, "I would like to help your friends more. I am tired of hiding." Tanja smiled, "You would have to ask Antoni about joining." She explained to him, "But don't worry he's downstairs so we can just go down and ask him." Tanja exclaimed smiling. Rolf had run back up and tugged on her arm for her to come down. "Come," She offered a hand out to Sasha, "I'm Tanja by the way."[Sorry. >Picking up his belongings, he followed her down the stairs, clutching the bundle to his chest and trying to think of why he, an intellectual, would want to join a rebel group. He couldn't think of a good reason that he had not already said to Tanja, and supposed he'd just have to tell it to this "Antoni" character. As he descended the stairs, he could start to smell the blood of the dead soldiers, and hear the whimpers of the dying. He paused, steadying himself on the wall, and swallowed down the urge to throw up. He refused to be weak, he refused to be weak... He leaned heavily against the wall, and called down to Tanja, "Can we please show mercy to the soldiers? Their suffering is not necessary." Sasha's words caused the males of the group to all turn and give a slight glare, "Hold on," She said putting her hands up to the other guys. "Sasha, we need this stuff thought." She has begun to explain. "Our headquarters is completely empty and if you've noticed, Rolf and I can't really be seen like this in public." She gestured to her uniform that was now covered in dust and rubble. "The most of us were of the Nazi party, we found out what they were really doing, and now we're trying to put a stop to it..." She looked back to see Antoni walking up." Who's this?" He asked." This is Sasha, he helped us up top." She explained." There were civilian clothes amongst the supplies," Antoni said, "Go find your new outfit."" Yes sir Antoni." (IOC Yay I'm posting!) Rolf placed the old magazine in his drop pouch and place the new one in his MP40. The safety clicked in, and he walked up beside Tanja. "Hey, keep your old uniform, If we ever have to use it again..." His voice trailed off because they both knew what he was talking about. He walked up to the mass of bodies, he sighed a breath of relief as he noticed he didn't recognize any of the soldiers. He heard a faint muffled groan from behind a pile of rubble. Furthermore, he walked over to it and found a soldier. Furthermore, he was bleeding from the stomach and his leg had a large hole through it." Schicken Mir, EU man Got." (Send me, to my God). Rolf stared in agony as he looked at the boy. He was younger than him and thinner. He pulled the Mauser from his pocket and like he was in a trance he readied his aim and pulled the trigger. The hole through his head the bullet made Rolf drop the gun. He staggered back and promptly vomited on the chips of concrete that passed for a street. The others stared at him. Rolf picked him self up grabbed his gun and walked past Kamil and sat on their road block. "Great now we really need the food." Kamil joked. The pit in Rolf's stomach didn't get any better. Tanja had nodded to Rolf and slowly made her way over to the pile of clothing on the cart. She picked out a white under skirt that was for a more dressy occasion and a white quarter sleeved jacket with hook and eye clasps. She also found a pair of ripped up black tights and black ankle high boots. Then black finger less gloves and goggles. Then something else caught her eyes, an old corset that was horribly ripped beyond the point of ever wearing again. So she took its ribbon that was threaded up the back. Hearing the shoot she jumped and turned to Rolf and watched him with concern. She picked up a potato and walked up to him with it, "I heard that eating starchy foods after throwing up is supposed to help." She mentioned. Even thought she knew why Rolf had thrown up she still felt maybe it would be a good idea. He seemed still in shock so she simply placed it next to him and walked off and looked for her own food. She felt disappointed because she hadn't found anything that she was really enjoying. Just fruits like apples and oranges. The oranges she passed off to Gorky, but she kept the apples. Then a few rolls caught her eyes so she picked thoughts out. ((>After Heidi began firing, she went on autopilot. Killing was second nature to her, and her brain seemed to shut down. Who would have thought trying to save lives would lead her to taking so many. When the mission was complete, she pretty much followed Tanja around. She kept an eye on the new male, Sasha. It was interesting to have seen him so willing to help. She watched Tanja report to Antoni, still as though she was looking in on someone else's lives. She heard the shot, and it snapped her out of her trance. Heidi looked to him instantly, and then saw Tanja offer him a potato. Heidi didn't want to bother Rolf, deciding it would be best he had time alone before she tried talking to him. While Tanja was gone, Heidi picked up a few food items that would satisfy her. A couple oranges, an apple, and a roll of bread. She also found a pear in there, and picked it up. She tucked the food into the pouch inside her apron on her uniform and looked to the civilian clothes. She, too, scavenged the pile and found a pair of pants, to relieve her of her nurse's skirt, and a long sleeve shirt that would keep her warmer than that. Heidi also found a pair of shoes that were a size and a half too big, but Heidi could walk in anyway. She carried the clothes, deciding to save them for when they were needed. It was best to take what you could when you could, because you didn't know when you would be able to get it again. Rolf stared at the raw potato. He picked it up, and his stomach sank at the thought of food. But he took a bite of it anyway. He crunched it between his teeth. It tasted like a dirty flavorless apple. The hardest part about eating the potato was the skin He took his knife out of his pocket and began to skin it. He realized that his appetite had come back. And after he was finished skinning the thing he had forgotten all about the hole in the men head and the one bullet missing from his Mauser. He took a bite of the potato again and looked at the truck. The girls where busy picking out clothes. He looked down at his brown coat with the stitching scars from the patches he had ripped off. He picked himself up and walked over to the truck. Furthermore, he looked through it and grabbed something's that looked warm. Pants, sweater, a vest, and a large old brown coat. He slung the clothes over his shoulder and sat on the edge of the truck. IOC~ Huzzah, everyone is returned! Sasha was displeased by the reaction of the rebels to his suggestion to kill the wounded but not yet dead German soldiers. Why should they expect mercy if they did not show it to others? He knew better than to say anything more, the others had all give him dirty looks already. Their leader Antoni, was sizing him up as Tanja left, and Sasha forced himself to straighten his shoulders and meet his gaze levelly." Sasha, is it? That's Russian, yes?" Sasha nodded, "Yes sir."" Then why aren't you in Russia?" Sasha smirked sardonically and said, "Because Stalin is afraid to lose his power, and I support Trotsky in exile."" Red Army then?" Antoni asked, clearly expecting some form of military training." No, I was a journalist." Sasha said, and received the expected look of surprise. "I came to stay with my grandmother's family, but they died in the first bombings. I was a member of a communist group, and we agreed it would be better to go. I stayed, as I have nowhere to go."" So you have no home, no family, no country. Why fight?"" Why not? I have nothing left but myself. I am tired of hiding," Sasha replied with a shrug." Well, we won't shoot you. You still need to prove yourself, however. Find yourself some decent clothes, you look terrible." Sasha nodded, "Thank you," before walking over to the direction of Tanja and two others. Tanja looked like she was holding clothes, while a man was holding a skinned potato. Food and clothing, Sasha thought to himself, paid for in blood. He shuddered, but covered the movement as a shiver. Nodding to those clustered around the wagons, he shuffled through the clothing until he found himself a plain collared shirt in good condition, and a warm pair of trousers. A black wool winter jacket was also in the pile, and Sasha debated with himself momentarily before picking it up. It was better to plan ahead to be warm in winter than to think of convenience of carrying and freeze. His shoes would need to be replaced soon, but there didn't seem to be a good pair of them in the pile. He then stuffed his pockets with as much fresh food as they could hold, and happily munched on an apple, eying his new companions. Tanja found a place to hide to change into her newly found outfit, feeling like it was exactly what she had always wanted to wear for her self. She smiled twisting about and standing in front of a mirror and admiring her self. She made her way back and saw the knife at Rolf's hip and walked up snatching it from him and pulling the ribbons that she found across the blade. The blazing red head gave him back the knife and quickly tied her hair back into short pigtails." Thanks," she said, Using the paused moment between speaking to pull the goggles up like a headband. "There." She smiled to Rolf, quickly spinning about her gun keeping her skirt down and in its place. This was her way of inquiring what he thought of the outfit. She didn't mind that he didn't respond, but gave him and thumbs up and trotted away. Heidi watched Rolf and smiled a little. He seemed a bit better, as though he had forgotten what had happened. At least, he was eating, and that was a pleasant site to see. He needed to keep his strength up if he were going to stay alive. Heidi walked over to Gorky, "What do you think's going on with him?" she asked, making gesture with her eyes to the Russian. Gorski just laughed and shook his head, shrugging. Heidi had apparently interrupted Gorky's eating and wasn't getting an actual answer, so she decided to approach the man herself. She walked over, "Hello. I'm Heidi." she said with a small smile, "I didn't catch your name... or what you're doing here." she said, as politely as she could. She was suspicious though, him being Russian. Heidi really hadn't caught anything he had said yet, but the fact Tanja and Antoni hadn't shot him yet was a good sign. She held her smile as she asked, "Care to share?" Sasha was quite happy to be filling his stomach, when another woman walked over to him. How many women are there here? Sasha wondered to himself, also struck by the fact that neither Tanja nor this one seemed phased in the slightest by the gunfight they'd just been in. It was very strange to him. The woman introduced herself as Heidi, but added a subtle barb of suspicion into her inquiry of him. Sasha forced himself to smile back, as if he hadn't detected it." Oh, yes, of course!" Sasha said, rooted in his pocket and passed Heidi an apple. "My name is Sasha. I will help you and your friends to fight the Germans out of Poland." He then realized he had no idea if the group had a name. "Uhm, could you tell me if we have a name?" Heidi nodded, noticing the smile didn't seem one-hundred percent sincere, but still, she decided it would be nice if she weren't rude to him. She was polite, always. Besides, he hadn't proven himself an enemy yet, and as she already thought, if Antoni and Gorky hadn't blown him away yet... "It's nice to meet you." she said, taking the apple absentmindedly. When she realized what she took she shook her head, smiling more sincerely now, "You keep this, I have my own rations." she held her hand out to him, holding the apple, "You never know when the next time you'll find food is. As I'm sure you already know..." She looked around momentarily, but returned quickly to the conversation, "Thank you, for your help. As for us, we're The Nobodies." she laughed a little, "after all, this seems to be nobody's war. Both sides are losing, with all this orderly chaos and severe destruction... and death..." she trailed of, almost getting lost in her own thoughts, "But I just recently joined, so I don't actually know the true reason behind the name. That was just my interpretation..." she smiled a little more. Tanja took a moment to look about the desolate city. She wasn't really walking more of dancing through the streets, being sure to peer around the corners and check that there were no enemies, even thought she had her gun she still wanted to be sure.((P. S guess who just found out that her dad has two mousers! One is a British one from I think 1943. I don't know for sure though. >Heidi saw Tanja walking about alone and knew that wasn't a good idea-even if she was armed. She didn't want to be rude and just disappear after her, but Sasha was here with the rest of the group... "If you would excuse me. I need to go follow Tanja; she should not be roaming alone." she told Sasha, backing up a step towards the direction Tanja was in, "I will talk to you later." she smiled and gave a single wave and ran after the other woman. When she caught up she addressed her, "Do you often go off on your own without back up? It is a good way to get killed you know." Heidi said, a few steps away from her.

The Nobodies, a WWII Roleplay (Open and Accepting)|rating:3.0

Infamy - [Game Info & Character Thread]

(is essentially an origin story. An almost slice-of-life story about a small group of powered young adults all intertwined and trying to survive. This is a story that will hopefully contain grit, grime, successes, failures, blood and pain, and laughter and joy; street level realness. This is a story about characters that hopefully feel like real people... they just aren't what anyone would consider heroes.WITHE WORLD This is an AU. The year is 2027. The Pandemic happened. The world eventually figured it out, things changed, and the wheels kept right on churning. Tech is a little more openly advanced (so there's room to play), but players should recognize most things within the world. Powered Individuals. They are rare and sort of poorly kept secret. Some people think its rumors, lies, and propaganda, some think different. Those who know, also know to keep their mouth shut or risk being disappeared. Being openly identified is at best a ticket to persecution/alienation, and at worse a death sentence. It is estimated that less than 1% of the world's population fall in the category of Powered. The US is still a major world player and has been keeping secrets regarding powered individuals. THE PEOPLE Taskforce 99 - Unofficial. Do not exist. Tasked with the identification, surveillance, and neutralization of powered individuals. Rumored to be made up of a contingent of enhanced and tightly leashed government agents. The Hunter - Boogeyman of powered individuals. Not someone anyone wants to meet. Game Links Interest Thread (( Info camp; Character Thread (IC Thread - Vol.1, Issue#1 (Scene Thread - Vol.1, Issue#0.5 ((~Players are, at present, allowed one (1) character. Side characters or NPCs may be allowed at some point but for now just focus on your one brain baby.~Images may be real people or realistic art, no anime or cartoon-y images please.~Power sets may overlap, but should not be duplicates (unless deliberately plotted to be so).~This is your character, make someone you will have fun with. If you ask me what the group needs my answer will be "nothing".~Keep in mind there are consequences for IC actions. Yes, these are not intended to be good guys but if you make a character who openly carves people up like a serial killer right out the gate you may have difficulties. Character Sheet:(: Self explanatory. Nickname(s) | Aliases : If applicable.DOB | Age : Characters should be between the ages of 19 and 25. Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Biological | How do they see themselves | How they like to be addressed Marital Status : Single? Engaged? Married? Divorced? Widowed? Family : Immediate family, those closest to them, or notable figures. Height | Build : Use Feet camp; Inches please. Hair | Eyes : Color? Length? Texture? Distinguishing Features : Any tattoos, piercings, scars, etc. Powered or Non-Powered : Just what it says. Classification : Natural - born with powers. Augmented - no powers but uses equipment. Experimental - altered in a lab. Accidental - caused by external source but not in a lab. Alien - species other than human. Other - for anything that doesn't fall under the other classes. Power Set : Be clear. Powers can develop over time. There should be clear weaknesses/drawbacks/limits. If you can't think of how your character can be taken down, they're likely too powerful. Weapons camp; Skills : Do they need a suit? A gun? A gem? Do they know karate? Street fighting? Throw pop culture references like a pro? Personality : What is your character like? You can write paragraphs, lists traits, note positives and negatives, or do bullet points, just tell us what they're like. Likes : Non-Sexual. Just a few to help with connections. Dislikes : Non-Sexual. Just a few to help with connections. Fears : Just what it says. History : Honestly the personality is more important with regard to this sheet so just hit the highlights here. I don't need a novel. Bullet points are fine. Sexuality : For no other reason than to be clear for those who may be interested. On's and Offs : You know what these are. A link to your O/Os is acceptable, or you can list things. Theme Song(s) : Just some flavor. Extras : Feel free to note other details that may not fit elsewhere. Connections : TBD. Code: [Select][float left][IMG height=300 padding=20] :[/b] [i]Self explanatory.[/i][b]Nickname(s) | Aliases :[/b] [i]If applicable.[/i][b]DOB | Age :[/b] [i]Characters should be between the ages of 19 and 25.[/i][b]Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns:[/b] [i]Biological | How do they see themselves | How they like to be addressed [/i][b]Marital Status :[/b] [i]Single? Engaged? Married? Divorced? Widowed?[/i][b]Family :[/b] [i]Immediate family, those closest to them, or notable figures.[/i][b]Height | Build :[/b] [i]Use Feet camp; Inches please.[/i][b]Hair | Eyes :[/b] [i]Color? Length? Texture?[/i][b]Distinguishing Features :[/b] [i]Any tattoos, piercings, scars, etc. [/i][b]Powered or Non-Powered :[/b] [i]Just what it says.[/i][b]Classification :[/b] [i]Natural - born with powers. Augmented - no powers but uses equipment. Experimental - altered in a lab. Accidental - caused by external source but not in a lab. Alien - species other than human. Other - for anything that doesn't fall under the other classes.[/i][b]Power Set :[/b] [i]Be clear. Powers can develop over time. There should be clear weaknesses/drawbacks/limits. If you can't think of how your character can be taken down, they're likely too powerful.[/i][b]Weapons camp; Skills :[/b] [i]Do they need a suit? A gun? A gem? Do they know karate? Street fighting? Throw pop culture references like a pro?[/i][b]Personality :[/b] [i]What is your character like? You can write paragraphs, lists traits, note positives and negatives, or do bullet points, just tell us what they're like.[/i][b]Likes :[/b] [i]Non-Sexual. Just a few to help with connections.[/i][b]Dislikes :[/b] [i]Non-Sexual. Just a few to help with connections.[/i][b]Fears :[/b] [i]Just what it says.[/i][b]History :[/b] [i]Honestly the personality is more important with regard to this sheet so just hit the highlights here. I don't need a novel. Bullet points are fine. [/i][b]Sexuality :[/b] [i]For no other reason than to be clear for those who may be interested.[/i][b]On's and Offs :[/b] [i]You know what these are. A link to your O/Os is acceptable, or you can list things.[/i][b]Theme Song(s) :[/b] [i]Just some flavor.[/i][b]Extras :[/b] [i]Feel free to note other details that may not fit elsewhere.[/i][b]Connections :[/b] [i]TBD.[/i] Reserved (: Zephyr VitalisNickname(s) | Aliases : Rookie/Rook - Most common | ZEE/Z/Defoe | Age : August 7th | 24Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Female | Non-Binary | Any Marital Status : Single Family : Mother - Lilliana Vitalism - Deceased Brother - Santiago Vitalism (Cross) - Deceased Brother - Constantine Vitalism - 12 - Alive Mentor/Uncle - Silas Cross - 55 - Alive Height | Build : 5'9" | Slim but Athletic Hair | Eyes : Naturally Brunette | Brown (change color when using powers)Distinguishing Features : Freckles, Key that on her wrist, Queen Chess Piece that on the back of her neck, various scars - most notably two bullet wounds Powered or Non-Powered : Powered. Classification : Natural / Engineered (latent gene activation) - serum she was injected with was a bit too aggressive with her system. The gene was activated but also further altered. Power Set :Abernathy - can control, manipulate, and even generate electronic, digital, and radio transmissions without accessing any standard source of communication so that she is in essence a living wireless hub/computer. This allows her interface with computers and systems. - Weaknesses - when Interfaced, her body becomes a living shell. Basic functions are maintained, like breathing, and she is aware to some degree, but she cannot dodge or fight. If interfaced too long, the more human parts of her psyche may be damaged or take a while to come back online. Is also potentially susceptible to "hacking" or viruses. Cybernetic Mind - is able to process information faster than an average person and perform multiple complex mental tasks simultaneously. Also possesses an enhanced memory that allows her to transfer, store, or delete memories and information as she chooses. - Weaknesses - The more tasks taken on, the slower she gets at each task. She does have a limit where crashing is likely and she requires a sufficient power source. Aka, tired, hungry, or weakened means less processing power. Mental Shields - has a very high resistance to purely psychic attacks. Micro and Radio waves manipulation - can sense, intercept, absorb, interpret, alter, and emit micro and radio waves, particularly as they pertain to telephone, television, radio and data transmissions. Understanding of intercepted transmissions is a passive ability that is always on though affecting the energy or even generating it takes concentration and focus. - Weakness - potential sensory overload if exposed to too many stimuli/data/input. She can also get distracted or sort of lost in the waves. Visible Light wave manipulation - can manipulate light waves to a small degree allowing her to mask herself in conditions with low visibility or even achieve full invisibility while standing still (requires concentration). - Weakness - cannot maintain proper concentration while interfaced or if doing to many tasks at once, and she can still be detected through other means. Infrared Vision - accessed by a change in concentration, Rook can't really do much with the waves themselves, but she can perceive them. Rook's powers are all at a lower degree of efficiency to start but will grow stronger as she progresses. However, her body, while highly efficient thanks to her enhanced brain function, is still mortal and limited by physics and her own strengths. Physically she is on par with athletes of a similar build with regular, intensive training. Weapons camp; Skills : Competent street fighter/grapple. Competent with basic street level firearms + found weapons (does not usually carry). Quick and agile free runner. Competent/Daredevil Driver of most things on wheels. Ability to learn quickly from experiences. Hacking/Programming/Hardware Proficiency. Building Lego or K'New masterpieces w/o instructions. Personality : Having a mind like a computer that lets you shut out the bad and focus on only what you want to is a dangerous thing. A corrupting and addictive thing. Once you realize you can deftly avoid dealing with the emotional baggage the world tries to saddle you with, after that first time you discover you can promptly distance yourself from the consequences of your actions... well, why wouldn't you? The face Rook presents to the world is an illusion no matter which way you look at it. Any shining qualities she might possess are all tempered by an almost roguish, devil may care sort of charisma and swagger. And these days she allows nothing to stick to her, nothing to cling, or seemingly matter at all. Beneath the chill exterior, Rook is intensely observant and calculating. She's a survivor. She might compartmentalize all to hell and back, but she's not forgotten or forgiven a thing. Furthermore, she won't let herself. Her motives are... clouded at best, and she lives by her own code. She is fond of difficult puzzles and problems and possibly due to her ego where her intellect is concerned, she is sometimes overcome by a driving compulsion to solve things. She's also a little OCD. Touch is a big thing for Rook. She doesn't let just anybody touch her and can even be rather particular about even the most innocent brushes. Yet, she craves it. Most especially after she's used her abilities. Likes : Free Running. Anything on wheels. Speed. Working out. Chess. Puzzles. Legos. Converse. Reading. Anything that reminds her she is human. Dislikes : Being reminded that she's human. Bullies. Liars. Deadbeats. Rich pricks who ignore their responsibilities. Guns. Drugs. Fears : That she can only destroy things, never create. At least not anything good. Being alone in the dark. History : When Rook was born, her wealthy playboy father abdicated all responsibility and placed out real quick. Damn near penniless with a kid already a baby on the way Rook's mother struggled mightily with addiction and her desire to be saved. Rook's mother overdosed when she was 11, leaving her and her two brothers alone. Her older brother (19) tried to take care of them but doing so pushed him into gang life and "easy" money just to keep a roof over their heads. He would eventually back off the criminal stuff but still maintained connections. At 13 Rook is placed in a gifted program and bussed to a fancier school. She gets bullied and then gets in trouble when she fights back. Around the same time she is noticed by Silas Cross, a brilliant man who made his living doing some of everything--very little of it legal. She started out just playing chess with him in the park... until her brother saw them and warned Cross away with the threat of violence. When she was 17, her older brother and some of his former associates were killed in a raid by the police. The reports claim he drew on the cops, but there was evidence to show it was a setup. Plus, Rook knew he hadn't carried a gun for a while. Nothing happened despite her pointing to the proof and her brother became a statistic. Cross reappeared in her life. After graduating, Cross hired her to work for him as an... assistant of sorts. He paid enough for her and her brother to have an apartment, and for her to take classes at the local community college. He also pulled strings to get her brother into a better, safer school. She was wary, and not always sure of the "jobs" he gave her, but she was grateful to have her little brother safe so she did what she had to. He was also something of a father figure to her and had treated her better than anyone ever had before. Three years ago, Cross' properties were raided and most of his business' were taken down. Rook was injured in the sting. Cross himself disappeared but not before he visited Rook and injected something into her iv. Though it had been touch and go at first, Rook made a full recovery. In fact, she came out of it better than normal. And through some miracle only found herself on probation. Her little brother was taken from her and placed in a group home. She fought to get him back but just when it seemed like she might win, Rook was framed and convicted of violating her probation. Nine months later, Rook moved into a small apartment over one of the local liquor stores. She kept a low profile and appeared to be sticking to the terms of her parole but in reality she began dabbling in "odd jobs" that have her doing a whole host of shit she wouldn't want her little brother to know. She can't get him back without a fancy good lawyer but after having checked up on him, she's not sure if she should get him back as he looks happy and healthy with his new family. Sexuality : Pansexual Switch (depends on partner)On's and Offs : Rook is turned on by Passion, Sensuality, Intensity, and Intimacy. Highly physical partners. Anything that gets her adrenaline pumping, including fighting. Sharing food (as in feeding each other, cooking for one another, eating from the same plate). The rest is negotiable and just depends on chemistry. Her offs are bathroom stuffs, gore, more, fisting, and feet. Theme Song(s) : No Church In The Wild - Jay-Z camp; Kanye West ft Frank Ocean, The-Dream (- True Damage (ft. Becky G, Keke Palmer, SOMEONE, DUCKWORTH, Thutmose) | League of Legends (And Kings - Linkin Park (: Current Occupation - Computer Repair (on paper)/Fixer (by word of mouth/rep)The first few months Rook was in her new place, it got robbed quite frequently. Now no one goes near it or the liquor store below. Rook knows most of the neighborhood kids and they like to look for her cars. Connections : TBD. (Recruit SemajNickname(s) | Aliases: The MirrorsmithDOB | Age: 12/21 | 23. Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Male | Male | He/Him Marital Status: Single Family: James Turner - Originator. Recruit claims to be Turner's now independent Mirror Reflection. Height | Build: 5'11" | Thin. Hair | Eyes: Short Brown | Blue Distinguishing Features: Old Burn Scars, suggesting an abusive upbringing and a Mad-Hatter of Alice-in-Wonderland themed tattoo. Interestingly, they are Mirror-Reversed versions of the same scars and tattoo that are recorded on James Turner. Powered or Non-Powered : Powered. Classification : Other. Claims to be a Mirror Reflection that's achieved Independence by killing his Originator, a claimed origin so fantastical that the more commonly accepted theory is that he's something more like a Ghost or an empowered alternative personality of James Turner. Power Set: Sympathetic Spatial Manipulation via Reflective Surfaces - The Mirror smith has the rather dramatic ability to step into the Images on Reflective Surfaces as if they were their own Physical Space. When inside a Reflected Image, the Mirror smith seems incapable of being directly attacked though he also can't attack on his own without first leaving the Image. He also can be attacked indirectly by attacking him with the mirror images of attacks. By stepping "Off-Screen" the Mirror smith can use Reflective Images to Transport between distances and maneuver around obstacles. This is not true teleportation, but the paths between two points can be significantly shorter in the "Mirror World" than in Physical Reality. Obstacles in the path that can be seen in reflective surfaces still have to be respected, for example the image of a closed door still has opened. The Mirror smith can only enter or exit out of reflective surfaces clear enough to make a good quality image, if there is no reflective surface at his intended destination he can't exit there. If there is a reflective surface at his intended destination but it's too small for his body to go through he can witness events at his destination but can't exit back into the physical world. Light does have to be striking the reflective surface for him to be able to use it. Covering the mirror with a thick blanket will make it useless for him for example. Future development: The ability to take other beings safely along the mirror paths. Right now when he attempts to transport someone else they tend to not going out of it very well, with often lethal results. Future development: The ability to transport things from the other universe into the prime one, with otherworldly properties intact. Weapons camp; Skills:Recruit does seem to have a talent for Knives, something he's picked up from his Originator. Personality:Like he stepped out of a children's story book. One of the weirder Lewis Carol ones, old-with swords and sing-song-y logic and dragons and all that insanity. He claims he's not Insane in the truest sense of the world, his mind works perfectly fine from where he's from. He's just from a parallel universe with different laws of biology and physics, the only hard rule seeming to be that where the Physical World and the Mirror World align it has to look identical. This is, needless to say, absolutely insane. There's a strong competing theory that the already psychopathic James Turner's past is so traumatizing that the event that gave him his powers also created the relatively good alternate personality of Recruit Semaj. Fortunately, this means only the alternate personality can access the powers. Likes :Reading | Wonder | Exploration | Tea | Art | Mirrors Dislikes :James Turner | Violence | Authorities | Parental Figures | Dirt Fears :James Turner, and the theory that Recruit is an alternate personality of a notorious serial killer and not an independent reflection. History:There are two stories here, depending on who you ask. They both agree with how they start, there once was a very wicked man named James Turner. James Turner did have an extremely traumatic childhood though how exactly seems to vary based on when and who you asked. Suffice to say he had the kind of upbringing where when you hear that James Turner would eventually become a psychopathic serial killer that enjoyed targeting young blonde girls, well - nothing can excuse what he did, but it's not exactly a surprise. James Turner wasn't caught from good detective work or a lucky break, James Turner ended up turning himself in - claiming that his own Mirror Reflection was gaining independence and threatening to kill him. Later, James Turner disappeared from his cell one dark and stormy night. Now this is where the story diverges. In one version, James Turner's Mirror Reflection achieved true Independence from his originator, took the name Recruit Semaj, killed James Turner, then used the Mirrors in the Prison to escape into the rest of the world to enjoy life free of his horrific and traumatizing Originator. A world he's determined to "improve" via selected demolition of a few dimensional boundaries. The other story is that James Turner's psyche eventually snapped in two, and he's developed a *relatively* good 2nd Personality, a relatively harmless thief seemingly bent on making "Wonder-Logic Machines" to bring down the barriers between the Physical World and "Wonderland". Which you believe, well - that reflects more on you than Recruit. Sexuality:Surprisingly Vanilla. On's and Offs :Romance, Hand-Holding. Theme Song(s) :Maniac as covered by Carpenter Brut (:(Recruit is an Independent Lifeforms that just happens to have the unfortunate luck of being a perfect mirror reflection of a notorious serial killer. In Universe though the split personality is more believable.) Connections :TBD. (: Chris RyderNickname(s) | Aliases : Nil.DOB | Age : October 29 | 21Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Male | Male | Male pronouns Marital Status : Single Family : Joseph and Maria Ryder, parents, distant. Talk once a year at Christmas. Samantha 'Sammie' Ryder, older sister, distant. Haven't spoken in years. Height | Build : 6'10" | Jacked Hair | Eyes : Blue eyes, soft and short blond hair. Distinguishing Features : Nil Powered or Non-Powered : Powered. Classification : Experimental. Power Set : Chris has superhuman strength, endurance, and durability. With his superhuman strength he can run faster than a car and jump much higher than an Olympic class high jumper. He can lift a Mack truck overhead with some effort. His durability allows him to take a bullet to the face no problem, but it doesn't protect him from things like pepper spray or tear gas. If he were in a burning building the temperature or something falling on him wouldn't do him harm, but the smoke inhalation would as he still needs to breathe. Weapons camp; Skills : Chris doesn't carry any weapons or know how to use them. He knows how to drive stick, and is a modestly skilled, self-taught guitar player and singer. Chris is also a pretty decent self-taught cook; he learned from the internet and trial and error. He also has some training in the basics of professional wrestling and knows how to put on a match without embarrassing himself; he is familiar with the technical aspects of professional wrestling - holds, moves, selling, delivering promos, and so forth. Personality : Chris is a fairly sedate and laid-back kind of person. He's also fairly quiet and can easily spend hours not saying a word to anyone. Not perfect at saying or asking for what he wants, Chris is the type to let an opportunity slide if he feels speaking up would be embarrassing or seem selfish (and in his mind that's at least nine times out of ten). There is a fairly deep need for external validation in Chris, and he fits the stereotypical notion of a male that is easily won over by the slightest praise or compliment. There is a nascent misanthropy burgeoning in his heart that can only come from working retail. Likes : Large, gaudy belt buckles. Gothic rock. NDH. Prime rib, medium rare. YouTube cooking shows like Gaga Foods and Chef John. Dislikes : Doing dishes. Politics. Self-styled 'pickup artists.' Uncleanliness. Fears : Chris fears rejection more than being alone. History : After their daughter Samantha was born, Joseph and Maria decided to try for another child, but they couldn't conceive. They went, as medical tourists, to seek the services of a fertility doctor who practiced without a license in South America. Thanks to the efforts of that doctor, Maria became pregnant. What Joseph and Maria didn't know was that the embryo in her womb was not only not theirs, biologically, but it had been subjected to severe alterations. The doctor in question was never able to follow up with the Ryder's and the other couples he'd helped as he was killed in shady and mysterious circumstances entirely unrelated to his unlicensed and unethical medical practices and entirely related to his cocaine habit. Chris enjoyed a typical lower-middle class American upbringing. He did alright in sports and physical pursuits but never stood enough to gain the notice of sports recruiters. His grades were average and nothing of note. After he finished high school, Chris's parents sent him out into the world, promptly relocated to California, and spent their time planning or going on cruises. Chris, meanwhile, works at a Walmart supercenter for minimum wage supplemented by various social programs like food stamps. Sexuality : Heterosexual. On's and Offs : Chris has never had a sexual encounter or sexual partner. He doesn't know what he likes and doesn't like. Theme Song(s) : Economize Crush - Home (- Love In Chains (- Invisible (: Chris is the lead singer and guitarist for a truly execrable Rammstein cover band that has branched out into covering other NDH groups. The bassist, Jerry, has written a few original songs but only Chris and Jerry bothered to learn them so they don't perform them as much. Chris got into this band because the drummer, Timmy, works at the same Walmart and because Chris has a van (that they can use to carry their equipment to gigs). Chris also performs in a professional wrestling organization that is very small, low budget, and considers it a nadir if they perform in front of more than fifty people. Chris knows how to set up a wrestling ring and is part of a stable called 'the Six Sinister' where he plays a silent enforcer character named 'Baron Badass.' All the characters have similarly alliterative names combining a rank and descriptor - Duke Dominator, Evil Esquire, Prince Pain, Killer King, and Violent Viscount. Connections : TBD. (: Davina SinclaryNickname(s) | Aliases : Sin DOB | Age : 9/19 | 23Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Female | female | She/her Marital Status : Single Family : Her father who she doesn’t know is a villain of sorts already. Deacon the man that raised her and all his merry band of misfits. Height | Build : 5’8 | lithe hourglass Hair | Eyes : Black falls in thick waves down to the small of her back | Dark brown with flakes of gold in it Distinguishing Features : Nose piercings (see image), Powered or Non-Powered : Powered Classification : Natural Power Set : Shadow Magic-Sin has the ability to manipulate shadows, changing their shape, creating illusions and is starting to gain the ability to create solid constructs out of them. The constructs are simple at this point, but she is always practicing and trying to expand on her abilities. She also has the ability to become one with the surrounding shadows, fading from view and becoming the darkness itself. This allows her to travel through the shadows as well. And see in complete darkness. Weakness-The more light there is the harder it is for her to work her gift. This gift almost makes her more sensitive to natural sunlight. Burning farm more easily than anyone else normally would. Unnatural light in large enough doses can cause migraines and weakness. Weapons camp; Skills : The shadows are her weapons, limited to simple weapons at the moment. But still as long as there is darkness she as something to work with. Brawler and street fighter, Thief/B and E expert, escape artist, artist, gymnastics, stealth, Personality : Sin is like the shadows, mysterious, and with a dark sense of humor. She seems to keep parts of herself closed off and hidden away from people. So she never really talks about her past, just tidbits here and there. But she is not shy, forward, flirty, strong, and stubborn. She has a passion for music and is very intelligent though doesn't flaunt it. She seems to have a fiery spirit that struggles with the darkness within. It may seem like she is hiding something deep within her. Only her eyes seem to give away any hint to the caged passion hidden with her. The mixture of darkness and light has found a delicate balance within herself. She tries to maintain that balance, but there are times when the darkness within almost seems to overshadow the light within her soul. A struggle she continues to have within herself, but for now, it is a struggle she is winning. Likes : motorcycles, rock music, drawing, painting, beer, alcohol, pizza, Silver and jewel (shines!), thunderstorms, nighttime, cloudy days, Dislikes : getting stuck in the sun to long, being caged, authority figures, pretentious people, Fears : losing her abilities and being truly vulnerable again, being captured and being some sort of experiment, letting someone in close, History : Not much is known about Sin’s origins, she was simply dropped off at the church steps one evening. Like the horrible movie cliché, only there was no sad note or tearful goodbye. The true identity of her parents was unknown, but there was magic and darkness in her blood. So there she was, a small baby with bright blue eyes left on some steps and expected to learn how to survive all on her own. Being bounced from home to home she never stayed anywhere long enough to make any real life, friends, or home. Most of the adults would comment on her strange behaviors and say she was simply too much to handle. In truth, they were scared of the strange things that would happen around her. Shadows playing on walls, dark shadows haunting the halls, and her ability to just pop out of nowhere always served to make any adult unnerved by her. At the age of 14, Devin got tired of being bounced around and ran away. She took to the streets and found that she had a whole new way of life available to her. She took to stealing and simply doing what was needed to survive. This is when and where she met Deacon an older homeless man that seemed to be king of the streets so to speak. He took her in and added her to his brood of misfits. The next few years were spent being a pain in the ass to the authorities, and making her way through the world however she pleased. Years later Sin broke out on her own but still owes Deacon for giving her a home when she was all alone. Now living in an abandoned building she’s been pimping out for years. Squatters' rights for the win right? She does what she wants, goes where she wants, and plays with whomever she wants. What more could a girl ask for in life?? Sexuality : Bisexual. On's and Offs : on’s off’s (#msg859410)Theme Song(s) : Just some flavor. Extras : (( (( (( (: TBD. (: Reese NahsiriNickname(s) | Aliases : Ink DOB | Age : 12/22 | 19Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Fluid | Fluid | In the form that they appear, he/him - she / her or them / they. Marital Status : Single Family : Alice Hey Siri - Grandmother - Retired and living comfortably in a small condo, Reese has always been welcomed there and has a room that they stay in. A traditionally Catholic individual who had attempted to instill such values and belief in Reese. Thomas Hey Siri - Estranged Sarah Hey Siri - Dead - Died during Reese's birth. Height | Build : 5'5" - 6'0 typically Hair | Eyes : Matte black in most forms and black eyes Distinguishing Features : Multiple tattoo's cover Ink's arms, back, chest, freely changing them depending on their mood. Powered or Non-Powered : Powered Classification : Natural - From birth Reese has had these powers. Power Set : Liquid Body / Manipulation The liquid material which Ink consists of is neither water nor actually Ink but instead some sort of malleable dark matter. Not possessing normal human physiology, Reese doesn't need to breathe or even eat food to survive but instead does need to intake liquids. It can be any sort of liquid that Ink is capable of absorbing into themselves, whether water, actual ink, blood. However, depending on the type of liquid will determine how quickly Reese can then process and manipulate it. Shape Changing - Reese can change their appearance at will even to appear as inanimate objects to either hide or use their body as a weapon. Simple alterations can be done at will, changing height, mass or more complex transformations can take a bit more time depending on what is being done. Limited by the amount of liquid that has absorbed and if opting to take a smaller shape will be made weaker and needing to absorb fluids to return to a larger size. Ink Duplicate - In the same way that Reese can shrink willingly, Reese is also able to limited split in two and control the false duplicate. This splits Reese's reserves right down the middle and is can be a bit disorienting to do. Once done, Reese can opt to merge once more with the duplicate to regain the resources that were lost. Absorption - Can intake fluids to reinforce or strengthen the current form. Reese is still terribly inexperienced when it comes to their powers, having learned this much about them but not even knowing why, how or where they even came from. Weapons camp; Skills : Gymnastics, Parkour, Breaking and Entering, Cat Burglary, Mechanics, Judo (though more at a beginner level even though having done it since Middle School.) Personality : Reese, or whatever name they might be going with at the time tries to decide on a daily basis the type of person that they are going to be. Even from an early age, Reese who managed hide their true appearance and appear like any normal human always felt a bit alien and different around them. In those days, Reese would try to be like whomever they were around at the time as if to blend and hide the awkward lack of understanding that they possessed. That attempt only ultimately left Reese feeling distant from their peers with no real connections beyond that of their grandmother. That separation grew into a lack of trust and resentment for all those around and sent them on a path of self discovery and one that was sick of just simply blending in. In short - there is a bit of a split. The Reese you see and the Reese that is. The Reese you see, will be as fluid as the situation calls for. While the Reese that is; secret, untrusting, cautious with information and scared to lose sense of true self but loves the thrill of danger and impulsive when it comes to things that are of interest. Likes : Learning about other people, "Bad" Weather, the dark / nighttime, all sorts of music - though prefers loud and something that can almost be felt and really anything that can help make Ink feel whether drugs or anything of the like. Motorcycles. Dislikes : Nosy and judgmental people, authority figures - especially their father, showing their real appearance. Fears : Deserts or extremely dry areas, being trapped or losing sense of self. Also, freezing. History : Raised by their Grandmother, Reese spent many years homeschooled as they grew of age and just learning to control and stabilize their own power. Around Middle School, started attending public school and socializing but each day feeling more like an outcast despite seemingly having no issues making friends. Even starting to take gymnastics and Judo as after school activities. High School years - Reese went full into the teenaged rebellion and with their abilities had a very easy time not getting caught doing it. Parties, concerts, drugs, tattoos and bad decisions were the earmark of Reese's time from Freshman all the way up to Senior, that said to help maintain the cover Reese's grades didn't slip. Not that they were a particularly great student to start with, and they still maintained their after school activities for gymnastics and Judo. After School - Reese was aimless, listless and had no real goals. Science interested them only so far as that it might be able to provide answers as to why they were different, but had very little knack for it. Instead, Reese opted to lean into what they were given. Adopting the moniker of Ink, they will do odd jobs for those willing to pay, or if no jobs are around they will scout and steal things to pawn or fence. Some of those funds go to their grandma, who might not have seemed to need them but felt repaying her for all her kindness was the least they could do. Sexuality : Disaster Bisexual's and Offs : On's - Switch | Depending (Very fluid) - Sex is weird for Ink, at least is able to feel pleasure and pain if has done a complete transformation. Enjoys dirty talk, rough or vanilla type of play.| Off's are mutilation, scat, vomit. Though there are probably more, if something comes up it can be discussed. Theme Song(s) : Nothing face - I Am Him (| Avenged Sevenfold - Beast and the Harlot (| Everlast - So Long (| Jace Everett - Bad Things (: Owns a motorcycle - Suzuki Marauder Connections :Rook - Ink has worked with Rook on a couple of jobs in the past. Other Reese:(( : Rung JinNickname(s) | Aliases : TigersharkDOB | Age : November 12th | 22Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Male | Non-Binary | They/Them Marital Status : Single Family : Rung has lost most of their family and their closest bonds are to friends. Rung needs more friends, but they worry about hurting them. Height | Build : 5'10" | Lean/Fit Hair | Eyes : Black | Dark Brown Distinguishing Features : Many tattoos including on their face and neck, pierced ears, nose and tongue. Powered or Non-Powered : Powered Classification : Other - Cursed/Possessed Power Set :Possessed by Kamohoali’i: Rung is possessed by the shark deity Kamohoali'i. This grants him the ability to commune with aquatic life, to manipulate water and to transform into a shark-like monster, but it has also afflicted him with a second mind to contend with at all times. Kamohoali'I is a primal thing of raw, animal instincts. Hydrokinesis: Rung can move water with gestures. He can only move a few gallons at a time, but he can do so with surprising force. He cannot generate water. Aquatic Telepathy: Rung can telepathically commune with sealift, asking them questions or making requests. He cannot make them obey him. Shark Form: Rung can transform into a towering humanoid shark around nine feet tall and weighing hundreds of pounds. In this form, he is far faster, tougher and stronger, but he also has to permanently focus to prevent Kamohoali'i from taking over entirely. He is prone to extreme aggression in this form. As a shark, he can breathe underwater, swim extremely fast and his claws and teeth can shear through steel. Weapons camp; Skills :Physically Fit, Good Sprinter, Highly Agile, Free-Running, Personality :Rung's interactions with the world are extremely colored by the permanent presence of kamohoali'i. The shark deity is a primal, instinctive thing that can be extremely aggressive. Rung doesn't want to hurt those around them, and so they always try to make sure they have plenty of outlets for the other soul in their body. Due to the disturbing, graphic thoughts of the shark deity Rung likes to create intense, often upsetting artwork as an outlet. Rung also has a drink and drug habit that he feels tempers the shark. Kamohoali'I is ancient and extremely proud. He looks down on humanity as pests or food, often urging Rung towards the baser instincts. He encourages over-eating, indulgence, and sex and will regularly berate Rung if Rung shows restraint or self-control. Kamohoali is violent and lustful, but he is also honorable and honest with an exceptional sense of loyalty. Likes :Drinking, Drugs, Painting, Sculpting, Loud Music (Rap/Rock), Rare Meat, Dislikes :Salads, Overcooked Meat, Quiet Reflection, Killjoys, Bigots, Judgmental People, Prudes Fears :Snapping and letting Kamohoali'I kill and eat a person. History :-Sgt; Rung grew up the son of a first-generation Korean immigrant who left her home nation to flee Rung's abusive father, who he never met. -Sgt; Rung had a relatively ordinary early life doing well in school but not exceeding his peers notably. He was happy.-Sgt; On a holiday to Hawaii in his early teens Rung was diving when a sudden current dragged him into an underwater cavern. While scrambling to get his bearings he picked up an ancient carved necklace inlaid with symbols. It crumbled in his hands and he first heard the growling, guttural voice of Kamohoali'i in his head.-Sgt; On returning home Rung continued to hear this voice urging him toward violence. He took up artistry and created impressive but disturbing artwork as an outlet. -Sgt; Eventually Rung first transformed while swimming alone. The experience disturbed him further, and he started using drugs and drink to quiet the voice of the shark.-Sgt; As a young adult Rung came out as non-binary. The acceptance of their nature seemed to help their control a little.-Sgt; Rung now works as an artist but has been known to occasionally deal drugs including weed and hallucinogenics. Rung is very worried about the ever-present risk that kamohoali'I presents to anyone they get close to. Sexuality :Pansexual On's and Offs :Rung is a firm switch with a sadomasochistic streak who can be very kinky. They prefer casual sex, though. Rung has never yet had sex in their shark form. Theme Song(s) :Rung:Chief Keep - Love Sosa (- Bring Your Whole Crew (:Feel free to note other details that may not fit elsewhere. Connections :TBD.(Hello Cocaine, I know I am entering late, so I am fine with my character being considered last.(: Vanessa SoftNickname(s) | Aliases : Jen | Gem DOB | Age : 19Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Female | Female | she/her Marital Status : Single Family : Immediate family, those closest to them, or notable figures. Alisha Jones: martial arts teacher and substitute parent figure Height | Build : 5'7"Hair | Eyes : Long, straight, silky bronze hair | Brown Distinguishing Features : While her skin is soft and smooth, it does not indent with pressure, unless a lot of force is exerted. She has large breasts for her build and zero sag. Powered or Non-Powered : Powered Classification : Unknown, one day she fell into a coma and when she woke up she had powers Power Set : Invulnerability Invulnerability: Her body is becoming impervious to injury, ignores heat, cold, and other environmental effects. Her invulnerability is a 2 part package. The first part is a change in her physical makeup. The second part is a field she can put up for protection. When her skin is actually cut, a very faint lattice work of energy can be seen suffusing her body, from just under her skin and inwards. When she pushes her force field out, it is a golden lattice work of energy. Low level Regeneration: Her body is constantly seeking to stay the same physically as the point at which she gained her powers. Note: She is still able to learn new skills and gain new memories. As a side effect she can exert herself to absolute maximum levels of muscle use, allowing her to lift, run, jump, and throw at Olympic athlete levels and does not suffer muscle burn. She still suffers muscle fatigue. At the beginning, she doesn't get hurt by random things like stubbing her toe, stepping on sharp objects, getting hit by untrained people. Fire and Cold will also slowly have less and less an effect on her. Her body will grow to stopping small arms fire and finally being able to ignore up to handheld military grade weapons, basically up to anti-tank weapons. Anything bigger than that will require her to activate her field. At first, she will be able to maintain the field for seconds at a time and only for herself, stopping small arms fire and muscle powered attacks. But with practice, she will be able to cover other people and maintain it for hours at a time, the bigger the field the less time she can maintain the field, and will be able to stop bigger and bigger attacks. Once she gets to her full power, you better have nukes on hand. Weaknesses:Loss of Sensitivity: as she becomes more invulnerable, her awareness of temperature around her decreases. Her sensitivity to touch gets strange: a light, feathery touch is perceptible to her or a heavy, rough contact, anything in between she will start missing. She could walk across white-hot coals and if she is blindfolded, she won't even know they are hot, although she will be able to tell she is on a lot of round small surfaces. Fuel: The use of her powers takes up large amounts of calories at the beginning. Training will lower how much caloric energy she uses to create her fields. Overusing her force field will begin to reduce her natural levels of invulnerability. Pushing herself too much without having the necessary amount of caloric energy can cause her to black out. If she keeps taxing her body in this way she will eventually die. Unchanging: Her body no longer changes, she will not age, she can't gain more muscle mass with training. She doesn't scar, and her hair stays the same length, immediately regrowing after it is cut or damaged. Note: It still might be possible for her to die of old age. AS time progresses this will become more of an issue, even after she comes of age for drinking, she will always be carded. Strangers will always talk down to her like she is a teenager. She still needs to be able to breathe, although she will recover from drugs faster than normal. She can be overpowered and restrained by normal means. Weapons camp; Skills :Photography: she can use a camera, develop film, use computer editing tools at a professional level History: she has read a lot of history and has a good memory Martial Arts: Basic Self defense classes as of now. Note: As time passes she will train seriously in martial arts. Personality : Vanessa was a generally nice person who tries to be nice and help others. After the death of her parents, she has gotten a little cynical and less open with people, she spends more time looking for where the next bad thing is going to come from than she used to. She lives by three things now:Responsibility: She takes responsibility for her actions. Owning up to your mistakes and correcting them was the way to gain people's respect. It doesn't matter how other people act, what matters is how she acts and what she does. Just because other people are asses, doesn't mean she has to be one. When people respected you, they were more likely to work with you instead of against you. World is not Fair: Always be on the lookout, the world is not fair, bad things happen to good people. Things can go wrong at a moments notice, everyone should look out for each other. You can do everything right, but that doesn't guarantee that the world will be fair or just. And it doesn't even have anything to do with people being self-absorbed or self-centered, it could be just random bad luck that smacks you in the face. Flaws:Distrustful of Men: As she grew up, she learned that she had to be careful around men, they mostly only had one goal, and that was to get her into bed. They would appear to do her favors and then expect her to sleep with them. Several times when she found herself alone with a man, he would try to physically force himself on her, and she had to run. Having to be Pretty: She is concerned with looking pretty at all times. Vanessa has been conditioned by society to believe that her worth is based on how pretty she is, every other ability/trait she possesses comes second to that. She will spend hours picking the right outfit. She tries to avoid activities that mess up how she looks and while she doesn't use much makeup, it has to be right. Fighting off Aloneness: since the death of her parents, she has been feeling disconnected, has no place in the world. Family gives purpose/ place in life. Recklessness: As she becomes more invulnerable, she will become more reckless and willing to do life-threatening stuff. Repressed Anger: She has been told "no" so much while she was growing up, that she has anger at the world. She has repressed that anger, and it can flare up at odd times, especially when things aren't going her way, especially now that she is becoming more invulnerable. Likes : Assertive women, pizza, chocolate, reading, history, photography, all pets. Dislikes : entitled behavior, arrogance, objectification, discrimination, being under influence of mind-altering substances Fears : Being alone History : Vanessa Soft moved into Little Jalisco at the start of her senior year of high school. She had lived a normal life, had two great parents who loved her and did their best for her. Grade School, Middle School, High School she did well, wasn't the top of the class, but a very solid B average. She didn't participate in sports, because she had an Iron Deficiency and she bruised really easily. In High School instead of participating in sports, she joined the photography club and took pictures for the school newspaper and yearbook. When she came out to her parents, there was some friction, but they still loved her and accepted her in the end after many discussions. Everything was on track in Vanessa's life, she had been accepted to the local college already, although she was still deciding on what to major in. The month before graduation, things got a little weird around the house, but her parents refused to explain what was going on, telling her to focus on school and that they had it handled. Graduation came, and her parents never made it to see her receive her diploma, they had been in a car accident and died. The police report said that her father had been driving drunk when he crashed into an electrical pole. Vanessa found this hard to believe because her parents rarely drank and never when they were driving. What also added to her uneasy, her house had been broken into and searched, but nothing was apparently missing. Vanessa was an only child and her parents were only children that were estranged from their parents. Vanessa inherited everything. Her accountant father had also recently taken out a large life insurance, which Vanessa inherited, so she was set as long as she was smart with her money. One day, she needed to get out of her house, it was too big for just one person, and it kept reminding her of her parents and all the questions around their deaths. She went on a long walk around town and ended up close to a strip filled with bars, she was accosted by two drunk college boys. They decided they wanted some fun and accosted Vanessa, she was outnumbered and surrounded. One had just wrapped her up in his arms as she was kicking and scratching wildly at the one in front of her when back up came, a dark skinned older woman who kicked the crap out of the wannabe rapists. Alisha, the woman who had saved her taught a self-defense course and Vanessa joined up. Since then Alisha has become a parent figure for Vanessa, a substitute for her lost parents. Sexuality : :Lesbian On's and Offs : On's: energetic sex, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, Big Strains, being pinned, being stripped, light bondage Offs: No bathroom stuff, no more, no gore unless in a fight scene and only with my permission, Edging/orgasm denial, torture scenes, toilet scenes, major bondage, slavery, heavy angst or drama scenes, and heavy mind control where my character isn't able to act. Theme Song(s) : One Woman Army (: Feel free to note other details that may not fit elsewhere. Connections : TBD. Rook: they go to the same gym and have worked out together a bit for the last year after Vanessa graduated from high school (: Maine JeffersonNickname(s) | Aliases : KJ, Land, Esper, Psycho, Mr. Magician (for Kid's shows)DOB | Age : 10-15 | 22Sex | Gender Identity | Pronouns: Male | He/Him Marital Status : Single Family : Benjamin Jefferson - Father - 45Taya Reed Jefferson - Mother - 42Laurence Jefferson - Younger Brother (Twins) - 16Lana Jefferson - Younger Sister (Twins) - 16Extended Family (Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Etc...) Height | Build : 6'4 | Ripped Hair | Eyes : His hair is black and usually either loosely dreaded or kept in a nappy Afro - Hazel eyes Distinguishing Features : He has a ton of tattoos he got from 16 up. He's also got a tongue piercing. Powered or Non-Powered : Powered Classification : Alien - The "artifact" (he found mutated his DNA to something beyond human. Power Set : PsionicsTelekinesis - Maine has the ability to use psionic energy generated by his brain to manipulate the environment and people around him without physically touching them; AKA he has telekinesis. Using this power, Maine can grab objects and pull them to himself or turn them into projectiles. He can freely manipulate how they move through space. He can lift and throw a vehicle like a car or truck, but anything bigger, and he would receive backlash similar to a migraine as well as a nasty nosebleed. The largest amount of objects he can manipulate at once at the moment is about 10, but maintaining that amount of focus for long is difficult. The more he moves at once, the lighter the objects have to be for him to keep full control. Telepathy - Maine's brainwaves are so powerful, he can project his thoughts into another person's mind, and hear theirs as well, allowing telepathic communication between him and a chosen target. Sometimes he can hear surface thoughts if he doesn't actively not try. When putting in actual effort, he can read deeper thoughts and memories, although he's not great at it yet and can cause headaches or unconsciousness in the person he's reading if he's not careful. As of now he's more of a hammer than a scalpel. He can't control minds, but he can cause mental "static" in people's heads that makes it hard to remember his presence. Although he's rough around the edges, he is immune to any telepathic intrusions from a psionic weaker than him. Force Fields - By surrounding himself with psionic energy and pulling it close to himself, he can create an invisible force field that protects him from harm and repels projectiles and energy away from him. As of now, his force field is bulletproof, and he can walk off being run over or a fall from a great height. Constant damage will wear at the field though, and eventually it will crack and shatter, sending feedback into his skull while simultaneously leaving him without protection. He can cover other people, but the bigger the field, the weaker it is overall and more than a few will make it worthless as of now. He can create a wall or barrier that offers greater protection, but at the cost of decreased area of protection(i.e. barrier instead of sphere leaving parts vulnerable and exposed) Force Blasts (Future) - With focus, he will be able to gather energy and expel it outward like an invisible concentrated blast. Think Force Push from Star Wars. He can channel this energy through his arms, and uses his fingers like a gun for low power, and throws his arm or both arms out for higher power. Jumping/Flight - Having TK means Maine can manipulate anything around him, including himself. By flinging himself through the air, he can jump fair heights and distances. He can technically fly by continuously controlling himself in the air, but ironically has almost no control over his fine motor skills at the moment, and it's more dangerous to try and constantly manipulate himself in the air than just jump. Last time he tried, he crashed into a building. Weaknesses/Flaws - Maine's powers aren't always "on"(although ironically sometimes he can't turn his telepathy off). He has to mentally or reflexively activate them, so it's fully possible to catch him off guard or surprise him while he's not using them. As tough as his barriers and force field are, Maine himself is just a squishy human underneath. Bullets and knives pierce his skin just as easily as a normal person, his bones are just as easily broken, and he is also vulnerable to things like temperature, poisons, gases, etc. if he's not protected by the field before he's exposed to whatever it is. As a young and inexperienced psychic, he is vulnerable to mental intrusions by anyone with stronger powers or more experience and skill than him. There's a chance he could fight them off, but there's a better chance he'd lose that fight. Weapons camp; Skills : Fighter - Maine has been trained in Martial Arts since he was young, with a focus on Muay Thai, BJJ, and Boxing. Melee Weapons - Maine has been in enough street fights that he knows how to use pretty much anything lying around as a makeshift weapon. Trained Marksman - Although he rarely uses guns, Maine is highly proficient with them thanks to his SEAL father training him in gun usage and safety from a young age. Charismatic - He's a smooth operator, has a killer smile and a way with words. He had to learn to hustle and how to wheel and deal and get business in the streets. Magic - Magic was always an escape for Maine when he was young, and he actually got perfect at it as he got older. Now it helps to pay his bills. Mechanical Marvel - If his life had gone right, Maine would've probably ended up as a Master Mechanic, as he can basically repair anything. Chef - As a child who spent a lot of his time alone, he learned to cook for himself early on. Personality : Maine acts like he looks if that makes sense. He's pretty chill and laid-back, but he's also quick with a smile. His dry and sarcastic sense of humor kept more than a few spirits up in his friend circles despite everyone feeling like shit most of the time. Even though he is quite casual and lackadaisical in his attitude, he was still raised by a soldier turned government agent, so when the situation calls for it, he can switch up quick and become the most respectable, well-mannered, disciplined man you've ever seen. Life on the streets and changed his outlook on life and death. He's seen so much death and other fucked up shit he feels twisted up inside. The way he sees them now is skewed, and he often makes dark, nihilistic jokes as a coping mechanism. His PTSD and Survivor's Guilt also plague him and negatively effect not only his outlook, but his behavior when he's having a terrible episode or a shitty day. He looks out for himself, but will put himself on the line for others. Strangers, it depends on the scenario, but if you've got his trust, he'll go through hell or high water to have your back. He suffers deeply from his families' treatment of him his entire life after realizing his parents never really loved him, and none of the other adults in his life seemed to notice or care, while the twins got it all. He suffers not only from abandonment issues, inadequacy and self-confidence problems, but both resents his family and longs for their affections. Been in therapy since he was eighteen. Likes : Any type of vehicle, puzzles, deep dish pizza, cooking, video games, reading, music Dislikes : Bugs, Bigots, Military Brass, The Police, Three Letter Agencies (CIA, DEA, FBI, etc...), Assholes, His entire family. Fears : Dying alone, Failing to save another life, Never seeing his family again History : Maine was born the first son of Benjamin and Taya Jefferson. He was a Navy SEAL turned CIA Agent, and she was a Physician. They met during a routine evaluation, and after several sessions where they realized they were developing feelings, she referred him to a colleague to maintain professionalism, but not before giving him her number because she liked him a lot. They dated for a year before getting married, and had Maine a few years after a hard partying weekend (he was an accident). Benjamin was a traditional man who wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. He enrolled him in martial arts, taught him everything there is to know about guns, and crammed an auto shop's worth of knowledge into his head about cars; the whole nine yards. His mom was there, but distant as she focused a lot on her career and usually deferred to his dad. And once the twins were born, any attention she had left was given to them while his taskmaster father got to be a doting daddy again. As he got older, Maine gravitated toward the fighting aspect because hitting people was cathartic and the cheers from the fans and other parents replaced the love he was no longer getting from his family. He started to win trophies in his martial arts competitions and began to generate a buzz. As he did better and better, he got pushed harder and harder. A close friend showed him a magic trick one day to cheer him up, and Maine got hooked. Magic quickly became his escape from the world and his father, and whenever he had free time he'd practice, because if his dad wasn't on his ass to train or help him fix something around the house, or his mom wasn't saddling him with errands or chores or making him cook, both parents were ignoring him to spoil the twins. He won three Silver Gloves boxing tournaments when he was 12, 13, and 15 (he took a year off when they had to move because of his dad's job). After he won a Golden Gloves trophy when he turned 16, his dad decided he was good enough to go pro. Maine just gritted his teeth and tried to make his father proud of him, tried to make him finally show he loved him. He won his debut fight with a brutal knockout in the first round. This continued for the year with him claiming an impressive 10-0 record, but all the extra stress and training put him in the hospital from exhaustion and several other symptoms that spawned from neglect. His mother, a fucking doctor didn't even visit him while he was sick. When he was finally discharged and the first thing the dad said was the doctors told them he could start training in just two weeks, the realization finally smashed Maine over the head like a bag of bricks. His parents didn't love him at all. His dad only wanted famous boxer to carry on his name and show the world he meant something, and his mom just didn't give a shit. He ran away from home in the middle of the night, throwing away his blossoming professional career, his family, and everything he'd ever known for his own mental health and well-being. He ended up couch-surfing until one of his best friends Antonio introduced him to petty crime. It was a quick, easy way to make money and support himself since no one else would. Before he knew it, he was selling dope on the corner, stealing cars, and kicking in doors. He saw friends get hurt or killed. He hurt people...and did worse. Furthermore, he was a slave to the streets before he realized it, but saved up enough for a decent apartment and a car so he wasn't homeless at least. After a few jail visits and seeing the friend who'd gotten him into the life, who'd been there with him the entire time get his face blown off right next to him, only to barely escape with his own life over a deal gone bad, it was enough to scare him straight. At the age of eighteen, he applied for a job as a mechanic and has been working at "Charlie's Auto Works" ever since, and he does magic street shows, kid's parties and games of chance for some extra cash. A few months ago, he went camping in the woods to decompress, and what he can only describe as an alien artifact (crashed only a few feet from his tent while he was sleeping. He saw it as a sign that not only were aliens real, but that he actually mattered to the universe if he was the one guy out of billions to find it. He took it home, keeping it on his nightstand after figuring out it had a warmth to it. One night he rubbed it before he went to bed as always, and he saw intense, terrifying visions of alien beings on an alien world. He passed out and woke up 24 hours later with dried blood coming from his nose and ears, and the object's glow had vanished along with its warmth. It was then his powers began to manifest, and he's been training them in secret ever since, and using them to help him make extra money when he can, although he hasn't gone back to outright crime yet. Sexuality : Heterosexual On's and Offs : On's - Vanilla Sex, Romantic gestures, Rough Sex, Role-playing, Risky Sex (public places, chance of being caught, etc...) Off's - Gore, More, Watersports, overly nasty stuff Theme Song(s) : All Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix (On My Wayward Son - Kansas (Change Hero - The Heavy (: Maine self-medicates to help deal with the night terrors and episodes from his PTSD, as well as the visions and voices in his head that came from the rock and never quite left. Usually with weed and alcohol, but he's no stranger to pills. After what he's seen and knowing what he does about his father, he has no trust or faith in the US Military or US Government. He is no contact with his family and hasn't seen any of them in person in years because they act like they've done nothing wrong. He still stalks them on social media though. Connections : TBD.

Infamy - [Game Info & Character Thread]|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Altaria87 vs. Raykura

As you enter the Arena, you see a dark skinned man with red hair and a black cape. As he activates his purple duel disk you see three golden triangles on his hand."YOU DARE BRING LIGHT TO MY LAIR!?" RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Spoiler Hide *Hand Updates* Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Soul of Purity and Light 6. Nova Summoner 7. Nova Summoner 8. Nova Summoner 9. Shining Angel 10. Shining Angel 11. Shining Angel 12. Guardian of Order 13. Guardian of Order 14. D.D. Warrior Lady 15. D.D. Warrior Lady 16. The Fiend Megacyber 17. The Fiend Megacyber 18. Power Invader 19. Power Invader 20. Chaos Sorcerer 21. Sangan 22. Giant Germ 23. Giant Germ 24. Giant Germ 25. Tragoedia 26. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 27. Morphing Jar 28. Terraforming 29. Terraforming 30. Luminous Spark 31. Luminous Spark 32. Mystical Space Typhoon 33. Heavy Storm 34. Lightning Vortex 35. Swords of Revealing Light 36. Brain Control 37. Bottomless Trap Hole 38. Bottomless Trap Hole 39. Dimensional Prison 40. Dimensional Prison 41. Dimensional Prison 42. Dark Bribe 43. Dark Bribe 44. Dark Bribe 46. Solemn Judgement 47. Magic Cylinder 48. Call of the Haunted 49. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- - - - -[/table]A trail of bright whitefish yellow light & a dark purplish black orb fly in." Yes, camp; we also bring.... Well, you KNO-"DARKNESS!!" The orb interrupts." Anyway, I am Benevolent, spirit of good." The trail of light explains."AND I AM MALEVOLENT!! SPIRIT OF EVIL!" The orb screams. Malevolos, please don't scream at our opponent." Benevolos requests, sounding slightly intimidated." I'LL DO WHAT I WANT!! And right now I say we roll dice."".... Well, it's orderly enough, I guess." The 2 spirits merge into a gray humanoid, & conjure up purple dice with yellow numbers." Don't worry, I'll roll fairly, promise." Benevolos assures." Goody no-shoes...." The dice are then thrown. Initiative:(1d20)[20](20)Opening Draws:(5d49)[42][7][10][13][17](89)RE-ROLLS (If necessary.):(3d49)[28][8][39](75) "Well then: YOU MUST DIE!" Shadow energy appears around Ganondorf's duel disk as he draws his first hand.(1d20)[4](5d40)[6][7][3][27][39](82)(3d40)[27][35][9](71){table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 4. Slate Warrior 5. Slate Warrior 8. Jinn Presided of Rituals 9. Jinn Presided of Rituals 10. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 11. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 12. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 13. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 16. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 17. Card Guard 18. Card Guard 19. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 20. GAAP the Divine Soldier 21. GAAP the Divine Soldier 22. Ritual of Destruction 23. Ritual of Destruction 24. Ritual of Destruction 25. Burden of the Mighty 26. Burden of the Mighty 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Heavy Storm 30. Lightning Vortex 31. Lightning Vortex 32. Torrential Tribute 33. Mirror Force 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Dimensional Prison 36. Dark Bribe 37. Dark Bribe 38. Dark Bribe 40. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide -Slate Warrior -Jinn Presided of Rituals -Bottomless Trap Hole -Burden of the Mighty -Garland, King of Destruction Face Downs: RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Nova Summoner Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber Deck: 42 Cards as of this turn's Draw Phase (Just performed my opening draws.). Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Nova Summoner 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. Shining Angel 9. Guardian of Order 10. D.D. Warrior Lady 11. D.D. Warrior Lady 12. The Fiend Megacyber 13. Power Invader 14. Power Invader 15. Chaos Sorcerer 16. Sangan 17. Giant Germ 18. Giant Germ 19. Giant Germ 20. Tragoedia 21. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 22. Morphing Jar 23. Terraforming 24. Terraforming 25. Luminous Spark 26. Luminous Spark 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Heavy Storm 29. Lightning Vortex 30. Swords of Revealing Light 31. Brain Control 32. Bottomless Trap Hole 33. Bottomless Trap Hole 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Dimensional Prison 36. Dimensional Prison 37. Dark Bribe 38. Dark Bribe 39. Solemn Judgement 40. Magic Cylinder 41. Call of the Haunted 42. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide none Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel (Column 3.) Dark Bribe (Column 3.) Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - FD - -- - FD - -[/table]"NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST!" Malevolos screams, pointing with the half of the humanoid form he has control of."Oh, dear." Benevolos says, drawing a card.(1d44)[4](4)(Somehow I screwed up on the counting of the cards in my deck. I have 48 max, not 49. I've adjusted the deck's card's numbers accordingly, & intend to continue the duel as normal.)" I guess I should handle this. Furthermore, I set 1 monster camp; 1 Spell or Trap." Benevolos says cautiously, using the part of their "body" she has control over. [I'm fine with your solving of the number problem]"You know what, I really preferred the dark one."(1d35)[23]I summon Slate Warrior and play Burden of the Mighty and a Face Down. Slate Warrior destroys your face down and I end my turn. A soldier made out of clay rises from the ground and destroys your face down monster, as a strange energy starts draining power away form your monsters.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|SW|-|--|FD|Both|-|-[/table]Slate Warrior, 1900/400Burden of the Mighty Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 3. Slate Warrior 4. Slate Warrior 5. Jinn Presided of Rituals 6. Jinn Presided of Rituals 7. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 8. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 13. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 14. Card Guard 15. Card Guard 16. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 17. GAAP the Divine Soldier 18. GAAP the Divine Soldier 19. Ritual of Destruction 20. Ritual of Destruction 21. Ritual of Destruction 22. Burden of the Mighty 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Heavy Storm 26. Lightning Vortex 27. Lightning Vortex 28. Torrential Tribute 29. Mirror Force 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dark Bribe 34. Dark Bribe 35. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Jinn Presided of Rituals -Burden of the Mighty -Garland, King of Destruction Face Downs: 2: Bottomless Trap Hole RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 4 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Nova Summoner Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber Deck: 43 Cards as of this turn's Draw Phase (Just performed my opening draws.). Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Nova Summoner 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. Shining Angel 9. Guardian of Order 10. D.D. Warrior Lady 11. D.D. Warrior Lady 12. The Fiend Megacyber 13. Power Invader 14. Power Invader 15. Chaos Sorcerer 16. Sangan 17. Giant Germ 18. Giant Germ 19. Giant Germ 20. Tragoedia 21. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 22. Morphing Jar 23. Terraforming 24. Terraforming 25. Luminous Spark 26. Luminous Spark 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Heavy Storm 29. Lightning Vortex 30. Swords of Revealing Light 31. Brain Control 32. Bottomless Trap Hole 33. Bottomless Trap Hole 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Dimensional Prison 36. Dimensional Prison 37. Dark Bribe 38. Dark Bribe 39. Solemn Judgement 40. Magic Cylinder 41. Call of the Haunted 42. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SA - -- - DB - -[/table]SA= Shining Angel:1400 ATK/800 DEF"That's very nice. How about we say you DIDN'T play Burden of the Mighty, kiddo?"" And as for our monster, it's our Shining Angel, who will be Special Summoning another 1 of its kind. That is all." "You resort to simple bribery!? I thought better of you, evil blob!"(1d34)[32]In my Main Phase 2, I play face down another card, then end my turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|SW|-|--|FD|FD|-|-[/table]Slate Warrior, 1900/400Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 3. Slate Warrior 4. Slate Warrior 5. Jinn Presided of Rituals 6. Jinn Presided of Rituals 7. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 8. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 13. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 14. Card Guard 15. Card Guard 16. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 17. GAAP the Divine Soldier 18. GAAP the Divine Soldier 19. Ritual of Destruction 20. Ritual of Destruction 21. Ritual of Destruction 22. Burden of the Mighty 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Heavy Storm 25. Lightning Vortex 26. Lightning Vortex 27. Torrential Tribute 28. Mirror Force 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dark Bribe 33. Dark Bribe 34. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Burden of the Mighty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Jinn Presided of Rituals -Burden of the Mighty -Garland, King of Destruction Face Downs: 2: Bottomless Trap Hole 3: Dark Bribe RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Nova Summoner Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber Swords of Revealing Light Deck: 41 Cards as of this turn's Draw Phase. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Nova Summoner 6. Nova Summoner 7. Shining Angel 8. Shining Angel 9. Guardian of Order 10. D.D. Warrior Lady 11. D.D. Warrior Lady 12. The Fiend Megacyber 13. Power Invader 14. Power Invader 15. Chaos Sorcerer 16. Sangan 17. Giant Germ 18. Giant Germ 19. Giant Germ 20. Tragoedia 21. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 22. Morphing Jar 23. Terraforming 24. Terraforming 25. Luminous Spark 26. Luminous Spark 27. Mystical Space Typhoon 28. Heavy Storm 29. Lightning Vortex 30. Brain Control 31. Bottomless Trap Hole 32. Bottomless Trap Hole 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Dimensional Prison 35. Dimensional Prison 36. Dark Bribe 37. Dark Bribe 38. Solemn Judgement 39. Magic Cylinder 40. Call of the Haunted 41. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 8000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SA - -- - - - -[/table]SA= Shining Angel: 1400 ATK/800 DEF"I'M NOT A BLOB LIKE THIS, I'M HALF OF A HUMANOID!!" Malevolos screams, his half of the normally gray humanoid of energy blazing like fire & taking on his coloration as he yells this." We'll just draw now...." Benevolos says."YOU'D BETTER!" Malevolos screams at his partner.(1d42)[30](30)"We change Shining Angel to Defense Position, that's all.""OH COME ON?! That's all? You wuss...." Malevolos yells, quite ticked off at his partner." Malevolos, please.... Just, relax." Benevolos says, a bit unnerved." Gah." (1d33)[13]I summon Evil Hero Infernal Gainer, who removes himself from play to power up Slate Warrior-letting him attack twice. An armored man appears, then turns into a shadowy energy that infuses Slate Warrior. Now my Warrior destroys your Angel, then, if it summons another Angel I'll leave it be, but if it summons anything else, I'll destroy that as well. (Unless doing so would be obviously detrimental, e.g. Cyber Valley or something)End Turn{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|SW|-|--|FD|FD|-|-[/table]Slate Warrior, 1900/400Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 3. Slate Warrior 4. Slate Warrior 5. Jinn Presided of Rituals 6. Jinn Presided of Rituals 7. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 8. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 14. Card Guard 15. Card Guard 16. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 17. GAAP the Divine Soldier 18. GAAP the Divine Soldier 19. Ritual of Destruction 20. Ritual of Destruction 21. Ritual of Destruction 22. Burden of the Mighty 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Heavy Storm 25. Lightning Vortex 26. Lightning Vortex 27. Torrential Tribute 28. Mirror Force 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dark Bribe 32. Dark Bribe 33. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Burden of the Mighty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Evil Hero Infernal Gainer (0/2 Turns) Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Jinn Presided of Rituals -Burden of the Mighty -Garland, King of Destruction Face Downs: 2: Bottomless Trap Hole 3: Dark Bribe RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Nova Summoner Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber Swords of Revealing Light Deck: 38 Cards as of this turn (Opponent destroyed my Shining Angel which I used to Special Summon a Nova Summoner, which I used to Summon another Nova Summoner.). Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Shining Angel 6. Guardian of Order 7. D.D. Warrior Lady 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. The Fiend Megacyber 10. Power Invader 11. Power Invader 12. Chaos Sorcerer 13. Sangan 14. Giant Germ 15. Giant Germ 16. Giant Germ 17. Tragoedia 18. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 19. Morphing Jar 20. Terraforming 21. Terraforming 22. Luminous Spark 23. Luminous Spark 24. Mystical Space Typhoon 25. Heavy Storm 26. Lightning Vortex 27. Brain Control 28. Bottomless Trap Hole 29. Bottomless Trap Hole 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Dimensional Prison 33. Dark Bribe 34. Dark Bribe 35. Solemn Judgement 36. Magic Cylinder 37. Call of the Haunted 38. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide none Stats: 7500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SA - -- - - - -[/table]NS=Nova Summoner: 1400 ATK/800 DEF"Um...."" Let me, Benevolent. Ahem.... Then allow me to catch you on a technicality."(Note, this color of speech is meant to indicate Benevolent & Malevolent speaking in unison.)" We summon Nova Summoner using Shining Angel, who is we understand your wording correctly, you attack, as per the way you phrased your turn. Nova Summoner then Special Summons another Nova Summoner."(Does that change your move at all?) [SO MANY THINGS THAT SPECIAL SUMMONS A MONSTER WITH 1500 OR LESS ATTACK!] Yes, my Warrior destroys the Love Summoner your Angle summons, then I end my turn with your new Nova whatsit on the field. RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber The Fiend Megacyber Swords of Revealing Light Deck: 37 Cards as of this turn's Draw Phase. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Shining Angel 6. Guardian of Order 7. D.D. Warrior Lady 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Power Invader 10. Power Invader 11. Chaos Sorcerer 12. Sangan 13. Giant Germ 14. Giant Germ 15. Giant Germ 16. Tragoedia 17. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 18. Morphing Jar 19. Terraforming 20. Terraforming 21. Luminous Spark 22. Luminous Spark 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Heavy Storm 25. Lightning Vortex 26. Brain Control 27. Bottomless Trap Hole 28. Bottomless Trap Hole 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dark Bribe 34. Solemn Judgement 35. Magic Cylinder 36. Call of the Haunted 37. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Nova Summoner Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Nova Summoner (Column 4.) Stats: 7500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - NS FD -- - - - -[/table]NS=Nova Summoner: 1400 ATK/800 DEF"Then we shall draw."(1d38)[9](9)(Note: Rolling 1d38, because I mistakenly left a card that I had already drawn in the list of cards in my deck. Sorry, hopefully, no objections.)" Sigh.... Go ahead, Benevolent." Malevolos says, irritated." Once again, we set a monster, camp; as for Nova Summoner it's already in Defense Position." (1d32)[18]I activate another Burden of the Mighty, then Slate warrior destroys Nova Summoner, then, if it pops up another Shining Angel or Nova Summoner, I'll whack that too. If not, I'll whack your other monster. The clay monster charges forward, and another two of your monsters fall.[I'll see what I actually did before I end my turn]{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|SW|-|--|FD|FD|Both|-[/table]Slate Warrior, 1900/400Burden of the Mighty Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 3. Slate Warrior 4. Slate Warrior 5. Jinn Presided of Rituals 6. Jinn Presided of Rituals 7. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 8. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 13. Card Guard 14. Card Guard 15. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 16. GAAP the Divine Soldier 17. GAAP the Divine Soldier 19. Ritual of Destruction 20. Ritual of Destruction 21. Burden of the Mighty 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Heavy Storm 24. Lightning Vortex 25. Lightning Vortex 26. Torrential Tribute 27. Mirror Force 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dark Bribe 31. Dark Bribe 32. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Burden of the Mighty Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Evil Hero Infernal Gainer (1/2 Turns) Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Jinn Presided of Rituals -Ritual of Destruction -Garland, King of Destruction Face Downs: 2: Bottomless Trap Hole 3: Dark Bribe RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber The Fiend Megacyber Swords of Revealing Light Deck: 37 Cards as of this turn's Draw Phase. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Shining Angel 6. Guardian of Order 7. D.D. Warrior Lady 8. D.D. Warrior Lady 9. Power Invader 10. Power Invader 11. Chaos Sorcerer 12. Sangan 13. Giant Germ 14. Giant Germ 15. Giant Germ 16. Tragoedia 17. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 18. Morphing Jar 19. Terraforming 20. Terraforming 21. Luminous Spark 22. Luminous Spark 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Heavy Storm 25. Lightning Vortex 26. Brain Control 27. Bottomless Trap Hole 28. Bottomless Trap Hole 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Dark Bribe 33. Dark Bribe 34. Solemn Judgement 35. Magic Cylinder 36. Call of the Haunted 37. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Shining Angel Nova Summoner Nova Summoner Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide none Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Nova Summoner (Column 4.) Stats: 7500 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SA NS -- - - - -[/table]SA=Shining Angel: 1400 ATK/800 DEF"Nova Summoner 1 summons nothing by our choice. Our Face-Down monster was our LAST Nova Summoner. It is Special Summons our last Shining Angel."" Finally...." Malevolos says exasperatedly." Hey, don't criticize our defenses!"" Hey guy! You're done your turn over there?" Malevolos rudely asks, pointing at Ganondorf. "... Seriously? Ok, I end my turn." RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber The Fiend Megacyber Lightning Vortex Deck: 35 Cards as of this turn. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Shining Angel 6. Guardian of Order 7. D.D. Warrior Lady 8. Power Invader 9. Power Invader 10. Chaos Sorcerer 11. Sangan 12. Giant Germ 13. Giant Germ 14. Giant Germ 15. Tragoedia 16. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 17. Morphing Jar 18. Terraforming 19. Terraforming 20. Luminous Spark 21. Luminous Spark 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Heavy Storm 24. Brain Control 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dark Bribe 31. Dark Bribe 32. Solemn Judgement 33. Magic Cylinder 34. Call of the Haunted 35. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Shining Angel Nova Summoner Nova Summoner Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Nova Summoner (Column 4.) Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SA - -- - Soil - -[/table]Soil= Swords of Revealing Light(3 turns to go.)" Seriously." Malevolos says as Benevolent draws a card.(1d37)[25](25)"Alright, Benevolent, your strategy has gotten us nowhere. Let ME handle this. Shining Angel, attack position. Now attack Slate Warrior." The angel flies at the man of clay, being swatted away." Now, Shining Angel Special Summons D.D. Warrior Lady, who ALSO rams herself against Slate Warrior, camp; uses her ability to remove your monster from play." The warrior lady charges at Slate Warrior, tackling him down as a portal appears, sending both of them away." Um. That's reckless, but it works. I guess. At our Main Phase 2, we play Swords of Revealing Light, camp; end our turn, regardless of whether that works." Ganondorf watches his warrior being sent to an alternate dimension with a grimace. Then as the swords appear, he shoots a huge bolt of magical energy at them-shattering the swords, but allowing you to draw a card.[I activate Dark Bribe-anything else?] RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber The Fiend Megacyber Lightning Vortex Deck: 34 Cards as of this turn. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Shining Angel 6. Guardian of Order 7. D.D. Warrior Lady 8. Power Invader 9. Power Invader 10. Chaos Sorcerer 11. Sangan 12. Giant Germ 13. Giant Germ 14. Giant Germ 15. Tragoedia 16. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 17. Morphing Jar 18. Terraforming 19. Terraforming 20. Luminous Spark 21. Luminous Spark 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Heavy Storm 24. Brain Control 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dark Bribe 31. Dark Bribe 32. Solemn Judgement 33. Magic Cylinder 34. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Shining Angel Nova Summoner Nova Summoner Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted (Column 3.) Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - - - -- - FD - -[/table](1d35)[34](34)"1 Face-Down Spell or Trap. Is that okay?" Benevolos asks cautiously. "Well, if that ends your turn, it's my move!"(1d31)[11]At my turn's onset, Infernal Gainer returns. I then summon Jinn Presided of Rituals, who Gainer powers up. A warrior Genie appears, who is powered up by the armored man. Now Presided will attack you directly twice, doing 3600 damage. End Turn The Genie, now blazing with Arcane Strength, slashes you twice.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|DR|-|--|FD|-|BM|-[/table]Jinn Presided of Rituals, 1800/1400Burden of the Mighty Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 3. Slate Warrior 4. Slate Warrior 5. Jinn Presided of Rituals 6. Jinn Presided of Rituals 7. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 8. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 13. Card Guard 14. Card Guard 15. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 16. GAAP the Divine Soldier 17. GAAP the Divine Soldier 18. Ritual of Destruction 19. Ritual of Destruction 20. Burden of the Mighty 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Heavy Storm 23. Lightning Vortex 24. Lightning Vortex 25. Torrential Tribute 26. Mirror Force 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dark Bribe 30. Dark Bribe 31. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Burden of the Mighty -Dark Bribe Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Evil Hero Infernal Gainer (0/2 Turns) -Slate Warrior Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands -Ritual of Destruction -Garland, King of Destruction Face Downs: 2: Bottomless Trap Hole RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber The Fiend Megacyber Lightning Vortex Deck: 34 Cards as of this turn. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Soul of Purity and Light 5. Shining Angel 6. Guardian of Order 7. D.D. Warrior Lady 8. Power Invader 9. Power Invader 10. Chaos Sorcerer 11. Sangan 12. Giant Germ 13. Giant Germ 14. Giant Germ 15. Tragoedia 16. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 17. Morphing Jar 18. Terraforming 19. Terraforming 20. Luminous Spark 21. Luminous Spark 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Heavy Storm 24. Brain Control 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dark Bribe 31. Dark Bribe 32. Solemn Judgement 33. Magic Cylinder 34. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel Shining Angel Nova Summoner Nova Summoner Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted (Column 3.) Stats: 5800 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- - SA - -- - Both - -[/table][roll0]Both=Call of the Haunted(Equipped to the Shining Angel it revived.) Shining Angel:1000 ATK(-400 from opponent's Burden of the Mighty.)/800 DEF"Sorry, but I am not about to take 3600 damage. CALL OF THE HAUNTED! SHINING ANGEL, PROTECT ME YOU WORTHLESS CORPSE! A Shining Angel appears, it's body rotting." So. Assuming your Jinn beats its way through Shining Angel, I'll be Special Summoning the last D.D. Warrior Lady in my deck. Continue attacking?" Malevolos asks. My Jinn will destroy your Angel. Then in Main Phase Two, I'll have to initiate the final phase of my plan early. A huge black mass descends to the field. I use my Ritual of Destruction and sacrifice my Jinn and the Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands in my hand, to give me strength! A black mass opens and sends a beam of energy into Ganondorf. Three Golden triangles glow behind him once again, then they all low red and infuse him with power. He then steps onto the actual field, now a different beast. I summon Ganondorf, King of Destruction (Typo on purpose)Three black tentacles emerge from Ganondorf, and destroy your Warrior Lady, powering him up. End Turn{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|G|-|--|FD|-|BM|-[/table]Ganondorf, King of Destruction, 2600/1400Burden of the Mighty Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Garland, King of Destruction 2. Garland, King of Destruction 3. Slate Warrior 4. Slate Warrior 5. Jinn Presided of Rituals 6. Jinn Presided of Rituals 7. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 8. Jinn Curs enchanter of Rituals 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Evil Hero Infernal Gainer 13. Card Guard 14. Card Guard 15. Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 16. GAAP the Divine Soldier 17. GAAP the Divine Soldier 18. Ritual of Destruction 19. Ritual of Destruction 20. Burden of the Mighty 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Heavy Storm 23. Lightning Vortex 24. Lightning Vortex 25. Torrential Tribute 26. Mirror Force 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dark Bribe 30. Dark Bribe 31. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Black Rose Dragon 2. Blacking Armour Master 3. Blacking Armour Master 4. Blacking Armour Master 5. Psychic Lifetrancer 6. Psychic Lifetrancer 7. Thought Ruler Archfiend 8. Thought Ruler Archfiend 9. Red Dragon Archfiend 10. Red Dragon Archfiend 11. Stardust Dragon 12. Stardust Dragon Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Burden of the Mighty -Dark Bribe -Ritual of Destruction -Jinn Presided of Rituals -Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Evil Hero Infernal Gainer (0/2 Turns) -Slate Warrior Hand- 0 Spoiler Hide Face Downs: 2: Bottomless Trap Hole RIGHT BACK AT YOU! Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Soul of Purity and Light Guardian of Order The Fiend Megacyber Deck: 31 Cards as of this turn's Draw Phase. Spoiler Hide 1. Cyber Dragon 2. Cyber Dragon 3. Soul of Purity and Light 4. Guardian of Order 5. Power Invader 6. Power Invader 7. Chaos Sorcerer 8. Sangan 9. Giant Germ 10. Giant Germ 11. Giant Germ 12. Tragoedia 13. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 14. Morphing Jar 15. Terraforming 16. Terraforming 17. Luminous Spark 18. Luminous Spark 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Heavy Storm 21. Brain Control 22. Bottomless Trap Hole 23. Bottomless Trap Hole 24. Dimensional Prison 25. Dimensional Prison 26. Dimensional Prison 27. Dark Bribe 28. Dark Bribe 29. Solemn Judgement 30. Magic Cylinder 31. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide none Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Shining Angel D.D. Warrior Lady Lightning Vortex The Fiend Megacyber Removed From Play: Spoiler Hide D.D. Warrior Lady Shining Angel Nova Summoner Nova Summoner Face Downs: Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted (Column 3.) Stats: 5000 Life Points Field: {table=head]1 2 3 4 5- Goo SoPaL -- - - - -[/table](1d34)[4](4)Opal= Soul of Purity and Light:1400 ATK(-600 from opponent's Burden of the Mighty.)/1800 Personal= Soul of Purity and Light:1400 ATK(-600 from opponent's Burden of the Mighty.)/1800 Defoe= Guardian of Order:1700 ATK(-800 from opponent's Burden of the Mighty.)/1200 DEF"Oh dear. That doesn't look good."(Whoops, didn't mean to roll twice.)" And for that I am sorry, because I'm not going to allow you to win, evildoer! I don't like to get aggressive, but this calls for it. Now.... May the power of the heavens smite you: LIGHTNING VORTEX!!" Lightning comes crashing down from the skies, & as it does, you see something that looks like a man in armor get hit by the stray sparks get annihilated, along with Ganondorf (The one on the field.)." Now. Let the souls of the innocent, 3 Nova Summoners camp; 1 Shining Angel manifest and may those who stand for order strike you down!" Benevolos yells, as 2 angels, & a being in armor of gold & white appear & strike at the undefended Ganondorf." That is all, regardless of the success of my moves." As this happens, the half of the humanoid body Malevolent controls, stands, as if in awe, as Benevolent makes all these movements & gestures. Ganondorf reappears looking as he normally does after being stuck by lightning. I use my Bottomless Trap Hole on your Guardian of Order. I presume you just attack with your two girly soul whatsits.[Draw for my next turn- to save time](1d30)[19]

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Altaria87 vs. Raykura|rating:2.0

Tsuruya and Mikuru's Love Tornado! (Mu Halim)

The ringing of the morning bell signaled the beginning of yet another year at North High School. The campus was once again filled with the sounds of students chattering and discussing classes among other things. Of course, the name of the infamous S.O.S. Brigade was being tossed around as well. There were numerous occurrences in the past that many returning members still remembered, examples being the two bunny girls recruiting members and the surprisingly popular, but Clara unprofessional video shown at last year's festival. They were left to wonder what other shenanigans they could expect this year, but at least they hadn't been doing so much lately. Of course, they had been meeting over the summer, mainly because of their ever-energetic leader Harsh Suzuki. After finishing up summer assignments, they could all look forward to yet another year. Most of the students had gathered around the signs showing what classes they had been assigned to. Afterward, they quickly dispersed to go there, though there was still a good deal of time before classes officially began. Surya, Kikuyu's best friend made sure to check up on both of their schedules. Kikuyu wasn't there at the moment, as the S.O.S. Brigade was having a pre-classes meeting to start off the year. Being the club's mascot, Kikuyu ad to attend. Surya flashed her trademark grin as she noticed that Kikuyu and her would be in the same class for yet another year. She brushed some of her green locks aside as she moved through the crowd, now headed for the S.O.S. clubroom. She headed up to the hall where the S.O.S. clubroom was in, noticing that Mitsuki and Lyon were outside the clubroom. It was obvious as to why that was, as Kikuyu's cries for help could be heard from inside. "Oh! If it isn't Lyon-kun and Mitsuki-kun as well!" she said, beaming as usual as she approached the two of them. "Oh, Surya-san. Good morning." Mitsuki replied, polite as always. "Oh...hello there." Lyon seemed rather unsure of how to respond to her constant cheerfulness. The door finally opened up with Kikuyu Sabina stepping out, looking rather exhausted. It was to be expected, as Lauri had made sure to buy some new costumes for her to wear today. Yuki NATO sat in her same corner, reading a book as usual. Harsh stepped out after her, wrapping an arm around Kikuyu. "I know you'd look just perfect in those costumes I picked out! You better not skip the meeting after school since I have a few more for you to try on!" Surya let out a little sigh as they walked out. "Aw... I guess I'm a little late. I was hoping I could take a quick picture or two of Kikuyu in her new outfits." Harsh seemed quite delighted with her comments. Of course, those two seemed to get along unusually well. "Then you'll just have to drop by our meeting and get all the pictures you want! Isn't that right Kikuyu-chan?" Poor Kikuyu simply whined under her. After a few more words they had all dispersed to go to their respective classes. Surya had another one of her laughing fits as Kikuyu mentioned the sort of outfits she had to wear, along with some events the S.O.S. Brigade had planned. What she said wasn't necessarily funny, but anything that amused Surya would have her laughing like a maniac. They made their way into their classroom, taking their seats. Coincidentally, they were sitting close with Kikuyu in front of Surya. School had indeed begun once again, a summer which only felt like a few warm winds had flown right by them, and then it was back to the hunt, back to the slavery that was school. Although, overall, it wasn't too bad at all. The classroom was slowly but surely filling up with students, newcomers and returning classmates alike." Keigo! Oh! Iago!!" Yelled the absolutely obnoxious voices for several females following a young man around. He was quite fit, handsome, seemed charming, but with his flock of wild geese, it was probably going to be tough for him to manage anything but a squeak past those ladies. He peeked over them, trying to get a better glance of Surya, but couldn't the five girls were all over him, he honestly liked the attention, but it seemed that the girl he wanted to glance at him the most, probably saw him as just a player and a womanizer. A slender, serious looking male then entered, followed by an evidently careless boy. Edward Sullivan, a returning student, an unremovable smile on his face as he walked by a beautiful Kikuyu Sabina, her beautiful cleavage too. He looked down and stared, moving towards the empty seat on the left side of Surya, eyeing her as well. As he reached for the chair, still making eye contact with Kikuyu's breasts, his fingertips felt...flesh. The slender, extremely smart looking male was already pulling the chair out. The two stared at each other for a moment, before the taller student, pulled the chair forcefully, causing the breast gazer to sigh and sit elsewhere. He sat down and looked at the board carelessly, his eyes moving to look at Surya a single time. While they were waiting for the class to start, Kikuyu and Surya had been chatting about other things that had happened over the summer. It certainly helped to pass the time as they noticed more students began to move into the classroom. The annoying cries and voices of the female students warned every one of their next classmate." Keigo! Iago!" This was nothing new for most students, as this could be heard almost every day. "Uh oh. Here he comes." Surya said. She remembered Iago very well, Kikuyu not as much. He wasn't bad at all, in fact she could see why all the girls were around him, though the constant attention he received had her staying clear from him for now. "It looks like we're going to have a rather diverse class this time around." she said jokingly to Kikuyu, getting a little giggle from her. They were oblivious to the wandering eyes of Mr. Sullivan. They didn't necessarily pay attention as the two students fought for the seat next to Surya. Neither Surya nor Kikuyu had really heard of Edward, though they had gotten word of a certain student going around fondling female students. Surya made sure she'd be with Kikuyu as much as possible to prevent that, knowing Kikuyu was most likely to be targeted. The classroom started to finally quiet down as the teacher entered, another young man with an idealistic look, unlike any teacher the girls had seen." Good morning class. I am Professor Robert Laos. I'm glad to meet all of you. As you know, I will be your homeroom and first and second period teacher. We will see plenty of each other, so I am hoping we can develop relationships of trust, and understanding." He smiled at Kikuyu, probably coincidentally. "Now then. Let me get started with the attendance. I will check it every morning at around this time. You are allowed to arrive up to five minutes later than this, anything after that will be marked late. I will post my e-mail, telephone, and cell phone information on the blackboard. Jot it down, be sure to call me if you are on your way but late, or will not be able to make it to class. Start treating this as more of a job, and less of a class. Well now... Adrianne Marshall... Katsuki Diagram... Dell Silverstein..." And the names continued to roll." The... the Professor... he's... he's so gorgeous..." One of the girls whispered to the other, loud enough for some students to hear while others were deafened by his name-calling." Hiro Samsung"The silver haired male besides Surya raised his hand carelessly, "Here..." He brought his arm down and crossed it over. Most girls would likely be very happy in this class. Kikuyu had caught his smile, finding herself busing a little at it. Whether it was coincidence or not, something about the look he gave her got her a little embarrassed. They listened to him speak for a while, noting the personal information he had written down on the board. The students seemed a little hesitant to copy it all down, but eventually they were all jotting it down. Surya seemed quite pleased that they were allowed to arrive a little later. After all, if Kikuyu was going to be in any more of her club meetings in the morning, it would be great to have those extra minutes in case she took a while longer. Both Kikuyu and Surya could hear the girls swooning over the professor. They had to admit that he certainly was quite handsome though. "I hope they're not looking to get too far with that admiration." Surya whispered to Kikuyu. Of course, it was just a joke, though some students tended to get into those relationships with their teachers, which only made things really complicated. Luckily, they were able to catch their names among the chatter." Mikuru Sabina."" I'm here." she said, raising her hand. Her voice had caught the attention of most of the male students, even those who hadn't seen her before. Of course, that was just the innocent charm of Kikuyu that could snatch up just about any man's heart." And Miss Surya." She let out a hearty laugh as her name was called, racing her hand while the rest of the class stared at her. "That's me." It seemed whenever you looked over at Surya, she was always in a good mood. Her unmistakable fang could also be seen as she laughed. It took her a little while before she calmed down. Tsuruya turned her attention to the male student sitting next to her, a pleasant grin on her face. She wasn't too sure why, but something about him had caught her interest, and that wasn't an easy thing to do. Kikuyu on the other hand probably didn't have anyone she was too interested at the moment. At a point it seemed that her and Lyon were getting pretty close, but because of one person in particular, that relationship was most likely not going to happen. Hero looked over at her from the corners of his eyes, then looked back at the teacher. "The hells she's looking at?" He thought to himself, taking another quick glance at her. She was definitely a pretty girl, but likely, nothing more than an airhead. Or so he thought. Edward was more than happy when he heard Kikuyu speak, Surya was cute as well, as a clear foreigner, he believed he had an advantage in these cases, but he was in this school last year, so it's not like he's a completely new face. Robert smiled at Kikuyu again after she answered and nodded his head with a smile after Surya answered. "Well then." He said, closing his attendance booklet. "It looks like we're missing a student. He'll be sure to hear from me if and when he arrives. Until then, let's get started. I'm going to ask you all to purchase a book at your local bookstore. The school bookstore has it for $35, I personally paid $10 for mine and it's the same exact book. So... I would really suggest you buy it elsewhere, pocket $25..." He continued to go on about the book's title and author, and how they were expected to read the entire thing before the month was over. Surya continued to glance over at Hero for a little while longer, a little curious if he knew she was watching. Even if she couldn't talk to him now, she was ready to confront him when she got the chance. It was almost similar to Harsh's interest in the supernatural. For now, she just turned her attention back to the front of the classroom, but not until she had gotten another good look. They both listened as he began to talk about the textbooks. They had been through this before last year, so it really wasn't anything new for them. It wouldn't be too hard for them to find their textbooks for this year. The moment Surya stopped looking at Hero, Hero turned slightly and looked at her, to see if she was looking at him. He then turned to the teacher and frowned. Books were such a hassle. Even if the books was $35 it was still an ok price to pay for class. Edward rested his head on his hand as he looked over at Kikuyu, hoping she'd turn to look at him, but the stupid teacher apparently had her trapped in his web of immoral. Iago was dying to speak to Surya, it was crushing him to see her look at this, Hero guy so much, but then again, with all the surrounding girls, he'd have a difficult time talking to anyone. "Well, since today's the first day... I suppose you can enjoy the rest of the period. For second period, you can do as you please as well. I just don't want you guys to leave the school and get into trouble or anything." He said, sitting back, immediately three girls pulled close to him to talk to him. Surya seemed very happy to hear that they were allowed to do as they pleased for the rest of the period. It was always like this in the beginning of the school year: getting back into studies and meeting some new faces. Kikuyu turned in her seat to face Surya. "Um...so what should we do now?" Her friend flashed her another little grin. "Haha! It's time to strike some conversation of course. You should try talking to other people too you know." She quickly spun in her seat, facing Hero once more. Now was the perfect time to talk. "Yo! You're Hero right?" she asked, remembering his name from the roll call earlier. Kikuyu was a little surprised that she had tried to talk with someone new already. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if she did the same. Hero turned towards her, closing the small book he decided to open. His eyes seemingly scanned her entire face, adorable as it was, Hero seemed somewhat upset about something. "Hi. What's your name..." He said quietly, his eyes narrowing at that fang. Robert waved off the girls. "It was nice talking to you all, why don't you try to plan out where you'd get that book?" He sighed, looking at Kikuyu, waiting for her to look up so that he could ask her to sit closer to his desk. He wanted to talk to her. Surya just beamed as he spoke to her. However, he was rather quiet. "You can just call me Surya." Her upbeat deposition was probably something most people weren't used to if they were meeting her for the first time. "So...what's that you're reading nor?" Of course, her fang gave her a bit o a lisp sometimes, pronouncing some words odd, like nor and Vegas. Mikuru was looking around the room still, noticing Robert who was busy trying to wave off some girls. He was a foreigner after all, so it wasn't that strange for some people to be interested in him. She found herself watching him a little longer than she intended to. Hero immediately put the book away, he hated nosey people, especially girls. "It is nothing in specific. A boring book I picked up at the library. I'm sorry..." He excused himself, "But why are you talking to me?" He looked into her eyes intensely. What was his deal? Robert had noticed Kikuyu looking over quite a bit. Edward finally got enough courage to stand up. "Sabina Kikuyu... I want to..."" Mikuru... would you come here a moment please?" Called Robert Laos, the girls in the class feeling their nostril's flare as Edward slumped over in failure. Surya sighed softly as he put the book away. It didn't seem like he was a people person. How rude! She figured he would at least want to talk to a cute girl like herself. "Why? Well why not? Just trying to get to know you. That's all. Uh...is there something wrong with that?" she asked. Mikuru did notice Edward had mentioned her name, but before she could respond to him, the professor had called her up to the front of the room. "Oh? Y-yes Professor. I'm coming." She politely bowed to Edward before she headed up to Professor Laos. Se stopped on front of his desk. "Um...did you need to see me for something?" she asked. Hero looked over at her again, "It's not bad. I suppose I'm just not the friendliest to people I don't know. It's not a book you'd like to know anything about, I promise you..." He looked at her, his eyes moving slightly to see Kikuyu walk towards Professor Laos. "H-ow about you... aren't you reading something perhaps a little more interesting..."" Mikuru, I was just wondering... did you have a sister before? Perhaps she's an alumnus here? I remember going to school with a girl who looked just like you. It's a bit strange... but you remind me of her. She was always quite nice to me. You can sit down, there's some space here." He smiled at her carelessly. "I have an idea, actually. I wanted to start a photography club. You're a perfect subject, and the girl I knew also liked taking pictures. Might that be something that interests you? Of course, there'll be more than just you and me, I plan to have a number of members." "Haha. You certainly are not the friendliest I've met." she said suddenly. Even so, she said it with a rather large grin on her face. "Me? I don't think I'm the kind for books." It was most likely because she was too energetic to sit through one. "I mean, every now, and then I'll pop open a good manga if it looks good." Mikuru was rather surprised with his words. "A s-sister?" There was really only one idea that came to mind. She thought maybe he was referring to her future self. It would probably make a little more sense since they could be similar in age now. "I'm sorry. I don't have any sisters." she said. "A...photography club?" She didn't mind taking pictures or anything. It just wasn't one of her most known hobbies. Of course, she was previously in the calligraphy club before being forced to quit and join the S.O.S. Brigade. "Well, a photography club sounds fine. I don't know if I can attend though. My current club has me meeting almost anytime there's a break." Robert looked interested. "Strange... you sort of look exactly the same." He shrugged. "Well, I guess you two you just look alike." He seemed even more interested when she spoke about her club. "Well, what club is that? Maybe I can take a look at it..." Just thinking about the trouble Harsh would cause him was enough to make a shake. Hiro looked into his watch. "Manga..." He looked at her more closely. "Don't you have a boyfriend or something... Surya..." "I assure you that it is a coincidence Professor." she said. Plus, she didn't know too much about how her future self and him were with each other. It was likely classified information anyway. There were so many difficulties with being a time-traveler. "W-wait a second! I'm part of the S.O.S. Brigade." Every living soul on the campus had heard that name. "Um... I'm not sure what Ms. Suzuki would do if I couldn't go to our meetings." That name was even more infamous, especially among the staff. Tsuruya couldn't help but chuckle at his comment, almost bursting out into laughter. "A boyfriend. Haha! Not at all. I haven't found any of them that can keep up with me anyway!" That got her laughing a little, making a few heads turn in their direction. She had said it all a bit loud too. Hero's eye twitched. "Keep up with you... what exactly do you mean by that..." He stared at her, X-rated images running through his head. Keigo heard her yell that, he sighed at the thought of his X-rated images. Edward also heard her. He shifted from Kikuyu to try and picture her nude. He wondered if she had pubic hair, perhaps styled, perhaps bald, he smiled to himself and leaned back. Robert even turned slightly, before he realized the name. "Suzuki... Harsh?" He asked, "I... uh... I heard she's quite... energetic..." Surya stared back at him curiously with his question, clearly oblivious to what he was thinking of. "Hmm? What else could it mean silly?" she said with a cheery laugh. "Why?" She moved even closer, her face rather close to his. "What were you thinking of just now?" she asked, a sly grin on her face. It was clear she wasn't thinking too much about his comfort. Mikuru was unaware of course with Edward's fantasies of her. She glanced over at him from time to time, knowing that he had tried to get her attention earlier. She looked back to Professor Laos. "Um...y-yes. She wants me to be at all club meetings for...um, various reasons." She didn't want to tell him anything about how she was wearing those outfits all the time. At one point a bunch of her pictures were online, but Lyon had convinced Harsh to take them down. Hero's heartbeat had increased quite a bit. "You're..." He swallowed. "I can smell her sweet breath. This girl's probably eaten candy for breakfast or something..." He thought to himself. "I... I... need to use the restroom... Surya." He said, slowly backing away." Gaylord." Murmured Edward, looking at his fingernails after watching the kiss potential in there. Laos was starting to see what kind of class he had. He turned towards Kikuyu. "Well, I just wanted to see if there was any way I could possibly get you to model for me. You have the looks and personality." He said, waving slightly. "Sorry to bug you." Keigo nearly died when he was Hero so close to kissing Surya. Hero was partially correct about her breath. She had made sure to pop a few hard candies in her mouth before she got to class. She stared at him curiously as he started to back away before running off suddenly. "Ah...he's gone. What a strange guy." she muttered to herself. She could see that Kikuyu was still talking with the professor in the front, and there was still plenty of time for her to meet other people if she wanted to. Mikuru watched as Hero ran out of the room, wondering what Surya could have done for him to do that. She turned back to the professor. "Um...w-well, I have meetings before and after school. And I'm not sure if Ms. Suzuki has any plans for club activities. She didn't say anything this morning, so I might be able to meet after our after school meeting." Robert smiled. "Well... that... that would be just perfect... I have something to do immediately after school." He said with a short smirk. "Well, I hope we can meet soon." He smiled at her, the bell ringing, signalling the end of period 1. Hiro had only walked outside and paced over and over. She was adorable. Hero couldn't do anything with her, his family had him a wife pre-selected... and he HATED her. He could be seen pacing outside, however. Edward stood up and moved to where Kikuyu would have been sitting. "So... Is Kikuyu single? I imagine you must know. You girls all tell each other all sorts of weird things." He turned towards her. "Hey, are you listening to me? Just because I'm not from here doesn't mean anything... You're not bad looking yourself. Maybe both..." He paused before he got hit. Kikuyu gave him a little bow. "Um...w-well then I suppose I'll see you after school." She was about to head back to her seat, but she stopped and turned back to him. "Um...where are we going to meet?" she asked. Tsuruya didn't really pay notice to Edward as he slipped into Kikuyu's seat. Sure, he was quite a looker, but there was something about him that she didn't quite like. Perhaps the only thing interesting so far was that he was a foreigner. She didn't hit him, as she didn't feel the need to, but he was starting to bug her a little. "Excuse me. I appreciate your comments, but I believe the bell rang right?" she asked with a rather cheery expression. "I'm sure that means you'll be returning to your seat?" She didn't hate him or anything, but she hadn't met someone that was so open with their comments like him. It was just a little creepy. "Kikuyu will be coming back to her seat soon too." It was then that she noticed someone outside. She took a quick peek, recognizing Hero. Why he was pacing around was unknown to her, but he had to get back to class soon. Edward smirked at her. "You're right. Kikuyu should be getting back to her seat." He sat back and spread his legs. "I can hardly wait." He looked back at Surya and smirked. "I bet you the cute red head would thoroughly enjoy it. Maybe you would too. Robert shrugged. "My office is room 204. Why don't we meet there?" He smiled at her, it was almost as if they set a date, and the poor three Laos fanatics were ripping their eyebrows off because of how easily she and Robert Laos were setting up. They thought about Laos doing the dirtiest of things to Kikuyu, things they probably wanted to be done to themselves. Surya was surprised and rather annoyed with how persistent he was. Perhaps he thought he was special being a foreigner. Even if he could get some girls where he was from, that wouldn't be working here. She wouldn't have him anywhere near Kikuyu. "Now." She suddenly grabbed the collar of his uniform, roughly pulling him from the seat. She still had a cheery expression on her face though. "Listen here. A kid like you is years away from getting together with Kikuyu. I don't think you're ready." Mikuru returned the smile, starting to feel a little more comfortable. "That sounds fine. I know where that is after all." She had no idea what those three girls were thinking, but she wasn't really thinking the same way they were. She thought it was just an innocent photo shooting after all. "The fuck? You're like a little hulk ain't you?" He said, pulled away from Kikuyu's seat, his hand brushing firmly over Surya's backside. He looked into her eyes and smiled a narrowing grin. "Who ever knew you had such a fine set of curves back here uh?" The guy was fearless. He deserved credit for it, but that's also sexual harassment, with witnesses. Laos was too busy trying to talk to the three girls who now pummeled him with questions. Hiro returned to the room, moments before Edward took a full swipe at her. He stared, and made his way back to his seat, killing Edward in his mind six different ways. Surya gasped as his wandering hand moved over her firm bottom." T-this guy! No doubt it's that student going around feeling up all the female students. Why'd he end up in this class preying after Kikuyu?" She grinned up at him, still holding firmly to his collar. "That's quite a mouth on you. I doubt you'll be able to charm Kikuyu like that, or any girl for that matter." she said, pushing him away. It wasn't enough to knock him down or anything though. Kikuyu was making her way back to her seat, noticing the confrontation between Surya and Edward. "Surya! W-what's happening?" She had moved up behind her friend, and Surya then moved between Kikuyu and Robert. "Better be careful kid. Any more sampling and you'll find yourself serving after school. How bold of you to try that with so many people watching." Surya was a rather popular girl, along with Kikuyu. It wouldn't be too hard for her to report this to get him in trouble. Edward was very surprised that things didn't develop then and there. He shrugged and took a long look at Kikuyu. "I don't care what happens to me at this school. I can just return home and have my own way there as well... I'll tell you what... Surya, I can tell you-"Surya's arm was then gently taken by Hero beside her. "You should take a seat Surya. The professor's staring at you." Edward frowned, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb. "Right... I'm going back to my seat now, teach. I'll be talking to you girls soon... believe me." He said, sticking his hands in his pockets." You shouldn't waste your time with people like him. He's an idiot." Whispered Hero, showing a bit of a defensive side, but it was nice to see since he seemed cold as ice. Surya sighed softly as he continued talking. He was rambling on about how he didn't care about school and just wanted to get lucky. "Ah...that's a waste of money don't you think? Just like a kid to go with his urges like that." She paused as she felt Hero's hand on her arm. She glanced over at the professor for a brief second, noticing him looking at them rather oddly. For now, she was just glad he'd be leaving them alone for a while. She turned back to Hero, apparently pepping up a little. "Well, well! You look kind of mean, but I guess you're not so bad after all." she said with a hearty laugh. That wasn't exactly the best of compliments though. "It still worries me about what he said, about talking to us later. Well, I won't let Kikuyu here fall into his hands." she said, suddenly wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close. Kikuyu seemed a little embarrassed. "Surya...! E-everyone's staring..." Edward sat in his seat and leaned towards the guy beside him as Surya pulled Kikuyu close. "What wouldn't I give to cum on those two cute faces..." The student slowly distanced himself. Hiro looked away and sat down, not mentioning anything about him being nicer than he looked. "I just don't like scumbags." His eyes widened as she tugged Kikuyu close. She seemed like the perfect victim for... anything. From something as evil as rape to something as careless as pranks. Robert closed his eyes. "Well... it seems that the majority of us can't sit down and have a normal conversation with your classmates. Since that's the case... we'll begin the first lesson I had planned for tomorrow. Everyone, please get your notebooks out and ready, there will be plenty of notes to jot down." The class sighed altogether, someone (Edward and possibly even Surya and Hero) had ruined the free time. He shouldn't be talking though, his conversation with Kikuyu was all but normal. Mu Hakim said: Edward sat in his seat and leaned towards the guy beside him as Surya pulled Kikuyu close. "What wouldn't I give to cum on those two cute faces..." The student slowly distanced himself. Hero looked away and sat down, not mentioning anything about him being nicer than he looked. "I just don't like scumbags." His eyes widened as she tugged Kikuyu close. She seemed like the perfect victim for... anything. From something as evil as rape to something as careless as pranks. Robert closed his eyes. "Well... it seems that the majority of us can't sit down and have a normal conversation with your classmates. Since that's the case... we'll begin the first lesson I had planned for tomorrow. Everyone, please get your notebooks out and ready, there will be plenty of notes to jot down." The class sighed altogether, someone (Edward and possibly even Surya and Hero) had ruined the free time. He shouldn't be talking though, his conversation with Kikuyu was all but normal. Click to expand... Neither Surya nor Kikuyu had caught his comment about them, but it's not like they were trying to pry further. Surya seemed to agree with just about anything this GU said to her. "Haha! That's right." she said, finally letting Kikuyu go from her grasp. Kikuyu shyly looked up at Hero, looking away when their eyes met. He was certainly right about her. She was so innocent and there were many people (including Harsh) that could easily take advantage. Tsuruya didn't seem to happy with their free time being cut short. She sent a rather nasty look over to Robert, who was no doubt thinking naughty things about them. She sighed softly as she sat in her seat, with Kikuyu in front of her. "What a first day." she said, pulling out her notebook. Kikuyu took hers out as well, wondering why Surya would be picking a fight on the first day. She'd have to ask about it later, but for now it was time for notes. Sometimes she was thinking about her meeting with the professor after school." He wants me to be a model?" She was pretty used to doing that, but she wondered if he was expected her to wear costumes as well. "Alright so before we can comprehend the sense intended to be put into the story, we have to take into account several variable matters. The setting for example, is going to determine what kind of lives the characters may live. If it's current day, you likely will see cellular phones, operational train and railroad systems, DVD's of some sort and other everyday things..." And class was back in session, like normal. Hiro kept to himself the majority of the time, Robert asking Edward to shut up more than once. Before long, the bell had rung, and school was back to normal. While sometimes some students didn't share classes with others, Hero and Surya had all the exact same classes at the exact same times. It made sense to make a buddy out of each other for at the very least, scholastic reasons. Surya sighed softly as the class went on. She wasn't necessarily a bad student or anything. She tended to have a problem with sitting still, and in the past she had gotten in trouble for spontaneously bursting out into laughter in the middle of class. Kikuyu on the other hand was listening rather intent to everything. Aside from her natural beauty, she was very intelligent as well. Tsuruya had stuck around with Hero for the rest of the day since they had the same classes. Kikuyu had some classes still with Surya, but they were a couple by herself. Surya could only hope nothing would happen to her while she was alone. Luckily, the classes that Kikuyu and Edward shared, had Hero and Surya in the middle of it as well. Kikuyu was never alone with Kikuyu, and that made things a little easier on the popular, beautiful best friends. Edward wandered the school, always sitting at the back of the classroom, making comments and wishing nothing ill on the girls, perhaps maybe just memory loss, or sudden intoxication with alcohol where he could do what he wanted and let them be. It's not like he wanted to hurt them. The school day started to come to a close. Hero found himself having lunch at a table with Surya and Kikuyu and several others, among them a very dull looking male and an outspokenly happy one. A supposedly very popular student, Harsh couldn't keep her hands off Kikuyu, and he found a bit of amusement in that. Who stunned him the most was a young girl, seemingly too young to even be a freshman, reading through the destructive voice of this Harsh Suzuki. Hero only said hello to everyone, and she immediately overlooked him and returned to her original batch of friends. Hero felt ousted, but Surya gave him plenty of chatter. Odd chatter." Well. I suppose I'll see you." He said quietly, looking over his shoulder before turning to her and nodding. "I'll see you in the moving, Surya..." It certainly helped Surya feel more at ease to know that Kikuyu would be safe in her classes. Still, she made sure to keep a close watch on Edward at all times in case he tried to do something fishy. Through a series of odd events, Hero found himself at the table among the rest of the S.O.S. Brigade, though he was really only talking to Surya and occasionally Kikuyu. Kikuyu spent a lot of the time being groped or complimented by Harsh, while the rest of them just watched. Surya found it rather amusing though. She watched as he started to head out. "Yeah, of course. Hey! Before you go..." she reached into her bag, suddenly tossing a hard candy his way, melon flavor. "I'll see you tomorrow then." After their lunch, the S.O.S. Brigade had gone to the same room for their meeting. And while she was an honorary member of the club, Surya didn't attend. She was mainly there if they needed more members for activities, such as that baseball tournament they participated in. For now, she'd just be heading home. After dropping off Kikuyu at the clubroom, she made her way down to the school campus. Hero caught the sugar ball and smirked. "Thank you." He looked over at started walking away, slowly but surely vanishing into the day. Most of the students had cleared out. There were a few cars in the parking lot, as students had to walk past it to get to the local train, bus, or quickest route to the main avenue. As she walked by, Edward's hands pushed against her hips and pushed her towards the corner of the lot, a heavily shaded area, covered by trees. A place where no one parked and no one really walked by, especially at this time. After charging her into a corner, the male immediately slithered his hands under her skirt and against her panty. His hard, bulky groin pushed against her rear, another hand grabbing her breast tightly. "Shit Surya... what are you doing here so late..." Apparently, in the time it took her to take Kikuyu to the meeting, most students, except club attenders, had vanished at the sound of the bell. Typical, and unfortunate. Before she knew it, she felt someone grabbing at her hips, pushing her over to the dark area by the trees. "W-what's going on! Who are you?!" she cried. She tried to cry out and get someone's attention. Unfortunate, y there didn't seem to be a soul in sight that could help her. She gasped as he snatched up her breast in his hand and slipped his hand between her legs. She could feel his crotch up against her firm rear as well. His voice made her worried though. "Y-you?! That pervert from class earlier?" she muttered. "I d-don't have to tell you anything! Let me go this intent!" She whined a little as his hands wandered or her most sensitive regions. It was looking as though she would be the latest victim of his. He laughed a bit, "Just be cool Surya... I saw you looking at me... It's alright... I'm not going to hurt you... I just want to have a bit of fun..." He said, licking behind her ears as his fingers slid inside her panty, pushing up against her southern lips. "Want me to fuck you right here? Or do you want to get closer to the trees?" He said with a smirk, his grip on her breasts quite tight as he shook it playfully. "You want to take it up your ass maybe? Suck my cock off right here, where anyone could walk by?" "I w-was doing no such thing!" this was one of those rare times when she wasn't so cheery. She even looked a little scared right now. She squirmed under his touch, trying to restrain her moans as much as she could. It was harder to do so with the way he was touching her though. She gasped as his fingers slipped into her panties, teasing her slit now. His words only worried her even more. After what had happened earlier in class, she knew that something might have happened, but she hadn't anticipated this. "D-didn't you hear me in class? I don't want this! L-let me go..." "Go ahead... yell a bit... all the students are too busy in their clubs or blowing some old teacher." He quietly spoke into her ear, licking her earlobe as he pushed two fingers inside her, curving them into her entry. "It's so fucking warm Surya... your pussy's tight... Want me to lick it for you?" He pushed her closer to the dark, pulling his fingers out and showing her how juice webbed on his fingertips. "Why don't you taste your own pussy? I bet you it's good..." He started to move his fingers towards her mouth. "Bite them, and I'll seriously hurt you..." He warned her, pushing his dick against her ass. "TCH...how d-dare you...doing this while nobody's around..." The clubs that remained after school lasted for quite a while, so she wasn't likely to get any help soon. "NNN...s-stop..." she whined, feeling his fingers lip into her pussy. His fingers hung in front of her face, her sweet nectar dripping from them. As he moved his fingers towards her face, she simply moved her face to the side, trying to avoid them at all costs. "Don't move Surya... like I said, I'm not wanting to hurt you... Truth is I really like you... but really liking a girl doesn't get her for you..." He turned her around, holding her arms, pushing her against the fence. "Stay calm, I'm not going to hurt you, baby..." He said, leaning in to kiss her, but instead, pushing her stomach back, lifting one of her legs up, the male actually getting down, bringing his lips against her pussy's lips, pushing her underwear aside, and proceeding to start licking her intimately. Surya grumbled a bit at his words, finding herself blushing a little with what he was saying. Still, she wasn't falling for this pervert so easily. "W-why do you have to go this far...?" she whined, watching as he moved in, thinking he would kiss her, but that wasn't his intentions. She tried to struggle as he repositioned her, but it didn't do her much good. He soon descended between her legs, pushing her panties aside to reveal her wonderful womanhood. "N-no...stop it." She gasped as his tongue ran over her slit, making her body squirm under him. "AHN...n-no...!" Edward licked and kissed her gently, yet forcefully enough to make if you feel enough like a stranger. She tasted as good as she looked, and the seemingly careless foreigner brought one of her hands to his hair, for her to pull, push or anything she could want. He wasn't going to stop though, a woman wouldn't react like this if her body didn't desire it. His tongue swirled in and around her. "It tastes good... I wonder why it tastes so delicious..." He said, sliding a finger inside. "NNN...ah." She bit her lip gently as he still teased her slit. He was being so gentle with her, and at some times being rough, making her whine a little louder. At first, she had tried to push his head away while he was licking at her slit, though her efforts to do so had decreased, for now resting her hand on his head. She'd push a little each time her body squirmed. She was finding it much harder to restrain her sounds, and sometimes a cute little moan would escape her lips. It certainly seemed as though she was getting into it. She groaned a little as he slipped his finger inside her, wiggling it around her sensitive pussy. The two hadn't noticed a person walk by. What he was doing there was not yet clear. He squinted, seeing something near the corner of the lot and started walking over. Was this for real? There was some dude going down on a chick then and there. It could have been consensual, but at the same time, it looked... out of place. He noticed the girl, her eyes closed, trying to almost break free but not really. What fucking kind of school was this? He heard Edward say, "It feels good, doesn't it? Who would have thought I'd have to force it out of you... It's okay to moan, no one will hear us here."" I'll hear you." The male pulled Edward back, immediately putting him in stumbles. He grabbed Edward's throat, putting his own leg behind Edward's and pushing forward. Immediately, Edward fell to the ground hard and fast, the male holding him down with one arm and delivering a quick, punishing blow with his other hand right under Edward's eye. Edward turned as the male released him, looking over at Surya, who was still quite revealed." Hey. Are you okay?" He got close, but not too close, he didn't want her to scream. Her hand would still push against his head sometimes, but as he went on, she was running her hand through his hair a bit. Her moans had grown a little louder, though some of them sounded as though they were forced from her. "UHF...ah..." She was melting under his treatment, and she actually felt like she would cum at any second. She gasped as she heard the other male's voice. Before she knew it, he had grabbed Edward away and tossed him to the ground. She had backed away a little bit, covering herself up as he came at her. She blushed a little at how odd her reaction may have been. "Um...y-yeah I'm fine." she said, her eyes shifting from this guy to Edward. Even if she was against it at first, she was rather disappointed that she hadn't reached her climax. "I'm sorry. I don't know if this guy is your boyfriend or anything. I... Furthermore, I thought he was... taking advantage of you." He said, walking away from her. "Get in the car." He said, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a dial key. Two quick beeps were heard, a jet black vehicle with custom paint work responding to his dial. The doors opened upwards and he tilted his head. Putting himself in the driver's seat. Edward was out cold, his left eye a bit swollen. It was a clean shot. "N-no...it's not that at all. He's not my boyfriend." she said. She watched him walk away, thinking it was odd for him to just leave after saving her like that. She noticed the car belonging to him, surprised with his words. He wanted her...to get in the car? They didn't even know each other. Sure, she did save her from Edward (even if it was starting to feel perfect), but she didn't know what he was planning either. She struggled to her feet, fixing herself up. At least he hadn't torn off any clothing or anything like that. He was surprisingly gentle. She slowly began to head over to his car, getting another little glance at Edward before she moved to the passenger seat. She figured she could trust him though. Furthermore, she could get a ride to her home as well this way. "First... seatbelt." He said, the doors in the extremely expensive vehicle closing. "Secondly, police station? Train station? Your house? Fast food? You tell me. And lastly, Kensei." He said, looking over at her with a calm smile. "Was that guy forcing you? You can put him away for a while if he was. I don't know you let strangers touch you up like that, I doubt it though." Surya looked around in the car, surprised at how expensive everything was. Was it really okay for her to be getting a ride in a car like this? She did as he told her, putting her seat belt on. She brushed a bit of her hair from her face, a little blush on her face still. "Um...my house please... I'll direct you." she said. She looked over to him quickly, finding him rather attractive as well. Then again, she didn't know a thing about him, other than he saved her from Edward and he drove a nice car. She wasn't quite ready for his question right after. "Um..." She paused as she thought of what to say. "He's in my class. He was trying to prey on my best friend and I confronted him. He suddenly came out of nowhere just now..." She paused once more. It still felt pretty good, but thinking about what he was doing made her rather upset. Kenya started pulling out until he heard what she said, he abruptly stopped, opening his glove compartment, pulling out brass knuckles. "Give me one moment." He unbuckled and started walking out of the car. Inside the glove compartment was something Surya was always curious about, but never actually wanted to see in person. A small, black handgun. Surya was surprised as the car suddenly came to a halt. They hadn't even driven very far. "W-what's wrong?" she asked. She backed up in her seat as he opened the glove compartment, pulling out the brass knuckles." W-wha?! Is this guy a yakuza or something?!"she thought, starting to panic a little bit. She watched him walk out of the car, but she noticed he hadn't closed the glove compartment. What she saw next worried her even more. A gun." W-wait a second! What's this for?!" Numerous questions and scenarios ran through her mind as she examined in. What was he planning to do? Sure, he looked friendly now, but who knows what he might do? He was so nice to help her, but what she was seeing now was really starting to worry her. She waited quietly, wondering if there was a chance for her to escape. In the meantime, the S.O.S. Brigade had concluded with their club meeting, all going off their separate ways. Knowing that Surya had probably gone off home already, Kikuyu didn't have to worry. She had a meeting with Professor Laos after all. She quickly headed off to where he told her to meet, knocking gently on the door a few times. "Um... Professor Laos?" Edward started to finally recover somewhat, and turned to get onto his stomach and push himself up slowly. He reached for his eye and grimaced in pain. Much to his misfortune, a stylish black car was parked several feet away, the guy who took him out walking in his direction. This guy was going to add a little more insult to injury, a natural reaction from a guy who can't stand guys who rape girls. Kenya approached fearlessly, as some students started coming out of their clubs. Robert sat up, a newspaper over his chest as he walked to the door nervously. He opened the door and smiled, "Hey, Kikuyu, you made it. I was starting to think you wouldn't show up." He waved her into his office, closing the door behind them, but not locking it, a definite good sign if Kikuyu was even worried about something. While Kenya was still heading off to the campus, Surya carefully opened her car door. She didn't bother to close it, as it might get his attention if she did plan on running. However, she noticed just what he planned to do with those brass knuckles. He was approached Edward on the ground, who was starting to come to. She was rather hesitant to do anything at the moment. After all, if she just left now, he'd beat Edward to a pulp in front of all those students coming out of their clubs. Sure he was a rather nasty fellow that was molesting her just now, but maybe even he didn't deserve that sort of humiliation. It was enough that Kenya had knocked him out to save her. For a second, she wasn't sure what made her move, but she found herself heading right back onto campus in a mad dash. She quickly shortened the distance between Kenya and herself, wrapping her arm tightly around his arm to prevent him from moving further. "Please...wait a second." Mikuru was also a little fidgety, twiddling her fingers a bit before he came to open the door. "Hello Professor Laos. I'm glad my club meeting didn't last too long. She walked inside his office, watching as he closed the door behind her. This certainly was a rather odd situation for her, but she was at least relieved that the door wasn't locked in case something happened while she was here. "Um...you mentioned earlier in class...that you want me to model for you?" "Um, yes. See, you remind me of a girl I knew at some point... I have no clue where she's gone, but she was a really beautiful person. With that in mind, I'd like for you to pose for several different mediums. I will be in charge of the school magazine, I want you to be our lead model. There is a fashion show coming up in about a month, I'd like for you to attend that too. A little later in October, there is a "Sexy Halloween" party where the school's most charismatic and dreamy girls will all take up costumes and have fun. I'd like for you to participate in that too. I just think you're an interesting subject with very tiny flaws. It's a bit troublesome. If only you were a bit older..." He started to stand up. "So, what do you think? Could we take some simple pictures now?" He said, a digital camera on his desk. Kensei looked back at her, then at the students coming out. "Don't you want me to put him away? He hurt you, didn't he? Don't worry, a few punches to the face will just assure that he doesn't do it again. Maybe break a bone." Edward had now fully stood, and noticed Surya holding on to this, fucking, gangster bastard that knocked his lights out. "Why didn't you tell me you were taken, Surya!" He yelled, holding his eye as he dashed towards the crowds, some left staring at Surya and Kenya. Especially Kenya since he was never seen before at the school. Kenya looked over at her and smiled, putting the weapon away. "You should take better care of yourself. He'd do it again, and do it more violently. Come on. I'll take you to your house if you like." He started walking back to his car, with our without Surya tagging along. "Ah...is that so?" Of course, she knew that he really was talking about her, Kikuyu's future self though. If he did find out about her, there would be some complications. For now, she'd just have to go along with it. She didn't know who this girl he was talking about was. "Hmm? You want me...to pose?" She hadn't heard anything about him being in charge of the school magazine, but it must have been related to him wanting to start a Newspaper club. A faint blush appeared on her face at the thought of a "Sexy Halloween" party. "Umm...well, I'll think about that." She watched him as he stood up in front of her. "W-well... I don't mind it." Tsuruya shook her head a little as she looked back up at him. "I know what he did was horrible, but even he doesn't deserve that sort of humiliation. I'm sure you've taught him his lesson already!" she said. It wasn't like she was on his side or anything, but he looked pathetic enough after being knocked out earlier. She paused as she noticed Edward getting to his feet, giving them a rather nasty look. She was rather surprised with his comment, a little embarrassed as well. Furthermore, she could see some heads turning to OK over at them, and it would likely make them misunderstand. "W-wait a second! That's not true!" she called, but he had already run off, getting her some odd looks from the students. She let out a little sigh. "Nothing I can do about that now..." She turned to Kenya as he started heading back to his car. Aside from the weapons she had found in his car, there were other things that she wanted to find out. Even if she was feeling a bit nervous to ask, she felt the need to know. "Hold on...why are you here on campus? Are you a student?" She didn't want to ask about the weaponry just yet. It was likely he'd know she saw the gun if he went back. The glove compartment was still open after all. "Good, good... then we should get this underway. Just a few quick ones to give myself a subject. Don't worry, there will be other members... but I don't think anyone can top you in looks in all honesty. Surya is a cute girl, but she lacks certain feminist about herself. I guess she's still a bit of a kid inside." He said, getting the camera in his hands. "Do you want to keep your clothes on?" He asked with a serious look on his face. Kensei immediately put away the knuckles and started walking back to his car. "Well... yeah. Yeah, I'm a student here. I got to class a little late I imagine." He said, waiting for her to get inside before he did so. The doors closed as students started to huddle around. He looked over at the glove compartment and watched Surya as he put the brass knuckles in there and closed it as if nothing had happened. "He really upset me a lot. I don't like guys like him."

Tsuruya and Mikuru's Love Tornado! (Mu Halim)|rating:2.0

Taking Down the Necromancer-IC[Team 1]

Setting:Spoiler Hide Here is the setting from the recruitment thread: Plot, I guess: Spoiler Hide Bavaria, a continent of plenty, to the east you have mountains, to the west, forest. In the center, there are numerous miles of farmland and cities. To the north, sits the continent Muradon. To the east, past the forests, sits Finical. Each of these continents flourishes with culture and economy. But to the southeast sits Arezzo. A powerful necromancer, who has created an army of undead, has tainted this island. But necromancy has dangerous effects. In this world it taints the land. Living plants and animals are twisted. Even the water is dangerous to be in. It’s like acid. The mutant land also grows. And right now, a land bridge is being warped from below the sea, and it grows towards your home. Once it arrives you will be overrun by an army far greater than any army every scene before. Now the government of each country has drafted hundreds of thousands of soldiers into the army. Even with this done, you will still be in for the fight of your lives. Now you have been chosen after proving your skill, one way or another, for an elite squad who will be in charge of leading the frontline. Bavaria: Spoiler Hide Favor, as their called, take pride in their country. The economy has always been great, with even some of the lower-class wearing nicer clothes. They think of themselves as better than any other country for that reason. With a distinct bloodline, the monarchy has ruled for thousands of years, unopposed. The country has a kind and just law system. Everyone gets a chance to tell his or her side. Each city also has a noble bloodline. Some date back centuries, others decades. These nobles, though, haven’t been in power nearly as long as the monarchy. The citizens are content with their way of living and most enjoy many of life’s luxuries. But, there is still the lower class. Although some have jobs and houses, there are some that still have to live in alleys and streets. Some that couldn’t provide for there family. Outside cities, there are acres and acres of farmland. Farmers are some of the richest people in this country, mainly because the citizens of Bavaria enjoy beef and poultry for most of their meals. The main animals that are farmed are cows, chickens, pigs, and horses. Horses are not killed, but are used as transportation, another area to profit from. People rent or buy the horses and use them as a faster way to get across land. In the forests to the east, there are many druids and rangers protecting their land from people seeking to get expand their territory or build new cities. They will be the first to get hit when the undead come to Bavaria. To the west are the dwarves and other mountain races. They excel in smiting and provide the army with their weapons. These people are part of the middle class, along with most other merchants. The Favor army uses a basic hierarchy with the nobles at the highest ranks, most of the time. Citizen recruits start at private, whereas nobles start at sergeant. They progress based on accomplishments. If you do something that is recognized by an officer, most likely you will be promoted. Your pay increases as you rank up. Muradon:Spoiler Hide Muradon was the first country to switch to a republic. Their officials are voted in. They have a senate and executive branch. Unlike older republics (For example Rome.), Muradon allows both men and women from any social class to vote. But the social structure has finer lines than Bavaria. There are the richer people, the merchants, landowners, and higher-ranking officers in this case. There are the middle class, the healers, farmers, and lower-ranking officers. The lower class consists of the privates, peasants and service industry. Most peasants join the military anyway. Like other countries, the economy flourishes and the higher class is almost always treated as royalty. The army is set up where it is harder to get promoted, most likely to prevent lower class people from getting rich, although it has been done before. People in this country usually make weapons, or other equipment. This country will be the last one hit by the hoard. Finical: Spoiler Hide Clinicians are the lower class of the world. Most are hunters and live in the forest. The government is makeshift and always ends up falling apart. If a leader is chosen, (s)he is usually assassinated with-in a few months. Most of the people in this country are barbarians, rangers, scouts, or druids. Clinicians believe that money is useless and chose to raid coastal cities in Bavaria. It is a cold winter day, and you have been summoned to Radar, capital of Bavaria. Outside, snow lightly falls, children stand in the street making snowmen and having snowball fights. Even in this time of crisis, the children remain cheerful. You stand in a large room; a blue carpet lines the center of the floor. Banners with the Favor monarch crest hang from the ceiling between large windows that line the sides of the room. As you enter, you are greeted by a human woman. She has long flowing brown hair and looks to be in her early thirties. She introduces herself,“Hello my name is Mary Accord. I am a general in the Favor military. You must be wondering why I called you here. By now, each of you must know about the impending blight approaching the south-eastern border. We stand on the brink of destruction. We have sent many war mages to destroy the necromancer who controls the undead. But, they are too powerful, all the men and women sent have not returned. You have been selected as an elite task force. You will be the ones to destroy this evil necromancer, any questions?” The general finished and looked solemnly at each one of you individually. When her eyes pass Jan Shin, she suspiciously eyes him for a moment. Spoiler Hide Note: You aren’t all in the military, just so you know. It’s kind of like people were scouting for potential recruits, and they found you. You could be in the military, but it isn’t required. Military work, eh? I'm surprised you would recruit one as old as me. Desperate, aren't we? Crilethin hoots with his laughter, banging the end of his walking stick upon the floor. "Besnard, is it? I don't believe this is the time for jokes. This world is near destruction and yes, we asked you to help. Get over it. All you are is a washed up prion who for some reason was label high ability." She flipped her hair back behind her ear. And then went back to scanning the group. At the back of the group, two men stand slightly apart from the others -- and one of them seems to have brought an unbridled horse, a huge, dark gray stallion with white splotches on its legs and breast. In fact, there are three men; a short, handsome human comes around from behind the horse as General Accord starts speaking. He looks rather out of place dressed in an unremarkable brown tunic, the other two men being heavily armored and wearing military insignia. The owner of the horse is the tallest of the three and wears black from helm to boot; thick silver jewelry and a bright belt provide the only contrast to his funereal outfit. He seems more interested in the General's words than his companion, who wears a more varied and militaristic array of bright steel, dark leather and light cloth. This man is looking over the others assembled in the room with little apparent interest in discretion. In fact, little about the group, from the third man's huge battleaxe to the horse's clear impatience with being indoors, suggests discretion. The tall man meets the General's look impassively. Spoiler Hide I'm sure you could dole Knowledge checks to ID the insignia they sport; they only mark rank in the Muradian army. "The whole world?" Iston asks, quirking an eyebrow." Last I heard it was just this continent."" But that's not important to me. The job, and what it pays, are." He continues shooting a glance to the men in the back. The woman rolls her eyes,"Yes, the pay. You all will be paid very generously for your services to the country." "And the specifics of the job?" Iston returns." Location to head to, our support, our supplies? Do we have an dissertation point, with a place to head to, or are we searching for the necromancer as well?" The old elf stops his laughter then closes eyes, breathing deeply. After a few moments they slowly open, staring daggers into the general. Do not make light of the powers of the mind, youth, I am greater than your ranking system. Respect your elders. I accept the summons simply for the want for a world where my blood can prosper in peace. What further information have you regarding this mission? Our exact objective, so to speak. The young woman started to pace around the room. A sorrowful looked filled her eyes, probably from your seemingly impossible task she was about to give you." You will be magically inserted at the southeast border, around the city Judah. According to our wizards, there are only about thirty undead around this area. Your job is to eliminate them and continue onto Albrecht. There you will find a lot more undead. Only attack them if you believe you will not be overwhelmed. Your job is to scout the undead, and report back any specifics about the army." The woman walked up to the old elf and said straight to his face,"Listen to me, elf. I am the highest ranking officer in the Radar military, I have hundreds of thousands of soldiers under my control. Don't threaten me, because you have no idea what I can do to you. For all you know, I could use the same mind magic as you, far more powerful than anything you can do. Think about that when you open your mouth next time." Then she took a few steps back and looked back at the rest of the people,"Any more questions, that I haven't answered?" Spoiler Hide Could everyone avoid using royal blue for text. That seemed the most appropriate color for this NPC. "Supplies, for one. And now that I know the plan, what sort of undead are we going to be dropped by?" Iston asks, rubbing his chin thoughtfully." I require that knowledge for my battle plan. Depending on the type, I'll need to adjust my weapon to fit. " "Any basic supplies will be provided. As far as we can tell, most of the undead are zombies. But, I wouldn't be surprised to find other types. That is as much about the enemies as we have found. Sadly the necromancer is shielding his minions from too much crying. It is a wonder we know as much as we do." She walked to the door leading outside. As she opened it, a gust of wind flooded in. She turned to a soldier standing outside the door and ordered,"Go get the mage that I told you about." With that, the guard scurried of towards the cities arcane college. The general shut the door and the cold air immediately dissolved. "Your hundreds of thousands of soldiers, ma'am," says the man with the horse, his voice ringing surprisingly high. "Are they not marching south, too? For what force are we scouting?" "The majority of the army has already started marching towards Judah. There are still guards posted in and around the city, to prevent any other countries from invading in this time of crisis. Your job is to figure out many undead will be expected to enter the country at one time. You need only go a few miles out of the country. Please try to keep an estimated number of enemies that you can report back to us. This way we can think of a battle strategy when we march into Albrecht. Most likely, the necromancer has lieutenants. You are to kill these lieutenants and make sure they cannot come back. After all the lieutenants are killed, you will be the ones to eliminate the necromancer who controls the undead. Most likely, he is also some type of powerful undead, so be prepared." The woman finished, still waiting for the guard to return with the mage from the arcane college. My dear general, don't take my comments as insubordination. I meant in your rankings of prions. Besides, if you were more talented in my art, you wouldn't require the aid of a mage to transport us to our destination. Crilethin bows his head and steps back after this, quelling any further comments in the pursuit of expediency. "So we go down, kill what undead we can find, and rendezvous with the main force, says the man in black. He smiles." Right up my alley. The rest of you prepared to get going?" Spoiler Hide I'm ready to bite the bullet and just depart. Or we can do formal introductions... "The mage should be here in about ten minutes. Until then, you may talk among yourselves. Now, if you don't mind, I must go suit up. I will be teleported after you, for I am leading the main force into battle." With that, she turns and exits the room through a door in the back. As the door shuts, you hear a click. She locked the door behind her. Jan Shin"Well, won't be any love lost there," says the man in black as soon as the lock clicks shut. "Sir Jan Shin Algerian, Knight of Muradon. But please, Jan Shin is fine. This is Captain Tendril, my second in command -- when there are troops to command." The man with the axe bows his head, but doesn't say anything. Of course, that is what courtesy dictates, but courtesy seems to have been put out of mind in this room." I was trained as a War mage and normally lead troops for General Thick, of Muradon. But obviously times are not normal, and so here I am. I did hope we would have a larger force, but... I suppose we can make do." He pauses." Unless you have many men with you?" he asks hopefully, looking over the others. Our mission is one of stealth, young one. Too many men would lead to our faster discovery. Do you fear fighting alone? The old elf smiles obnoxiously at Jan Shin. "Listen, buddy. We're being inserted into a hostile heavy zone. As much as I'd like additional people guarding my back, we can't afford the delays it would take." Iston says, rolling his eyes." Aside from that, my name is Piston d'Chair. Premiere swordsman." He continues, nodding. "Finally!! I was getting tired of punishing small-time criminals. It's about time I was selected for a greater purpose. You may consider this necromancy dead from now on. Cause, Gil var, dwarves paladin of Moran is coming to kill him." Jan Shin"No," says Jan Shin, "Though I'd rather avoid it!" The old man can talk all he wants." Are you afraid to fight? Anyway, I wasn't suggesting we wait. It's good to have a swordsman and some confidence. "I hadn't realized that we were leaving quite so soon, however. This is Braxton," he says, slapping a hand on the horse's side. "And we need to get him saddled and armored. We'll be back in a moment." With that, all three men and the horse turn and walk deliberately through the door. Once outside, they move faster." Santay, hurry ahead and get things ready. Damian, you and the men will come down with the main force and join us at the sea. They'll fight will fight with Thick, but see if you can stick around Accord. We should know what's going on at the top. Keep Santa close, and the old man [Thick] should let you contact me if something comes up. Hopefully I'll see you in a couple of weeks. Go, now, back to the camp. Tell Roan to keep the others safe." Jan Shin meets Santa and Tao at the nearest stable, where they are keeping Braxton's armor. They get ready in about five minutes, say their brief goodbyes, and go their separate ways. Braston returns to the building after about ten minutes, wearing his helmet and with the horse fully covered in near-black half plate. I wouldn't have accepted this mission if I were afraid to fight. I am Cretin Besnard, a "high ability" prion as you may have heard the general say. Furthermore, I have never had true reason to fight in the past, so I can only offer my exceptional ability. The elf bows, a fire in his eyes as he smiles. "Excellent companions, bringer food and all. This beast should feed us for quite a bit." Before anyone could react to the strange statement about eating the horse, the door swung open. In walked a mage in fancy robes studded with gems. Behind him stood to other people. The studded robed man introduced himself,"I am Aldrich the Wise, Arch Mage of the Arcane College of Radar. I guess I'm supposed to teleport you or something. Along with these other two that came to the college instead of here. I'll give you a moment for meet and greet." With that, he started to pace around the room, waiting for the introductions to finish.((This is when metahuman1 and 00110111 enter the game)) OO Hui, hee, hahaha, more young ones! I hope I don't end up babysitting you lot. Hee, honcho. In all seriousness, though, welcome! We're off to slay the undead! Cretin's the name. The graying elf with fire eyes holds out a tired hand in greeting. His eyes pierce into you, contradicting his exuberant exterior. Jan Shin That's seriousness?" Sir Jan Shin Algerian, War mage and Major of the Muradian army," Jan Shin says to the newcomers (latecomers?), realizing that for perhaps the first time in his memory he may be surrounded by people less inclined to formality than he is. "I was told we were waiting for 'the Mage'... which of you is that?" Two pairs of cold gray eyes enter the room from the Mage's shadow. As the mage moves off, a large wolf in spiked armor steps into view. He sniffs the air, turns his head, and whines hungrily." You've already eaten!"reprimands the gnomish warrior, outfitted in fashionably-dilapidated brigantine armor. The gnome meets the eyes of men around the room, flooding their minds with droughts of raw emotion -- a byproduct of immense power at the brink of bursting forth. To those who are fighting-fit, she salutes as a matter of course. She bares her teeth in a silent hiss at the Goddard, for it is her experience that war culls those who lack both mind and body." The Evil Mage will remember one name, which I will one day brand into his soul before I send him to Hades forever." The gnome raises her clenched fist, which bursts into flame." Shauna Boss, Prismatic Legionnaire. We are ready to disembark."she declares decisively. She clasps the hand of any who still proffer it. Her handshake is firm, even if it will only fit around two human-sized fingers. Oh, dear.... a gnome. There goes the neighborhood." Welcome! I sure hope this "embarking" has nothing to do with ships. Just teleport us into the middle of things." "That would be my Gathering at any rate." This form a very short, very thin man of obvious even heritage. He wore a simple sturdy robe of gray and a pair of brown boots, practical attire for traveling. On his person was a leather belt that had several pouches on it as well as a single dagger in a sheath, and across his back was a short bow and arrows, along with a relatively small traveling pack. He also bore a thin bronze colored band of metal around his head, hanging just above the bases of his pointed ears, and a pair of sturdy forearm guards, made with leather and judging form the design built with some manner of metal on the inside, which produced a very soft glow, virtually unnoticeable glow. His last ornament was a ring, made seemingly of some manner of dull colored metal and fashioned in the shape of several feathers linked as one. He was lithely built, where he any more so he'd either have looked sickly or effeminate, anyone's guess which. His hair was silver, but not in such a way that it seemed to add age to his physical appearance. On the contrary, he seemed fairly young by Elvin standards, though for most in the room that might just be a perception. But it was those Honey Gold eyes, filled to the brim with force of personality, Raw intellect, and no scant about of cunning, that made you realize he was not someone a wise man would take lightly." Darsidhien Gasoline, Days for short if you prefer. Good to meet you all. I apologize for the Delay, but I only just arrived in town not two hours ago. I'm glad I didn't miss the group, and I hope we didn't"at this he nodded his head toward the gnome to indicate who "we" was in this sentence."cause too much of a delay?" He gave a curious smile to all, though as the Gnome made her speech, he did raise a single eyebrow for just a second, betraying no particular emotion on his features as he did. He offered a hand to anyone interested in shaking by way of greeting as he spoke. He was coming on as relatively friendly, one had to wonder if he really understood what he was getting into. Then again, Those eyes of his said he didn't miss much. The mage who was pacing around the room stopped and turned towards the group." I will be transporting you. As I said before, my name is Aldrich the wise. Just tell me when you're ready, and you will be on your way to Judah. For know, I will be admiring the architecture of this building." With that, he turned back and started pacing, looking at the walls and ceiling and what not. The mage dispels the fire and swats the finger away from his face." Don't threaten me, or I swear, you will be in so much pain that the high priestess herself won't be able to fix you."the mage yells at Shauna. "I am following orders. You can take five minutes to say hello, or you can yell at me. Neither option will get you to the undead faster. So, just shut your mouth and leave me alone. You will be killing zombies soon enough." OoC: Probably not a good idea to fight the 16th level wizard. Just saying. Cretin walks to the gnome and lightly grabs the wrist of the flaming hand. Calm yourself, gnome. He is not the threat here. Save your fury for creatures that deserve it. He smiles at Shauna and holds out a hand to her wolf, allowing it to sniff, hopefully gaining permission to pet it from the animal itself. I knew it ..... wheehehhehe ... gnomes "Well, well. A belligerent gnome, an old cryonicist, an elf mage, a war mage, a trouble-making dwarf, and my handsome self." Iston says, rubbing his chin." No way we can fail." He continues, brushing a hair from his eyes." We're far too ragtag to not succeed. Let's get going." "Hey, who you calling trouble-making! Watch that tongue of yours. ..... you wouldn't happen to be evil now, would you?" "I Concur, nothing could conceivably go wrong with this. Tell me, do we have a plan beyond stick the pointy objects into the moving corpses until they stop moving?" There was sarcasm in his voice, and he was rubbing his temples as he spoke. They would put me with one of those all talent no discipline types too boot. This with regard to the Gnome. Still, this is important, so I suppose we should be going." Alright, since the lady is in such a rush, We should perhaps get down there and take a look at the terrain, begin working out best angle of approach then?" Well mage? Shall we depart? Crilethin interrupts the architectural admiration. Jan Shin"My plan includes blasting them as well as poking them, but I think that's the gist of it," the War mage says. "Let's be off." "Very well, everyone must place a finger on my robe, as much as I hate it. Then, we will teleport to the drop zone and I will teleport back here." After everyone puts there finger on him, the mage says,"Hold on, wouldn't want to be misplaced." He casts the spell and after a second you realize that you have not been teleported." What, that's strange, that should have worked, let me try again." The mage tries again, but with no luck, you are still in Radar."This is very strange. We should be at the drop point. Why is my magic not working?" Why indeed? That is a good question. Spoiler Hide (1d20+18)[19] Knowledge Arcane check to see if I can think of why this would be happening. In regard to the knowledge check: You only can speculate that it may be magic causing it. I edited, sorry. The drop point is obviously compromised. We must go somewhere else. Crilethin looks to the ground and shakes his head, laughing softly. Brilliant adventure thus far. Is this an IC thing we're supposed to deal with or are we just treading water while the healer gets finished? Jan Shin"I trust you feel that lock, too," Jan Shin says, hoping that this august magus has at least as much a feeling for arcane as the war mage himself does. "I don't get it... You are the guy that is supposed to transport us, but you fail at just that?" "Some Necromancers can cast spells that are not done with regard to the Arcane application or influence of the powers of life and death themselves. "The Wizard began, his eyes shining with the speed his mind was working with." It would require a very, very powerful bit of magic to prevent the teleportation this man just attempted," At this he indicated the other mage." We know those to be facts. Therefore, I submit three theorys that are within the realm of possibility based on that those facts. The first, is that there is at minimum one Necromancer whom we will be opposing that is powerful enough to work such magics, and has done so. The second, Is that the Necromancer is itself not capable of such a feat of arcane ability, but has at minimum one member of his undead legions that is, and who is working as either an ally to the Necromancer, or as a Servant of some manner. The last is that the Necromancer has recruited at least one ally who is capable of such a thing, form some at the moment undermined source. Sadly I have not nearly enough information at my dispose at the moment to hazard speculation as to what that could be." One would imagine that the Petite elf would have tired by now of speaking, or indeed needed to stop to gasp breath. However, such proved to not be the case yet." I would also add, that this does not bode well at all for us, and that we may need to select and attempt an alternative landing site if one is readily available. Surely when scouting was done at least one backup plan was made for this contingency?" The elf quieted his rapid speaking at last, now awaiting an answer to the question he'd ended on. "Yes, you have to travel to the drop point without magic, either by horse or something else. Of course, the drop point is about two thousand miles away, so it would be best for you to leave now." Without letting anyone respond, the mage said,"Now. Go. Shoo. Get. Leave. Go save the world or whatever." He walked over to the front door and opened it, holding it open for the group to exit. Could you guys please post character names at the tops of your posts, at least until I get everyone sorted out? Jan Shines the elf goes on, Jan Shin's eyebrows rise progressively higher -- where he wearing his stout, spiked helmet they might be lost to sight." Good theories," he says flatly. "You've deduced that there's a powerful organist foiling the teleportation spell. Brilliant. Glad to know that the magic hasn't sprung up on its own." He pauses." Actually, do we know that? Anyway, I'll add another theory for you -- it was a powerful mage not allied with the necromancer who has cast the spell!" Jan Shin then smiles at the elf. It seems quite genuine." As for you," he continues, turning toward the ornately-robed man trying to hurry them away. "It's a good thing the rest of us don't lie down when we meet a little bit of resistance, or you wouldn't even have an ivory tower to scuttle off to. My first thought would be that someone try and abjure whatever effect it is stymieing your spell, but everyone seems to have given up on that. So our first course of action will be to leave the city -- and therefore the area of this spell, if the Gods are with us -- and try to teleport from there. If you can't think of an alternative, it looks like you'll be coming with us." The soldier's voice has raised in volume some, but he doesn't seem terribly angry, more exasperated, his inflection suggesting that he's explaining something quite simple to an apprentice." Or I suppose you can send a missive to General Accord." He smiles again. It is definitely an insincere gesture this time, except for the part that broadcasts self-satisfaction. And don't even suggest a Mass Fly, that's the very last option we'll pursue. After marching south with the rest of the army. Piston"Of all the times to not know that trick..." Iston mutters, rubbing the bridge of his nose." I completely agree with... Jan, I believes, plan. It's the best option we have." He says, cracking his neck." So let's get moving."((Note that I, in the first bit of stuff, alwayssay my character's name. Just sayin')) The General returned to the room, now suited in a set of breastplate. Seeing that you were still there, she asked"What seems to be the problem? You should be gone by now." The mage filled her in on everything, including Jan's plan. Afterward, she said"I see, well your best bet is to try the spell again outside the radius of the spell." She walked over to the door and opened it, telling the guard outside to come in. "This is Phil, he will escort you to a new location for the spell to cast." Phil was a taller human with brown hair. In one hand, he held a crossbow. At his waist, was a long sword in its sheathe. This was typical for these guards, most of them used crossbow, for some reason. Phil responded,"Yes, General." He then turned to the group." Please follow me, I will bring you to a safe area outside the city." He motioned for all of you to follow. Jan Shin Algerian"Jan Shin," corrects the war mage. Smiling at the academia's silence, he follows the guard out the door and quickly mounts his horse. "Uhm, we are going on foot, are we?" Cretin Besnard Or at least by horseback. Phil tells everyone to wait while he leaves for a few minutes. He returns about ten minutes later. Behind him, stands a horse for each person who doesn't have one already." Mount up, this will be quicker by horse." Jan Shin"Good, let's go." "Uhm..... oh dear...... yeah .... I'm not too good with horses.................. HELP!" "My apologies Master Dwarf, but I am unable to render any meaningful assistance in that regard. But try to take comfort in the fact that I have No aptitude for Equestrian activity's or Permutes myself." And now, the elf sounded part way between annoyed and nervous. Jan Shin"You can ride Braxton with me," Jan Shin says to the elf. "What horseman have we who can take the dwarf?" Phil says, "I'll take the dwarf, I suppose." He sighs and mounts his horse, waiting for the dwarf to come over to him, so he can help him up onto the horse. "My thanks. At some point, I really must learn a spell to render the need of a mount a none issue." The elf proceeds, with Jan Shins aid, to get in the saddle. The dwarf grumbling and all, gets on the horse." Ok, horsey, throw me off, and I'll eat you." ((Fast Forwarding memory to a more recent one. Wait, is that copyrighted?)) You ride out of the city to an outpost. You are now about 10 miles out of the city. The place looks deserted, but it is also the perfect place to cast the spell away from prying eyes. The mage dismounts from his horse and states, "Okay, this should be good, we shouldn't be interrupted anymore. You all know the drill,"he said pointing at the ground. Phil waits to leave until after the spell is cast. "Good, this horse has had long enough to plan and kill me. Best leave it here." Cretin Besnard I know not of the arts of riding. I will also need assistance. Spoiler Hide Oh deep... XD The elf, with some manner of difficulty, managed a dismount, having made up his mind by that point that he was inclined to prefer walking when it was viable." Good, On with it, we go then." Slipping off the horse with little effort, Piston looks around the area." Hm... Good ambush territory. Eyes open, everyone." He says, keeping his eyes peeled for threats. Phil directs you to an old building and swings the door open. Light slips through cracks in the wall. He has his sword drawn in case anything is inside. A horrible odor comes from inside the room. He takes one step into the room before sees a corpse on the floor about six feet in. He looks to the side a sees blood splattered on the wall. On what appears to be the commanding officers desk you see another corpse, dressed in full officers clothing. He is spread across, with ropes restraining his legs and arms. Around him, candles sticks are set up. It appears they were put out recently. Behind you, you hear an ominous moan and what sounds like a human woman giggling. If you turn around, you see nothing but more old buildings. Spoiler Hide Turning on detect evil scanner. Jan Shin Jan Shin unstraps the long spear from his saddle and raises it to his shoulder. Spoiler Hide Waiting on answers to IOC questions. Days will draw a wand from his belt and come to stand behind the Dwarf. He is also going to cast Mage Armor and Detect Magic, in that order, and then ready an action too counter-spell. ((Answers to questions in IOC Thread))Phil turns toward the noise as well, drawing his crossbow as he sheathes his sword. The giggling is now getting louder. All of a sudden, Phil collapses to one knee. He yells out in pain. Clearly he is being hurt severely. Eventually, he stops yelling, collapsing to the ground. He is still conscious, but he is also in no condition to stand, let alone fight. He appears to be permanently damaged, twitching on the ground. CrilethinI've spent too long in solitude... damn it all... The elf's eyes glow red and orange as he centers himself. Spoiler Hide Move action to gain psionic focus in case I didn't have it. Realizing, the danger he is in, Gil var casts protection from evil on himself. Hmmpf, the irony, evil would need protection from me, not really the other way around. Spoiler Hide The following is on my Initiative. Days moved to stand behind the dwarf, bringing out a smooth, narrow, you wood stick, eleven inches long and a bit springy, and seemingly slick at first glance. First order of Business, make sure he wasn't going to die to a stray shot or a well-placed charge. He spoke a few words of a language no longer used to simply speak, and at the end jerked his finger at the Dwarf, who swelled in size till he stood almost ten feet tall! Spoiler Hide Move action, moved behind Silver, drawing my wand of grease as I do, and used a Standard action to cast enlarge person on him, and am now using him for cover. Why? He looked tough and strong and armored and seemed to like big sharp things, so I figured in character he'd like it, and my character would be able to logic out making someone like that bigger and then hiding behind them to work spells. Phil lies unconscious on ground. He isn't moving, except for the occasional twitch.((Next up is the-mage-king)) Keeping his blade sheathed, Piston mutters a curse. With a shift of his left arm, and a small wand slides into his hand as he dashes to the southwest. Spoiler Hide Quick Draw wand of Disruption, Move to... I'll call it 10B. ((Is that right?)) At the sound of approaching feet, five human zombies storm out of the other building, breaking down the doors in their way. Two come from the north building, one from the west building, and two more from the south. Jan Shin is attacked by two zombies, piston by one, and Gil var by another two. Jan Shin:Spoiler Hide First Zombie: Spoiler Hide First Zombie Attack Roll:(1d20+2)[22] First Zombie CRT Confirm:(1d20+2)[6] First Zombie Damage: (1d6+1)[3] Second Zombie: Spoiler Hide Second Zombie Attack Roll:(1d20+2)[8] Second Zombie CRT Confirm:(1d20+2)[19] Second Zombie Damage:(1d6+1)[3] Piston:Spoiler Hide Zombie Attack Roll:(1d20+2)[8] Zombie CRT Confirm:(1d20+2)[22] Zombie Damage: (1d6+1)[7] Gil var:Spoiler Hide First Zombie: Spoiler Hide First Zombie Attack Roll:(1d20+2)[5] First Zombie CRT Confirm:(1d20+2)[18] First Zombie Damage: (1d6+1)[2] Second Zombie: Spoiler Hide Second Zombie Attack Roll:(1d20+2)[7] Second Zombie CRT Confirm:(1d20+2)[21] Second Zombie Damage: (1d6+1)[6] You continue to hear giggling, but no other being comes out of a building. You can discern that it is coming from the west building. Jan Shines the zombies approach him, Jan Shin takes a sharp stab at one with his long spear, hoping to keep them from closing in on him. Spoiler Hide AOO - (1d20+6)[23], AOO DMG - (1d8+1)[4] I assume that didn't drop it and JS takes the damage. Jan Shin The zombies swing at the War mage astride his horse, one dead fist bouncing harmlessly off his Greaves but the other striking his leg at a lucky angle and causing Jan Shin to grimace." Cut them down," he urges the others, voice still level, as Braxton rears up and strikes out with his hooves and teeth, hitting first the unharmed Zombie and then the one damaged by Jan Shin's lance. Spoiler Hide Hoof1 - (1d20+8)[9], Damage1 - (1d6+4)[8] Hoof2 - (1d20+8)[14], Damage2 - (1d6+4)[9] Bite - (1d20+3)[17], Damage3 - (1d4+2)[5] Jan Shin If one or more of the zombies remain(s) standing, Jan Shin maneuvers Braxton in a 5' step away from it/them. He points at one of the remaining zombies (one adjacent to him if any remain, otherwise the one assaulting Piston) and there's an explosion of flame, immolating the animated corpse. Spoiler Hide Using the ability from Fiery Burst to create a 5' radius burst of flame that will affect a zombie and none of Jan Shin's allies. Fire Damage - (4d6)[16], Reflex Save DC 19 for half damage. Whraaaghh!!! DIED ZOMBIES!! Expending a turn undead attempt to activate divine wrath on my axe, which adds(4d6)[14]damage to the first attack that hits. (swift action)Attack(1d20+13)[26];(1d10+7)[13]CRT(1d20+13)[25];(1d10+7)[9]Attack(1d20+8)[10];(1d10+7)[11]CRT(1d20+8)[18];(1d10+7)[15] Spoiler Hide DM Stuff. Don't look Spoiler Hide Zombie 1:HP: Destroyed Zombie 2: HP: 16 Zombie 3: HP: Destroyed Zombie 4: HP: Destroyed Zombie 5: HP: 16 As the zombie approaches Jan Shin, he is jabbed in the shoulder. It seems to be fine still and manages to slam the war mage in the leg. The other zombie misses Jan Shin. As the horse rears up, he swings his hooves and bites at the zombies. The first hoof misses while the second one catches the damage zombie in the gut. The horse lunges at the now bloodied zombie, biting its head off. The zombie collapsed to the ground. The unharmed zombie is unable to dodge the Fiery Blast. In fact, it tripped trying to avoid the fire. As a result, the zombie burns, leaving the smell of burning flesh behind. It is also destroyed.----------------------------------Gil var swings his axe at the first zombie. Decapitating it with extreme prejudice. It is thoroughly destroyed. The second swing misses all together, almost clipping your own leg.----------------------------------The giggling has stopped, and you cannot hear any noise coming from the building whatsoever.

Taking Down the Necromancer-IC[Team 1]|rating:3.0

Sibling Secrets

@Wendie*Jay was an easy-going guy. As well as being a fitness fanatic he was very much a family man. He adored his family and would do anything he can to help them ok whenever they needed it. Maybe that's exactly why he couldn't hold down a very long term relationship, because women couldn't handle just how close he was to his family. They always came first to him. Now he was at the age of 30, that was really no different. His little sister and his parents were his everything. Work came a close 2nd - he was a personal trainer so his tendency to want to help people shone in his career too. Staying at 6ft5 with a very muscular figure he was the definition of a buff, ruggedly handsome man. He had short dark hair, almost in an 'Elvis Presley' style and dark brown eyes. So again he was literally the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He loved sports and fitness and so, in work he was truly in his element. His little sister had recently moved in with him after she graduated from college and was trying to find a job that suited her while being looked after by her big brother. She'd been around for about 6 months and after not seeing her for years as she moved away for college, she had grown into an incredibly mature and strikingly beautiful young woman. He was proud of her and her maturity meant he could relate to her more and more, and they could be respectful adults and siblings to each other. On this day, a Saturday he was just waking up and for a change he had the whole weekend off. He laid in bed for a while just relaxing as he always would when he had the time to do so. Time to relax was important to him to be able to unwind and recharge* @WheelerguyWendie has always looked up to her brother, as it had always been just the two of them as they grew up, of course in high school she didn’t see him in a regular basis, but they did spend as much time as they could together. Wendi was also her own person, she liked sports almost as much as Jay, playing softball and volleyball while in school and private, having parents who worked hard for their money and basically running their own company helped out her through the private softball team she played on until senior year of high school. Besides sports, Wendi loved dancing and acting, she knew not to pursue those as careers, but in high school she was in the dance team and did a few plays here and there. One thing about her and Jay, was that he supported everything she did throughout high school and even when she went into college as well. She invited to him to almost ever even she was a part of in school, or just to come visit her in college. Wendi wouldn’t call herself hot, but she did have confidence in her body, as well abs her brain. She wasn’t as you all as her brother, being at 5ft3, thanks to their mom who gave her the short end of the stick, but she didn’t mind her shortness, she thought it was cute. Her hair was wavy and just as dark as Jay’s with a tint of red in it, but her eyes were hazel, a cross between the brown eyes her dad and brother possessed, the green her mom and just a slight tent of blue from some other family member down the line. Wendie still worked out on a regular basis, so her body reflected it. Her figure was a bit curvy, but her stomach was toned as where her legs since she took up dancing and then running in college. Wendi wasn’t one who liked being based off her looks, which would turn heads, but she was smart as well. She had majored in business management, as one day she would like to own her own bakery and flower shop, hoping for it to become a well known name in decorating hotels and restaurants, but also open to weddings especially for her cakes. Right now she was just a newly 22-year-old college graduate, living with her older brother for six months. She had gotten up early for her yoga class that she started at the gym her brother worked for, but now she was home and wanted to thank her brother for letting her stay here while she got on her feet. That’s where she found herself in front of the stove working on breakfast, firing the eggs just the way he likes them and making bacon for him as well, low sodium kind since he was a personal trainer. She knew he would be home all weekend, so she thought they could spend some brother sister time. Wendi also wanted to tell him she got an interview on Monday morning at a company downtown as a personal assistant to one of the female Vice Presidents of the company. Wendi was wearing a pair of black leggings and a crop top, so half of her stomach as exposed, and the leggings shaped her backside. Pulling out some plates and putting his food on it, with a glass of milk, and she brought to his room. She knew he was relaxing, but he never mindedness her interruptions, “Good Morning Jay, I made you breakfast” she smiled as she sat the food in front of him. *Jay was laid in bed watching TV when Wendi came in with a tray full of his favorite breakfast food* oh hey Wendi....wow, this looks awesome, thank you Sunni....*he sat up and smiled widely as he looked at the amazing food Wendi had prepared for him* what's this in aid of?....kidding *he laughed* thank you, you know how to please your big brother don't ya? You have been to yoga this morning already? I have no idea even what time it is....but I don't care, it's Saturday *he laughed and picked up his knife and fork immediately beginning to eat* mmm delicious, thanks sis....want a bite? *He raised his eyebrows as he spoke, the blanket slipping down to expose his muscular torso as he began to eat. He only wore boxers to bed so he was topless right now, but it felt so normal to be around his sister like this. She was family.* Wendi smiled as he thanked her for the breakfast she made him “Of course big brother, I got to take care of one of my favorite guys,” she said smiling at him as she sat down on the bed beside him. Wendi smiled “Well it’s for thanking you for letting me live here with you... I’m not a chick magnet I know that...and also I wanted to let you know that I have an interview at a company downtown on Monday” she explained and smiled after letting him know her career was starting off, and she wanted him to be proud of her. For some reason she felt pleased when her brother was proud of her. She nodded “Yeah, yoga was great and very needed...helped me relax. Thanks for suggesting the class for me,” she smiled at him and noticed the blanket fall. She was always mesmerized by how good he looked with no shirt on, muscular and strong. He could get a girlfriend if he tried, he was handsome, and she didn’t care if it was weird to say that about her brother. She nodded “I would love a bite,” she said leaning forward, her shirt dropped a bit, her breasts pressed together because of her sports bra, and she took the bite he presented to her. She moaned, and her eyes closed on accident because of how good the food was and she is proud of herself. *he gasped in delight as she mentioned having a job interview, and he reached over, wrapping his free arm around her for a hug* that's awesome Wendi, see.... I told ya something would come up soon! I'm proud of ya making your own way in the world. You'll kill it at the interview, I guarantee it *he smiled and held her close for a hug before ruffling her hair like he always used to lovingly when they were kids* I can tell you're happy about it *he smiled and returned to eating, feeding her a little bit when he offered it to her* see, you can cook a damn good breakfast too.... I knew there was a reason I let you stay here...*he winked at her as he teased her* Wendi smiled and hugged him as they pulled away “Yeah I’m just glad it’s an actual company that I can get experience in, even if I am gonna per a personal assistant, but they are paying me, so I’m not going to complain” she said smiling and rolled her eye as he ruffled her hair, as she fixed it before taking another bite of the food he was offering. She smiled “Yeah I hope it goes well, so I can help you out,” she said smiling “and probably start looking for a place of my own... I don’t want to be the reason you don’t have a girlfriend” she said softly and smiled at him “Well I did have to perfect cooking my own breakfast while in college, glad you like it,” she replied feeling her cheeks turn red from his compliment and teasing. Hey, it ain't my fault or your fault I have a hot sister *he laughed* if ladies can't handle my family, screw'em! You know me enough by now to know I ain't going to see you stuck for anything whether I'm single, married or whatever. If I can help you just by giving you a roof over your head while you get back on your feet after college then damn it, I'll do it. You can count on me little sis! Oh, by the way, my boss has allowed me to gift you free membership at the gym, so your financial information has been deleted, and you ain't going to have to pay anything anymore while you use the place, ok? Benefits of having family working in a good gym *he smiled, continuing to eat his bacon* this is so good by the way, thank you sweetheart... Wendi smiled softly at his comment, not wanting to blush. “Well good to know that we believe the same thing. Family is important and comes first, any man that wants to be with me is going to have to know you and our parents are important to me” she said smiling “just like you are with your girlfriends, whenever you get one that understands,” she said smiling at himself. Wendi listened “Thank you for letting me stay here, and I will always be great full that you are helping me while I get a job and money to support myself,” she replied and took a piece of bacon, eating it as she stood up “your boss is very generous, and thanks for letting me know. I’ll be using the gym more often then,” she added and walked towards the door “I have to go get a shower in since Yoga, but maybe we could do something together since your off,” she said smiling. Oh sure, whenever you're done in the shower I'll have one too, and then we can go out and do something. It's a nice day out there ain't it? *He smiled as he finished his breakfast pretty quickly and stretched out, putting the tray on the floor* let me know when you're done, and then I'll get myself ready ok sweetie? *He smiled and let her go towards the bathroom, her gym clothes really making her curves more noticeable. She was a gorgeous young woman and that was just another reason to be proud of her* Wendi smiled and nodded “ok. We can decide what to do after your out of the shower and yes it is a beautiful day,” she said smiling and left his room. She took a quick shower and out her hair up in a small town as she worked on finding an outfit, changing into a pair of basic leggings and put on a short-sleeved blue denim dress that sent just above her mid-thigh. She added a pair of black and white converse and fixed her make up, taking the towel down and letting its natural waves shine, after she brushed it. Furthermore, she walked out “Ok, Jay you can take a shower now. You want to get coffee on our day out” she asked him, as she sat on the couch turning the TV on and watch The Office. *he smiled as he looked at her looking beautiful after being in the shower. He stood up out of his bed in just his boxers, bringing the tray to the sink in the kitchen before he stopped to talk to her again* yeah, we can take a walk in the park if you want...there's a café there, and we can get a coffee if you want to *he smiled* ok, I won't be long sis....*He quickly went to the bathroom and got into the shower after he closed the door. The bathroom was very steamy after Wendi had just used it as he stripped his boxers off and found that his cock was a little hard. He enjoyed taking a shower because he could quickly masturbate in peace. So when he turned the water on, standing under it, he proceeded to jerk his cock to hardness and quickly cumming as he found himself thinking about his sister just in the next room. He didn't take too long in the shower as after a few minutes he got out and quickly scurried to his room to get dressed. He chose a casual pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt and white sneakers and put on a little bit of his favorite Michael Kors aftershave* Wendi watched as he walked in putting the trey in the kitchen, and he was just in his boxers. Furthermore, he was very fit and tall. She smiled at him “Yeah, a walk in the park and coffee sounds good to me. Just a day with my big brother, we could get lunch or dinner later as well,” she said softly as he went to take his shower. Wendie couldn’t stop thinking about his muscular chest and how good-looking her brother was. She shouldn’t be thinking about her brother this way, it was wrong. She even had a dream the other day, he was sad she had it move out because her job paid her enough to get her own place, and somehow the two ended up in bed, and she woke up wet thinking about it. Furthermore, she couldn’t do that, it was her brother and it was wrong. Furthermore, she started washing the dishes before they left, her back towards him as he walked out, and she smelt his aftershave, he smelt like a man, a very good smelling man. “Ok I’m just finishing up cleaning these dishes, and they can dry by the time we get back,” she said softly as she heard him walk out of the bathroom. Yeah, leave the dishes, they'll be fine Wendi.... come on, get your ass in gear, and we can go out *he laughed* I'll drive us to the park, I'll bet the last thing you want to do is walk all the way there and all the way back again *he grinned as he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the dishes* stop being such a housewife in the kitchen....*he laughed and dragged her out of the kitchen, grabbing his car keys as they headed out the door into the bright summer day, unlocking his car* Wendi looked at him “I just didn’t want to come back and have to clean it later” she said softly and pouted “I’m not being a housewife, I’m just helping out around” she said as she moved with him out the door, grabbing her Micheal Tors purse and phone. She nodded “As much as I like to be in shape I would really just like to enjoy my time-out and not have to walk everywhere,” she said as they got in the car, and he started driving towards the park. Yep, it's good to relax ain't it? *He smiled as he buckled up and began to drive out of their neighborhood and towards the park* you don't need to do the dishes all the time ya know....it's your house too, but things can wait. Always remember to give yourself the time to relax on the weekend, ya hear me? *He laughed* we can go out somewhere for dinner tonight if you want....my treat to say congratulations on getting your first interview after college *he smiled* Wendi nodded “Yeah it is good to relax” she answered and looked over at him. Girls, your missing out on a good man, what was wrong with being close to your family, she wondered. Wendi nodded “I know, I’m just thankful to you after mom and dad didn’t let me move in for a little bit I was stuck, and you just took me in...lost a girlfriend because of it” she said softly “so I have just been really grateful for having you as my big brother, and I won’t be as crazy about the dishes when we get back,” she said leaning against the passenger seat, look out the window “Alright. I am down for getting dinner,” she said smiling. I told ya, if bitches can't handle the fact I'm close to you that tells me 2 things. 1, they can't trust me around even my own family which is weird in itself...and 2, they're jealous because you're a beautiful woman so you're threatened by you. That ain't your problem *he smiled* anyway, this interview....you got your clothes ready and stuff like that? I've to look professional to make a good impression. First impressions count a hell of a lot....trust me when I tell ya, how you look can mean the difference in getting the job and not getting it... Wendi nodded “Yeah I have a few clothing options that I wore to my internships, and they said would be good to wear for interviews as well as for work,” she said softly “and since my interview is with a woman I want to be respectful and not dress unprofessional since being a big position as a female is big for them. I want her to know I’m serious,” she said knowing exactly how she was going to dress. A professional dress that isn’t to show6, but not to conservative either, with some heels. Wendi nodded “Tell me about your first interviews?” Pooh well, my first interview I ever had been for an office job just like yours. I didn't get it..... I completely suck at interviews, I freeze up....even now, if I had to go for another interview I know I'd fail. Thank god when I turned to personal training it was just perfect for me and because I knew that's what I wanted to do, the guys in the gym could see that so, I got the job. If you're passionate, then you won't have a problem. Just be yourself, smile, and take in interest in the company. That's also important. If you know about the company and can tell them about what you know, that will definitely impress them. I know it's easier said than done but, keep calm....deep breaths...and think about what exactly they're asking you. I know you can do it.... you're the little firecracker of the family so you'll smash an interview no problem *he smiled as they quickly reached the park that was bustling with families having days out as they pulled into the parking lot* Wendi nodded "Yeah, well we all thought the business office jobs weren't your style Jay, and I see you thriving by being a personal trainer," she said smiling at him "At least you found the job you love, but I need to get a job, so I can save up and open that bakery and flower shop I told you about," she said softly. Wendi nodded "Yeah I learned that from my internship, which is how I got this interview, so I'm going to look some stuff up about their company, as well as what my boss's role is in the company," I said softly feeling more prepared after talking through it. She smiled at him "Well thanks, get it from our dad," she said as they got out of the car and started walking through the park. *he stopped the car and they both got out into the baking midday sunshine, flexing his muscles to stretch out before he began to walk with her alongside the lake* great park ain't it? The guys and I used to come down here and swimming in there at night, even with the ducks in there *he laughed* don't stress yourself out too much about getting this job. There's so much out there you can do....and hey, if you really desperately need help to realize your dream of opening a bakery and flower shop, I guarantee you all the family will chip in to help you financially. I love you sis.... you can always rely on me and mum and dad.... I'm serious, ok? Wendi smiled at him softly “Yeah it’s a pretty great park, I’m glad I moved over towards this side. You and your friends were crazy” she teased him as they walked past the small lake, as she laughed about the ducks. She looked at him “Yeah I know you guys will help me, but I want to be able to at least provide some of the money for myself, before asking mom and dad or even you,” she said softly “You know I like to be a little independent when it comes to my career,” she said softly as they continued walking. I know, I know....and that's awesome. I'm so proud of you. At your graduation I couldn't have been a prouder big brother. This gorgeous young woman graduating, wanting to own her own business is my sister. You're a hell of a woman little lady *he ruffled her hair jokingly again with his hand and laughed* did yoga go alright this morning by the way? You didn't bend over and fart like they all do, did ya? *He laughed as the came to a park bench in the sunshine and sat down* Wendi smiled “I know, you said it after we left for dinner, and mom agreed while dad was telling me what I needed to do, out of love I know,” she said softly, knowing he would defend dad, she loved their dad, but he was always worried about our stability. Wendi rolled her eyes “Nope, I don’t eat before the class starts, and I’ve been doing well getting more of the poses since I started a month ago,” she said softly. Wendi sat down on the bench and looked at the small lake. Yeah, dad's a tough one ain't he? I guess he's just realistic and wants the best for his little girl. I'm sure you can see his point? But hey, just you concentrate on what you want to do, not what others want you to do. I went my own way and I think I turned out ok *he laughed* if you want to open a florist and a bakery, do it....the world is yours if you want it *he smiled and gave her knee a light squeeze* want to know a secret? Couple of my colleagues eye you up every time you're in the gym.... seriously, you have a few admirers in there...it's no wonder they want you to have free membership *he laughed* Wendi smiled at him “Yeah I know, he always says ‘I just want the best for my baby girl,” she said rolling her eyes. She didn’t mind her dad looking at her like she was his baby, but she as a grown woman now and hearing it sometimes just makes her annoyed, but she loved her dad. Wendi raised an eyebrow “You don’t think I noticed...why do you think I changed from just wearing a sports bra to the gym, they just stare...the yoga instructor that you set me up with never stops staring,” she says “it’s worse if I run on the treadmills, but I won’t sleep with coworkers,” she said “unless they at least take me to dinner a few times, but also just because you work with them as well,” she finished. *he laughed* it's a little uncomfortable hearing the guys talk about you, even if it's all good things....but you're my sister and I love you. Plus, they know if any of them touched you I'd kick their ass.... nobody gets near my little sister without my approval *he laughed and stood up* right, who wants ice cream? It's shit hot out here! *He grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her into a standing position, giving her a little peck on the cheek as she stood, thinking nothing of it as he always felt close and protective of his sister* She smirked at him “Alright, no to your coworkers and probably even man, because whose going to get your approval,” she joked with him, but knew he was only being the normal big brother protector. She smiled and stood up with him “Let’s get some ice cream,” she said as they walked, her hand didn’t remove itself, and she didn’t think the kiss was weird. She felt her cheek get pink, but who didn’t when someone kissed their cheek, “it is hot out and would be refreshing,” she said softly. *he kept a hold of her hand as they walked the very short distance round the corner to the café as the midday beamed down on the park making it glow bright, buzzing with families having fun days out. He thought nothing of walking hand in hand with his sister as he guided her to a table* I'll get you your favorite strawberry ice cream sundae, just like when we were kids, sound good? *He smiled and walked over to join the queue to order them some ice cream* Walking with Jay hand in hand didn’t feel weird or uncomfortable, or even awkward. She kinda of liked holding his hand, but she also was one who like to hold peoples hand, or her hand around their arm as they walked. She nodded “Alright, I’ll just sit here and wait for you to get back,” she said softly, sitting down and watched the families playing around the park, as well as a few couples sitting, eating ice cream or drinking coffee and talking. *within moments he was at the front of the queue, ordering their ice cream, paying up front for it before he walked over and sat with his sister* it's coming soon sis.... I hope you're hungry....but leave room for tonight ok? My treat, remember? *He grinned and slouched back in his chair* god it's so good to have the weekend off....me, and you don't spend anywhere near enough time with each other. I suppose we have to make use of the time we have before you get a job and enough money to make your own way in the world and forget about your big brother *he laughed* Wendi watched as he came back and sat down across from her. She nodded "Alright, and I'm sure there will be room for dinner later tonight. Ok, I'm not objecting to a free meal," she said smiling at him as she sat up, putting her arms on the table and took in the surrounding park. She smiled "Yeah, it's great to spend time with my big brother, who is usually the one always busy or tired," she said smiling and shook her head "I'd never forget my big brother," she said softly and smiled, knowing he was just joking of course. *he laughed* yeah when I get a Saturday off I'm usually just resting so you should feel privileged I'm awake right now *he laughed just as the waitress brought them each over the same ice cream sundae. He thanked the waitress and let her leave them alone again* oh god....this could be a bit of a job to finish, huh? *He laughed* enjoy! I've got to say it's really awesome to spend time with you sis. Remember when we were kids I'd constantly pick on you cos you were always the favorite? *He laughed as he started to eat* Wendi looked at him, handing him a spoon "We're sharing this mister, so it'll be fine," she said and rolled her eyes "You always make time for me... I'm your favorite person" she said smiling at him. "You would have eventually gotten up if I asked you" she teased, taking a bite out of the ice cream. She looked at the ice cream "Why did you get such a big one," she said "could have gotten a medium, and it wouldn't be this much" she wondered. Wendi laughed "I was the favorite because I didn't cause dad or mom in problems, like you...plus I'm adorable," she added to the end smirking, as she licked her spoon and got another bite. I know, but what's better than a brother who buys his sister a big ass ice cream? *He laughed* it's good though, ain't it? Very tasty...mmm *he grinned* but yeah, nobody else gets this treatment so you're very lucky *he stuck his tongue out at her* you've always been a damn good girl.... I've literally never heard you say as much as 'fuck' *he laughed* but that's why you're going to be mega successful in the future. You've worked your butt off to get here. Anyway...open up...*he scooped ice cream onto his spoon and fed it to her, laughing* Wendi looks at him "One who understands that she can't possibly eat this all by herself, so she is going to share it," she said and nodded "It is good, but it doesn't need to be this big," she said and rolled her eyes "Well, I never need to say the word, since I don't usually have any problems, well I do, but I just don't use them so whatever the problem is it doesn't get worse," she replied leaning forward and taking a bite of the ice cream. She smiled "Happy to know you believe in my success, and hopefully I can find someone that supports me just as much as you do," she said smiling at him. Someone will see you for the woman you are *he smiled and continued eating with her* I've always believed in you. I went through my own crazy time when I was younger, and I never wanted that for you. You've come so far that it kinda makes me jealous that I was never that intelligent or level-headed. I'm tellin' ya, once you get into work and show your true talents, men and.... I guess a few women, will love that *he laughed* but, they need my approval to get within 3 feet of you *he laughed and surprisingly easily ate a lot of ice cream very quickly* She smiled softly "I just tried hard...it's not like you aren't smart... I mean you could always run your own gym I think. You're a great personal trainer, and even though you got a bit jealous you were still a good brother... and you wouldn't have made it this far on your own if you weren't smart." Wendi helped ear the ice cream as it started getting smaller "It's ok. I don't think I would date anyone from work, but then again who knows I haven't met anyone there yet. I also don't really go for women" she said softly and smirked "I'll make sure they understand they can't be my boyfriend unless you approve," she teased and went back to eating the ice cream. *he laughed* I'm just kidding, you're allowed to pick your own boyfriend of course *he smiled* trust me when I tell ya, when you get a job, and you start meeting people, the guys will fall at your feet. You ain't that fat ass snotty nose kid any more *he laughed and stretched out* god that ice cream was awesome....sitting back in his chair as he waited for her to finish* Wendi smiled softly "Yeah I know your kidding, but I'm sure you will have an opinion once you meet them for real," she said and smiled as she finished off the last of the ice cream and laid against her chair. She raised an eyebrow "I was never snotty... I was sweet and kind," she said, crossing her arms and pouting, as she was totally just joking around, but she had not been the snotty nose kid. *he laughed* I really just wanted to make your life hell when you were a kid. I kinda felt like I hated you back then....but now I know I could never hate you. Your family and I love you *he smiled* right, you want to go for a walk to walk this ice cream off of us? *He laughed and stood up* Wendi smiled softly "Glad to know the truth. You hated me so much, but yet you let me live with you," she joked and laughed "Family is important, and I love you too, but I don't think I ever hated you... I always looked up to you... why you think I did so many sports," she said and stood up, putting her hand around his arm "Yeah let's take a walk, I need to walk off this ice cream before we try to eat anything else," she laughed as they started walking. *he laughed and lead them outside into the baking hot afternoon sun* oh god that's warm...*he laughed* you've always been seriously sporty, even more so than I was at school. You could do my job easily ya know....you got the looks, you got the body, and you got the passion for fitness. I admire the fact you have a passion for fitness whilst wanting to own a bakery *he laughed* you got incredible self-control sis.....if I wanted to own a bakery, to hell with keeping in shape *he laughed and kept her arm in place around his own* I've really enjoyed this today actually, so thank you for helping me find ways to have fun on my weekend off *he pecked her on the cheek* Wendi smiled "It's the summer Jay, what did you expect," she joked as they walked. Wendi looked at him "I hate working out... I only do it because I know it keeps me in shape, and I'm not crazy skinny...also you don't give yourself enough credit Jay. You're hot, and have the muscles to prove it, great abs, and you definitely like working out better than me," she said looking at him. She smiled softly "Anything to let you have some fun, while you still have to be an adult. Who said life had to just work and sleep," she replied. I totally agree...see, you can tell we're family, you think exactly like me *he laughed* let's say we speed this up a little bit....*he grinned and suddenly turned and hoisted her up over his shoulders with ease, her ass right by his face as he held her over him and started walking a little faster, laughing* you're light as a feather Wendi! Wendi smiled softly “I mean I was questioning it, but I think I see it know,” she teased back towards and continued walking. Wendi shocked by him picking her up and putting her over his shoulder, laughed as he started walking faster “What.is the point of this,” she said while trying to keep from laughing “Well compared to you, since your all muscle, Of course I’m light,” she joked as he kept her over his shoulder. “I’m glad I wore my leggings under this dress,” she said as she if he had without her leggings on, someone was going to get a peak at her panties. *he laughed* what's life without being able to laugh with my baby sister? *He continued with carrying her* ain't going to see my sister's fat ass without my approval *he jokingly spanked her before he eventually put her back down onto her feet* damn sis, you have to make it harder for guys to pick you up....get lifting those weights *he laughed as they reached the exit* and now we have to walk allele the way back again....*he smiled and stretched out* Wendi smiled “I guess it’s not a life, but not every one has a baby sister, but I like being able to have fun with my brother,” she replied and got to her feet. “Well doesn’t matter now that I got down, also it’s covered, and I do lift weights, just not as much as you,” she replied and smiled up at him “besides who needs weights when you have your big brother here with you to help protect you, and I wouldn’t let some random guy pick me up,” she added as they got to the exit, “this is why we brought the car, so we can drive,” she reminded him. Sorry, yeah...the car *he laughed as they headed back towards the car* you'll be lifting more weights than me soon when these big business career types begin eyeing you up *he laughed* you'll be doing all you can to attract the guys with the big money so you can move out of your brother's house and be happy *he laughed as they eventually got back into the car. The sun was still baking hot and this meant the car was now really hot as they got back inside* Louis my god it's warm.... Jesus Christ... Wendi shook her head, “You would lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck, forgetting your own car,” she teased as they walked towards the car. She rolled her eyes “I could get their attention just by my figure and smarts alone, so I don’t need to lift weights. I lift enough weights to where I am fine,” she added “I also could afford to move out on my own depending on what my salary is going to be,” she finished as they got into the car, waiting to put her seatbelt on as it was a bit hot to put it on. I love your confidence sis *he slid the windows down to let the air in as he got set the leave* seriously, use this interview to sell yourself, show the world who you are. They'd be lucky to have a smart and beautiful woman like you on their team. But always remember, big brother will always have room for you at his place, even when you're earning millions *he laughed* what kinda food do you fancy tonight by the way? *He began to slowly drive out of the busy park* it'll make a nice change to not have to cook for each other tonight.... Wendi smiled "Well it took a little bit of time to have this confidence, but I am going to try and sell myself in this interview. It's my first one, but I really do hope that I can blow them away and get the job," she said smiling at him. Wendi nodded "Yeah I know, and I will be staying at your place until I can afford to move out, or enough saved up to get a good and safe apartment before I leave" she smiled and thought about what she wanted to eat for dinner. Wendi looked at him "Well Italian sounds good to me, but I am open to eating anything really," she said smiling at him and nodded "Yeah I like cooking, but sometimes it gets tiring having to cook all the time. Italian it is! There's an awesome place in town actually, you'll love it *he smiled* you'll smash the interview, I have every confidence in ya, you're a little genius so it'll be no problem to ya. Do you need me to take you to it on Monday? I can get out of work if I need to, I don't have that many clients on a Monday so it's a more flexible day for me *he smiled as they made the short drive home, quickly making it back and pulling up on the driveway* jeez I'm warm, I'm going to have to take another shower before we go out *he laughed* Wendi smiled at him “Great. I’m excited about our dinner that won’t have to be prepared by either of us,” she replied. Wendi thought about, she could drive herself, but maybe having him there will help her feel more relaxed, well at least driving her that is. She nodded “Yeah if it’s not too much to ask, I could use a ride, also you can give me this peep talk again, so I don’t get nervous,” she agreed as they pulled up to his house. Getting out and walking up to the door “Yeah you might, I mean you picked me up and walked in the heat,” she teased as he opened the door and they walked in. You're light as a feather though...*he walked into the house with her and as he shut the door he turned to her and hoisted her up over his shoulders as he now carried her up the stairs* see? It's like carrying a baby....*he laughed, holding her over his shoulder with his arm draped round her ass as they easily made their way up the stairs. He made his way to her bedroom and eased her onto her bed* told ya....right, shower time! *He laughed and stretched out, taking his t-shirt off as he walked out of her room and headed to the bathroom*

Sibling Secrets|rating:1.0

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP_ Circle of Life vs. Altaria87

Into the Arena comes a Cleric with gray hair and silver armor, wearing a duel disk that at first looks like a Blue-Eyes White Dragon, but on closer inspection turns out to be a stylized effigy of Bahamas." So... I hear you are also a user of the mighty Dragons. Let us begin then, and see who of us has greater command over the mighty beasts."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. White Night Dragon 7. Totem Dragon 8. Totem Dragon 9. Totem Dragon 10. Dread Dragon 11. Dread Dragon 12. Dread Dragon 13. Prime Material Dragon 14. Prime Material Dragon 15. Masked Dragon 16. Masked Dragon 17. Masked Dragon 18. Red-Eyes Wyvern 19. Red-Eyes Wyvern 20. Red-Eyes Wyvern 21. Blizzard Dragon 22. Blizzard Dragon 23. Blizzard Dragon 24. Dragon’s Mirror 25. Dragon’s Mirror 26. Trade-In 27. Trade-In 28. Future Fusion 29. Stamping Destruction 30. Stamping Destruction 31. Solidarity 32. Solidarity 33. Creature Swap 34. Brain Control 35. Mirror Force 36. Torrential Tribute 37. Dimensional Prison 38. Dimensional Prison 39. Bottomless Trap Hole 40. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide Face Downs: Show them the power we have given you, boy! Destroy them! A youth no older than ten stands with glazed eyes across from the cleric, duel disk seemingly wrought of bone and cooled magma held absently before him." They're back... make them stop, please?" Initiative:(1d20)[10]Initial draw:(5d40)[8][18][31][19][17](93)Rerolls:(3d40)[10][37][9](56)Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand:Spoiler Hide Stuff, to be filled in when important Graveyard:Spoiler Hide 0 Deck (35):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal DragonWhite Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy DragonExploder Dragon Blizzard Dragon Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Totem Dragon Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Burial from a Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger BreakRaigeki Break Hand DestructionHand Destruction Rainbow Life Defense Draw Defense Draw Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred WyvernGoyo GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon (1d20)[5](5d40)[8][6][31][21][12](78)(3d40)[1][12][25](38)"Who are 'they', young man? Incidentally, you may go first it appears."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 7. Totem Dragon 9. Totem Dragon 10. Dread Dragon 11. Dread Dragon 13. Prime Material Dragon 14. Prime Material Dragon 15. Masked Dragon 16. Masked Dragon 17. Masked Dragon 18. Red-Eyes Wyvern 19. Red-Eyes Wyvern 20. Red-Eyes Wyvern 22. Blizzard Dragon 23. Blizzard Dragon 24. Dragon’s Mirror 25. Dragon’s Mirror 26. Trade-In 27. Trade-In 28. Future Fusion 29. Stamping Destruction 30. Stamping Destruction 32. Solidarity 33. Creature Swap 34. Brain Control 35. Mirror Force 36. Torrential Tribute 37. Dimensional Prison 38. Dimensional Prison 39. Bottomless Trap Hole 40. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon -White Night Dragon -Solidarity -Blizzard Dragon -Dread Dragon Face Downs: Burn them to cinders! To ashes! Do not fail us again, boy. We will not protect you a second time. The boy clutches at his head as if suffering from a terrible headache, slowing drawing fingers down his face, distorting his features momentarily."Then," he croaks hoarsely, gesturing at the cards held in the duel disk. "I thought they were gone. It was so quiet. But then the nice lady left, and... they came back. You can help me, right?" Focus! Attack now, while you have the chance! The boy's eyes glaze over again."... I draw."(1d35)[4]"I summon Blizzard Dragon, then set a card face down. Your move." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | BD| -- | ---- | -- | FD | -- | --[/table]BD - Blizzard Dragon -1800/1000Life Points: 8000Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand:Spoiler Hide White Night Dragon, Light and Darkness Dragon, Totem Dragon, Totem Dragon Graveyard:Spoiler Hide 0 Deck (35):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy DragonExploder Dragon Blizzard Dragon Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Totem Dragon Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Burial from a Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger BreakRaigeki Break Hand DestructionHand Destruction Rainbow Life Defense Draw Defense Draw Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred WyvernGoyo GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon "Oh... Oh, dear..."(1d35)[26]I play a face down monster and end my turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|F|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Totem Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Dread Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Prime Material Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Masked Dragon 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Red-Eyes Wyvern 17. Red-Eyes Wyvern 18. Blizzard Dragon 19. Blizzard Dragon 20. Dragon’s Mirror 21. Dragon’s Mirror 22. Trade-In 23. Trade-In 24. Future Fusion 25. Stamping Destruction 27. Solidarity 28. Creature Swap 29. Brain Control 30. Mirror Force 31. Torrential Tribute 32. Dimensional Prison 33. Dimensional Prison 34. Bottomless Trap Hole 35. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Life Points:8000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -White Night Dragon -Solidarity -Blizzard Dragon -Dread Dragon Face Downs: 3, Totem Dragon (1d34)[18]"I activate my facedownRaigeki Break, destroying your monster. I discard my Totem Drag onto do so. Blizzard Dragon attacks you directly, then I set a monster and a spell or trap face down. Your move." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | BD| FD | ---- | -- | FD | -- | --[/table]BD - Blizzard Dragon -1800/1000Life Points: 8000Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand:Spoiler Hide White Night Dragon, Light and Darkness Dragon Face downs:Spoiler Hide Totem Dragon, Burial from a Different Dimension Graveyard:Spoiler Hide 0 Deck (33):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy DragonExploder Dragon Blizzard Dragon Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Totem Dragon Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Burial from a Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger BreakRaigeki Break Hand DestructionHand Destruction Rainbow Life Defense Draw Defense Draw Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred WyvernGoyo GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon Conveniently, you destroyed my Totem Dragon. I take damage, but you're about to take quite a bit yourself.(1d34)[27]I revive my Totem Dragon during the Standby Phase and then sacrifice it to summon the great Avatar of Bahamas: Blue-Eyes White Dragon.[Note: For this deck White Night Dragon is flavored as Blue-Eyes White Dragon, it still counts as White Night Dragon though]A huge silver dragon with shining scales and azure eyes appears. Now my Dragon will attack your Blizzard Dragon and destroy it. Ending my Turn. The huge dragon sends a stream of white lightning at your ice dragon, destroying it.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|AND|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points: 6200White Night Dragon, 3000/2500Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Totem Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Dread Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Prime Material Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Masked Dragon 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Red-Eyes Wyvern 17. Red-Eyes Wyvern 18. Blizzard Dragon 19. Blizzard Dragon 20. Dragon’s Mirror 21. Dragon’s Mirror 22. Trade-In 23. Trade-In 24. Future Fusion 25. Stamping Destruction 26. Solidarity 28. Brain Control 29. Mirror Force 30. Torrential Tribute 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Dimensional Prison 33. Bottomless Trap Hole 34. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Solidarity -Blizzard Dragon -Dread Dragon -Creature Swap Face Downs: (Excuse me while I go facepalm for a few hours. I copied the wrong deck list. I don't think anything would have been affected thus far, but we'll see.) Edit: (If you're okay with me bumping one card down a slot, nothing changes thus far. If not, rewind to my last turn?) Originally Posted by Circle of Life (Excuse me while I go facepalm for a few hours. I copied the wrong deck list. I don't think anything would have been affected thus far, but we'll see.) Edit: (If you're okay with me bumping one card down a slot, nothing changes thus far. If not, rewind to my last turn?) [Not quite sure what you mean by that... But you can fix it if you want, I'll be fine. So yeah, just bump it down... You man down your deck list, right?] (Sorry, clarity is hard to come by at this hour of the morning. I just meant that I'd tweak the deck list slightly, moving one card down one spot, so as not to have drawn it over something else. Assuming that's okay, proceeding with play.) Originally Posted by Circle of Life (Sorry, clarity is hard to come by at this hour of the morning. I just meant that I'd tweak the deck list slightly, moving one card down one spot, so as not to have drawn it over something else. Assuming that's okay, proceeding with play.) [Yeah, it's fine. Also, your comment is funny as where I am it's half past two in the afternoon.] (1d33)[30]"Funny... how that works... I tribute my own Totem Dragon to summon White Night Dragon. It attacks." The two dragons release simultaneous blasts of energy, obliterating each other." I set another card face down. Your move." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | -- | ---- | -- | FD | FD | --[/table]Life Points: 6800Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand:Spoiler Hide Light and Darkness Dragon Face downs:Spoiler Hide Defense Draw, Burial from a Different Dimension Graveyard:Spoiler Hide 0 Deck (33):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy Dragon Red-Eyes Wyvern Red-Eyes Wyvern Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Delta Fly Delta Fly Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Return from the Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Mirror Force Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger Break Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Hand DestructionHand Destruction Defense Draw Defense Draw Starlight Road Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred WyvernGoyo GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon "That is most irregular..."(1d33)[19]I summon Dread Dragon and activate Solidarity. Dread Dragon then attacks you directly. A lesser Red Dragon appears and breathes a small stream of fire at you. End Turn{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|DD|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]Life Points: 6200Dread Dragon, 1900/400SolidaritySpoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Totem Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Dread Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Prime Material Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Masked Dragon 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Red-Eyes Wyvern 17. Red-Eyes Wyvern 18. Blizzard Dragon 20. Dragon’s Mirror 21. Dragon’s Mirror 22. Trade-In 23. Trade-In 24. Future Fusion 25. Stamping Destruction 26. Solidarity 27. Brain Control 28. Mirror Force 29. Torrential Tribute 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Dimensional Prison 32. Bottomless Trap Hole 33. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -White Night Dragon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -Blizzard Dragon -Creature Swap Face Downs: "I activate Defense Draw." The small dragon's attack is deflected by an unseen force, while the boy calmly picks up another card from his deck.(1d32)[31] Now, while they're off guard! Obliterate them!(1d31)[31]"My Totem Dragon special summons itself to my field. I tribute it to summon Light and Darkness Dragon. Since it's already been to the graveyard, my Totem Dragon is removed from play instead of going back. Light and Darkness Dragon attacks your Dread Dragon, then I set two cards face down in the back row. Your move." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | -- | L&D | ---- | FD | FD | FD | --[/table]L&D - Light and Darkness Dragon -2800/2400Life Points: 6800Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand (0): Face downs:Spoiler Hide Starlight Road, Burial from a Different Dimension, Torrential Tribute Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Stuff Deck (30):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy Dragon Red-Eyes Wyvern Red-Eyes Wyvern Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Delta Fly Delta Fly Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Return from the Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Mirror Force Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger Break Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Hand DestructionHand Destruction Defense Draw Defense Draw Starlight Road Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred WyvernGoyo GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon "I shall have to end my turn without incident then..." Your Light and Darkness Dragon immediately negates Dread Dragon's effect, however, it loses 500 Attack and Defense Points in the process.(1d32)[7]I summon Blizzard Dragon who is powered up by Solidarity, thus making it powerful enough to destroy your weakened Light and Darkness Dragon in battle-which it does. Another ice dragon appears on the field, drawing power from its defeated brethren, it flies up to your monochromatic dragon and freezes it to death. I'll see what you do with your Dragon's third ability before I continue.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|BD|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]Life Points: 5300Blizzard Dragon, 2600/1000SolidaritySpoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Dread Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Prime Material Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Masked Dragon 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Red-Eyes Wyvern 17. Red-Eyes Wyvern 18. Blizzard Dragon 19. Dragon’s Mirror 20. Dragon’s Mirror 21. Trade-In 22. Trade-In 23. Future Fusion 24. Stamping Destruction 25. Solidarity 26. Brain Control 27. Mirror Force 28. Torrential Tribute 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Dimensional Prison 31. Bottomless Trap Hole 32. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -White Night Dragon -Dread Dragon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -Creature Swap -Totem Dragon Face Downs: (In retrospect, I have no idea why I put those cards on the field if they were going to get nuked anyway. Meh. Early morning thought processes need some work.)" Light and Darkness Dragon destroys my Starlight Road, Burial from a Different Dimension, and Torrential Tribute cards. I special summon my White Night Dragon to my side of the field." [Don't worry, we all make stupid mistakes. Though this is another reason you shouldn't be using LAND in a deck not fitted to it]In that case, in Main Phase 2, Blizzard Dragon will freeze White Night Dragon in place, preventing it from attacking or changing position until the end of your turn. Speaking of which, I end my turn now. (Oddly enough, from what I understand of a [possibly misinterpreted] ruling, LAND's first effect is continuous, so it only applies when it hits the field, meaning REDID can special summon it. Edit: From the hand. I haven't actually used this combo at any point, so feel free to debunk it.)(1d30)[29]"Pass." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | -- | AND | -- | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]AND - White Night Dragon -3000/2500Life Points: 6500Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand (0): Face downs:Spoiler Hide Starlight Road, Burial from a Different Dimension, Torrential Tribute Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Stuff Deck (30):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy Dragon Red-Eyes Wyvern Red-Eyes Wyvern Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Delta Fly Delta Fly Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Return from the Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Mirror Force Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger Break Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Hand DestructionHand Destruction Defense Draw Defense Draw Starlight Road Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred WyvernGoyo GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon (1d31)[17]I summon a Totem Dragon in Attack Mode and activate Creature Swap. This gives you Totem Dragon and forces you to give me White Night Dragon. White Night Dragon then destroys 'your' Totem Dragon, doing 3400 damage. Then Blizzard Dragon attacks directly for a further 2600. End Turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|AND|BD|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]Life Points: 5300White Night Dragon, 3800/2500Blizzard Dragon, 2600/1000SolidaritySpoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Dread Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Prime Material Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Masked Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Red-Eyes Wyvern 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Red-Eyes Wyvern 18. Dragon’s Mirror 19. Dragon’s Mirror 20. Trade-In 21. Trade-In 22. Future Fusion 23. Stamping Destruction 24. Solidarity 25. Brain Control 26. Mirror Force 27. Torrential Tribute 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Dimensional Prison 30. Bottomless Trap Hole 31. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -White Night Dragon -Dread Dragon -Totem Dragon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -Blizzard Dragon Face Downs: Do something, boy! We will not tolerate your failure a second time!(1d29)[15]"Ugh... Not yet... I'm not done yet... My other Totem Dragon regenerates. I play Delta Fly and use its ability on Totem Dragon, increasing it to three stars. I then tune Delta Fly and Totem Dragon to create Goya Guardian." Somehow, the two small dragons fuse together into the form of a large oriental warrior." Goyo Guardian attacks your Blizzard Dragon, then special summons it to my side of the field in defense mode. Blizzard Dragon freezes your White Night Dragon in place. Your move." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | BD | GG | -- | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]Goya Guardian -2800/2000Blizzard Dragon - 1800/1000Life Points: 500Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand (0): Face downs:Spoiler Hide Starlight Road, Burial from a Different Dimension, Torrential Tribute Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Stuff Deck (30):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy Dragon Red-Eyes Wyvern Red-Eyes Wyvern Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Delta Fly Delta Fly Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Return from the Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Mirror Force Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger Break Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Hand DestructionHand Destruction Defense Draw Defense Draw Starlight Road Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred Wyvern Goya GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon [Darn, thwarted by an OCG card that I plan to incorporate into this deck eventually...](1d30)[14]I summon Red-Eyes Wyvern who destroys 'your' Blizzard Dragon, to get rid of the infinite stalemate you created. End Turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|AND|NEW|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]Life Points: 5100White Night Dragon, 3800/2500Red-Eyes Wyvern, 2600/1600SolidaritySpoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Dread Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Prime Material Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Masked Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Red-Eyes Wyvern 17. Dragon’s Mirror 18. Dragon’s Mirror 19. Trade-In 20. Trade-In 21. Future Fusion 22. Stamping Destruction 23. Solidarity 24. Brain Control 25. Mirror Force 26. Torrential Tribute 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Dimensional Prison 29. Bottomless Trap Hole 30. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -White Night Dragon -Dread Dragon -Totem Dragon -Blizzard Dragon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon Hand- 3 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -Blizzard Dragon Face Downs: Drawing...(1d28)[2]The boy looks down at the card in his hand incredulously." If only this had come sooner."" Goyo Guardian attacks and takes control of your Red-Eyes Wyvern. I then remove Red-Eyes Wyvern from play to special summon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon then special summons Blizzard Dragon from my graveyard, which I use to lock your White Night Dragon in place again." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | BD | GG | RDM | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]Goya Guardian -2800/2000Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon -2800/2400Blizzard Dragon - 1800/1000Life Points: 500Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand (0): Face downs:Spoiler Hide None Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Stuff Deck (28):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy Dragon Red-Eyes Wyvern Red-Eyes Wyvern Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Delta Fly Delta Fly Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Return from the Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Mirror Force Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger Break Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Hand DestructionHand Destruction Defense Draw Defense Draw Starlight Road Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred Wyvern Goya GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon "You hold out well, young man, though I don't know if doing so is the best for your safety..."(1d29)[21]I pass... For now[End Turn]{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|AND|-|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]Life Points: 4900White Night Dragon, 3800/2500SolidaritySpoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Dread Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Prime Material Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Masked Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Red-Eyes Wyvern 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Dragon’s Mirror 17. Dragon’s Mirror 18. Trade-In 19. Trade-In 20. Future Fusion 22. Solidarity 23. Brain Control 24. Mirror Force 25. Torrential Tribute 26. Dimensional Prison 27. Dimensional Prison 28. Bottomless Trap Hole 29. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -White Night Dragon -Dread Dragon -Totem Dragon -Blizzard Dragon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon -Red-Eyes Wyvern Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -Blizzard Dragon -Stamping Destruction Face Downs: (1d27)[7]"Blizzard Dragon freezes your White Night Dragon again. Your move." Field Magic: None{table=“head”] 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5-- | BD | GG | RDM | ---- | -- | -- | -- | --[/table]Goya Guardian -2800/2000Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon -2800/2400Blizzard Dragon - 1800/1000Life Points: 500Deck/Hand/Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Hand (1):Spoiler Hide Koa'I Mary Drag Face downs:Spoiler Hide None Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Stuff Deck (28):Spoiler Hide Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon White Night DragonWhite Night Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Light and Darkness Dragon Koa'I Mary Dragoon'I Mary DragoDecoy DragonDecoy Dragon Red-Eyes Wyvern Red-Eyes Wyvern Blizzard Dragon Totem Dragon Delta Fly Delta Fly Gold Sarcophagus Gold Sarcophagus Burial from a Different Dimension Return from the Different Dimension Heavy Storm Stamping Destruction Mirror Force Dragon's Mirror Dragon's Mirror Future Fusion Rieger Break Bottomless Trap Hole Bottomless Trap Hole Hand DestructionHand Destruction Defense Draw Defense Draw Starlight Road Torrential Tribute Extra: (15)Spoiler Hide Five-Headed DragonFive-Headed Diagonally of Justice CatastorAncient Sacred Wyvern Goya GuardianBrionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Black Rose DragonExploder DragonwingExploder DragonwingBlack-Winged Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Stardust DragonStardust Dragon (1d28)[5]I summon a Blizzard Dragon that freezes Goya Guardian then suicides itself against Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon, doing 200 damage to me, but giving me five dragons in my graveyard. End Turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|AND|-|-|--|-|S|-|-[/table]Life Points: 4700White Night Dragon, 3800/2500SolidaritySpoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 6. Totem Dragon 7. Dread Dragon 8. Dread Dragon 9. Prime Material Dragon 10. Prime Material Dragon 11. Masked Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Masked Dragon 14. Red-Eyes Wyvern 15. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Dragon’s Mirror 17. Dragon’s Mirror 18. Trade-In 19. Trade-In 20. Future Fusion 21. Solidarity 22. Brain Control 23. Mirror Force 24. Torrential Tribute 25. Dimensional Prison 26. Dimensional Prison 27. Bottomless Trap Hole 28. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 2. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -White Night Dragon -Dread Dragon -Totem Dragon -Blizzard Dragon -Blizzard Dragon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon -Red-Eyes Wyvern Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -White Night Dragon -Stamping Destruction Face Downs: Finally! Destroy the thorn in our side!(1d26)[17]"I play Stamping Destruction on Solidarity. Blizzard Dragon freezes White Night Dragon again. Your move." [Note: I am now hitting myself for forgetting White Night Dragon's other ability, which would have meant I won had I made Goya attack it earlier] (Kind of like how I'm hitting myself for wasting Torrential Tribute, only less so?) (1d27)[15]Alt aria smiles. It seems it doesn't matter whether I forgot White Night's ability. I'll just have to call on a little help from my dark side. A dark flame consumes him as his gray hair turns black, his silver armor turns red, and his duel disk turns into a Tiamat effigy.Sgt;’D! LET'S GO! DRAGON'S MIRROR! A huge mirror appears in the center of the field. Five shadowy heads appear within it. Come on out, Avatar of Tiamat, Five-Headed Dragon! A huge dragon with a dark scaled body and a head representing each element, and a final one for darkness, emerges from the pillar, every head draws in breath. Five-Headed Dragon. DESTROY GOYA GUARDIAN! Five beams of energy pierce straight through the warrior and hit the youth, knocking him off his feet and out of the duel.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|AND|FHD|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points: 4200White Night Dragon, 3000/2500Five-Headed Dragon, 5000/5000Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 2. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 3. Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon 4. White Night Dragon 5. Totem Dragon 6. Dread Dragon 7. Dread Dragon 8. Prime Material Dragon 9. Prime Material Dragon 10. Masked Dragon 11. Masked Dragon 12. Masked Dragon 13. Red-Eyes Wyvern 14. Red-Eyes Wyvern 16. Dragon’s Mirror 17. Trade-In 18. Trade-In 19. Future Fusion 20. Solidarity 21. Brain Control 22. Mirror Force 23. Torrential Tribute 24. Dimensional Prison 25. Dimensional Prison 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Bottomless Trap Hole Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Five-Headed Dragon 3. Stardust Dragon 4. Stardust Dragon 5. Red Dragon Archfiend 6. Red Dragon Archfiend 7. Iron Chain Dragon 8. Iron Chain Dragon 9. Iron Chain Dragon 10. Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 11. Goya Guardian 12. Ally of Justice, Castor 13. Ally of Justice, Castor 14. Armory Arm 15. Armory Arm Stats: Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Solidarity -Dragon's Mirror Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide -Totem Dragon -Red-Eyes Wyvern -White Night Dragon -Dread Dragon -Totem Dragon -Blizzard Dragon -Blizzard Dragon Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide -Stamping Destruction -Blizzard Dragon -White Night Dragon -Stamping Destruction Face Downs: Originally Posted by Circle of Life (Kind of like how I'm hitting myself for wasting Torrential Tribute, only less so? [Well, it all worked out in the end] (Saw that one coming as soon as you suicided to get a fifth dragon. Ah well, I tried. GG. Any suggestions on what to replace Light and Darkness Dragon with?) Originally Posted by Circle of Life (Saw that one coming as soon as you suicided to get a fifth dragon. Ah well, I tried. GG. Any suggestions on what to replace Light and Darkness Dragon with?) [To be honest, I'd replace them with Red-Eyes Wyverns or Luster Dragons, since you seem to be low on general-use-beat sticks.]

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP_ Circle of Life vs. Altaria87|rating:3.0

Gundam0422 (IC)

Gun dam 0422(year is 0422UC. Centuries have passed since mankind's mass exodus from Mother Earth to orbiting space colonies, and the wars of the first century have become the stuff of legends. In the three hundred years since the fall of the Principality of Leon, humanity's reach has extended beyond the Earth Sphere and established colonies on Mars and orbiting Jupiter. Sphenoids and Partners have enjoyed decades of peace and prosperity, but threats both new and old threaten to disturb that peace and ignite the human race in war once more. This game takes place in the future of the core Gun dam timeline, Universal Century (i.e. the original timeline with Amur and Char (We're jumping forward a few hundred years to give us some freedom with continuity, and allows us to determine how some decisions depicted in the anime pay off. And although the setting is firmly in the UC timeline, with all the history therein, it also incorporates elements from the other timelines into a lore-friendly amalgam of sorts. If you want more background, here are the basics:Nerdy Gun dam History 101The Earth became so overpopulated that 9 billion people had to be relocated to orbiting space colonies (leaving 3 billion privileged people remaining on the planet). They expect the Earth to require several centuries free of mankind to heal itself before humanity can return. A major technological discovery, Minsky Particles, created nearly limitless clean energy, but also had the side effect of rendering all radar, radio, and similar equipment useless. This drastically changed the face of warfare -- no more radar tracking or radio communications. Soldiers and pilots can only fire at what they can see. The "Mobile Suit", giant robot Mecca with human pilots, becomes the primary weapon of war. Their humanoid shapes make it easier to track targets in the 360-degree environment of space as well as fire weapons via iron sights. After generations living in space, evolution in humans is accelerated. This gives rise to "new types" -- humans adapted for life in space. Common traits among new types include heightened reflexes, a type of psychic danger sense, and the ability to sense the presence of other new types nearby. Other, far more rare, new types could also speak telepathically, use astral projection, see into the future, and even psychokinetically project their emotions into their mobile suits. One of the colonies declared themselves the "Principality of Leon" and attempted to secede from the Earth Federation. This sparked the "One Year War". Between the use of nuclear weapons and Leon pushing a colony out of orbit to drop on Sydney, Australia, more than six billion human lives are lost in the first month of hostilities. The Earth Federation and Leon sign The Alaska Accords and set how wars are to be fought in this new era of space colonies. Both sides agree to ban all use of nuclear weapons. Additionally, Leon agrees to outlaw Colony Drops and the Federation agrees to not use space colonies for military Ramp;D. The Earth Federation creates powerful mobile suits called "Gun dams" to fight Leon. In brief, there are a series of wars and conflicts but by the end of the First Century UC the Earth Federation is victorious. Those are the basic traits of the Universal Century timeline. Gun dam has been running in one form or another since 1979, and over the decades has created other timelines for their stories. For the sake of simplicity, think of each timeline as a completely separate reality with no connections to each other. There are similarities (themes, powerful mobile suits called Gun dam, etc.), but do not share any of the same characters or history. For example, the most popular Gun dam story in the West is Gun dam Wing (This story takes place in the After Colony timeline and is wholly separate from the Universal Century timeline. Likewise for the Cosmic Era timeline (Gun dam SEED (Post Disaster timeline (Iron Blooded Orphans (the series currently airing), etc. And here is some background for the setting of this game. Three hundred years later, some things have changed for Earth... Life in 0422UCThere are no more "New types" and "Old types". Instead, there are simply Partners (who live on the surface of Earth and Mars -- although they prefer "Martian") and Sphenoids (the overwhelming majority of humanity who live in orbiting space colonies). The basic traits that set new types apart from old types in the first century are now commonplace and assumed in all sphenoids. This includes heightened spatial awareness, psychically sensing the presence of fellow sphenoids and a keen danger sense. However, the more fantastical abilities of first century new types (telepathy, precognition, astral projection, etc.) are considered the stuff of legends and found only in the imaginations of children and over-the-top holds. Only about 1% of humanity lives on the surface of Earth, with the majority residing in colonies orbiting Earth and Jupiter. Officially, those living on Earth fall into one of three categories: ecological scientists, those servicing the tourism industry, and fugitives hiding on the surface illegally. Federation scientists have recently announced that they expect recolonization of Earth to begin within a few years. This news is largely ignored by a population that has come to view life in space colonies as the norm and think of Partners as "old-fashioned", or in a similar light to how modern people may look at the Amish. Many sphenoids also revere the Earth as a religious symbol that should not be tainted by mankind ever again -- some of whom resort to fanatical terrorist tactics to hinder the recolonization of their blue and pure world. Entertainment in 0422 UC is much as it was in the first century, save for an increase in Earth tourism. Also, over the last decade a new sport has taken the colonies by storm -- Build Fighters (Build Fighter is a gladiator-style combat game where competitors build and customize 1/144 scale models of mobile suits and then pilot them in holographic simulated battles. Tournaments are often one-on-one or teams of three, with an under 18 junior division and over 18 senior division. Genetic manipulation has become commonplace. Virtually all children have some manner of adjustment made to their DNA that grants immunity to most diseases, as well as cosmetic changes -- brightly chromatic hair colors are especially popular. There are certain restrictions enforced by the government (altering ethnicity, human-animal hybrids, increasing physical and mental capabilities beyond what is considered natural, etc.) However, underground and highly illegal "Body Shops" will provide some of these services for a hefty fee. Factions in 0422UCEARTH SPHERE -- The Earth Federation The Earth Federation (and its military arm the EFS) is still the dominant government in 0422. Federation territory includes the Earth, moon, all colonies orbiting Earth, and the Mars Sphere (although they mostly leave the martians to govern themselves). In the centuries since the One-Year War, more and more of the Federation's citizens have voluntarily left the planet for life in the colonies. The capital has been moved to London (a space colony at Side 1), and today sphenoids are governed by fellow sphenoids. The Federation is the most stable of the factions, having enjoyed several decades of peace they are mostly content. However, there are a few issues currently being debated among the people and senate of Earth:Munro (the capital space colony of Side 3) is due to be decommissioned, an act that has brought criticism from the conservative members of the government who feel it should be treated as a historic monument with respects paid as the birthplace and capital of the Principality of Leon. The younger citizens of the Federation in particular embrace their Leon heritage and consider it a point of pride to be descended from its members. Leon is also viewed as a tragic story about the importance of fighting for your beliefs no matter the sacrifice or consequences. The Earth is expected to be open to recolonization soon. There are ongoing debates regarding if humanity should recolonize Earth, who should be permitted to, and how should a growing Farther population be governed. There are also fears of violence and terrorism from fanatical religious orders that oppose polluting Gaia with the taint of humanity. Relations with AFT are peaceful, but tense. The two major factions are in a Cold War state with propaganda being the only weapon openly used. Although the Earth Federation vastly outnumbers AFT, the Zodiac Alliance controls all trade from Jupiter and has pulled ahead in technology. The two factions are also competing for Saturn's resources. MARS SPHERE Although technically an Earth Federation Territory, Mars is mostly left to itself. Earth colonized Mars in the 3rd century UC. Following a quick rush, the planet was stripped clean of its few resources and swiftly abandoned in favor of the more profitable Jupiter. Today Mars (is terraformed with a breathable atmosphere, Earth-like gravity, and desert-like climate. It's also considered to be a lawless land. It has an old west vibe... a wretched hive of scum and villainy. There is only one station in orbit over the planet which serves as a Federation garrison and inspects all transports entering and leaving Mars space. Rumor persists of a secret Federation military lab hidden in the deserts of Mars, and of a subterranean alien race, but so far these rumors remain unfounded. Iron is the planet's only export of note, and is generally considered a planet that's not worth the effort and resources needed to keep populated. JUPITER SPHERE -- The Zodiac Alliance for Fair Trade (AFT)Following the collapse of the Jupiter Empire in the early 0140s, Earth megacorporations established orbital PLANT-type colonies around Jupiter to mine the gas giant. Soon conflicts broke out over trade disputes, mining rights, and blockades preventing competitors from transporting goods to and from Earth. This led to decades of conflict and ultimately all-out war between the orbital colonies and the Earth corporations which owned them. In the end, the twelve Jovian Colonies (each named after astrological symbols) united together to fight back against their corporate overlords. They formed a new government upon the remains of the old Jupiter Empire known as the Zodiac Alliance for Fair Trade (or AFT), and secured their independence from Earth. Now, decades later, they control all trade between Earth and Jupiter. Life in the AFT colonies is very similar to that of the Earth Federation, although the culture is more focused on work and advancement. They often view the citizens of the Federation as soft and lazy, and will accept victory at any cost. It is openly acknowledged that AFT scientists are experimenting with genetic augmentation and artificially accelerating human evolution -- a prospect that has raised concerns in the Federation.AFT's control of Jupiter's abundant resources also gives them economic leverage over the Earth Federation. SATURN SPHERE Recent scientific discoveries suggest that liquid metallic hydrogen, found in abundance in Saturn, could have far-reaching applications and be the biggest technological breakthrough since the discovery of Minsky Particles. The Earth Federation and AFT have both begun exploring the planet in hopes of establishing permanent outposts, or even full-fledged colonies to mine the planet. The first step to a long-term presence in the Saturn Sphere would be colonizing Titan. Although neither has established a permanent settlement on the moon, both the Federation and AFT claim ownership. Technology in 0422UCMost of the technological advancements since the first century have been in the area of space flight, transport and interstellar communications. Once free from a planet's gravity well, modern starships reach a cruising speed of over 1,000,000 mph (.0015c). A standard trip between the Earth and Mars takes roughly a day and a half each way (15 days to Jupiter). Minovsky drives remain the primary source of energy for starships, colonies and mobile suits. And Minsky interference continues to disrupt radar, radio, communications and most forms of active sensors. Mobile Suits continue to be the main weapon of war, but true Gun dams have not seen the field since the second century. The moon has long since been stripped of every source of lunar titanium (the key material used to armor Gun dam-class mobile suits), and salvaging usable lunar titanium alloy from the wreckage of first century Gun dams has been fruitless. The last few surviving Gun dams are nothing but museum pieces in 0422. Similarly, some technology that was dependent on first century new type pilots are no longer in use. This includes features such as funnels and psychoframes. The mobile suits currently deployed by both the Earth Federation and AFT bear a closer resemblance to "grunt suits" such as the Began (Vesta (and Rebel (than the flashier (and more powerful) Gun dam-types (including Leon equivalents like the Saab and Sinan).TL;DR Giant space robots go pew, pew, pew Kaboom!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~IOC Thread (EARTH FEDERATION STATION PIAZZICERESMarch 12, 0422UC(plumes of white smoke spiked from beneathMarcenasas the Federation Assault Carrier set down upon the rocky surface of Ceres. One of the few remaining Perseus-class vessels in service, the starship retained the familiar design and aesthetics of classic Mobile Suit Carriers -- white with red trim and a pair of long flight decks wedged on either side of a command deck. Its four long wings folded together on landing approach and keen eyes may notice the main body of the structure was a yellow-capped and slowly rotating cylinder that ran behind the flight decks and beneath a command deck; another holdover from years past to provide artificial gravity to the living quarters and sick bay. The sound of hydraulics tightly hissed from within the starboard flight deck as technicians gripped handles within the weightless environment for landing. Although the gates were closed and a semi-permeable energy field protected the warmth and atmosphere within the hanger, standard procedure still required normal suits to be donned while landing. On either side of the rear of the hanger stood a pair of 20-meter tall, 25-ton Mobile Suits. The port hanger carried a similar compliment for a total of eight. Standard procedure was to deploy two teams of three, with two Suits kept in reserve, but could sortie the entire compliment when needed. Once the vessel came to a rest, the Technicians sprung to life, quickly and efficiently lowering the gate but pausing a moment to enjoy the view of Piazza Station from beyond the lightly golden glow of the energy field that separated the hanger and launch platform. Piazza was the Earth Federation's base on Ceres, a dwarf planet within the Sol System's asteroid belt and a base of key strategic importance. As the halfway point between Earth and Jupiter it monitored all traffic between Earth and AFT territories, and policed the mining activities within the asteroid belt as well. The crew ofMarcenaswas returning from a completely uneventful voyage from Mars and the stop at Piazza would see a rotation in personnel. Lt. Hana Duet glided gracefully through the near zero-G environment before her smart boots touched down and secured her to the metal deck. From behind the visor of her helmet she eyed a data pad and scrolled through the names of those coming and going; fortunately this rotation wouldn't have an impact on the ship's command structure, but did include a significant shakeup for their Mobile Suit pilots. As theMarcenas'Executive Officer, that always gave her pause. It was the Captain's job to make decisions, but it was her job Roget shit done, and rookie pilots had a habit of getting in the way of that. (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:Marcenasobservation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Hana, Open-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Silence, comforting silence. On an observation deck just behind the left launch deck on theMarcenas, a large man simply floated in the Zero-G away from the resident bloc of the ship. His eyes simply staring out of the large window in the massive field of stars that dominated the view outside the ship as it approached Piazza Ceres Station. He wore his Normal suit per SOP (standard operating procedure). His breathing was slow and even, one could have mistaken him for being asleep if not for the fact his eyes were open, and staring unblinkingly into space. After a few moments, he reached into a small cargo pocket on his normal suit, and pulled out a small handheld compact mechanical music box gear set. An angled crank handle poking out the side. Turning away from the starry field, he looked down at the small machine in his hand, and began to turn the crank. From the small machine, a simple tune began to play. A song old, but still known even in this day and age;Twinkle Little Star. He listened, and let the song play as the ship made its landing at the station. Once the ship touched down, Jeremiah tucked the music box away, and pushed his way out of the room. Outside in the hall, he grabbed one of the handles that continually ran down the rail to pull people along. He was whisked down the corridor. As he came to a junction, he saw the ship's TO glancing at her data pad. Lowering his feet, Jeremiah touched down close to her. He came to attention, and saluted the superior officer. "Good evening, Ma'am." he stated respectfully. Waiting for her to return the salute. (Hana Duet Location:Starboard Hanger Wearing:Duty Uniform under Normal Suit Tagging:JJ, Open-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Good evening, Ma'am." Hana looked up from her pad and acknowledged the pilot's presence. "Mister Jackson." She nodded and lowered the pad from her eyes. The gate was open and ramp lowered, not that it served much of a purpose in the limited gravity of Ceres but cleared the way for the cargo shuttles and personnel carriers gliding in." Big plans for Piazza?" she asked casually while she waited for the new arrivals to get fixed in. "I'm sure you have a little R&R built up."*****(Chloe Summers Location:Starboard Hanger Wearing:Duty Uniform under Normal Suit Tagging:Open-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chloe sat in the rear of a windowless shuttle, both sides lined with EFS personnel. Her Duffel was securely strapped in beneath a seat that was clearly not designed with comfort in mind and her eyes stayed fixed on a red light illuminated over the craft's rear door. She hated waiting, and that seemed to be all she had done over the last few days. Waiting for transport off Texas. Waiting on the flight to Piazza. Waiting for the arrival of theMarcenas. Waiting is the fucking worst. She couldn't get her ass off the plank fast enough when the light turned from red to green. A few swift tugs to the bindings over her Duffel and she was pushing off from the shuttle's door, floating briefly into the hanger before her smart boots detect the hull and pull her down to the floor." Welcome aboard the Ricardo Arenas," an ensign said dryly as bodies began to float out of the newly arrived shuttles. "Toes on the line, everyone," he pointed to a long green stripe painted on the hanger's floor. "Queue up, and we'll get you processed as quickly as possible." (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:Marcenasobservation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Hana, Chloe, Open-------------------------------------------Jeremiah lowered his salute when the TO returned it, and relaxed his stance somewhat. Though he wasn't completely relaxed as she was still a much higher ranking officer than he was. Jeremiah would turn his attention to the open hanger, and watch as another shuttle full of either supplies, or troops drifted in to offload its cargo while another waited in the queue. When Lt. Cider Duet asked if he had any plans for the station, mentioning he had some R&R built up. Jeremiah simply shrugged, wishing he didn't have to wear his helmet as his head was starting to itch. "Nah, notin' major. Yes might find a quiet lounge her sum tin' to enjoy a drink. But ah ain't planning on going far." He spoke quietly as he noticed the latest shuttle was carrying more people. They were floating off even as an ensign was barking orders at them to toe the line so they could be processed. "Looks like we have fresh meat for the grinder." He commented offhandedly, nodding to the new recruits. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation: Arenas observation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, OpenSeraphim nodded her head to the Ensign who was directing them to the duty stations. She nodded her head to him as she handed her credentials for him to check over before she grabbed her duffel bag and shuffled off into the line-up. This was her first assignment after basic. She floated off the shuttle entrance before her own smart boots sensed the deck plating and landed on it safely. She landed alongside another blonde girl who had a sergeant's stripes on her shoulder. Furthermore, she nodded her head. "Ensign Bielefeld." she said to her introducing herself to the other girl. (Hana Duet Location:Marcenasstarboard observation deck Wearing:Duty Uniform under Normal Suit Tagging:Jackson-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Looks like we have fresh meat for the grinder."" We do indeed," Hana replied, although whether she found that analogy amusing or not couldn't be clearly read from her tone. Beyond them at the end of the hanger, the gate raise, secured and whirling red lights at either side of the gateway went dark. "About time," Hana mused while unfastening her normal suit's helmet. She gave it a good tug off, then pushed down her hair before the mess could go full-Medusa and fastened the helmet to the back of her best so it didn't float away." And speaking of fresh meat, I believe your new teammates just arrived." Hana eyed her data pad, then gestured her stencil back and forth between two of the women in line. "Three and four on the green. Sergeant Summers and Ensign Bielefeld. All we're waiting on now is --" The TO fell silent as an update alert blinked on the face of her pad. "No, scratch that... looks like there's been a change of plans. Anyway, why don't you go get acquainted with your new teammates. Starboard hanger is going to be assigned to you three, by the way."*****(Chloe Summers Location:Marcenasstarboard observation deck Wearing:Duty Uniform under Normal Suit Tagging:Era, Jackson-------------------------------------------------------------------------------The one-man ensign welcoming party worked through the line efficiently -- quickly processing each in turn, updating each new arrival's security access, assigning quarters, and downloading pertinent information to their individual data pads. While stepping up ion the line the woman next to Chloe introduced herself." Ensign Bielefeld." Chloe returned her nod and offered a smile. "Sergeant Summers. Chloe," she introduced in kind. Things seemed casual enough that she passed on the formality of a "sir" or "ma'am". She then noticed the MS Pilot Badge stenciled on Ensign Bielefeld's normal suit. "Hey -- looks like we may be flying together. Nice to meet you." (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:Marcenasobservation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Hana, Chloe, Era Open-------------------------------------------------------------Jeremiah was also relieved as the Gate closed, and the Ship was once more pressurized. Like the TO, he unfastened the clasp underneath his chin, and removed his helmet before having it hang on the small catch on the back of the suit. "Ah, that feels better." he said as he ran a hand through his short hair before combing his finger through his beard. It was a relief as normal suits had a way of making Jeremiah itch if he was idle. Though when Hana brought up the topic of fresh meat, Jeremiah turned his attention to her, and her data pad as she mentioned his new teammates arrived. He would then look down at the group as Hana pointed at them with her stylus. Jeremiah's face was a mask of neutrality as he wanted to meet them first before deciding whether he liked them. He didn't care that it was two women. Gender-bias pretty much died by the end of the One-Year War as the human race was so devastated by the loss of half its population that one simply couldn't tell a woman no in doing a "Man's" job any more as there wasn't enough men to do it. Jeremiah nodded as Hana indicated that it was the Third, and Forth in line, and that they were Ensign Sheffield, and Sergeant Summers. When Hana told him to go ahead, and meet his new teammates, Jeremiah came to attention and saluted. "By your leave then ma'am." He stated as he grabbed the railing, and pulled him over the side. Curling up his legs, he gently pushed off the side of the catwalk, and sent himself sailing down to the main floor of the Hanger. Jeremiah was old hat at moving around in Zero G, so in a moment he was nearing the line of fresh troops, pulling his legs underneath him so that his smart boots could pull him the rest of the way to the deck. Jeremiah would wait for the ensign to finish processing the newbies before Jeremiah approached Summers, and Held. "Greetings, I'm CPO Jackson. I'll be part of your team for now on." He stated, introducing himself to the two women. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:Arenas observation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Seraphic nodded her head to Chloe when she introduced herself. "Good to meet you Sergeant. I'm sure it will be a pleasure to work with you." she said with a smile on her pretty face. Seraphic was already considered a looker. She had silver white hair and bright cerulean blue eyes. She had garnered a lot of attention, but she had never focused on it. Furthermore, she wanted to be a good pilot, and she managed to achieve that goal. Furthermore, she then noticed another new member come up and introduce himself. "It's good to be welcomed Chief." she said giving JJ a salute. (Chloe Summers Location:Marcenasstarboard hanger Wearing:Normal Suit Tagging:Era, JJ-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Greetings, I'm CPO Jackson. I'll be part of your team for now on."" Good to meet you, Jackson," the sergeant smiled and stuffed her ID into a Duffel pocket after the ensign was done checking her in. "I'm Chloe."" And those," she grinned mischievously towards the four giant, nearly 65-foot tall mobile suits looming at the rear of the hanger, "are all ours, yes?" She was practically salivating at the thought of getting back in the cockpit. (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:Marcenasobservation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Era, Chloe, Open-------------------------------------------------------------When Ensign Bielefeld saluted, Jeremiah came to attention and saluted as well, and then gave a nod to Chloe. "Jeremiah Jackson, but most people call me "JJ"" He explained before Chloe spoke about the mobile suits standing in their berths against the wall. Several Techs floating around each one performing last minute checks, and ensuring that the suits were all ship shape after the last batch of pilots were discharged, and before the new pilots were to be assigned. Sparks floated from welders, and the sound of power tools echoed in the cavernous hold. For now, it wasn't bad, but if the three were to spend as much time in here as the Techs did, there was a real danger of hearing loss. Jeremiah just glanced at the salivating sergeant as she eyed the gleaming mobile suits like most freshly graduated Basic Training recruits eyed strippers at the local "Shitty titty". "Cool your jets, Sergeant. They ain't yours yet. They still have to have a thorough going over as they're being discharged from the previous pilots before being assigned to you." Jeremiah explained as he looked up at the familiar Mobile suits that carried him throughout his career. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:Arenas observation deck Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa nodded her head to JJ and Chloe. "Chief Jackson has the right of Sergeant. Whoever is in charge of mobile suit ops will tell us which unit is ours when it comes time to pass out assignments." she said parting her on the shoulder in a friendly manner before looking to JJ. "Well Chief Jackson since it seems like you know the way around here..." she said offering him her data pad to look over "...care to show us where our quarters are going to be? I'd very much like a shower. I've spent the last two days on a shuttle and I smell like three day old spoiled Limburger cheese." she said to him with a soft smile. (Chloe Summers Location:MarcenasStarboard Hanger Wearing:Normal Suit-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Well Chief Jackson since it seems like you know the way around here..." she said offering him her data pad to look over "...care to show us where our quarters are going to be? I'd very much like a shower. I've spent the last two days on a shuttle and I smell like three day old spoiled Limburger cheese."" Then thank god for normal suits," Chloe laughed at Era's humorous little confession. She then shouldered in bag, ready to move on. "Yeah, that's a good idea, Chief. How about the Nickle Tour?" (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasStarboard Mobile Suit Hanger -----→ Residential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Era, Chloe, Open-------------------------------------------------------------------JJ turned his attention to the white haired beauty when she asked him if he would be so kind to escort them to the ship's residential bloc so that they can get settled in, and for a shower. Though it would be about this time that Chloe would decide to let out a quip, depending on how the Ensign takes it, could make her stay on the ship a very rocky one. JJ would simply nod to the two women before motioning for the two beautiful women to follow him. With a light push of his toes, he left the deck, and started to float up towards the second level cat walk where he was just standing with the ship's TO. Grabbing the rail, he pulled himself over and looked to see if the other two were following him. "This way." he indicated as he then grabbed a handle that was running along the hall. Pulling him along towards the core of the ship. The three would pass other crew members in various states of disembarking, or embarking. Some performing their normal duties of Ship maintenance, and operations. Though as they approached the residential bloc, the two women would start to notice the subtle pull of gravity on them right before JJ released the handle, and began to walk normally. TheMarcenasis outfitted with an artificial gravity generator. It provides Gravity for the Core bloc that houses the residential units, and the medical wing. It helps to prevent bone, and muscle degradation that was quite prevalent during the early parts of the Universal Century. Though during Combat, the gravity is turned off." Jeremiah explained right before he stepped around the corner. Before JJ took the two to their rooms, there was one stop they had to make. "Hey Tommy. We got two that need room assignments, and their essentials." JJ spoke to a rather portly gentleman behind a low counter looking over data tables, and scribbling something down on legal pad. Petty Officer Richard "Tommy" Young was the ship's Quartermaster, and ran his department tightly. He glanced up at the two women. "Name, and Rank Please." He requested. He was also very respectful, so long as you showed him respect. Many an officer, and enlisted discovered just how easily a pissed off QM could make your life a lot more difficult. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasStarboard Mobile Suit Hanger -----→ Residential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa looked over at Chloe when she mentioned uniforms and nickel tours and an impish grin appeared on her face. "Yes we have normal suits, but I still want out of the same clothes I've been in for the last two days. As for the tour..." she said her grin getting a bit bigger as she'd turned to JJ. "... I'll see her nickel tour and raise it to a dime. I spare no expense." she said to him. Her clearly that she was making a joke and didn't want stuff taken seriously at all. It was the usual squad mates ripping on each other nothing more. After that was over she had followed along with JJ and Chloe as they made their way through the ship's interior toward her core block. Much like JJ she could feel the artificial gravity kicking in as the guide bar came to a stop and her feet hit the floor once more. As they had moved through the ship she had seen techs and other crew members at work doing their jobs like they knew what they were doing so that was a good sign indeed. When JJ talked about the gravity she only nodded her head. She read her history of space flight so she knew why artificial gravity was an essential part of things. Pretty soon they reached the quartermaster's office where a portly looking PO was busy at work doing his job. He may have had a bit of judge on him but the look in his eyes as he poured over his stuff said he knew exactly what he was doing. She watched him look up from his data screens when JJ told them about the new recruits. He then turned and asked them what their names and rank were. "Ensign Seraphic Bielefeld." she said to him response to his query for her rank and name while also handing over her credentials like she was supposed to for identification. (Chloe Summers Location:MarcenasStarboard Mobile Suit Hanger -----→ Residential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Completely oblivious to any of concern JJ may have over her Quincy nature, Chloe pushed off from the deck and followed her new teammates' zero-G ascent. At the peak she deftly grabbed the rail, spun her boots back to the deck and offered the mobile suits situated at the back of the hanger one last grin. Four RGM-419Q's -- not exactly top-of-the-line but a far cry better than the junk piles she flew in training.(stay right there, babies... I'll be back, the eager young sergeant thought with a grin before exiting into the corridor. She pushed off from the hanger deck, gliding into the hall and grabbed hold of the conveyed to pull her effortlessly down the length of the ship." The Arenas is outfitted with an artificial gravity generator. It provides Gravity for the Core bloc that houses the residential units, and the medical wing. It helps to prevent bone, and muscle degradation that was quite prevalent during the early parts of the Universal Century. Though during Combat, the gravity is turned off." Chloe nodded her helmet in understanding -- it was pretty standard. "You know, they say the new AFT ships are going to have artificial gravity without the need for rotation," she commented casually when they came to the intersection. She released the conveyor, then nimbly tucked and turned with the momentum, so her boots touched the wall, then pushed off to follow the others. "Then again, can't believe everything you hear about the Gods." Once they crossed the threshold into the Residential Bloc, Chloe felt the weight of her Duffel pull down at her shoulder. JJ led them to the Quartermaster, and she waited her turn." Name, and Rank Please."" Nice to meet you, Tommy. I'm Sergeant Chloe Summers," she introduced and passed her ID. (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasResidential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Era, Chloe, Open-------------------------------------------------------------JJ leaned against the side of the bulkhead as the two introduced themselves to the ship's quartermaster. Though their enthusiastic greetings wouldn't be returned in kind. It wasn't that Tommy was cold, nor detached. He was simply busy. The Arenas has taken on a lot of supplies, and it was his department's job to ensure that it was all inventoried, and stowed in a timely manner. "Hello." he would simply reply as he took their IDs, and swiped them through his reader before watching their information scroll along the screen. After a few moments, he would have each back their Cards along with a slip of paper, and a carton about the size of a shoebox that held their basic toiletries. "Here you go. Your Room assignments are on the piece of paper." He explained. "Thanks Tommy." JJ stated as he stood back up. "Oh, one more thing, JJ." Tommy stated before reaching down, and grabbing a strange looking blue bottle ("Here, Cause you won the bet." Tommy stated. It was a bottle of Mead. JJ smiled and took the bottle. "A pleasure doing business with ya Tommy-Boy." JJ replied as he tucked the bottle securely in his arm. Hiding it a bit as if anyone else got a whiff of the stuff, he'll become suddenly very popular. Though sometimes, it can be quite valuable as a bargaining chip." Alright, lets get'CIA to ya rooms." JJ stated as he started to walk down the hall. His heavy boots thumping against the deck plate. The first place they would reach was in "Officer's Country" for Ensign Bielefeld. Since she was an Officer, she would have her own room. Though that didn't mean very much. As a low ranking officer, her room wasn't much bigger than a broom closet. A narrow bunk tucked to one side of the wall, and a small desk, and wardrobe on the other. There was a sink, and mirror by the door. "Here ya go, Ensign." JJ stated as he stood to one side of the door. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasStarboard Mobile Suit Hanger -----→ Residential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa watched as Tommy processed their IDs in a quick and orderly fashion before handing them and a box of basics back to her and Chloe. Though she did cock an eyebrow when she saw the Asian descended man offer JJ a bottle of alcohol. So things onboard were a bit more interesting than she thought. Soon enough they moved away and towards the ship's quarters area. The first up on the tour was of course the officer's quarters, which since she was an officer, admittedly the lowest ranking one on the totem pole she still rated a single bunk herself. She sighed a bit when she saw it, it wasn't much. Barely larger than a broom closet. She nodded her head to him. "Thank you, Chief." she said dropping her stuff on the bunk before turning back to him. "As much as I want to unpack and catch some rack time I want that shower more." she said to him with a grin on her face. "So if you'll give me a moment I'll get my stuff together, and you can show me where the showers are." she said to him. (Chloe Summers Location:MarcenasResidential Bloc Wearing:Normal suit over uniform-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chloe thanked Tommy when he returned her ID and followed her teammates into "Officer's Country", as JJ called it. Sera made a request for the showers and once she disappeared into her quarters, leaving Chloe and JJ to wait in the corridor. She decided to kill the time by nudging her head towards his fancy blue bottle. "So... a bet, huh?" she grinned. "Sounds like there's a story there." (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasResidential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Era, Chloe, Open-------------------------------------------------------------JJ nodded as Era thanked him for showing her to her room first. As she entered, one might have taken the opportunity to steal a glance at the good. However, JJ wasn't really in that mind set. He simply rolled back, and leaned against the wall as he waited for Era to gather her toiletries. Meanwhile, his hand held that bottle tightly much like a running back holding the football of a game winning play. Though when Chloe asked about the bet that won him the bottle, mentioning that there is a story behind it, JJ's eyes turned a bit towards her, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You could say that Sergeant. Depending on how well I like ya. You may hear it someday." JJ stated, a bit of a tease hanging in his voice. His mind already wondering when was the best time to crack open the Bottle, or to hold on to it to barter with later. Such a unique drink could fetch a "High Price" on a Ship. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasStarboard Mobile Suit Hanger -----→ Residential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa shook her head as she gathered herself before walking out and overhearing JJ's response about the bottle of booze he had won from the ship's Quartermaster. "Well I guess we'll just have to wait for that time to appear. No sense pushing you on it. Though I do admit I myself am a bit curious about the story behind, but that's just human nature really." she said holding her cleaning kit. "So then Chief the showers if you could? Afterward maybe I can get a bite to eat in the mess hall and then catch some rack time." she said to him. (Chloe Summers Location:MarcenasResidential Bloc Wearing:Normal Suit over Uniform-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"You could say that Sergeant. Depending on how well I like ya. You may hear it someday."" Ooooh, the suspense..." Chloe mused with a grin. "It better be a good one then. The longer you make us wait, the higher the expectations get." The "southern" twang to the pilot's voice became more evident and unmistakable since she retracted back the transparent face shield of her helmet. "So then Chief the showers if you could? Afterward maybe I can get a bite to eat in the mess hall and then catch some rack time."" Sounds good," Chloe nodded. "Just point me in the direction of the bunks and I can meet up with you both later."IOC:I'm back (obviously). Feel free to chat and socialize, and I'll jump the time frame a little forward this weekend to get the plot rolling. Thanks for your patience! (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasResidential bloc. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Era, Chloe, Open------------------------------------------------------Jeremiah couldn't help the smirk on his lips as he listened to the young sergeant beside him telling him that because he is holding out on her, the story better be good. "Then the onus is on you, and whomever else is foolish enough to get their expectations high." he as he gave her a sideways glance as she opened her face shield. Though it was about this time that the ensign would step out with her shower kit asking about the showers before mentioning A bite to eat at the mess, and then some sleep. Chloe would then say that to just point her in the direction where she needs to go, but Jeremiah shook his head. "This way." he would instruct the two. Jeremiah would lead the two girls down the hall. The Showers for Officer's country was just down the hall from Era's room. "There ya go ensign. Sang, this way for your room." Jeremiah explained as he started down an adjacent hall, and left Era to take her shower. Jeremiah would show Chloe to the NCO section of the ship. Here, NCO's had to share space with another. Only officers got their own quarters, though Chloe's roommate was on duty. The Room was a bit larger than Era's, but with two bodies just as cramped. There was a Bunk bed bolted to one side of the wall. At the Far wall a couple of desks were facing opposite walls. Opposite the Bunk Beds, two Full presses (wardrobes) were bolted to the wall, and two chest of drawers on either side of them. One Full Press was empty, the other had uniforms hung up in pristine military fashion. Each hanger exactly two fingers apart. Signs that her roommate was a stickler for regulation. "Here ya go, Sergeant. Home sweet home." Jeremiah replied. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasResidential bloc. Wearing:uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa grinned back at JJ as he explained to Chloe about where officers and NCO's would be staying before showing her the way to the showers themselves. "Thanks Chief." she said to him as she wandered into the showers and began to set her things down to get undressed. As she put stuff in her locker among them was a pendent she'd had since she could remember. It was beautifully well crafted and made entirely of moonstone. Each time she looked at it the wings on the top of it made her think of an angel's wings. She smiled as she set the pendent in her locker and then went to get her shower. EARTH FEDERATION STATION PIAZZICERESMarch 13, 0422UC(Hana Duet Location:MarcenasBriefing Room Wearing:Duty Uniform-------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Alright. Everyone take your seats and let's get started," Lieutenant Commander Duet instructed as personnel filed intoMarcenas'primary briefing room. Her disposition was all-business, as usual -- uniform pressed with professional precision and long, chestnut hair freshly shelled against Ceres' low gravity. Once butts were in chairs, the ship's TO nodded to a short, pink-haired woman seated at the room's operations terminal. "I believe we're ready, sergeant." The sergeant nodded, thumbed a command at her terminal and the lights dimmed as a holographic image flickered to life before Hana." First order of business -- welcome aboard to those of you who just transferred in. We had a bigger rotation than usual, including two-thirds of our mobile suit pilots, so some adjustment will be needed. Unfortunately, time is a luxury we don't have. When you have questions, ask. Learn, adapt, and lend a hand where you can until we all get situated." Duet eyed the those collected in the room noting her message was received and nodded. It was the closest thing to a warm, welcoming smile as she was capable of while on duty." Next order of business. Marcenascarries a compliment of eight 419's with two teams of three pilots and a pair in reserve. For the time being these teams will be designatedPortandStarboardaccording to the hanger they call home. Port is under the command of Ensign NATO," she nodded to a slender Asian man seated in the second row, flanked by a dark-skinned woman and blonde man who both wore MS Pilot badges. "And Starboard will be led by Ensign Bielefeld," Hana nodded towards Era. "Per tradition, more colorful nicknames should be chosen. Just let Sergeant Malaise here know when you have that squared away." The operations technician with the bubblegum-pink hair beamed a smile and wave of her hand." Now onto real business." The hologram hovering before the commander shimmered and reshaped into a floating representation of Piazza station with long bands of dense asteroids arcing away to either side of Ceres. "We'll be taking on some of Piazza's duties while they deal with a rotation of their own. We'll be assisting with customs inspections for all civilian traffic passing through the belt, as well as standard patrols." A green holographic representation ofMarcenasflashed with two blue arrows pushing left and right from the center through the asteroid belt. "At 1300PortandStarboardwill launch on standard patrols through the asteroid belt to these Nav Points..." As the two blue arrows extended away fromMarcenasthey each passed through a pair of red dots that noted the location of navigation buoys. "After you pass the second, turn around and come home. A milk run... doesn't get any easier than this." Duet tapped the panel behind her and the hologram reshaped into the form of an RGM-419 Mobile Suit. "Standard payloads for this op. MG19 rifles loaded with APEX rounds and SM04 shields with four Hex missiles." She paused and brought up the lights in the briefing room. "Any questions?" (Jackson Date:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasPrimary Pilot Briefing room. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Open------------------------------------------------------When the call to report to the briefing room sounded, Jeremiah was one of the first to arrive. Though he made sure to bring both Era, and Chloe with him so they will know where it was too. He quickly moved down the aisle, and towards his preferred seat. There he stood, and waited for the Lt. Commander to enter to give the briefing on today's op. Jeremiah wasn't expecting anything too difficult, nor demanding considering all the nuggets they just took on. Course, Fate nor History ever saw fit to strike a properly prepared, and trained ship. Time will only tell. Once everyone arrived, and the Lt Commander entered, The senior NCO on deck barked. "SENIOR OFFICER ON DECK!" Instantly everyone in the room snapped to attention out of Pavlovian reflect. It wasn't until Lt. Commander Duet told them to sit that Jeremiah relaxed, and sat down. Medium size legal pad, and pen seemingly appearing on the small desk attached to his seat. Jeremiah's eyes tracking the commander as she started the briefing by having the girl with "Non-regulation" hair color start up the hold-projector. Jeremiah quickly started to jot down notes as Duet explained that they now had two full MS Squads, and he would be assigned to the starboard arm under Ensign Bielefeld. Jeremiah didn't really give too much regard to the stint about "Colorful" Names. Figuring if the other members of the team wanted to, they're more than welcomed. The Commander would explain that while the ship was in Ceres, they'll be assisting the station as they would be going through a staffing rotation themselves. Meaning they'll be running inspections, and Customs reviews. Though it would seem today was a more less a simple patrol through the asteroid belt where the two teams were to reach nav points, and then turn back. It was an excellent way for the nuggets to get a taste of real Zero-G operations as most if not all only had the sparest of training on the moon. Even the Armament for the GMs they'll pilot were standard. As the Commander said, a Milk Run. As Duet asked for any questions, Jeremiah closed his pen, and slipped it into his pocket before waiting for the call to be dismissed. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasPrimary Pilot Briefing room. Wearing:uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa wasn't too far behind Chloe in arriving in the briefing room. She nodded to JJ as they entered and took their seats before the staff sergeant called them to order and the Lt. Commander stepped in. She designated her team along with JJ and Chloe as the team for the Starboard hanger. Furthermore, she nodded her head acknowledging what she was ordered to do. Though she mused she always did like the name starboard over port side. There was just something a bit romantic about it. She was brought of that musing when the room darkened and the Lt. Commander outlined their mission. A milk run really. Head out to the navigation buoys, tag them and then head back for the barn. Real simple. Then she called for questions. So far nothing was out of the ordinary. She shook her head. "Nothing here Commander." she said to her. (Hana Duet Location:MarcenasPrimary Briefing Room Wearing:Duty Uniform-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Duet paused at the front of the briefing room, the light of holographic asteroids reflecting off her eyes as she cast her gaze across those assembled. She nodded in acknowledgement of Ensign Bielefeld's statement, and it appeared there were no questions." Alright. Dismissed," the TO stated, then turned her attention to the pink headed operations tech.***************(Chloe Summers Location:MarcenasPrimary Briefing Room Wearing:Duty Uniform-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chloe kept her jaw tight during the briefing; it was the only way she knew to keep her excitement at bay (a skill she learned the hard way during Boot). But once the TO called the session to an end, she couldn't help but let the corner of her lips curl a bit. "Time to get to work," she mused as she stood and joined the procession exiting the briefing room. The walk (and float) to the starboard hanger was an uneventful one -- she didn't even have to bother JJ for directions. As long as she knew were to find her bunk, mess, head and hanger, she was good. A few minutes after slipping into the starboard lockers, Chloe reemerges floating out into the hanger dressed in her flight suit and tugging the gloves for good measure. She pushes off the rail and glides up towards UNIT-06's face, her assigned mobile suit, and calls to a pair of mechanics perched on its scaffold. "Don't worry, boys. I'll take good care of her." (Jackson Date:13/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasPrimary Pilot Briefing room. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Open--------------------------------Jeremiah exited out the pilot's locker room in his normal suit. Grabbing a handle, he was whisked away towards the Starboard hanger where his Suit was waiting for him to sortie for the first time with his new team. A part of him was curious as to how well they'll work out with each other. The other part concentrating on this rather mundane mission cause even on Mundane missions, things can go terrible wrong. He didn't say really anything to Era, nor Chloe. His mind focusing on the mission at hand. Entering the hanger, he floated his way over to Unit 5. A couple of the regular tech holding out their fists to him to which he lightly bumped them with his own. "Good luck Chief." One of them called as he pulled himself into his cockpit, and closed the hatch. With a long-drawn-out exhale, he started to flip the switches to bring his machine to life. The familiar hum of the Minsky particle reactor spooling to life beneath the cockpit was familiar, and welcomed." Chief Petty Officer Jeremiah Jackson, Ready to sortie." Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasPrimary Pilot Briefing room Wearing:pilot suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, JJ With no questions needing to be asked the Commander dismissed them she turned to leave. Chloe bless her heart was excited to finally get her chance to pilot a mobile suit. Era was just thinking about it. She wished she'd had more time before this first mission. She liked to tinker with suits targeting systems to make sure they fit her. It was something one of her drill instructors had said to her. That while the "factory settings" were best for all they were not best for you. She would have to work with it for now. She took the spec sheets from the tech looking over her machine and nodded her head before sliding into it and beginning to power it up. As the suit began to come to life Era allowed herself a moment to relax as she let her hands run over the machine getting a feel for it. She then reached her hand up and clutched at her pendent under her flight suit before she heard JJ confirming he was ready for take-off. An idea struck her before it was turn. When the whole team would be ready she opened a line to tower "Bielefeld to Tower. Archangel Team ready for launch. Archangel One report ready for launch." she said logging the team's name with the CIC. (Sgt. Kaitlyn Malaise"Bielefeld to Tower. Archangel Team ready for launch. Archangel One report ready for launch." Oooh... 'Archangel Team'. I like it! Sergeant Malaise thought from her station on the bridge. "Roger that, Archangel One. Standby," she replied while glancing over her terminal and tapping through readouts. "You are clear for launch, Archangel. Good luck."************************(Sgt. Chloe Summers Location: Unit-6's Cockpit Wearing: Flight suit-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chloe pushed off from the faceplate of her mobile suit down towards an open hatch over the machine's heart that protected the cockpit. A deft pivot and twist of her hips as she glided over the door caught the attention of her boots that pulled her back down into the seat. She locked herself snug into the seat, closed the hatch and began her pre-flight checks. The cockpit's three monitors flickered to life as she thumbed her way through diagnostics. Green, green, green, green... Not a caution alert in the bunch -- it was comforting to see this ship's mechanics didn't let the little things slip through the cracks. A final flip of a switch and the tech's scaffolding retracts as cables break free from the mobile suit's legs. "Summers to tower. Archangel Three, ready to launch." Chloe waited patiently while her teammates fired out into space before Malaise's reply came and granted permission. She pushed locomotion forward, walking her Jim onto Arenas's magnetic catapult. "Chloe Summers. Archangel Three. Let's go!" the sergeant called and punched the trigger firing the catapult and launching her into space to join the rest of her team.((IOC: If you're Americans, have a Happy Thanksgiving!! ^.^)) (Jackson Date:13/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasPrimary Pilot Briefing room. Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Open--------------------------------Jeremiah crooked an eyebrow as he heard his new squad leader declare their unit name, calling them the "Archangels". He would simply give a shrug as there was worse things to be called he supposed. He watched as Unit 4, Archangel Lead stepped up to the catapult, and was subsequently launched into space. Once the catapult platform was retracted, he moved his suit from its berth, and approached the catapult as well. Stepping upon the pads, the clamps locked down upon Unit 5's feet. The suit crouching, torso leaning forward to brace for the effects of the catapult. "Archangel 2, Launching." Jeremiah announced. The very next second the catapult accelerated forward at a rapid pace, pushing Jeremiah back into his seat as he was flung into space just behind Era. Chloe being launched after him. After a few correctional bursts from his suit's verniers, he boosted off to get into formation with the lead suit, and begin the patrol. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:MarcenasStarboard Hanger----→Space Wearing:pilot suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa nodded her head as she got the confirmation from the Sergeant for launching. "Copy that Tower. Archangel 1 launching." she said feeling her unit shot forward through the catapult and into the inky blackness of space. As she made it out into space she fired the thrusters to adjust herself into a holding pattern while she waited for the rest of her squad. It didn't take them long to launch and fall into formation. "Alright people let's do this by the numbers. It's a milk run but let's not call it that till we are back in the barn." she said putting her sensors on full alert. She then pushed the thrusters forward moving towards the buoys listed on her map. (Chloe Summers Location:Piloting Unit-6, 3/4's distance between Nav 1 and Nav 2Wearing:Flight suit-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Between the density of the floating rock field and angle of the belt's orbit, it wasn't long before Archangel Team lost line-of-sight withMarcenasand Piazza Station. Chloe double-checked her comms -- Minsky particle density was light this far out and, thankfully, was not interfering with the radio communications bouncing back through the nav buoys. Just the same, she'd prefer to keep home base in sight. The thrill of her first launch was beginning to wear thin by the time they reached the first buoy -- the high point so far being a couple miners poking at an asteroid with Ball-type space pods. She was starting to get a little antsy in her cockpit; even dodging errant asteroids was starting to lose her attention and started to feel rote. But then a minor alert appeared on her HUD. A few quick taps to her instruments confirmed it." Uh, either of you reading this?" the sergeant asked while pivoting in her seat to peer out either side. "I'm picking up an increase in Minsky particle density. There an outpost or something out here I missed?" (Jackson Date:13/3/0422UCLocation:Piloting Unit 5, 3/4 Distance between Nav point 1, and Nav Point 2Wearing:Normal Suit over uniform. Tagging:Open-------------------------------------------------For Jeremiah this was just another day in the Mobile Suit corps. He kept tight formation as the three weave their way through the dense asteroid field around Piazza Station. Minsky particles were quickly dissipating the further out from the station they went. Scanning his three screens, Jeremiah would see the familiar flashes of Miners mining resources from the various asteroids they pasted. The pink light of beam mining equipment illuminating space around the rock as the Mobile suits passed by. Normally these patrols were usually passed by in various ways. Some pilots bring along small music players, or audiobooks. Others chat among themselves. Usually those conversations consist of which girl or guy on the ship they want to bang. Who has the nicest chest, Ass, or who is packing the largest "Cannon"? Jeremiah simply kept quiet, and focused on his instruments. Jeremiah's own instrument would sound the alert not one second after Venue called out to each of them. "Understood Archangel 3, I have same. Though the pattern doesn't appear large enough for a station. Possibly a ship. Ensign, I recommend we investigate, and see who this is. I also recommend we go in ready for a shoot out if someone is actively broadcasting Particles." Jeremiah directed to the Squad leader. Name:Seraphic IhlefeldDate:12/3/0422UCLocation:Piloting Unit 4, 3/4 Distance between Nav point 1, and Nav Point 2Wearing:pilot suit over uniform. Tagging:Chloe, Josefa much like the other two was just biding her time. She kept her eyes on the scopes making sure she was watching her scanners while moving out of the way of the various asteroids in the belt as they moved. They past the first buoy, and she logged on the sensor data. She noted the ball pods mining on one of the asteroids. Not an altogether uncommon sight in the here in the belt. It was a variable cornucopia of raw materials to be mined. She even gave the pods a wave with her rifle as they passed by them. So far so good. Maybe she might be able to call this a Milk run. Then her sensor lit up with the rise in Minsky particles. She should have known better. It wasn't large enough to be base or a ship which could mean only one thing, trouble. It was about then that both Chloe and JJ piped up about it. "Yeah I'm reading the same thing chief. Suggestion noted and logged. Let's do this by the numbers people." she said sighing a bit. She switched over to the radio with the Arenas. "Archangel 1 to Tower control. I'm registering unknown output of Minsky particles. Please be advised we are moving to investigate." she said communicating with the ship itself. "Alright team lets move wedge formation. Let's keep everyone covered." she said taking point in the wedge with Chloe and JJ on her left and right rear. She zeroed in on the source of the particles. "This is Archangel Team to unknown craft. You are within restricted airspace, please state your name and business." she said over the radio to the unknown contact.

Gundam0422 (IC)|rating:4.0

Summer Love

Lea Colette Age: 17 Lea is a average boy-crazy teen, but she'd slightly more classy and girly than the majority of the others which is why she always gets the guy. If she were an animal, she'd be a snake because she's very suave and smooth like one, and in some cases, slightly sneaky. Dante Giordano Age: 17 Dante is a Guido by high standards. He is tan, super fit, funny, and a ladies-man. But he's only got one chick on his mind. He really is sweet at heart and a big flirt once you get to know him. And he's also pretty loud. ~Cole Kitchen~ 17 years old Cole's a really kind guy, and he loves making music. But the only problem is that usually, he's not really sure, and it's hard for him to make up his mind. At times, he'll assume he has something really figured out, but he doesn't. He's a gentleman and can be considerate. His dad is a UPS truck guy and his mother is a teacher. He loves animals. ~Bella Palette~ 17 years old Bella comes off as unhappy, a loner, quiet, and very shy but when she's with her friends or with someone who doesn't feel like they're breaking her heart, she's all smiles and laughter. Her mother is a high-class maid and her father works at the town's supply store as a manager. She always over-thinks things, but she has learned to keep her mouth shut. She can be weird and awkward and at times, off. Things effect her easily no matter what they are. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bella Palette looked down at the red plastic cup in her hands. The strong smell of mixed alcohol almost made her cringe. Across from her sat her friend Dianna, who waited patiently for Bella to speak. "So? What's wrong? You've been quiet all night. You're usually not like this at my parties," Diana said as she took a sip of her drink. Bella traced the edges of her cup in her hand for a moment before she looked up at Diana. "It's...it's Dante. S-summer's almost over...and things just...they feel wrong," murmured Bella as she looked back down to stare at the golden liquid in her cup. "I don't know what to do..." she then added. Diana sighed. "I guess that that was the problem," she said as she got up and sat her cup down on the kitchen island that they were seated at, the puffy bar stool squeaking. Bella looked back up at Diana just as Diana took the cup out of Bella's hands and placed it beside hers. "What..." "Let's go out and sit around the on fire. You need some more social time with my friends." Diana grabbed Bella's arm gently, but firm enough to force Bella down from the bar stool. Bella followed Diana out onto the patio. She looked up at the sky as they passed the large lawn. The full moon was high in the sky and the hot summer night clung to Bella like water droplets. A cool breeze blew, enough to cause Bella to shiver slightly from the contact. Bella looked ahead of her, a large on fire in view with kids her age sitting around it. Bella and Diana sat down. Cole looked to his right as two girls sat down beside him. One of them he recognized as his best friend Diana, the host of this party. And then beside Diana was a girl he had never seen before. But in the flicking fire light, he saw the stranger to be beautiful. He smiled and spoke. "Great party, Diana," Cole said, hoping Diana would introduce him to the stranger. He didn't feel brave enough to introduce himself to her at the moment. Diana looked over and smiled back. "Thanks! Arm, this is my one friend. Bella. You've heard of her?" Diana asked, her eyes narrowing on Bella, who had now finally turned her head to looked at Cole. "Diana has talked a lot about you. So I finally get to meet the famous Bella? Pleasure to meet you--I'm Cole," Cole said with a bigger and warmer smile, outstretching his hand to Bella to shake. Bella gave him a big smile that made Cole smile all the more as she took his hand and shook it. She seemed really shy. She didn't even say anything. Dante Giordano laughed as his best friend, Dino, acted as his girlfriend Bella. Dino put his hands under his shirt to imitate breasts and began to laugh. "Oh, Danny, you soon totally get me! I love you Danny!" Dante rolled his eyes and took another swig from the bottle of beer in his hand. "Hey, Dan. Look who just walked in." Dino said, motioning his head toward Lea Collet, the most mysterious girl in Kenwood. She walked over to the seat at the bar closest to Dino. "Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" she asked, her voice low and steady like the sound of a saxophone. Dino raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you?" he said, his dimpled smile wide on his face. Lea smiled back and combed her fingers through her curly mane. "It doesn't matter how old you are when you look this good." she laughed and puckered her lips, causing Dino to laugh. "Let me buy you a beer." Dino said, waving the bartender over. Lea put her elbow in the table and laid her head in her hand. "Hey, Dante. I didn't see you there." she said, smiling at Dante. Dante raised his brows and looked at his beer, not wanting to look at Lea. "Uh... hey, Collet." he said like he always did when she talked to him. Lea smiled. Dino laughed. "Lea, why do you always insist on flirting with Danny? You're makin' him all nervous. Especially when Bella told him not to look at you." "She didn't say anything like that, and you know it." Dante said angrily at Dino. Lea laughed under her breath. "Then why won't you look at me, Giordano?" she asked. Dante rolled his eyes and looked up at Lea, his hands getting slightly sweaty. He didn't like to talk to girls like Lea, who were continuously seducing guys like him into hitting on them. He was too faithful for that. Sure, he'd probably fantasize about them later, but imagining doing something and actually doing something were two different things. The bartender brought Lea's drink in a mug. Dino was flirting with her, but Danny just didn't seem to be into her. She'd always thought she was an every guy kinda girl, but the one she liked was not only in a relationship, but apparently not even attracted to her. Lea was only half listening to what Dino was even saying. He seemed to be talking about some prank he'd pulled on some guy named Sketch, but she didn't care. She wanted to talk with Dante. "That's funny Dino. Isn't that funny, Dan?" she asked, tilting her head so she could see Dante's face. "Mmm-hmm. Listen, guys, I'm going to head home now. I want to call Bella about hangin' out tomorrow and I lost my cellphone. See ya." he said, leaving the table and walking out of the door. Lea sighed and listened to Dino drone on, unsure of how long she'd be able OT take this. Bella put her hand to her chest as she breathed in and out deeply. "Oh god. My chest hurts. Could I be having a heart-attack?" she asked as she turned onto her street, Diana walking beside her. Diana shook her head. "Anxiety, hon." Bella just looked away and down at the pavement underneath her bare feet. She held her black pumps in her hand. "What's got you so worried? It can't be Dante...can it?" asked Diana as Diana urged Bella faster down the street. Bella's house stood a other end of the street. It was convenient to be in walking distance to Diana's house. Bella suddenly felt like she could burst into tears at any moment, which was no excuse being that she didn't even take a sip of alcohol tonight for the first time in a long time. Usually she found alcohol as a relief in her life--and escape. But maybe not tonight. When they stepped up to Bella's house, the front door immediately busted open, Bella's older sister in view. "Do you have any idea what time it is? You're pretty effing lucky that mom and dad aren't home," said Bella's sister, Cari. Cari moved aside so her sister and Diana could enter the house. Cari sighed and slammed the front door shut and put her hands on her hips. "Please tell me you didn't drink tonight." Bella and Diana rolled their eyes in unison. "No," Bella answered. She was about to explain her night to her sister when her phone went off, Dante's ringtone playing. She gave a sad smile to Diana. "He's calling." Diana smiled and rolled her eyes once more. "Take it. I'll be in the kitchen raiding your fridge..." Diana said as she walked from the main hallway and into the kitchen where she opened up the fridge and started taking out random items while talking to Cari, who had followed her in there. Cole sat silently in the front seat of his mother's car. He loved his mother. She was so lenient and easy on him. His father was the same way. That's why he was so close with his parents. "How was the party, Cole?" his mother asked. Cole looked over at his mother and put on his fake happy face and smile. "It was really great. Diana threw a pretty good party--as usual." Cole's mother just nodded her head. "Last year of high school. How do you feel about that?" she then asked. Cole shrugged his shoulders. He honestly didn't know how to answer that being that he never had problems in school. Maybe it was the fact that he was going through his Senior year single that was bothering him. He never once had a girlfriend before. "It's exciting," Cole lied. So the new Senior Year goal was set. Find a girlfriend. "Uh... hey, Bella. Listen, we have to talk. Now, uh, I think we've been kinda, um, on a rough-spot lately, and, um, well, I think we need to spend more time together." Dante said as her walked closer to his house. He held his Droid closer to his ear, feeling like Bella was about to start yelling at him. "So... maybe we can head out to Garibaldi's soon? You know how I love their pizza." he continued. He could feel his feet under him, walking up the front steps to his house. His parent's cars weren't in front, which meant the house was completely empty. He grabbed his key from his front pocket and unlocked the door slowly. Lea watched Dino sip his beer and keep on talking. She was highly annoyed. She didn't know any other guys who could talk as much as him. Especially to a girl as hot as she was. She needed to end this. "Uh, Dino, I don't need to be rude or anything, but, I kinda have to get home. My family has, um, people coming over and I really want to see them." she said, causing Dino's eyebrows to raise slightly. "Well, okay. See you later, unless... you give me your number..." Dino said, smiling slightly at Lea. He was too cute to disappoint. She pulled a tiny notebook from her pocket and grabbed a pen from the bar counter. She jotted her number down and handed it to him. "Call me later. If I don't answer, then try later." she said as she walked out of the bar, hoping Dino would show the number to Dante. As soon as Dante said, "we need to talk", her heart was pounding painfully strong and her breathing had increased. She squinted her eyes shut. Oh, god. This is it. He's finally breaking up with me, she thought as she held on to every word he was saying. But when he finished the sentence, she felt relief wash over her. "Yeah! I agree. I could totally go for some pizza. Hadn't had any for a few weeks and I swear there's such thing as Pizza Withdraw," Bella said as she found herself smiling at how glad she was that he wasn't going to break up with her. He was trying to fix things--which she had to hand it to him. Cole sat down at his computer, staring at the screen as it lit up and loaded. He looked over at where his Clarinet sat over in the corner of his bedroom. Really, he should be practicing, but he felt too distracted right now. He logged on to his Facebook account and just browsed through everyone's posts. He was glad he was returning to school. Furthermore, he'd be able to see more of his friends and he'd be able to be so bored all the time. Furthermore, he just needed this year to be good. Maybe even magical, if that could be possible. "That's good. I'll pick you up tomorrow around five, 'Kay babe?" Dante said, not waiting for an answer and closing his phone. He felt good that he was spending much-needed time with his girlfriend. They hadn't really talked in days. Before he could get in the house good, Dante's phone rang again. It was Dino. "Guess what, man? I just got Collet's phone number! And I'm pretty sure it's not fake!" he said. Dante laughed. Dino was always pretty girl-crazy. There was never a time in a conversation with him that he wouldn't mention at least 2 pretty girls. Dante headed into his house and closed the door. It slammed, activating a headache that throbbed his head and made him pull his phone far away from his ear. It was going to be a long night. Bella looked at Diana and puffed a sigh." He wants to hang out," she said as she began packing the food back in the fridge. Pizza was definitely better than any leftovers right now. Diana blinked. "Wait, now?" she asked. Bella shrugged her shoulders and began pushing Diana to her front door. "No, but you have to go. I have planning to do. I still have to shave my legs and wash my hair before I spend all tomorrow morning styling it. Furthermore, I'll text you when I wake up, 'Kay?" asked Bella as she shoved Diana out the front door in her kidding-friendly way of hers. Diana sighed and waved her hand at Bella and began walking back to her house where she had a few people yet to shoo out and a big mess to clean up. Bella hurried up the stairs to her room where she busted through her door and slid open her closet where she looked through her outfits. Dante likes me in blue, so it has to be blue, she thought to herself as she quickly eyed a cute blue halter dress, grabbing a white quarter-length sweater to go on top of it. She laid her clothes out and readied simple black flip-flops as she hurried into her own private bathroom and got her long shower. She was just so excited to be spending time with her boyfriend tomorrow. Furthermore, she loved Dante so much--she didn't know what she'd do without him. Dante woke up the next morning feeling slightly annoyed, thinking about how he'd have to get up early every day once school started. He climbed out of his bed and looked around his room. Sunlight poured through the window. It was cold, as it always was in the attic, and he felt goosebumps begin to raise on his arm. He walked to the bathroom that his father had had installed just for him. It was fairly small, but big enough for him. After Dante took his shower and brushed his teeth and hair, he looked at his phone. It was already 1 pm! He walked downstairs, already knowing his mom was already gone at work and his dad was in his office. Dante got some food out of the fridge when he felt his phone vibrate in his hand. He looked at the number. It was one he'd never seen before. "HU-hullo?" he asked, still putting cereal in his mouth. "Hey, Giordano! It's me, Colette!" Lea said on the other line. Dante coughed, sending wet Cheerios flying across the glass table. "Uh, hi, Colette. I didn't know you had my number..." he said, regaining his breath. "Dino gave it to me." Lea explained, excitement in her voice. Dante looked at the clock on the microwave. It was only 1:15. "Uh, Colette, I have to call ya back. I need to, uh, call Dino about somethin'. Bye." he said, hanging up the phone and quickly dialing Dino's number. When Bella woke up the next morning, she woke up with the sun peeping through her mini blinds, covering her eyes enough to get her awake. Her air conditioner was turned off, which meant her mother was in here not too long ago, turning off the conditioner in hopes that the uncomfortable heat would wake up Bella by noon, which has worked perfectly. Bella groaned and got to her feet. Her clock red 10:35 am. She pulled her tangled hair up in a pony tale and hurried downstairs to get a thing of pop tarts and a can of Monster energy drink. Healthy breakfast all right, but it was how she was. That was the things she ate, still able to keep the small and wavy figure she had. She checked her phone. No text from Dante yet. She sighed. She knew it was stupid, but she hated waking up without a text from Dante. It made her feel as if he had forgotten about her. By noon, she had gotten her shower and slightly curled her hair. She slipped into her blue dress and spent the remaining hour at her vanity applying a small amount of makeup. Neutral colors, but someone able to enhance her beauty. She applied her favorite perfume, Sweet Pea from Bath and Body Works, and spent her remaining time to wait checking her Facebook and Twitter. Lea sat at the kitchen table, wondering how Dante could object her like that. She was hot, she was funny, she was interesting. How could he not want her. She could hear her brother, Vinny, watching SpongeBob in the living room. He'd always been so immature. She was 17 and didn't watch the show, and constantly wondered how a 22-year-old could enjoy it soon much. She heard him laugh at something that was happening on the TV. Furthermore, she pulled herself out of the chair and walked slowly into the quiet den, her favorite place in the house. No one used it except her, even though it was supposed to be her dad's. But he'd said he didn't like being in the small space. She sat in her favorite chair, the one in the corner next to the door across from the window, and she contemplated all the reasons that Dante wouldn't like her. 1) He had a girlfriend. 2) Maybe he only liked straight-haired girls? 3) He could possibly be a closet-gay. 4) He could... well... be intimidated by her? She couldn't really come up with anything else. She could only sit and look out the window at the sunny sky over her backyard. Dante dialed Dino right after he hung up with Lea. Dino picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" he said, as if he didn't have caller ID on his phone. Dante took a deep breath and began. "Why did you give Lea Colette my phone number? You know I don't like talkin' to her. She makes me nervous, bro. I thought you had my back." he said angrily. "She said you two were workin' on some kinda project. Some kinda thing in Science class and she lost ya phone number, so I just slipped it to huh." Dino said, using his innocent-New Yorker accent. That just angered Dante more. "Dino, you're the worst kid ever." he said. When Dino copied Dante's New Yorker accent, it usually made him laugh. He hung up the phone after saying bye to Dino and looked at the clock again. It was 2 o'clock! How did time go by so fast? He decided to call Bella while his phone was still in his hand. He pushed her number into the phone and tapped his fingers on the table. Bella's eyes landed on the numbers on the bottom right-hand corner of her computer screen. It was already two o'clock and she was getting anxious. She felt so nervous, like she couldn't stay settled down. So to help calm down her nerves, she closed her computer and walked around her room, putting away dirty and clean clothes, re-organizing her shoe collection, putting her books, which had been piled on her nightstand, away on her bookshelf. Just then, her phone went off. She hadn't expected it, but she had lunged for her phone, tripping on her way there, but she managed to grab it. Still on the floor, her feet in an awkward position, she opened her phone and breathed deeply. "Hey, sweetie!" she greeted after reading the caller ID. "Uh, hey Bell." Dante began. He was very nervous to be talking to Bella right before he was about to see her, although, he'd always been like that. He scratched his hand and continued. "You want to hear somethin' funny? Dino gave Lea Collet my phone number, and she actually called me! Isn't that crazy! I mean, why did he do that? Why did she do that?!" Dante said, regretting the sentences almost as soon as the words were coming out of his mouth. He coughed, knowing her shouldn't have said that. Dante didn't know why he was so bad at keeping things to himself, but he just was. Once, when Dino and him were kids and had a sleep-over. Dino had wet the bed. Dante promised he wouldn't tell anyone, but he couldn't help it. He had loose lips. He sat quietly and decided to try to change the subject, but nothing to talk about came to mind, except... "Hey, did you know that Dino wet the bed?" he said quietly, hoping Bella would forget about what he'd just said. Bella stared down at the floor as she listened. Why would he tell her that? Dante could be seriously so weird at times, but that was one of many reasons why she loved him dearly. "Um...yeah, that's weird," she said, playing along, but then she shook her head and facepalmed herself. His finishing question caused her to snort a sudden laughter. "Oh wow, Dante. Like I needed to know that," she said, giggling. She loved his awkward sense of humor. She never, ever got tired of it, not matter what. Another one of many reasons why she loved him. Simple as that. "We still doing pizza?" she asked, hope visible in her voice. She sure as hell hoped so. "Yeah. Y'know, I ate breakfast and all, but I'm kinda hungry. You want to go now instead of later? Then it can be, like, brunch. Brunch with Bella!" Dante said, saying the last part mainly to himself. He laughed at the idea of brunch with Bella. It sounded like the name of a movie. He felt his pant's pocket vibrate. It was his pager. He and Dino were dorky enough to keep pagers so that they could keep in touch in places that cell phones didn't work. And so that they were the only two people that could talk on them since no one else really used them. They were their version of walkie-talkies. Dino was saying that he was making progress with Collet. Dante rolled his eyes, then coughed, realizing that he was still on the phone. He laughed, knowing it sounded awkward since Bella had no clue at what was so funny, but he'd always been one to laugh at his mistakes. (Cole's going to come back in later...:)) Bella giggled in the phone at him. He was so cute and silly. "Sounds great! When do you want to pick me up? I'm already ready now, because I didn't plan on changing later, and I didn't know if I was going to go out before pizza and all...and yeah," she said, chuckling at how awkward and weird she sounded. She still couldn't fully relax with him just yet, which wasn't bad being that they've only been together for two months already. "I love you," she then added, having a feeling she needed to say that. Dante's eyes widened. The words played again in his head. "I love you." she'd said. They hadn't really said it yet, and he was never one to be fond of putting his feelings out there. He could feel the silence of the room as if it'd been transformed into a blanket and strewn across his shoulders. He tried to force the words out, but his head was pounding, and he couldn't force his mouth to make sounds. "I- Lo- OO." Were the only sounds that Dante could force from his mouth. He was now hysterically laughing and coughing like he always did when he was too nervous. His hands were clammy. "I'll drop by now if you want..." he said, glancing at the calendar on the fridge. School was to start in less than a month. He couldn't wait to do better this year. With Bella at his side, he knew he could do better than last year. Dante felt his shoulders shake with a few more chuckles. When Dante didn't return it, her smile instantly vanished and her heartfelt hurt. Maybe it was just her pride that was hurt. Disappointment flooded through her and somehow it scared her. She forced a laugh to not make herself seem silent. She made sure her voice didn't show her feelings. "Yeah! That'd be great!" she exclaimed a little too over enthusiastically. She was hoping he would have said that he loved her too. There was a reason why he didn't return it. Maybe there was something wrong with the relationship. Bella didn't like where this was going. But nonetheless, she knew she'd have to fake a smile until everything was alright again. Dante said goodbye and hung up the phone. He grabbed a bag of Doritos and began his walk. He felt his beeper beep again. Furthermore, he ignored it and continued walking. It buzzed again, irritating him. He was almost at Bella's house. He looked down at his pocket as he pulled his pager out. It was Dino. Just got a date with Collet! Booth!! It said. Dante rolled his eyes and laughed as he reached Bella's house. He stopped on her porch as he replied. Good for you. His message read. He put his pager back in his pocket and looked up at Bella's house. It usually seemed very cheery, with its pretty perfectly white trim and fresh red roses, but today it seemed like it was haunted. He walked up to it slowly and rang the doorbell. Bella jumped when she heard the doorbell. She quickly got to her feet and ran to the front door and opened it. She saw Dante and smiled. Instantly she flung her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, then retrieved. "Hey! I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up," she joked, putting on a fake smile. She grabbed his hand and gently pulled him inside. "Just let me get my purse, and we can go," she then said as she let go and hurried into the living room where her purse sat by the couch. She grabbed it and soon returned. Dante smiled as Bella kissed his cheek, feeling instantly relieved from the stress that seemed to follow him around like a puppy. He watched as Bella walked into the house, sneaking a small peak at her bottom, but quickly removed his eyes when she returned. Trying to be a gentleman, he grabbed her hand gracefully and squeezed it in a loving way. "Okay. Y'know, this is like, the perfect day to go out. It's all pink outside." Dante said, referencing to the cherry-blossom pink clouds that seemed to surround the neighborhood. He guided Bella to the cross-walk. "It's so romantic." He said jokingly, deepening his voice to sound like Billy Dee Williams. He chuckled at his own joke and guided Bella across the sidewalk, still holding her hand gently. Bella tilted her head back and laughed hard. "It definitely is beautiful out. I love times like this. When the sky is the most beautiful thing possible," Bella said as she smiled, looking down at the connected hands. She let Dante lead her away from her house as she realized just how hungry she really was. She couldn't wait for pizza. And most of all, she couldn't wait to just spend time with Dante. She loved to be with him in public, not that she was conceited like that, but she loved to show the world her boyfriend. Dante watched as the sky went from pretty pink to a deathly grayish-blue. They were almost to Garibaldi's, and he could taste the jardiniere on the thick crusted pizza, taste the bulbous pieces of chicken and pineapple that he always ordered on his pizza. He began to hum his favorite song "The ZA Song". He didn't remember the words he and Dino had created for the song, but only the melody. Garibaldi's was in sight. He squeezed Bella's hand once more before feeling his pocket vibrate. 'Ohh, not now.' He thought, already having a feeling it was someone he didn't wanna talk to. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Lea again! He stopped walking, his legs forgetting to move. He clicked the "ignore" button and continued to walk, grabbing Bella's hand again. His pocket began vibrating again. He ignored it, hoping it would stop and that Bella wouldn't notice. When Dante let go of her hand and stopped, she felt her heart top as alarm ruled through her. She took a moment before she stopped and looked back at Dante. She watched him press a button on his phone and then put it back in his pocket. Furthermore, she tilted her head slightly, wondering who was bothering him now. When she hears a faint vibrating sound start up again from his phone as he grabbed her head again, she hesitated. Should she ask? When the vibrating stopped, she relaxed. But then she stiffened slightly as it began again. "Who are you ignoring?" he asked innocently. Dante glanced as Bella as she asked him the question. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He looked at Bella again, knowing he shouldn't lie but feeling a strong urge to do that. "Oh, it's... it's no one. Just Dino trying to tell me about the girl he bagged last night. He got Lea Collet's phone number, y'know." Dante said, walking slightly ahead of Bella so she couldn't see his face. He was a terrible liar, always sweating and contorting his mouth. That was the reason he never took part in the gambling his friends did after school. He could never keep a straight face. He slowed his pace slightly, realizing that Garibaldi's was only about a yard away. Furthermore, he had a feeling that if they could make it into the door, this would all roll over. Dante quickened his pace and began to hold Bella's hand tighter. He sped until they made it to the door, ready to make up for his suspicious actions with gentlemanly ones. "Lea?" Bella questioned with distaste. She disliked Lea. She thought Lea was a rather rude and conceited girl. But maybe it was because she was just mad and protective, not wanting Lea to get to her boyfriend. She didn't ask any more questions as they quickened their paste and felt Dante tug her to the door. She smiled as she walked in first, looking around the busy pizza parlor. There were a total of fifteen tables in the restaurant. Ten were taken up while two still had to be cleaned. Two people stood in line at the register, ordering their pizza while a guy walked over to the pick-up counter for his to-go box. "So what kind of pizza do you want to split? Or we can do half-and-half?" Bella asked as they got in the hardly-moving line, and she turned to Dante with a smile, holding both of his hands. Dante flinched at the way Bella sounded when she said Lea's name. It made him automatically nervous, like she knew he'd lied to her. But apparently, she'd forgotten of her quickly since she mentioned something else a second later. "Well, you already know I want chicken pineapple with hot sauce." Dante said, answering Bella and smiling into her eyes. He slowly let go of her hands, since they were beginning to get sweaty, and he stood next to her in line. The guy behind the register smirked at Bella slightly, as if to say, "Hey, babe." Dante rolled his eyes at the guy who had to be at least 23 years old. Bella cringed playfully at his taste. They both knew how much of a picky eater Bella was when it came to toppings on her pizza. "Half on half it is," she said with a giggle as she brushed off the cold feeling when Dante slowly let go of her hands. Oblivious of the guy behind the register, she looked up at the menu's toppings list. "I'll stick with the ranch with broccoli and mushrooms I guess," she said with a smile as she then looked over at Dante, finally realizing how the guy behind the register was looking at her. She felt creeped out. So as a defense mechanism, she wrapped an arm around Dante's, hiding slightly. Dante glanced at the man. He was still looking at Bella as he handed them a pizza five minutes later. "Hey, guy. Blink much?" Dante laughed as he guided Bella to one of the booth tables. The man's eyes seemed to follow them around the room. Dante could see him continuing to stare in his peripheral vision as he ate. After he finished his first slice, he stood, told Bella he'd be back, and walked to confront the man. "You come here often?" Were the first words out of the guy's mouth. "Um... yeah." he said slowly. "Is that your sister?" he asked, gesturing toward Bella. "No, that's my girlfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't stare her down like she's a piece of meat." he said, biting his lip as he finished talking. "Her? Oh, honey. I was staring at you. I just, I kinda thought you weren't with her." the guy said. Dante's eyes widened. He couldn't've thought he was gay, could he have? Dante nodded no. "I'm straight. Sorry, bro." was all he said as he walked back to his girlfriend. He couldn't believe how many people seemed to be attracted to him lately! Collet, now this pizza guy, and there had been that one chick last week that smiled at him in the grocery store. He felt like laughing. Knowing that he was that much in demand made him feel elated. Bella had her eyes on Dante the whole time as she nibbled at her pizza. He seemed sort of upset about the whole staring issue the pizza guy had. "Everything okay, sweetie?" Bella asked as she took a sip of her Pepsi, her eyes narrowed in on Dante as he watched him sit down. "You seem upset," she said as she took he run-greasy hand and placed it upon Dante's. She glanced back at the guy and noticed a few others in the room looking their way. Guys and girls. It suddenly made her feel self-conscious. "Amazing what Summer does to people," Bella mumbled as her face went red, and she looked down at her half-eaten pizza. Deciding to change the subject, she shook it off and smiled at Dante, taking her hand back so she could grab onto her Pepsi bottle. "So do you think we'll get to go to prom this year?" Dante chuckled, still finding the cashier and the other girls funny. "I'm not upset. Y'know, that cashier basically just asked me out." he said, barely able to get the words out through his laughs. He finally realized that everyone was looking at them. Being the macho guy that he was, he instinctively said, "What you all won't?" he asked, causing a few people to turn around and others to turn their looks but continuously glance at their table. Bella nearly chocked on her bite she had just swallowed down. She never had to face a problem like that before where a gay guy was interested in her boyfriend. To hide her shock, she took another bite of her pizza, but chewed slowly and awkwardly this time due to the fact that the ones who were staring at the two caused her some discomfort. She loudly gulped down her piece. "As much as I hate to say this but...can we, like, hurry up and eat so we can go elsewhere?" She didn't want to sound rude or push or a complainer, but it was really bothering her. She thought maybe they can just go to his or her house and just watch a movie. "Uhm, okay." Dante said. Bella seemed urgent. He shoved his last medium-sized slice of pizza down his mouth at once, grease lightly dripping down his chin. He swallowed it whole like a shark, then wiped his hands and face in his napkins. "What do you want to do? We got a whole day together, you know. Hey! Maybe we can go down to Dino's and watch that movie Transformers! It's got action for me, love for you, comedy for everyone! He's also got every Tyler Perry ever made, and he has Friends season 2 on DVD." Dante began. His head was rushing from the pizza. He gulped his soda and continued. His eyes were navy with excitement. "Or we can go to the park? You want to go to the park? It's romantic there. Y'know, sitting side by side on the swings, watching the clouds in the sky..." he said, gazing into dreamily Bella's eyes. Bella couldn't help but giggle at Dante. He was being so cute. He was always that way whenever he got excited like that. "Whoa, sweetie, slow down. I'm up for anything. It's whatever you want to do. But we have to stay organized. What do you want to do first?" she asked in a giggly voice as she took her last bite of her pizza, wiping her hands and mouth with her napkin and then taking the last long sip of her soda. She wished she had days like today every day. "I know! We can go to my house first. By now, everyone should be gone. I've got Season 1 of Jersey Shore on DVD. We can watch it. Or we can go to Dino's and watch Friends. It's your pick, babe." Dante replied as he stood to throw his trash in the trash. He returned shortly. "Although, I think Collet is supposed to be at Dino's so you probably don't want to go anyway." Dante said, a slight sadness in his eyes. The idea of spending time with his best friend and girlfriend was bliss. They balanced each other out enough that there was no stress for him. "Although, that's only a fifty chance of her actually being there. They just started hangin' out yesterday." Dante said, trying to persuade Bella. He looked into her eyes again, this time more alluringly, well, what he considered to be alluringly. It looked like he was trying to shoot lasers from his eyes. He was trying to be alluring. It was cute. She smiled. She needed to think about what others want sometimes. Furthermore, she nodded her head. "We can go to Dino's. I honestly would rather watch Friends rather than Jersey Shore..." she murmured as she got to her feet and took his hand. "But if she's there, I'm going to be jealous--just so you know," she said as she thought about it. She didn't want that girl anywhere near her boyfriend. She was hoping that Collet and Dino were going to hook up so she wouldn't have to worry about it. Furthermore, she was so sick of worrying. It caused problems. Lots of them. As if on cue, Dino's phone rang. It was Dino. He answered quickly. "Hello?" he said. "Hey, Danny. Uh, listen. You wanna, maybe, do a double date thing later this week? If it'd be okay with Bella..." Lea Collet said on the other line. "Oh! You and Dino are dating now?" Dante asked, kind of excited. There was no way that Bella could get angry if Dino was dating Lea. "Uhm, actually, Lea, we're going to Dino's in a few minutes. You want to watch TV with us?" he said, glancing at Bella. "Oh, well, you want to go out after? I don't just wanna watch TV." "We're actually in the pizza place now. Maybe another time. Anyway, see ya there." Dante said before hanging up. He looked at Bella, kind of scared of what she'd say. He knew she heard the conversation. "I'm sorry. I know I should have asked you if you would care, although, I had to be polite!" he said, defending himself before he was even accused. Bella just smiled and scoffed softly, shaking her head slowly. "How many times have I said not to apologize? You say it too much," she said in a kind voice as she pressed her lips to his cheek quickly. "I don't mind, really." And even though she somehow did, she just wanted to go with the swing of things and make sure that her own boyfriend, who she loved with all of her heart, was happy and satisfied with things. She didn't want him to feel bad about anything whether missing out on something or worrying about how she felt about things. Most of the time, she found herself asked if their dates and hang-outs could be moved to a different time, which Bella had no problem with but always managed to feel somewhat disappointed. Nonetheless, she just had to remind herself that this will always happen during relationships. Bad feelings would have to be there to balance out the good no doubt. Dante stood slightly. "You ready to go?" he said. He glanced at his watch. It was finally 4:00 pm. They could probably plow through about 6 Friends episodes before it was too late to be out. And he really was excited to be around Dino and Colette, anyway. He was eager to make them him and Bella's 'go-to couple', the one couple they could talk to and hang out with all the time. Dante threw his things in the trash and waited for Bella to stand. Bella got to her feet and smiled, nodding her head as she tucked a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She gave Dante a small and shy smile as she slid her hand into his, hoping he'd be okay with it. She walked out of the restaurant, feeling the pairs of eyes burning into her back until they were finally out of site. Bella sighed and closed her eyes for a moment as they walked. She then opened them and looked up at Dante. "Do you love me?" she suddenly found herself asking. She immediately regretted that being that she knew well enough that it was a far-more-forward-than-comfort-zone kind of question. Dante stopped walking once again and felt his hand start to shake and become clammy with sweat. He dropped Bella's like it was on fire. He knew that he was in love with her, but he'd never actually said it out loud. Well, he had, just not to anything living. Except the flowers Bella had once given him. He'd told them. But they didn't count. Dante grabbed Bella's hand again and took a deep breath, ready to face his fears. He knew people told people they loved them all the time. Even when they didn't! He should be able to do it, especially since he actually loved the person he was going to say it to! He exhaled slowly, then began. "I think I, uh, I uh, I love, you, um, B." he stuttered. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt the fairness, the doubtfulness that his voice carried when he'd said them. He hoped Bella hadn't noticed. (Sorry it took a while to reply! Things have been stressful and busy :() Bella sucked in a breath, feeling her heart sink. Sometimes, you need to put your foot down, she heard her one friend's voice ringing in her head as she thought back to when her friend talked to her about Dante when they first began to go out. Dante's her first boyfriend, but her friend was already experienced, giving Bella instant advice. She thought back to Dante quickly dropping her hand when she asked Dante if he loved her. What was that supposed to mean? And then he took it again...and stuttered out words. "I-if you...love me, then why can't you say it to me while looking in my eyes and being able to say it easily?" she asked in a sad voice. Dante scratched the back of his neck and quickly tried to think about things to change the subject to. He could talk about the TV shows he'd watched last night, but he knew that she probably hadn't seen them. He could talk about Dino, but he didn't have many new things to say about him. Furthermore, he could talk about the party at Lea Collet's sister Maria's house, but he didn't know if Bella had been invited. There was a long silence as Dante thought about things to say. He felt his hands and forehead begin to sweat. "I know I love you. I'd marry you if I could but, well, y'know, we're under-aged and all." he said reluctantly. (I'm really sorry I've been slow with my replies lately! My mom and I are throwing a big baby shower for my sister, so I've been molding chocolate, making party favors, looking for gifts and door prizes, plus school! But I should be good for this week!) Bella was completely angry with herself. The last thing she wanted to be in her first relationship was a whiny girlfriend. Let alone someone who was picky and paid attention to too many things at once. That was the kind of girlfriend she was feeling like at the moment. She knew that Dante was trying. She also knew that this was both of theirs first relationship. Things were going to be tough, awkward, and unsure of how to handle. She had to keep reminding herself that. She sighed. "I'm sorry if I seem picky and whiny. I hate feeling like I'm like that. I'm sorry," Bella murmured as she leaned over and pecked a small and passionate kiss on Dante's cheek for endearment, to lighten up the mood. "Like I've said before... I'm just scared you'll leave me or something." she felt her face heat up and her voice shake. The last thing she wanted right now was to appear vulnerable and weak. Dante listened closely to the words coming from Bella's mouth. Uh-oh. Red alert time. She still didn't know about Deena Margo, his ex-ex-ex. And Gina Thompson, his ex-ex, and Carrie Martin, his ex. Bella didn't know anything about his love life before they were together. Sure, he'd been single for over a year and a half when he first even met her, but she didn't have to know about them. He had a feeling that'd be a bad thing if she was feeling the way she was. "We'll be together forever! We'll get married some day, have 10 kids, live in our trailer, I'll work at a factory, our oldest, LaVonda, will have kids when she's 15..." Dante started. He laughed at his own fantasy, imaging it all. In truth, though, he could never imagine his actual wedding. He just knew it'd happen some day. He squeezed Bella's hand as they got to Dante's street. Furthermore, he spotted Collet's old outdated Honda in front of the driveway. That meant Collet and her sister was there. Bella couldn't help but smile a huge, dopey smile as she listened to his silly fantasy. It was adorable and cute, but not something she'd want to happen. "Forever?" she whispered as she walked up close to him and rested her head on his shoulder. 10 kids? She feared of having 1 to begin with. And living in a trailer wasn't exactly apart from her dream life. Maybe a small one-floor house or an apartment. And she would one Dante to work his dream job. But then again, if working at a factory was his job, then that'd be fine. Whatever would float his boat of dreams. Collet was here. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to handle it. But she knew that for Dante, she could handle it. Dante walked up to Dino's porch and opened the front door, which was always unlocked. The TV was on in the living room. Dino's family dog, Bull the Pit bull, greeted him at the door. "Yo Dino. Where are you at?" Dante asked, walking fully into the house. "Kitchen." Dino shouted. Dante walked into the kitchen slowly, amazed at what he saw. Kerri "Kitty" Collet was standing beside the fridge, wearing the skimpiest pair of shorts and a tight t-shirt that was cut off right above her belly-button. ---------- "Hi, Dante. Long time, ain't seen ya? Who's this chick? Ya girlfriend?" Kitty asked, a flirty tone in her voice. Leah looked at her sister and frowned. She'd told her about a million times that Dante was her crush. She didn't have to start battin' her lashes at him right in front of her and his girlfriend. But of course, Kitty hadn't seen her staring, so she continued. "Y'know, You look a lot older since the last time I have seen you. You 18 yet?" Kitty asked. Dante nodded 'no'. Kitty turned back toward the fridge and went back to looking for a good snack. Now, it was Lea's chance to get him to notice her. 'Should I poof my hair? Should I just say hi? Or should I talk to the girl?' she thought confusedly as she glanced at Dante. She had to hurry and choose something. She chose the easiest option. "Hey, Dante. Don't mind Kerri. She's just a little bit of a loose." Lea said. Kitty turned from the fridge, her face in a shocked expression. Dino and Dante laughed as Kerri rolled her eyes and pulled a soda out of the cooler. Lea sighed and roofed her hair, happy to be at ease. Bella had absolutely no denial of the fact that she felt so out of place. She had been here a few times before, but each time was the say. Collet was always present, occasionally with her sister Kitty. But as usual, Kitty was simply dressed like a slut, which was the first word that came to Bella's mind. But her face deeply reddened at her self-pity for feeling so bitchily judgmental. Her hand that held Dante's tightened slightly, hoping to get his attention. She simply felt so invisible in the presence of this group. Her looked down at her feet, afraid to look at absolutely anything else. Then her eyes wandered over to Bull. He was so adorable. Pit Bull was one of her favorite dog breeds. You wouldn't think Bella would be a dog person, but she was. She let go of Dante, and crouched down as Bull trotted over to her. She smiled and gave him a full, short pet. "You guys have, like, no food here. Hey! Want to go down to 31 flavors?" Kerri said, slamming the fridge door. "Who calls it 31 flavors anymore? This isn't the 90s." Dino laughed, smacking Kitty's butt. Dante could see that Dino was in obvious heaven. "Yeah! I want some. I want some bad. Okay, the more I talk about it the more I want it we have to go now." Lea said. "Oh really..." Dino said, mainly to Dante. Kitty punched his shoulder. "Stop bein' nasty. Anyway, Dante, Dante's friend, you want to go?" she asked, moving over a little so she could look at the two while she said it. "I want to go!" Dante whined. Bull howled at the sound. --------------- Lea smiled, excited to be around the crew. Kitty was keeping Dino busy while Bull was keeping Bella busy. It was perfect! She decided to make another move. "Hey, Dante? What's your favorite flavor?" she said flirtatiously, batting her lashes and pursing her lips. Dante blushed and looked away. She roofed her hair again and continued. "I like popsicles. Bubblegum popsicles. People think this is weird, but I like to put sprinkles on 'em." Dante nodded, looking down at Bull, not wanting to make eye contact. "I like King Cones." Dante mumbled. Lea pouted and folded her arms across her chest, angry that he wasn't giving her the time of day. Bella watched the scene with wide eyes. Was she seriously considered Dante's friend? That really angered her. And the fact that she didn't even seem the least interested in Bella's existence. And not to mention that she was flirting with Bella's boyfriend! Who does that anymore? What a mistake. She should have never come here in the first place. She sighed and crossed her arms for a moment, thinking things over. Furthermore, she should go for a run, prepare herself for the school's cross-country team this year. Summer was almost over anyway. She tugged at Dante's arm to get his attention. "Hey sweetie? I'm going to head home. I need to get in a run before it gets too late. Go on and have fun with your friends and text me later?" Bella asked as she moved so she stood in front of Dante, able to get up on her tip toes and peck him on the lips. She looked to see if anyone would acknowledge her leaving as she felt like she should wave to them, but she just turned her head back around and walked out of the house to head home. Dante frowned at Bella's response to Kitty's question. "C'mon, B. You're the life of the party! We always hang with your friends! It won't be the same without you. You're the life of the party. Right, guys?" Dante pleaded. "MMH-hmm." Kitty said quietly. Lea put her head down, trying to hide her smile. "Yeah, Bella. If you don't come, Dan'll be bitchin' about it all night. Ya gotta come with us." Dino said sincerely. Lea lifted her head, her eyes widened. "Oh, Dino. Dante doesn't bitch. He nags." Kitty joked. Dante rolled his eyes and turned back to his girlfriend. "Can't run wait? You're skinny as a damn twig all ready." he asked. There was a small sound and everyone's eyes widened. "BULL!" "Somebody crack a window!" Dammit, Dino! What do you feed your dog?" Dante, Lea, and Kitty said in unison. Dante and Dino laughed with their faces in their shirts as the girls swatted the air and kicked Bull out of the kitchen. The smell was absolutely putrid. Like rotting dairy and garbage. "Bull rocks." Dino said happily as he laughed. Bella shrugged her shoulders, half cringing and half shrugging. She hurried away from the scene, walking out of the house, down the path, down the sidewalk, and just walked. She sighed, feeling disappointed. This wasn't going to work out. Dante seemed to have no problem with her friends, but she somehow every problem with his. Just wasn't her cup of tea, not her crowd. She felt absolutely horrible about it. She wasn't just disappointed about how Dante made her feel forced to include herself in his group, but she felt disappointed in herself for feeling forced. Furthermore, she felt disappointed in the fact that she didn't try. "God dammit, I'm so stupid," she murmured to herself. She shouldn't have left. She should have tried, "Do you have your backpack, sweetie?" Mrs. Giordano asked her son. Dante rolled his eyes. "Ma, I'm old enough to remember my backpack. It's my undies I have trouble with." he joked. "Don't be like that, Danny. I don't like that." Mr. Giordano said from the living room. Dante slung his pack over his arm. "Are you going to walk your girlfriend to school?" Mrs. Giordano asked. "I don't know. We haven't been doin' so good lately. She might not want to see me." "Well, still stop by her house. It's the chivalry that matters." Mrs. Giordano said, putting a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Dante nodded. "Then I will. See ya later, okay, ma? By dad. Love ya." he said as he walked out the front door. Dante was getting closer to Bella's house. He'd worn his favorite and most luckiest color; blue. It was gonna work out well. He could feel it. He didn't know why she cared if he hung around a bunch of chicks all day anyway. What was wrong with having chick-friends? Nothing, that was what. She was over-jealous. But Dante decided to try and not let that get in the way of their relationship. He took a breath as he reached the Palette's house. He closed his eyes as he reached the door, and he rang the doorbell lightly, barely pushing it enough to make it sound. Furthermore, he re-hoisted his book bag on his back and waited for someone to get to the door, his hands beginning to get clammy. Bella sat at the kitchen island alone as she picked at the last big piece of pancake on her plate with her fork. She had a leg tucked underneath her and the other swinging back and forth in the air. Her parents had already left for work, leaving Bella to fend for herself for school. She still had a good twenty minutes before she had to be in school. So she had time. She just sighed as she looked up from her soggy piece of pancake and up at the television screen at the cartoon of SpongeBob. The doorbell rang, causing Bella to freeze. Bella wasn't expecting anyone. Not even Dante. In a way, it cheered her up. So she hopped down from the kitchen island stool and sprinted to the front door. She opened the main door to look through the screen door at Dante. Somehow, she didn't feel like smiling, but seeing him here right now helped her force a small smile. "Hey," she greeted in a friendly voice. Dante's face contorted itself into a nervous look. One similar to the one of someone who was holding their breath. He sighed. "Hey, Bella." he began, holding his bookbag's strap with his thumb. "I just figured that maybe we could walk to school together. Y'know, since it's the first day and stuff. And I just wanted to be nice and all. Sweet, if you will. I guess, I guess that I just wanted to walk into the doors with ya. I guess I wanted to be romantic..." Dante babbled, fidgeting and letting his eyes dart around. His hands were beyond sweaty now, so there was no way he could hold her hand. -------------- "You are beyond gross." Dino said to Kitty as they walked to school, hand in hand. Lea roofed her hair and examined her fresh-painted nails. She looked perfect from head to toe. Every girl in that school would envy her. "Hey L, you have been starin' into that little mini-mirror of yours this whole walk. Put it away. You look hot." Kitty said to her sister as they got closer to the school. First days were always the best for Lea, because all the new kids got to start hating/loving her and all the kids from last year started sucking up because they remembered her evil wrath. It would be amazing. Bella's face softened more. This was him making amends. It was perfect. She smiled widely and grabbed her book bag from where her flip-flops sat. She slipped her feet in her flip-flops and closed the door behind her, grabbing Dante's had. "Sounds like a perfect plan if you ask me," she said with a slight giggle. She couldn't help feeling like something was still wrong with this picture. But nonetheless, she ignored it and tossed it aside like a used towel. Cole looked around the courtyard at the new student body of Freshman. His face twisted and turned to his left, where his friend Trevor stood. "This is it?" he asked with disbelief. Where was Bella? Trevor laughed. "Relax. That'll just mean we'll have the school more to ourselves this year. Less freshman to take their time walking ahead of use who need to hurry to class," replied Trevor. Cole had to agree with him. So he sighed and nodded his head. He saw Bella and took a step forward with a smile. Trevor snorted. "Any more sudden, you might as well be a puppy seeing your owner for the first time today," Trevor commented. Cole growled and glared at him. "Shut up." Trevor laughed hard. Dante smiled as they reached the school. He could see Dino with his 'girls' walking beside him. He had a strong urge to wave them over, but since they were the reason the two had been fighting, he decided not to. Furthermore, he adjusted his blue Chicago Cubs cap so it was perfectly tilted to the side. Not too much of an angle, but just enough. "What's your first class?" Dante asked Bella. He'd gotten his schedule in the mail two days back, and his first was math, the only subject he'd gotten that he absolutely hated more than anything. He'd never been good at it, and he'd never liked it. Not even back in kindergarten when he'd first learned it. He hoped Dino would be in at least 3 of his classes. He'd been for all three of the previous years. If he was this year too then that would be pure luck. Dante square Bella's hand for luck as they walked through the school's front doors. Bella shot a smile his way when she felt him squeeze her hand. It felt nice. Relaxing. A perfect way to begin the school year. A few students cast envious looks at them as they walked down the hallway. "Um," she mumbled as she fished in her back pocket for her schedule she had folded up. She managed to unfold it with one hand and looked. She didn't really get a chance to look at it at all when she received it in the mail. "French. What do you have?" she asked. Dante half-frowned half-smiled at Bella's response. He was kinda hopin' that she'd have a different first than him. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to spend a whole hour with her after all of their previous fights. "I've got math." he said, lookin' down at his feet to hide micro-smirk. He looked back down at his paper for his locker number. "I've got locker 3073 down the hall. It's right there. Let me go put my stuff away. By, B." Dante said, giving Bella a lifeless peck on the cheek and hurrying down the student-filled hallway. The first thing he noticed about his locker was the fact that its lock was pink with glittery dots spotted on it. He knew exactly whose locker it'd been last year. Carrie Carson, the bubbly senior who'd graduated with honors. She was so pretty and smart. And very easy, too. Dante felt a familiar hand grab his shoulder firmly. It was Dino. "Hey, D." Dante said, Turing around while reading the locker combination printed on his paper. "Open your locker and open it NOW!" Dino said excitedly. He'd seen the lock too. Dante smiled and turned the lock's knob a few times, then pulled the locker open. The smell of vanilla and berries wafted out, and a pink note fell from the locker door to the floor. Dino picked it up and began reading right away. "Dear person who gets locker 3073 next year, take care of it well! I hope you have an awesome time in high school so you'll be very smart when you graduate. I sprayed my locker with perfume just for you! Love ya, and I hope you get to meet me some day! Love, C." Dino read in a high-pitched voice. Dante smiled. It felt good to get a nice upliftin' message from a girl. He hadn't been getting much support from his girlfriend lately, and even though Carrie wasn't actually there reading the note to him, Dante appreciated it a lot. "So Dan, what class ya got first?" Dino asked as Dante put his stuff into his locker. "Math in room 215." Dante said, still mesmerized by the Carrie-note. "Me too." Dino said, shovin' the note into Dante's hand and walking with him to first period. Bella's smile had somehow faded as she felt Dante kiss her cheek. She watched him walk away as she sighed and finally looked away before he reached his locker. She looked at the crowding students all around here. One more year in this hell. I can do this, she told herself as she puffed a sigh and forced herself to keep calm. When she twisted the knob on her locker and opened the locker, a familiar face showed up beside her locker. It was Cole. She smiled and tilted her head to the side. It was a miracle she remembered his name. "You're... Cole from Diana's party, right?" she asked. At least it seemed someone wanted to talk to her today. But she knew she was exaggerating. Class hadn't even begun yet, and she was worried about whom all wanted to talk to her. She made a mental note to remember to keep calm and carpe diem. This was it. He was going to go up and talk to her without the help of Diana or anyone else. He sucked in a breath and walked right up to her locker. When she looked up at him and spoke directly to him without any disgust or edginess, he relaxed a lot. Cole felt his lips widen into an excited smile. She remembered his name! That was a great sign, he was sure of it. He nodded his head and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, looking deep into her eyes. She was really beautiful. "Yeah! Um, how are you, Bella?" he asked? He wanted to make conversation, but had high hopes to keep it far from anywhere near awkward...only for it to be so cliché. Dante sat in his seat and smiled at Karen Norway, the girl who sat next to him. She'd been smiling back at him all of 9th period. She was the prettiest red head in the school. And the only senior who wasn't looking for a job because her family was upper-middle class due to the Subway that they owned over in Greens borough. The bell rang and Dante slowly gathered his things, waiting for Karen. They walked out of class together. "So, how was your first day?" Karen asked. "Pretty decent. The same as all my other ones here." Dante answered. "Me and my boyfriend Tony are going to Baskin-Robbins. You want to come with?" Karen asked. Dante thought about it for a second. "Well, I have to ask my girl Bella if she wants to go too, and my boy Dino. Wait for me outside the school?" Dante asked. "Sure. Okay." Karen said, parting from Dante's side as he rounded the corner that his locker was on. Dino found him quickly. He was holding Kitty's hand. "Hey, Dan. Who was that chick you were with?" Dino asked. "You don't know her? That was Karen Norway. She's been goin' here for 3 years. You want to come to Baskin-Robbins with her, Tony, B, and me?" Dante asked. "Only if my pretty Kitty wants to go. You want to go?" Dino asked Kitty. "Actually, Hun, I have to head on to Mickey D's for my shift. But we can go back to my place later." Kitty said, giving Dino a peck on the lips and sauntering down the hall confidently. Dino smiled at Kitty's back then turned to Dante. "She's awesome." he said happily. Dante smirked at the thought of Bella being more like Kitty. There were a lot of things that made them different, and things that could be beneficial to Dante and Bella's relationship. Like: Kitty always voiced her opinion. Kitty, according to Dino, put out. Kitty loved to eat until food came out of her ears and then Kitty worked it off at the gym. Kitty's sister was just as cool as Kitty, so it was fun to be around her. Kitty watched all the same shows as Dante. Although, there were also a lot of bad things about Kitty too. Things that made Bella better. Like: Kitty failed the 7th grade. Kitty chewed with her mouth open sometimes. Kitty argued with EVERYONE about EVERYTHING. Dante smiled when he realized that Kitty had some major flaws that Bella didn't have, and tuned back into what Dino was saying. It was something about the bar on 97th street. Dante stood at his locker and pulled out his bookbag, daydreaming about the Collet sisters. All in all, the day was pretty decent for Bella. Sad she only saw her own boyfriend at lunch, she managed to keep on a smile as she walked from class to class. She was lucky this year that she hadn't found a teacher she disliked...yet. They were all pretty okay and Bella knew they'd be even better once she'd butter them up and get them to like her as a favorite. She didn't really care too much for favoritism, but it helped her get through high school with a smile each day. Talking to others who she knew liked her caused her to feel simple and happy. Wasn't much to that. Ninth period. Finally. Bella's mind went back to this morning. She was starting to get to know Cole who she had in almost every one of her classes. In Biology, he sat by her. And in Trigonometry, he sat in front of her. He was really sweet and great to talk to. She saw potential in him as to becoming her new friend somewhere in the near future somehow. After school, someone called her name as she turned her head to see Cole walking towards her with a smile. For a moment, she had been hoping it was Dante...but it wasn't. But this boy's smile was so contagious. "Hi, Cole!" Bella was really amazing. He was sure of it. Throughout the day, he hadn't been doing all too well. But every time he looked at Bella, it all seemed to become nothing to him. "You know...she's with Dante, right?" Cole's friend Diana asked as they ate their lunch in the courtyard together. Cole sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know. But from the looks of it, there's no way that their relationship will last," replied Cole. Diana had raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, looked here. Someone's sure of themselves." Cole gave her a playful and sarcastic glare. "Like it's not obvious. If you just look at them when they're together, you could totally tell." Diana went quiet after that. But now, Cole's eyes were on Bella as he got out of ninth period. With a wide smile, he called out to her. "Hey, Bella!" Dante looked for Bella. She was nowhere to be found. He finally spotted her across the hallway. Dante rushed over and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, B. You wanna head out to Baskin-Robbins with me and Karen Norway and them?" he asked, glancing at the boy she'd been talking to. Dino trotted over from somewhere behind Dante. "Hey Dante, what's up?" he asked, his smile audible through his words. "You want to go to Baskin-Robbins with Karen Norway and Tony and me and maybe Bella?" Dante asked his friend. "Nah. I'm goin' to hang with Kitty. She has a surprise for me at her house." Dino said casually, walking away with a peace-sign for a wave to Dante. Dante nodded a goodbye back and turned back to Bella. "So do ya want to? 'Cause she's waitin' for me at the front of the school-" "Hey Danny! Nice passes! See ya later." A girl from Dante's gym class cut him off. Dante waved at her and Dante again turned back to Bella. "So do you wanna-" "Hey, Dan. How's it goin'?" Carrie Caravaning said as she walked past. Dante smiled at her and looked at his girlfriend, knowing that if just one more girl came and greeted him, she'd be pissed. "You already know what I'm askin'." he said, tired of repeating himself.

Summer Love|rating:2.0

A Father's Love (JaredSyn & rachels270692)

Thomas had spent the last few months with an empty house, and it was wearing on him heavily. His only daughter having gone off to college leaving him alone with an empty house filled with memories of her growing up, and the wife he lost so many years ago. He had never truly gotten over the loss of his wife and he still kept all of her things in the attic in neat orderly boxes. He had been forced by work to take some vacation due to the fact he had not taken any in several years so he was left home alone with his thoughts. Moving up the stairs he made his way into the attic turning on the light and moving to the area with his wife's things. Photo albums, some of her clothing including her nightgowns and other finery. He started going through them leafing through page after page of pictures, remembering all the good times they had. It hurt deep inside his heart, seeing them, but it also brought her memory fresh into his mind, he had never loved a woman like he had her, it was all consuming. Their daughter had grown to be a beautiful young woman as well the spitting image of her mother. Sometimes looking at her his heart would jump thinking it was his wife before realizing it was in fact his daughter. As he finished leafing through the photos he set them aside and opened the box of her clothing it still smelled like her perfume after all these years, lifting one of her sexy nightgowns from the box he inhaled her scent deeply. Holding it pressed against his nose. Inside were some pictures of his wife as well in her sexy lingerie and some totally nude as well. Reaching inside he pulled some out and set them on the floor before him. She was so beautiful, her scent still tingling his nose he reached to his pants pushing them down and stroking his flaccid length picturing his wife there with him, as his cock grew harder and harder. Still breathing in her scent from her nightgown. He began to stroke his impressive length picturing his wife oblivious to anything else around him. He had never slept with another woman since his wife had passed, and this was his only outlet kneeling in the attic stroking himself as he looked at pictures of her and smelled her scent from her clothes. So intent on the task in hand, he never heard the door open downstairs or the call as his daughter came in. Rise frowned when her dad did not reply, she walked into the room and looked around. She sighed softly, it felt so good to be home after being away at collage. She missed her dad so much, she ran a hand throw her long black hair, her ice blue eyes looked around as she put her stuff down. "Papa" she called softly, she sighed as she head upstairs maybe he was out she thought softly. Rise saw the attic was open and sighed, o he was up there moping again she thought softly. She moved to the stairs and pulled her long white dress up so she could get into the attic. The dress was tight over her breast which was large she took after her mum in that way, she was slim and lean but toned. When she got into the attic she looked and gasped when she saw what her dad was doing, she swallowed as she moved closer to him. "Papa" she said softly, maybe it was mean to stop him when he was having fun, but she could not let him sit up her and mope over her mum. "Papa" she said again as she sat in front of him and tapped him on the nose, hoping he would see her and not her mum right now. Thomas spun around as she came into the attic his member still in hand. Rise could see how large in fact as his hand barely covered half of his length. Seeming to realize who it was suddenly he yanked his pants up, Oh My god Rise what are you why, oh I am so sorry honey! He said securing his pants back around his waist. She could still see the large bulge under his pants. As he stood and moved towards her. I'm so embarrassed I'm sorry you saw that, I just miss her so much this is all I have left of her, honey. Except you and you've been gone for months, I was just lonely. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. She felt his cock pressing against her waist as he hugged her close. Rise saw the pictures of her mother as he hugged her several showed her in sexy lingerie and others she was totally nude, Rise realize dhow much they really did look alike. Thomas seemed to realize what she was looking at and broke the embrace grabbing the pictures and her sexy night gown and pushing them back into the box. Good god I can't believe you found me up here like that. He said putting the lid on the box I was just looking at the photo albums and found this box and the other pictures, I had no idea you were coming home. As he put the box away his cock was still pressing against his pants as erect as the moment she had come in.God, you look just like your mother she had a dress like that too. It's like you are the embodiment of her I swear you could be her twin. Rise watched him smiling softly, he was so cute she thought softy. "Dad I am almost 19 I can handily the fact my farther has needs you know," she said softly walking past him, she dropped to her knees and opened the box. She pulled out the photos of her mum nude, her head to the side, "I really do take after her" she said eyes fixed on her mum breasts. She then looked in another box and her eyes went wide, she pulled out a large dildo "wow I have to say I am shocked," she said grinning as she looked it over. "How would one work that inside someone,2 she said more to her self Rise was still a virgin. "Now this is something I know" she said again to her self, she pulled out a small vibrate a bullet she used these self. She looked up to her dad, "hay dad did you not go a good job and mum needed toys, or was you that good you used toys as well to make it better for her" she said wiggling her eyebrows playfully. Rise was odd for a girl her age, she did not mind talking about sex with her farther. For she saw it as learning and her dad had always been the way to teach her a lot of stuff, so this was just one more thing. Rise realized the vibrator while large was not as large as what she had seen her father holding onto only a minute earlier. Her father moved to stop her from opening the box and looking at the pictures not wanting to see her mother like that. As she opened the next box his face reddened. Risa doesn't one...he trailed as she opened the box holding the sex toys. When she picked up the dildo his face paled slightly. Reaching back in and pulling out the bullet and exclaiming she knew it, he frowned. He looked hurt when she asked if he was unable to satisfy her mother. Your mother and I had a wonderful sex life its part of the reason I have never been with anyone else since, we both had needs, and I was willing to do whatever it took to fulfill them, we were open with each other about what we wanted. She saw his cock twitch inside his pants as he talked about their sex life with her. You would be surprised young lady what mature people do behind closed doors. He moved forward bending down and taking the vibrator and bullet from her hand and tossing them back into the box.Let's put this stuff away OK. He stood back up his cock merely inches from her face as he extended his hand to her. Rise looked at him and her eyes dropped to his cock, frowning she reaches out as if to take his hand only she grabbed his cock. Her eyes went wide as she felt it, "wow papa your cock is huge, how can that fit inside mum she is small like me" she said looking up at him. She frowned softly as she felt it more, she let him go shaken her head "don't see how it works at all" she said softly, she turned back to the box and went look throw. She found some toys she liked the look of and nodded, "I am having these" she said getting up. She smiled softly, "saves me buy me own, my last bullet broke" she said softly smiling at him. She kissed his cheek, she then spotted some porn mags and grabbed a few "these two" she said grinning at him shyly "girls got to please her self" she said to her self. Rise took after her mum for talking to her self, most of the time she did not know she was doing it. She would end up saying stuff which was on her mind, which normally she would not want people to hear. When she grabbed his cock he moaned slightly as it jerked in her hand. His eyes rolling upward. It doesn't any more he said your Mom's been gone too long that's why I'm up here pulling on my cock like a maniac, wishing she were her, then you come up here looking just like her. She saw a tear in his eye and he leaned down pulling her up the toys falling from her hands. He pulled her up and kissed her his tongue moving into her mouth as his hands moved around to her ass squeezing them in his strong hands. His tongue moved into her mouth circling her own. As he lifted her up to her tip toes. Before breaking the kiss. Risa do you want to know how it fits, gods I know it wrong, but I so want to show you!he said looking into hid daughters eyes those eyes that looked back at him as if it was his wife once more in his arms. Rise gasped when she was pulled in for a kiss, she kissed him back unable to help her self. She blinked up at him, "please teach me papa" she begged softly needing him. She moved her hips into him, whimpering with need "please papa, show me how that cock of yours could fit inside me how you would please mummy" she begged kissing his chin and neck softly. She was shocked at how she went from a little aroused to full out aroused with just one kiss. A kiss form her farther as well, this was wrong she thought but god it felt so good and being bad was amazing and so arousing right now. She sucked on his neck softly, she pulled away and took his hand and lead him out of the attic. She leads him to the bedroom and blushing softly, "teach me papa how to be what you need," she's softly looking at him, she had never done anything with a man before but for a bit of foreplay, but that had not been a lot. When she thrust her hips into him, she felt his cock move again, it was very large, against her body inside his pants. As she kissed and sucked on his neck he could not take any more as she led him downstairs to her bedroom all he saw was his wife. He stood before her reaching out and pulling her dress of her shoulders, revealing her pale soft skin, her firm breasts, in her lacy bra, and her tiny white lace panties which were already growing wet. Reaching behind her, he undid her bra dropping it to the floor as his face moved down to her right breast and enveloping her nipple in his mouth sucking on it, as his other hand came up to gently caress her other breast. He kissed every inch of her breast before moving to the other and repeating the process. His cock yearning to be free of his pants he reached down and undid them once more pushing them and his underwear down and stepping out of them, his massive cock free at last, pressing against her leg. She could feel the heat radiating from his thick cock. His hand moved down to her panties and pushed them down past her knees before sliding up between her legs a single finger sliding between her outer labia and across her clit as he kissed her again deeply his tongue moving into her mouth once more. Rise moaned and whimpered happily, "papa" she gasped kissing him back god it was so good. She pushed into his fingers feeling so good right now, her own hands slid down his back to his ass and grabbed it softly pulling him close. She whimpered "please" she begged softly, as she kissed him sucking on his tongue. Furthermore, she moved tripped on her dress and pulled them both down on to the bed. Furthermore, she giggled as they bounced softly, "ops" she said as she went back to kissing him loving the feeling of his cock, which her free hand moved down to know to rub and get the feel of it "so big" she moaned softly. Thomas moaned as her hand circled his cock. It's all for you love. He moaned in his lust. A finger slipped into her wetness until it pressed against her hymen, as another stroked her clit. His mouth still busy with her firm breasts sucking on her nipples. He rolled onto his side pulling her with him.Oh, baby suck on Papa's cock for him, I want to feel your hot mouth around me, as you play with my balls. His cock springing upward as he landed on his back, it was easily 11 inches in length and nearly as big around. Rise moaned and sat up, she moved to lay her body along his in the 69 position. She took his cock in her hands and licked the head, moaning around his cock as she sucked it into her mouth. She looked down his baby at him and wink as she sucked it deeper into her mouth, she gagged a bit but pulled back and tried again working slow and sure until she was able to take it all into her mouth moaning around him as she did. Her free hand moved to start pulling and rolling his balls softly, she's moaning at the feeling of them so heavy in her hand she loved it. As she moved her sex near his face he needed no further invitation and his face moved between her thighs, his tongue sliding into her sex and circling her clit as he continued to finger her wetness. He kissed and circled at her clit a moan escaping his mouth as she took his entire length into her mouth and hummed. His balls in her hands were warm and large as she rolled them around eliciting another moan from him. After a few short minutes it was too much for him as he grew closer to cumming. Oh my God, I'm going to cum real soon Baby. He moaned as he dove back into her sex his tongue furiously licking her clit, two fingers hammering into her virgin sex. Rise moaned her hips bucking into his face softly, she whimpered she was so close she then came crying around his cock. She sucked it hard wanting to make him join her in coming, her hips bucked as her pussy throbbed in pleasure. Moaned she licked and sucked his cock a bit weakly now, she moved her hand behind his balls to rub a sweet spot just behind them hoping to send him over. Thomas came more forcefully then he ever had before exploding into Rise's mouth, his seed shooting into her mouth and throat. Jet after jet of his cum spraying into her hot mouth. As he lapped at her sex enjoying the taste of her juices flowing from her sex. He came for a very long time it seemed as she toyed with his balls and the soft skin behind them. His cock jerking in her mouth with each wave of his orgasm. Finally, his orgasm passed, and his head rolled back onto the bed his cock still hard in her mouth. Good god baby I don't think I have cum like that ever, your Mother never gave head like that. What have you been doing at school. He moaned? Rise wiggled around until she faced her jack licking her lips, she nuzzled in close and smiled. "I just watch a lot of porn" she said softly sighing happily, she's kissing his cheek "you are amazing to papa, the only guy to every go down on me was so shit, I thought it was a myth that a girl could come from that" she said softly smiling at him. Thomas smiled at her. Well that porn paid off for sure, you still want to see how a big cock can fit in that tight little sex of yours, it's all primed and wet if you do? It is going to hurt though being your first time? He reached down his finger sliding through her lips again and bringing it up to her face soaking wet. See baby your all ready for Papa's big hard cock? If you think you are ready for it that is?he said stroking his still erect cock. Risa saw his fingers and then licked it without thinking, she moaned at the taste as she looked at him. "Please papa I would love for you to show me, to teach me about sex and take my cherry" she said blushing softly as she leaned into him holding onto him. "Please papa show me what it feels like to have a hard cock, inside my tight pussy" she begged softly. Thomas rolled the rover onto her back and pulled a pillow moving it underneath her bottom, so her sex was elevated as he moved between her legs. As he moved forward until his cock was near her sex. Once I get inside of you I am going to have to break your hymen Baby and that's going to hurt I will go slow to allow your tight pussy to take my cock though if it hurts just tell me and I will go slower. Moving forward her rubbed her clit with his thumb to get her juices flowing once again, before sliding the head of his cock between her lips, and sliding it up and down between them as she grew wetter he pushed forward slightly the head of his cock moving into her sex and slowly stretching it open until finally his head popped inside of her. She was so tight and Thomas had never felt anything so tightly around the head of his cock before, and he moaned loudly, as he started to slide into her even further slowly stretching her sex until the head of his cock pressed against her hymen. Good god baby you are so tight, do you like how Papa's cock feels inside of you? He said looking down at her. Rise panted as he started to push in, she moaned it felt good she held onto him. "So good papa, more" she begged softly. Whimpering softly, as she ran her hands over him happily. Loving the feeling of him touching her, filling her "please papa I want to fill all of you" she begged softly kissing him softly as she looked at him. Lust filled her eyes, she moved her hips to make him go deeper. Thomas moaned as she tried to push her hips towards him for more. OK Baby you asked for it. He pulled back slightly and then pushed forward she felt him pushing and then a sharp tearing sensation within her sex as his cock sunk another inch deeper into her tight virgin pussy. He stopped there looking down at her and saw the small amount of blood already staining his cock at the opening of her sex. Slowly he kept moving into her inch by inch her tight little sex squeezing his massive cock as it forced its way into her stretching her like she had never been stretched before. After several minutes she felt the head of his cock press against her cervix. Thomas moaned looking down at her, and leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Rise whimpered in pain, but also moaned softly she was breathing hard it hurt yes, but it also felt so good she thought softly. She looked up at him smiling she kissed him back deeply, "so good papa feels so good" she panted as she kissed him more. She moved her hips teasing and found no pain, she whimpered now begging for more with her body moving it making her self go tight around him, god she needed so badly now she thought lightly as she looked at him "please papa I need" she begged softly. Thomas needed no further encouragement and started to slide in and out of her extremely tight little pussy, until he was almost completely out before driving back into her fully over and over again. After a short while his rhythm changed growing faster. Good god baby you are so tight I don't know how much longer I can keep going before I cum. He continued driving into her thumb rubbed against her clit in an effort to bring her off faster. Wanting her to cum with his cock still inside of her. He lowered his face to her breasts and sucked and a bit at her nipples. Rise moaned and whimpered as he fucked her good, she moaned she could feel her self building. She moaned and held onto him "so close papa" she said moaning, as she bucked into him. "Please papa so close" she whimpered and then came hard as she bucked. "PAPA" she screamed as she came hard whimpering and bucking softly. As she came he was not far behind her tight pussy clamping down around his length, he pulled out just in time spraying his cum onto her belly and even some onto her breasts and chin he came so hard. Jet after jet of his hot cum squirting onto her soft warm flesh. Good God Baby, Oh God that feels so guide groaned. As his orgasm started to subside he looked down at her looking just like her mother had her belly splattered with his seed. That was so intense, I have not cum like that since your mother and I first started sleeping together. WOW! Rise moaned as she felt his cum land on her, "I know what you mean papa" she said smiling. "I have never come that hard before," she said as she held him kissing him softly. "But now I need a shower, would you like to join me" she asked blushing softly as she looked at him. She could not believe how good it had felt to have her dad fuck her for the first time, she wanted more so much more, but she would wait and see how he reacted later when he came down from the pleasure buzz. Sure baby, let's go get cleaned up. He took her hand and led her to the shower turning on the hit water, and once it was ready stepped inside holding the curtain open for her. He washed her body his hands moving across every inch of her beautiful body. As he finished washing her he leaned in and kissed her deeply. God Baby what is happening right now has made me happier than I have been since your mom passed. I love you so much, Thank You! He handed her the washcloth and smiled. Now you get to wash me, please. Rise smiled "I am so happy as well" she said kissing him back softly, smiling she started to was him. Moving slow to get every bit of him, but she also teases by leaving his cock to last. Once she had washed the rest of him, she put some soup on her hands then started to run them up and down his cock. Making sure he was nice and clean, she licked his neck softly nipping it lightly. He grinned as she got the shower head and ran it over his body to wash off all the soup. "Mm all clean papa" she purred softly as she kissed him deeply now, wrapping her arms around his neck. Thomas looked at his beautiful daughter as she washed his body and moaned as she used both hands to soap up his cock, his length immediately hardening again in her hands. As she rinsed him off he smiled down at her. As she kissed him his desire started to build once again as he kissed her back his own tongue moving into her mouth dancing with her own. As they broke the kiss he smiled. If we don't get out of here it won't be all clean for long because I am going to take you again right here in the shower. You little vixen. As she wrapped her arms around his neck he hugged her tightly her firm breasts pressing against his chest. His cock pressing against her pubic mound. He just held her there savoring the feeling of a woman in his arms. Any guilt he thought he might feel gone. I love You Rise, I am so glad your home safe from school. I missed you so much while you were gone. He kissed her again softly as he looked deeply into her eyes. "I missed you as well papa, I am so glad to me home as well" she said grinning kissing him deeply. "And why don't we have some fun in the shower, that way when we get dirty we can wash off right away and get all clean again" she said winking softly. Grinning and licked up his neck, "I want to papa, so bad I want you" she purred softly as she rubbed her hips hitting him lightly. She loved how it felt to be in his arms, she whimpered and moaned softly. She kissed him softly, "please fuck them again papa" she begged softly looking up at him happily. Her pussy was already wet, both from her self and the water. She could not wait to feel him inside her again, stretching her wide. She never thought sex would be so good, or maybe it was just because it was with her dad. The person she loved most in the world, she loved everything about him and was glad to get a chance to be so close to him. OK Baby turn around let me fuck you form behind. He turned her body around and pushed her upper body forward as he maneuvered behind her and pressed his large cock into her again, sliding all the way in quickly and firmly. His hand on her hips as he started to drive into her from behind. After a short while he slipped a finger into her tight little ass as he continued to drive into her sex. You like that Baby you like my finger in your ass while I'm pounding your tight little pussy? He was in heaven he ha never thought he would feel so loved and so passionate ever again in his life. He knew he had loved his daughter, but this was even more. It was perfect in every way. Rise moaned as she leaned on the wall, it felt amazing having his cock in her ad his finger playing with her. "O god papa so good, feels so good having you play with my ass as you fuck me" she whimpered as she pushed back against him happily. "More please" she begged softly, loving it she looked over her shoulder wanting a kiss. She gasped and moaned more as she looked up at him, "I love you papa" she said softly. He was happy to oblige her when she turned for a kiss and pulled her up with his arm kissing her deeply his cock still thrusting into her in rhythm with his finger, she felt another finger slip into her as he kissed her, then a third. As they broke their kiss he smiled and pulled out of her sex, allowing his cock to slip upwards as he pushed it into her tight asshole, slowly entering her allowing her rectum to permit his invading monster cock. Finally, the head popped inside, and he moaned as he slowly sank into the depths of her ass, until she felt his balls against her legs filling her in a totally different way. Slowly he started moving into her ass while one hand reached underneath to continue to play with her clit. As her anus accepted him more easily he picked up the pace, and every so often slipped from her ass and back into her sex continuing to pound away at her. He moved into her pussy a few times before once more slipping into her ass. He moved between her holes enjoying the different sensations her body was giving him. Rise moaned and whimpered "papa papa papa" she panted as she moved, "so good o god please" she whimpered as she held onto him. She could not believe how good it felt to be fucked in not just her pussy but her ass as well. She whimpered more, she looked at him her eyes wide with how aroused she was. Furthermore, she made her self go tighter around him loving the feeling, she felt wet, and needy she is needy more she wanted no craved more "please papa so good, I want more so much more please" she begged happily whimpering once again. As he swapped from her ass to her pussy, she would whimper and pout until he once again pushed into her. Thomas continued to pound into both of her holes a few stroke sins each before moving to the other once again. It was intense fucking his only daughter like this but when he did, he saw his wife as well. They looked so much alike.Finally, it was too much for him as he pulled out of her ass and drove into her tight pussy once more filling her with his cum. Over and again his cock erupting inside of her, his moans loudly filling the shower. Rise moaned and whimpered and as she felt him cum she joined him, she whimpered and moaned as she held onto him. She panted and whimpered when she was gone she leaned into him breathing hard. She yawned softly now, she was so tired "that was amazing papa, I love you so much" she said softly as she kissed him softly grinning sweetly. "I Love you too baby girl you have made me so happy today, lets clean up and go lie down in my bed for a while. I think we both deserve a rest." That said he cleaned her sex out once more and rinsed off. Once they were dry he led her to his bed and pulled her into it kissing her deeply." You know you're the only woman other than your mother to ever share my bed. I'm glad you're here to do just that." He pulled her into his arms her breasts against his side and her head on his chest, he had not been so happy for many years. He just watched her until she drifted off to sleep in his arms before allowing his own eyes to close not wanting to miss a second. "Love you papa" she said softly, and then she was asleep, rise smiled happily in her sleep. She nuzzled close to him, with a soft moan she sighed she was so happy. She felt so safe in his arms, she could not think of anything but sleeping he had warned her out so good. Her body hurt in a good away, she moaned once in her sleep as she moved against him but soon was in deep sleep. Thomas woke a few hours later Rise still curled up in his arms her naked body pressed against his own. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. He loved her so much and what she had given him today had only strengthened that love even more. Her body felt so good against his own, he just laid there until she woke not wanting to disturb her as she rested. His hand gently caressing the soft skin of her back. Rise woke 30 mins after her dad, she blinked and yawned stretching her back out. She smiled up at him and kissed him softly, "good morning" she said grinning as she nuzzled close. She yawned softly as she sat up, she winched but smiled her body hurt, but she did not mind it just showed her that last night had not been a dream. Furthermore, she looked down at him, running a hand up his chest softly. Thomas kissed his daughter and hugged her tightly." Feeling a bit more rested I hope because I certainly could use another go. If my little girl is up to it. Last night was wonderful, and it's been a long time since I held a woman in my arms." His hands moved to her soft breasts gently caressing them as he kissed her deeply." I love you so much Rise." "I love you as well papa, please I want more" she said softly holding onto him kissing him back deeply. "Please" she begged softly, as she looked up at him. She pushed her self up into him, "take me again papa, I want you to fuck me again please" she begged softly looking at him. "Make me feel good, so good I want to feel you again" she begged. Thomas smiled down at her, his beautiful daughter, and leaned down to kiss her. She was so eager to please him and in doing so herself. He had never imagined this type of relationship between them. Nevertheless, it was beautiful and sensual and so arousing." I'll make love to you again, but first we need to get warmed up a bit how about you give Pap some head and I will gill get your tight little pussy hot with my mouth." Moving onto his side his cock near her face he buried his own face between her legs. His tongue moving across her sex and his fingers spread her tight young labia so he could lick and suck at her clit. His tongue circling and flicking against her sensitive nub every so often sucking it into his mouth and humming sending vibrations through her sex. Rise moaned and bucked softly, whimpering happily. She leaned in and licked his cock softly, moaning at the taste she then started to suck and lick him softly. She moaned happily as she took more and more into her mouth as she worked him. God, he tastes so good she thought happily, she hummed around his cock as she moved a hand to pull and roll his balls happily. As her mouth encircled his cock, and she began to suck on his length Thomas moaned into her sex, her lips and tongue felt so good."Oh, baby that feels so good, suck your Papa's cock take it all into your hot little mouth and throat." Diving back into her sex a finger sliding into the depths of her growing wetness, as his tongue continued to lavish her clit with attention. If felt amazing to eat his daughters pussy her juices were so sweet and her sex became more and more primed to accept his large cock, which he was starting to ache to drive inside o f her. Her mouth felt so good though he did not want to stop. Rise moaned and went on sucking and licking his cock, she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Moaning as whimpered as she bucked her pussy into him, loving the feeling it was amazing. She whimpered happily loving it "papa" she moaned softly as she licked his cock "so close papa so close" she moaned happily as she bucked. At her comment about being close he doubled his efforts on her sex hungry taste her juice son his mouth and devour them, getting her good and wet so he could quickly push into her tight sex and fuck her like he knew she wanted him to, and he wanted to as well. His cock sliding into her wet mouth still. When she came he smiled lapping at her juices for a few moments before pulling her around and onto her back as he moved between her legs guiding his cock into her entrance and sinking into her wet climaxing sex her muscles clamping down around him as she continued to cum. Just staying their buried inside his daughters sex his balls against her tiny tight asshole. As he orgasm subsided he began to move into her at a slow pace with long deep strokes. His mouth moving down to suckle at her breasts and nipples. Rise moaned as he slid into her and waited, she whimpered holding onto him, and then he started to move. She screamed happily moving with him, she held into him happily pushing her breast up into his mouth. "O god papa so good," she moaned already she could feel her self rising closer to coming again. She could not believe he could make her aroused so fats again, she pulled his head to kiss him deeply moaning into his mouth as she rubbed her tone against his. "Mmmm Baby your pussy is so tight around papa's cock. I love the way it feels with my cock inside of you Rise." Thomas moaned as he started moving into her fast and deep, his own need driving him now the need to fill his daughters tight pussy with his seed. The need to feel her tight little pussy contracting around his cock." Risa Papa loves you so much and I missed you so badly. It means so much to me, you're sharing yourself with me like this." He continued to pound into his daughter until finally he buried himself balls deep in her tight sex and exploded inside of her his sweet release filling her with his seed over and over again, until each time he pushed more into her, it oozed out around his thick shaft. It felt so good to be inside her. Rise screamed and came as she felt his hot seed filling her, she bucked and went tight around him. She whimpered happily, she then lay down panting "papa" she said weakly smiling happily. She felt so good right now, she was happy she look DUP at him "I love you papa, I am so glad to be home" she said pulling him down for a kiss smiling. Thomas returned her kiss passionately." I am not going to want to let you go back to school. God, I have missed being with your mother so much and felt like being with anyone else would be cheating. I know society says what we are doing is wrong Rise, but it feels so right. We both love each other, why is it wrong to make each other happy? I have not been this happy in years. All because of you." He laid down beside her once more and kissed her." My beautiful angel is all grown up now, and god has she grown into a beautiful desirable woman. Just like her mother was." Rise smiled kissing him softly, "I don't have to go back to school, I was talking to my teacher. He had I could do all the work from home, for I have not been having the best time in uni." she said softly, "I have missed you so much, so I can stay home with you" she said kissing him softly. Smiling happily as she nuzzled into him happily, she sighed loving being in her papa arms so much. "What's wrong at school Rise if you were having problems you should have let me know? I don't want you to miss out on anything to stay with your pathetic father who never got over losing his wife. It's not fair to you." He didn't want her to go ever again he wanted her all to himself he had not been this happy in so long. He also did not want her staying with him out of some obligation or sympathy, she was young and had so much to experience still. As he nuzzled into his side he leaned over and kissed her again." It's not fair of me to ask you to stay here with me Rise, you have your whole life ahead of you. I don't want you to resent me for missing out on anything because you felt you needed to stay with me." Rise smiled and kissed him, "don't worry papa uni class are just not for me. I can not pay attention, and they bore me just like high school did. I learn better anyone so i don't even go to class and still have the top grades" she said softly. "I want to come home papa, i don't like uni the people there are annoying and only want to party which is boring" she said pouting as she nuzzled close. "I want to come home, I want to be with you, I will never regret leaving trust me I will still get my degree so don't worry about that" she said softly smiling at him. "I just don't want you to ever resent me believe me I am more than happy to have you home. Even more so now that you are sharing a bed with me. I am in no hurry to lose this intimacy after being without so long. You mean the world to me." He hugged her tightly and kissed her deeply again. Rise smiled "I am so glad I can come home" she said and then yawned, "but now it is time for a nap I think papa" she said and nuzzled close sighing softly. She yawed again before she nodded off smiling, she nuzzled into closer in her sleep. Thomas smiled and pulled her close and hugged her tightly. Kissing her head. "I'm glad your home honey." He laid next her for a while before getting up and making them both breakfast. Once it was ready JE called her to the kitchen. Rise smiled she came down wearing one of his shits, she sat down and took the food and wolfed it down. That was one of the few things she did not get from her mum, her mum had always been a slow neat eater. Where Rise loved her food and would eat fast, as if scared someone would take it away from her. Thomas chuckled as he watched his daughter eat." Slow down no ones going to take your plate away from you." He finished his breakfast and once she was done collected the dishes rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher." So what do you want to do today sweetie? Besides having more sex that is a given but a bit later." He smiled and leaned over and kissed her in a very fatherly way." I am going to go clean up a bit and get dressed." "I need to go shopping, I have to buy some new clothes and a new laptop" she said kissing him back, 2you can come if you want" she said with a wave and walked out of the room. She headed to her own and went inside, smiling softly as she made her away to her own shower. She washed fast and got out, dressed in a corset and black jeans and looked hot she dried her hair and out it up. She went back into her room and put her hair up into a ponytail, then pulled a notepad from her back. Furthermore, she got her phone and made a few calls, one to her old boss to see if her old job was open which it was. It was at a pet shop, which rise loved so much. Next was to her lecturer who said he would set it up for her work to be sent to her as well as recordings of her lecturers which she would need. Thomas agreed,"So socking me for a new laptop and clothes already, huh?"he chuckled. When she came back in her jeans and corset his mouth opened slightly." Are you trying to attract every guy in town? That's quite the provocative look Rise. Or are you trying to make me change my mind and want to have sex with you again before we can leave the house." He unlike her as wearing dark blue slacks, and a white button down shirt. "I have my own money papa" she said as she walked over, "and now this is what I always wear" she said adding a black jacket to the mix and heading outside. She sighed as she put her bag on her shoulder, "should we walk or drive you think?" she asked as she looked at him smiling softly. She pulled out her wallet checking she had her money and card if the laptop cost too much, she sighed softly as she looked around loving being home. "We will drive, and you don't need to pay for it Rise I was only joking. I am happy to get you whatever you need if it means you can stay home with me." He moved outside and started the car and rove her to the mall his hand on her thigh as they drove. His thoughts thinking about being inside of her yet again. "You don't have to papa, I really do have my own money to buy it with" she said kissing his cheek. "I don't want you to think I am using you for you money" she said softly as she looked out the window as they drove. "I hope you're not using me for money, I would much prefer you use me for sex."he smiled. "I am your father and if you need something for school I will provide it." Especially since it means you don't have to leave home again, and you can stay with me." He drove the mall and parked by the Best Buy and walked inside with her to the computer section." So do you know what you want honey or should we ask for help?" Rise smiled and kissed his cheek, when they went inside she smiled "I know what I want" she said and started to look. She checked each on and moved on, until she found the one which had everything she would need. She smiled "this one" she said softly, she smiled softly as she took a tab so she could get this laptop. Furthermore, she saw a sale man come over, "miss yo don't want this one, trust me you want...." rise held a hand up, "this laptop has the spec I need, the battery length and all that, i don't need your help I have the laptop I want and need to thank you" she said and walked off. The men did not look happy but left, rise know what she wanted and did not need help finding it. She finds the area which had the 3DSs she smiled as she looked throw them looking to get her self a new one. Them as chuckled as she shooed the salesman away, and followed her." What are those some sort of tablet or something?" Having never been much for video games he was clueless. He just smiled and looked on as his daughter got what she needed. He did pause by the video cameras though and actually selected one and purchased it along with her own items. Once they are done he led her to the car, and once inside turned to her." So would you like to get some lunch with your old man?" "It is a 3DS a gaming thing" she said smiling. Once they are done she smiled and left she linked his arm "i don't want to eat with an old man, but I will eat with my sexy papa" she said kissing his cheek smiling. She was so happy right now, she loved being with her dad. Thomas chuckled. Whispering into her ear."Let's leave the sexy part for home."he drove them to a nice restaurant, and they sat and had a nice meal. Thomas learning more about his daughters studies and what she wanted to do with them. Not much was new with him still the same job with the same company. He was working from home now though which he liked. Not having to go into an office every day. After lunch Thomas took Rise back home to store her things and plug in his video camera. Smiling as he did. Rise went to her room to set up her new laptop, she smiled as she got everything right and then started to get everything sent from her old one to the new one. She smiled as she got up and changed into a super sexy outfit a thing and an almost see throw night dress. She came down and sat down in the living room and waited for him to come find her. Furthermore, she lay to show off her body. Thomas came out a few minutes later his new video camera in hand recording testing it out. When he saw his daughter he smiled and zoomed in."Wow, is that for me?"he exclaimed as he zoomed in on his daughters sexy body." Good lord Rise you are trying to give me a heart attack aren't you?"he chuckled. Walking over he stopped right next to her."mmm baby you look so sexy. Do you want to suck your Papa's cock for him? You are making me so horny dressed like that." Risa could see the blinking red light as her father recorded her in her sexy outfit. His cock mere inches from her face inside his pants. She could see the bulge of his cock. Rise smiled she leaned close and nuzzled her face into his cock, she then got up she took the cam from his hands. She moved and placed it setting up it so watch them, she walked over and turned him and dropped to her knees. Winking up at her dad, she undid his pants and pulled them down. She pulled his cock out and started to lick and suck at his cock knowing full well his cam would catch the full act. It made her hot knowing her dad would have to on cam, she looked up at him as she moaned around his cock happily. "OH baby girl that is exactly what I had in mind. Oh, yes suck Papa's cock until he explodes in your mouth and on your face." His hands moved to her head careful not to block the camera view. As he started to thrust into her mouth his cock slipping into her throat as he did. His head rolled back a guttural moan escaping his lips it felt so good."OH baby don't forget about Papa's balls now darling." Rise moaned and sucked deeper, licking and humming softly around his cock she moved her hand to pull and roll his balls softly. Looking up at him happily, she moaned as she moved off his cock to licking and suck his balls rubbing her hand up and down his cock as she did. She then went back to sucking it down happily. Thomas reached over grabbing the camera and recording her from above. Zooming in getting a great view of her mouth on his balls as she stroked his shaft."Oh, baby that feels so good." When she moved her mouth back his shaft he zoomed out slightly and moves the camera to the side for another angle. His cock glided over and over into her mouth. "Oh baby your mouth feels so good on my cock." Rise just moaned and purred around his cock, whimpering happily at how good he tested. She looked up at him grinning and winked at the cam. She then started to hum softly, trying to please and make him cum for she wanted to taste his some so bad now. When she started to hum Thomas nearly lost it instantly, however he was able to stop himself to position the camera so it had a perfect side view as he pulled back from her mouth as his cock erupted spraying his seed into her mouth and across her face. Each jet splattering her face with more of his seed. Until his spent cock bobbed slightly before. Her ace covered in his hot sticky cum. He moved the camera looking down at her getting another shot of her sperm splattered face."Oh, baby you look so hot with my cum all over your face. Scoop it into your mouth like a good little girl and eat Paps's cum for him." Rise moaned when he came, she licked what she could then start to move her hands to pull the cum to her mouth. She licked her fingers and hands clean then did it again. Making sure to get all the cum off her face, she watched him as she did. Her eyes never leaving his, letting him see how much she loved his cum. "Oh baby that is so sexy, do you want Papa to fuck your tight little pussy now until you cum all over his cock and maybe even make him cum again, so I can fill your tight little pussy with my seed? How do you want Papa to fuck you baby?" Thomas looked down at her still lusting for her and eager to fuck his daughters tight young pussy again. Rise moaned at the idea, "please papa fuck me hard and fast. Pound into my tight pussy" she begged softly, kissing the tip of his cock before getting up and kissing him deeply. Smiling at the idea of him getting a taste of his own cum on her tongue, she pulled away "I want you papa, but can you catch me" she said with a wink and then shot off out the room laughing happily. Thomas was not in the best way for running his large erect cock bouncing as he grabbed the camera and ran after her. Finally catching her in his bedroom and pulling her into his arms."Ooh, baby now I have you, and I'm going to fuck you hard and fast just like you like do you want me behind you or between your legs when I pound into your tight little pussy recording every stroke into you." Thomas kissed her deeply still tasting his seed on her tongue, but not caring whatsoever. He was too aroused and wanted her badly. Rise moaned happily panting looking at him, "face to face, I want to see you as you fuck me papa" she said whimpering happily as she licked her lips. She fell back onto the bed giggling as she opened her legs, "come and get me papa" she purred. Thomas smiled and moved between her legs guiding his thick cock into her sex, and I'm paling her on his length. His eyes locked on hers as he started to move in and out of her slowly." Is this what you want baby me looking into your eyes as I fuck your tight little pussy with my big cock?" "Yes papa I love looking at you as you fuck me" she said moaning happily, she bucked happily as she moaned pulling him down to kiss him deeply. Whimpering happily as she moved with him, "so good please" she begged more. Thomas continued to pound into her tight young sex watching as his cock slid and out her tight little pussy stretched around his shaft her own milky white juices lubricating it as he pounded into her. She was so wet he pulled out smiling and guided the head of his cock to her tiny asshole pushing forward against it her own juices dripping down his cock, it took some time and finally the head of his cock popped inside of her. Slowly he pushed into her until his entire length was inside of her legs up on his shoulders he started moving into her ass as one of his hands fondled and toyed with her clit as his other pushed four fingers into her sex in rhythm with his thrusts into her tight ass. Looking down at her a large smile on his face. "Do you like Papa's cock in your ass baby while I fuck your tight little pussy with my fingers?" "Papa" she cried out happily, "so good papa, I love it more" she begged panting and whimpering happily. She moved with him loving the feeling of being so full, she gasped and moaned her climax coming closer and closer she cried out "please papa so close" she said gasping as she whimpered more. Her hand ran over him loving the feeling of his skin smiling. Thomas continued driving into her his fingers in her sex his thumb stroking her clit. "Yeah baby cum for papa I want to feel your tight pussy contracting while I cum in your tight ass." He finally drove into her as he exploded inside of her his seed shooting into her bowels over and again as he came moaning loudly. Rise cried out and came hard, even more so when she felt him cumin gas well. She whimpered and bucked her pussy going tight around his fingers, and her ass going tight around his cock as she bucked and moaned "papa" she moaned. Thomas collapsed forward on top of her exhausted from his efforts as his cock continued to empty his seed into her." Good God Rise you are going to wear your papa out. I'm loving every minute of it though." Rolling to his side his cock slipped from her ass, as he pulled her to him on her side as well, and kissed her deeply as his arms moved around her pressing her chest against his own embracing her tightly." I love you so much Rise." Rise smiled and kissed him softly, "I love you as well papa" she said smiling holding onto him as she nuzzled close. "I love you so much, I am so glad you want me as well" she said as she sighed yawning lightly she nuzzled close and started to fall asleep. Thomas held her tightly against him and drifted off to sleep as well her in his arms it felt so right. He dreamed of them along with his long-lost wife, the three of them happy together once again. Sleeping peacefully with his daughter at his side. When he next woke it was dark outside, and he was hungry so carefully he got up letting Rise rest. He moved to the kitchen to make them something to eat. He was not much of a cook, but put a couple steaks on the stove and made two potatoes in the microwave. Once it was cooked he set it on the table and went to wake Rise. Moving to her side he kissed her as his hands caressed her naked belly." Risa gets up and come eat something with me, I made steak and potatoes honey." "Papa you suck" rise said pouting but opened her eyes, she yawned softly and nodded her head "I am up I am up, but next time I cook" she said kissing his cheek winking. She got up and sighed she pulled on one of her dads shirts and headed down. She sat down and started to eat moaning as she was starving, she was not really a simple meal girl, rise loved to cook and try new things. But she would eat anything right now, after the work-out she had, had with her dad she was ready to eat anything. She smiled as she added some ketchup to her plate and went on eating. Thomas ate hungrily as well, and leaned back in his chair smiling as he finished glad to see her eating as well. "So I suck do I, seems like you were pretty hungry to me. I like you in my shirt and nothing else you look really sexy." Standing he took his plate rinsing it and placing it in the dishwasher. "So would you like to do something tomorrow other than just have sex all day not I am complaining, it's been amazing, after not having sex for so long." He smiled moving over behind her his hands moving down her upper arms as he leaned over and kissed her. Even after all the sex they had already had he wanted more she reminded him so much of her mother, and making love to her felt right. It did not feel wrong int eh least, he loved her, and she loved him that was what mattered, and it seemed apparent they were making each other very happy. Rise smiled softly, she kissed him back as she got up to was her own plate, she then turned to him "can we go to the sealift center" she asked softly. Rise loved to go there, and see all the sea life. She was a big animal lover, she also loved zoos and any place which had animals. She would go to them all the time if she had the money for it. Thomas smiled he had not been there for a long time in fact the last time had been with Rise and her mother. As the thought hit him he felt a pang of the loss again remembering the time they had spent there as a family. "Of course we can, it's been a long time since we were there." he doubted Rise even remembered they had gone their as a family a mere month before his wife had passed. As she finished putting her plate in the dishwasher the puller her into his arms. "We can make a day of it." Leaning down he kissed her again holding her tightly, it was almost like holding his wife they were so alike. He wanted her more than anything and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom once more. Setting her down before the bed as he kissed her deeply and lifted his shirt up over her head leaving her naked before him once again. Smiling her removed his own underwear and pulled her into bed beside him. Wrapping his arms around her holding her naked figure against his own. "I love you Rise, I am so glad you are staying home with me." Rise moaned holding onto him, she kissed him deeply "I love you papa" she said smiling. She did rememberer there last trip, but she never spoke if it's knowing her dad would be sad. She held him kissing him deeply, loving the feeling of his skin on hers. Furthermore, she moaned happily, "papa" she moaned happily as she kissed him deeply. He smiled as Rise returned his kiss. His body responding as his cock grew hard against her soft skin. His hands moving to her bottom, eager to be inside of her once again. "God you drive me insane I can't get enough of you Rise." Pulling her atop his body as he kissed her mouth and neck. His hard cock pressing between her thighs against her inner thigh. "Mm good thing I am staying home then" she purred as she moved with him, moaning happily got it felt so good. She felt so needed loved right now, a ND so amazing she loved it and never wanted to lose it. She kissed him deeply, as she moved with him loving the feeling happily. Reaching down he guided his cock into her tight young sex, moaning as his length slid into her fully. His hands moving to her hips as he guided her up and down his length. "Yes baby ride Pap's cock until we both cum again, I want to feel your body quivering with orgasm."HI south moving to her breasts as he kissed and sucked at them biting her nipples gently and pulling at them. His hands on her hips and ass as she rode his length. Rise moaned and held onto him licking her self to him, meeting him as he fucked her. "Papa so good" she moaned trusting her breast up into his mouth, god it felt so good, she was going wild she could already feel her self growing hotter and more aroused, her climax was not far off, but she wanted to hold onto it, so she did not come to soon and just make them both had as much pleasure together. "OH baby that feels so good keep riding Papa, your tight sex squeezing my cock, and it glides in and out of you." Thomas continued to pay attention to her breasts savoring the feel of them in his mouth. His own climax growing closer her tight young sex gripping his thick hard cock so well. Rise moaned as she moved loving the feeling so much, she whimpered as she got closer "papaaaaaa" she cried as she came hard over his cock. Moaning as she went tight around him, shaken and whimpering as she came gasping for breath. As Rise came it pushed him over the edge, and he drove into her depths his cum splashing against her cervix his cock jerking inside of her with each wave of his orgasm. His hips thrusting his cock as deep as he could. As he started to come down from his climax he smiled down at her and kissed her deeply. "I never thought I would find a woman I could love again, I never expected it to be you for certain. I know many would condemn me for having sex with you, but it is not sex it is making love. I am so happy you have returned to me Rise." Rise smiled and kissed him softly, "I know I love you to papa, and I always will" she said holding him close smiling. She yawned then god she was tried now, smiling she nuzzled into him and nodded off. Closing her eyes she just let her self drift into sleep, happy and safe in her papas arms. He simply held her as she drifted off watching her as she slept. Her beautiful naked body so much like her mother's but somehow even more voluptuous. He loved her more than ever before as he laid there holding her as she slept until he too drifted off with her in his arms. The next morning rise woke, she got up out of bed without waking him and went down to cook. She was humming softly, loving the feeling of being love’d But then she found the stuff she wanted was not there, so she got dressed and went out. She hummed as she headed off to the shops, she could not wait to get back and cook for her dad. When he woke, the house was silent and Rise had already climbed out of bed heading downstairs he realized she had gone out. Moving back to his room he grabbed some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. The hot water felt great, and he stood under it for some time. Rise came back before he got out the shower, she went into the kitchen and started to cook. She was singing softly as she worked, making his fav food for breakfast she smiled softly. She loved the feeling of doing something good for her dad, she just hoped he still liked this food. When he stepped from the shower he smelled the food cooking downstairs and knew Rise was home. Smiling widely he finished cleaning up including a fresh shave and got dressed before moving downstairs. Walking into the kitchen he saw her cook his favorite breakfast dishes and moved up behind her his hands moving around her waist as he pressed against her and kissed her neck. "Good morning, everything smells delicious. Anything I can do to help?" He kissed her neck again and patted her bottom before moving to set the table. "Just set the table" she said smiling, she soon had the food done and put it out on the table. Smiling happily she sat down to start eating, she kissed his cheek softly as she sat down. "I hope I cooked it well" she said smiling, she loved this so much. Thomas smiled and did as she asked. When she said she hoped every was cooked well he nodded as he had just taken a bite. "It's delicious thank you, Rise. So did you want to do anything today, maybe a movie or something or the park?" (sorry this took for long)Rise smiled happily, "Hamm how about we got for a walk" she said softly. "Or can we go to the cabin" she asked softly. The cabin was a place they went to when rise had been a child, they had stopped when her mum died it was a nice cabin by a lake and very quiet. Thomas looked to Rise. "The cabin I have not been there since your Mom passed. I just paid someone to keep it up and rent it out. Maybe now is a good time to pay it a visit again. We always had a great time there, and I don't think I could go there alone. Maybe it's time to move forward." There was a sadness in his eyes as he spoke, but it softened as he spoke about going with Rise." Let's back a bad and go. We can make new memories together." Thomas pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly before leaning down and kissing her. Rise leaned into him and hugged his back, she kissed him softly moaning lightly as she did. She smiled and pulled away, she rushed off to make a bag not sure how long they would stay she packed for 3 days. She came down carrying her bag, looking around for her dad she sat down happily smiling. Thomas came down a few minutes later with a slightly larger bag. Rise was pretty sure she had heard him in the attic briefly, before he joined her a large smile on his face. "Are you ready to go?" he said smiling widely, "I think we are going to have a perfect time." Taking her hand he led her out with their bags and once loaded he locked the door and drove off towards the cabin. They stopped once at a local grocer and picked up enough food for about a week, and were on their way once more. Rise was curled up in the back seat, she was not one for long car rides she got to hot which in turn made her feel sick. So she just went to sleep, she was stretching out her top riding high just under her breasts. She was grinning and muttering words which sounded like, more papa more but one could not be too sure as her voice was low. Thomas looked back at his daughter in the mirror she was so beautiful the spitting image of her mother. He could not help but think that them finding each other in this way was a blessing. HE felt no guilt for loving his daughter in such a way only joy, in knowing that she loved him in the same way. As they arrived at the cabin, he quietly exited the car and opened his door to get out. Closing it softly and then grabbing their things taking them inside. Once everything was inside he moved back to the car and brushed his hand across Rise's cheek. "Rise honey were here. Let's go inside I already brought everything in." As she stirred he took her hand and helped her up as he did her face came close to his, and he kissed her." I'm glad you brought me up here it just feels right being here with you." Rise woke and yawned she looked up at him and got up smiling, she kissed him softly then giggled softly. "Really you was the one to being me here, but ya I know what you mean this should be great fun" she said kissing him softly as he held her close. She sighed "this is going to be great, we will have some fun and be together without worry" she said then pulled away she went inside and looked around sighing softly. She could just see her mum cooking here, cleaning then yelling at her and her dad for not doing anything but then giving them cake. Thomas chuckled and let her escape inside. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and exhaled slowly. It was nice to be back it had been too long. It felt right being here with Rise while she was his daughter she was also an adult. While people would judge them if they found out he knew in his heart it was right. Moving back inside he found Rise looking around." Brings back memories doesn't it. It's been a long time since we were here last. It's time for us to make some new memories now. How about we start by you helping me get this groceries put away." "Ok" she said and picked up one of the bag and started to put it all away, she was humming as she worked softly. When she was done she went and lay on the chair she was still tried from her nap, so she turned the TV on to see what was on. She finds a cool movie and grinned, she loved watching films here it was so warm inside the cabin, and it just felt nice to relax. As Rise helped put the groceries away Thomas brought in wood and started a fire in the fireplace, and stacked more wood inside as well. Once he was finished organizing everything he found her sitting in a chair watching TV he chuckled, and moved upstairs to the master bedroom his wife and he had shared, to put away the things they had brought along as well. Rise smiled as she movie came to an end, she got up and headed up to her old room. She blinked when she saw a box on the bed and walked over, picking it up she saw it had her name on in her sums handwriting. She opened it and found a letter, which said she had been saving this for rise for a long time. She opened the box to find a dress she smiled, her mum loved hiding gifts around places she must have hid this one before she died and seeing as her and her dad never came up here she never found it she smiled and hugged it softly. Thomas had not seen Rise a while and noticed the movie was over so made his way through the cabin until he found her in her room a dress in her hands. "That looks pretty, not really a camping outfit though. I had expected you would stay with me in my bedroom while we were here. You don't need to do anything in here unless you want to." A moment later he caught sight of the box, and he gasped slightly. "Is that from your mother?" Rise nodded softly AHE held out the dress, "she left it the last time we came up, before she passed" she said softly smiling. The dress had two parts it was a short blue dress which went to just above her knees, but then linked to the back it came down like of like a cape to almost touching the floor. It had no sleeve and was held up by her breast alone, it had a sliver/white line of gems going from the top to her hip at an angel. She smiled softly, "she did always love putting me in girly dresses, at less she remembered I like the color blue" she said softly as she hung the dress up looking at it. "It is like a prom dress" she said softly, looking it over she smiled knowing for a fact it would still fit he which was great. The dress:Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Thomas smiled as Rise admired the dress. It was probably for one of her school dances and they had missed it. He felt based suddenly realizing that he had let his own grief prevent Rise from finding it sooner. "It's truly beautiful just like you. Why don't you try it on? I'm sorry it took so long for you to find it Rise. I realize nohow much you missed out on since your Mom passed I was so focused on my own grief. Furthermore, I am so sorry for checking out like I did." Rise blinked and hugged him, "don't be sorry dad you did your best, after all had you said less come up here I would never have come. The pain was bad for me as well," she said softly as she turned back to the dress. She stripped her clothes off then pulled on the dress, she spans around as it flies out around her as she did giggle "what do you think papa" she said softly smiling. Thomas watches she stripped down admiring her body. A smile spreading across his face he was addicted to her, and he knew it after not being with a woman for so long just her presence aroused him and as she finished changing his arousal was obvious with a glance down." You look line a beautiful princess. Your mother always had a knack for picking just the right things for you. Too bad there is nowhere around here to take you out in that dress. Though in all honesty taking you anywhere other than my bed right now is not likely. Perhaps when we get back home." Reaching forward he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply his tongue moving into her own mouth as his hands moved down her back to her ass grabbing firmly and holding her against him. Rise giggled and then moaned when she was pulling into his arms, she wished happily nuzzling closer to him gasping lightly as she kissed him happily moaning. "O papa" she moaned as she held onto him, she then pulled away giggling. She nuzzled close to him "less go to bed so you can show me how much you like the dress" she purred softly, she pulled away and took his hand and lead him to the master bedroom she stopped in front of the bed and turned around softly showing her body off to him. "Mmm come on papa less have some wicked fun" she purred, she was hot and aroused now and wanted more. Thomas needed no motivation. His cock was hard and showing through his jeans. Moving forward he kissed her again, as his hands pushed the top of the dress over her beautiful firm breasts his hands caressing and groping the flesh and pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers, as he kissed her hard. "MMM baby I want you to pull my pants down and suck my cock Rise wearing your pretty dress. Then I am going to fuck you good and hard." Thomas mouth moved down to suckle at her breasts until she had moved to her knees his hands moving into her hair. Rise moaned and slid to her knees, she undid his pants and pulled them down pulling his cock free. She moaned as she licked the head teasing him a little before she sucked it into her mouth moaning happily. She looked up at him as she sucked and licked at it, using her hand to pull and roll his balls wanting to please him. Furthermore, she pulled away to breath and licked the tip before sucking ti all the way into her mouth and swallowing around the head. Thomas moaned as she began to work at his cock his hair moving through her hair and guiding her deeper and deeper on his length. When she pulled back he moaned and smiled at her. As she moved forward once more and took his entire length into her mouth and swallowed he moaned loudly. "Oh Baby that feels so good, don't stop Rise." His hands in her hair tightening slightly but not painfully as he began to push deeper into her throat. Rise moaned and whimpered around his cock happily, she purred softly as she teased him loving the feeling of his hand in her hair. She looked up at him smiling, she loved how much she could please him. She lifted her hands to rub them over his hips, then moved on down to roll and pull on his balls softly loving the feeling so much. Thomas continued to moan as Rise gave him head his hands helping to guide her down his length as she's caressing his balls. "Oh good god Baby that feels so amazing you keep that up and Papa is going to cum." Thomas began to move his hips as well each time his cock penetrating deep into his daughters' throat, before pulling back and thrusting into her again. Rise whimpered around him happily, begging for him to cum with her eyes. She wanted to taste him so bad, she went on working him faster now. Moving her hand to rub the base of his cock as her mouth went to the tips before swallowing his whole cock down again and swallowing around the head to please him. Thomas saw the hunger in Rise's eyes and relaxed his body stopping holding back, and let her pleasure him completely within a matter of moments he moaned loudly as she felt the first jet of his cum shot into her mouth and slide down her throat with the force of his ejaculation. As he did his hands clasped in her hair and held her there as wave after wave of his cum erupted inside her mouth. After the first few jets he relaxed his grip, but his cock continued to cum a massive load filling her mouth, as Thomas moaned his knees shaking from the pleasure of his release. Rise moaned and sucked hard and drunk him down, groaning happily when he was done at last she licked him clean. She got up and turned him around pushing him into the bed, she moved over the top of him grinning as she kissed him deeply. "I love you papa" she said softly in his ear as she nipped it playfully, she purred happily. Thomas kissed her back. "I love you to Rise. Now why don't you mount up and we CNA see about getting you off as well baby. I want to feel your tight young sex on my hard cock." Thomas shifted her weight so she was straddling his cock the length pressed against her sex. Rise moaned as she moved, she kissed him as she slowly slid her self down onto his cock. "So good papa" she moaned as she felt him sliding in deep into her. She whimpered softly, rolling her hips and made her self go tight around him moaning again as pleasure shot throw her. Thomas moaned loudly as she sank down his length and clamped her vaginal walls around his cock. "Oh baby." he exclaimed as his hands moved to her hips, and he sat slightly upright taking one of her nipples into his mouth, and biting on it gently. Slowly he began to slide his cock in and out of her tight sex, his hands on her hips holding her as he took turns at her breasts with his mouth.

A Father's Love (JaredSyn & rachels270692)|rating:2.0

The Fires of Spring

This is a private 1x1 between Jimmy: and me. Kaci Marks bio Kaci is a fifteen-year-old high school honor student who is also a 'half' like Danny Benton, the only difference is- she completely denies being a 'half' or any part ghost. Which brought about her and ghost-half acting more like MPD, or multiple personality disorder. Any time Kaci is unconscious, and I do mean anytime, whether she fainted or if she's just sleeping, her ghost-half can take over and do what she pleases. She can also flicker in when Kaci gets heated. Her parents, much like the Fen tons, are ghost hunters and somewhere while trying to do their thing, Kaci got involved and ended up becoming a half. .and because Kaci cannot come to terms with being a half, her ghost-half is quite relevant, like most of the ghosts in the ghost zone. All she really wants is to be noticed by her other half, which is the biggest reasons why she's so head-over-heels for Ember. They want the same thing and have quite a lot in common. ---------- Post added 05-26-2017 at 09:29 PM ---------- It had been a week since the lab that Kaci's parents had almost exploded, and she hadn't helped them with any experiments since the accident. Normally, the science projects her parents had been successful- but this last one was a huge failure. She wasn't even sure what the project was, only that she started having major headaches afterward. Probably due to the explosion. She hadn't told her parents about the headaches, and she hadn't told Jasmine Benton about the failed experiment. Speaking of which-she was on her way to the Benton's right now to study for a test coming up, with Jazz. Her friend had invited her since they were in the same class, and were the two smartest girls in their class. It was funny really. She just hoped Jazz didn't start rambling about the ghost kid again-it kind of got under her skin. And Jazz understood why. Since Danny Phantom started becoming popular, it's all anyone ever talked about, including her parents who used to be normal scientists. But now they were buddies with Jack and Maddie, and seemed to be getting more caught up with ghosts then their actual experiments. Evangeline Willows BioJazz was waiting for her friend to stop by, there was a major test coming up, and the two needed to study. Well actually they didn't have to study, but it gave them an excuse to hang out after school and just talk. Once the doorbell rang Jazz ran down the stairs catching it before Danny who was closer until his sister got in the way. "Hey Danny, why don't you go out for a while, Kaci is coming over and like I said she doesn't want to listen about 'the ghost boy'." With that Jazz opened the door before Danny could protest, he had planned to go after Vlad today anyway, well more like to see what he was up to. Lately he had been going over there a lot just to see what he was up to and so far he wasn't up to any ill deeds. Danny left just as the door opened as he flew in ghost form but invisible so not to alert his family. "Kaci, glad you could make it. Danny went out to visit an old friend and parents are out ghost hunting miles away from us. Ready to study?" Jimmy: how do you like the title? Kaci smiled at the sight of her best friend and relaxed some. Here, she could relax. Kaci was the least a year younger than Jasmine, but her off-the-grid testing scores got her a seat in the same class as the Benton girl. That's how they met and easily became friends, almost instantly. She raised an eyebrow at the mention of her brother, and shrugged it off as she joined the girl inside. "Yeah, if we actually needed to study." Kaci joked with a light smirk. Nova_Alchemist: title is good. Jazz laughed a little "Yeah that's true, so what do you want to do today?" Jazz hadn't planned anything unless the two was going to go shopping but anytime anyone left the house lately it would wind up with a ghost showing up. Though she was used to it so she didn't care much "There is a festival starting today, they've already set up if you want to do that." Evangeline stood outside wearing a knee-length skirt blue skirt with a lighter shade of blue blouse that looked good on her with matching black flats. She had been up a lot earlier than she had planned that morning as she focused solely on the rising sun, that was until she felt a shift in energy realizing it was just Vlad. "Good morning, what are you doing up so early?" he asked her as she shrugged "Enjoying the view" "Beautiful isn't it?" he asked her as she nodded then replied "Come on, I will make some breakfast. We may have a visitor later on, we want to be content." she smiled leading the way back into the house catching his curiosity as in who. Kaci tilted her head lightly at the mention of a festival starting. "A festival?" She asked curiously, her eyebrows arched slightly. "You'd think they'd mention that at school or something." She mused, sitting on the edge of Jazz's bed. Kaci shrugged and glanced at her friend. "Would you want to? -to go, I mean." She asked, then fumbled a little with her words. If they did end up going, it'd be her first one since she was a child. Her parents never found the time to take their young daughter to such events.and Jazz was kind of like a big sister-since she moved to Amity Park. Which has been most of her life. Her parents being friends with Jack and Maddie was entirely new though...and annoying. ---------- Post added 06-29-2017 at 08:19 PM ---------- Jimmy: ^~^ Nova_Alchemist: Now I am over here lol"Probably didn't want kids to stop studying or something." Jazz rolled her eyes being able to picture that in her mind. "I was so hoping you'd say that." Jazz smiled adding "Should we head out now or later?" Jazz asked, at least she got her permit so she was able to drive them there, or they could even walk, it wouldn't be that far away. Jazz was wearing her red hair with a blue headband to match her blue jeans. A black long sleeve like she always wore with her matching black flats. Jazz's blue eyes looked at Kaci while her bag sat on the floor next to her feet.SPOILERXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Jimmy:Kai's hazel eyes lit up when Jazz expressed going to the festival, showing her own contained excitement. "Let's go now, before the booths get backed up." She said, sharing a bright smile with her friend. She even forgot to consider the possibilities of the ghost-boy showing up- but she didn't care to think about it now. This girl was too focused on getting to go to her first festival with her best friend. Kaci stood and stretched. "This will be my first festival, but don't worry about losing me- I'm not some energized brat." She mused softly, not really meaning anything by it, but she knew how Jazz sometimes saw her as childish and parents often worry about losing their kids in the excitement of a festival. She was still smiling. Jazz smiled glad to have gotten her license in the same year "I'll drive, come on. Parents finally let me get a car." Jazz lead they way to her blue convertible, and she was happy to have such a good car. She just hoped no ghosts would try to destroy it or anything, otherwise she didn't have insurance on ghosts. Jazz got in putting her seatbelt on knowing they would get there faster this way than walking. She saved up all her money she heard on this car and Danny for some odd reason unknown helped out too.~ Later at the festival ~Jazz finished driving them as she parked the car unbuckling her seatbelt ready to get out. "Are you ready? There will be games, rides, and so much more here. We'll even eat here and all that." Jazz said as she got out of the car.(sped things up a bit) Jimmy: (OMG, I had no idea you posted >so sorry~)Kaci nodded and quickly followed after her friend. She got into the car, buckled up, and just enjoyed the short car ride. The car was gorgeous! Had a nice set of speakers too. She just couldn't believe that Jazz had gotten her license. Once they arrived at the festival, Kaci got out of the car and glanced at Jasmine as she spoke. She was so happy, she couldn't wipe the childish grin off her face. "I am so ready!" She chirped, walking over to Jazz. Kaci glanced in the direction of the fun, then back at her best friend. "What should we do first?" She asked curiously. She wanted to try everything, but doubted there would be enough time, so she just wanted to make the best of it. Nova_Alchemist: It's keel lol we'll just keep pinging each other. I like pings it helps." Well the festival is here for a week and this is day two of it being here, so after today we have six more days of it being up. It usually stays up a week, since the ghosts around here show up a lot they get more business this way even if things get destroyed. Somehow they get magically fixed and we're not sure how. But I learn not to ask questions as such." Jazz said as they went up to a get their hand stamped and then to buy tickets. She bought a bunch for the rides knowing the games would cost money not tickets, so she had that planned. "Well there is the house of mirrors, duck shooting, balloon popping, or we can do rides first then do games so we don't have to hold onto our stuff." Jazz suggested. Jimmy: yeeaaaxD or you know, ping me if I haven't posted in a week or two >haha ^^''Pooh, since it's a festival-what if we brought in freak show??one of us could play him while the other played.um. Whatshername ^^ Kaci blinked a couple of times. 'A whole week?' She thought, curious. Then she mentioned ghosts wrecking the place, which is why the festival was running for the length it was. Kaci couldn't help rolling her eyes as she followed Jazz to get their tickets for the rides. Kaci smirked lightly and glanced at her friend. "House of Mirrors sound fun, let's just not get separated-alright?" She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as she voiced her thoughts on staying together. Nova_Alchemist: just winging it. Freakshow and uh the rock chick? Ember Spectra? There are a few females. Jazz paid for tickets giving some to Kaci and nodded to the fact that they should stay together. Who knows if a ghost appears or not and what would they do? Though Jazz was in a family of four ALWAYS dealing with ghosts directly or indirectly and sometimes she wished she could be part ghost, but other times reminded her she didn't want to. Looking around she wondered out loud "Now where is the hall of mirrors?" usually it was closer to the entrance than to the back. Vlad had waited throughout the day for Danny Phantom or Preston to arrive to battle once more. Though he did look forward to it, he grew rather bored with their usual routine. "Angel?" "Hm?" it was later in the morning now after they had their breakfast and now were drinking tea by the fireplace inside with the windows opened on a gorgeous morning. "Has the ghost boy-uh I mean Danny show up yet?" Shaking her head while still looking at her book "You really do treat him more like a son, don't you?" Vlad's eyes flashed "Of course not." "Sure you do, you don't like other ghosts fighting him, you always try to show him you're better than his father, and you have said you wish you would have had a chance with Maddie. So that plus trying to teach him things that they cannot let alone can accept him for. Well, I believe I made my point." Vlad stayed silent during all this, he wasn't sure how to respond to that, but in a way it did sound like that. Jimmy: the ping didn't work x.no no, not them..... Lydia! That's her name. I can play freak show, alkali happily stayed near Jazz as they walked around the fairground. She blinked when Jasmine mentioned the House of Mirrors entrance. Kaci lifted her head and glanced around, trying to help her find it. Then she noticed the tall entering, and she pointed a head. "Is that it?" She asked curiously, glancing at the slightly older female. Kaci gently took her hand and lead her to the entrance, without pulling her too hard. This was where she wanted to go first, so Kaci didn't mind experiencing it first. They could find something else afterward. A tall tent caught the corner of her hazel eyes as they neared the house of mirrors, and she couldn't help but gaze in the direction of the tent. There was a sign nearby that said "Gothic" but she couldn't quite read the rest. "Yep that's it, ready to go?" Jazz was already walking towards it taking Kaci's hand as they were about to enter until Jazz realized she was looking elsewhere. "Do you want to go in the mirror hall or that cool looking tent?" Jazz asked her friend waiting for her response. Jazz realized she liked the sing of the tent wanting to go inside as well, there was a music melody she could hear that she was drawn to.-------------------------------------Danny didn't realize the government ghost gang was chasing him as he flew in the direction of Vlad Master's home. Aiming a ghost like weapon at him as he was reaching Vlad's property - a pulsing force shot him in the back throwing him into the ground just half a mile to Vlad's property. Hearing the crash Vlad quickly glanced in the direction changing into his ghost form as Evangeline stood up from her gardening. Vlad had left so quickly she smiled to herself thinking 'Here we go again' and changed into her ghost form as well flying along until she found Vlad floating in the air glancing down at a hurt Danny Phantom. "Vlad, they're after him. Don't just stand there, help him!" Danny changed back to his human form hurt, bruised, and in pain. Obviously. Vlad went after them attacking them to try and make them leave while Evangeline watched over Danny. Kaci blinked and brought her attention back to Jazz, and the House of Mirrors. She shook her head slightly to focus, but the music from the tent really had her interested. "You know what-let's go to the tent." She said after a moment of deciding what she wanted to do. She began to walk towards the tent, figuring that Jazz would be right behind her. Somehow, it seemed to call her, in a way. She noticed the pale man standing in the center of the circus ring, doing an introduction to Circus Gothic, and also noticed that most of the people inside were goths or emos. She glanced at her friend, wondering if she was still interested in the show. Jazz nodded "Alright then, I can't see it being too bad. Besides, we're here to have fun, right?" Jazz spoke up as she walked with Kaci by her side. Jazz was getting curious about the tent now, she was able to hear something inside but wasn't sure what. There was noise inside, probably the crowd and then the entertainment. Going inside through the tent flaps entrance she made sure Kaci stayed with her. The government ghost hunters fought with Vlad for some time before being knocked out and moved to a place farther away from the house. Vlad went back to find Evangeline and Danny gone, only knowing Evangeline must have taken the kid to the house to treat him. She was always kindred about others especially Danny for some reason. Changing back into his human form he went into the house using the front door and shutting it behind him. Jimmy: ping~ ^~^ Kaci was getting a little nervous as they walked the tent, and quickly found a seat for the both of them, just as the freak in the center finished up the introduction. The first thing she noticed were the ghosts as they came out from the shadows. He introduced himself as Freak show, and the ghosts were his assistants. She didn't know how to feel about that. The show was interesting, in the least. But, the more he Ward around that staff, Kaci's headache returned. At some point, she put her hands on her head, and ducked her head a little in hopes that no one would pay her any mind. As being able to sense her distraught, he pointed to Kaci with his staff after asking for a volunteer for a trick. Kaci lifted her head once the spotlight was on her, and stared at the !am. "M-me?" She voiced, clearly surprised. "C'mon down!" He said. Lydia went over to her and pulled her up, causing Kaci to mentally flip. She had to calm down to avoid causing a scene. She glanced at her friend before being picked up by the ghost girl and carries down to the rink. "Put me down!" Kaci voiced, before Lydia put her down on her feet. Kaci was beginning to not like this idea. Jazz sat watching the show keeping only a couple inches away from Kaci as to give space to both of them. Though she was alright with staying close as for a sisterly feeling that is. Jazz wasn't sure what was going on but the fact Kaci got to go on stage seemed like a good idea and even though Jazz was used to having headaches around ghosts, she didn't pay this headache any mind. Jazz then wondered if this was a good idea if Kaci was against it. Jazz had ridden with ghosts before either to be kidnapped or saved, so this wasn't anything new to her. Quickly Jazz pulled out her phone to contact her brother to hopefully get him to come to the rescue, but before she could. Freak show aimed the staff towards her way as if choosing her for something yet no one moved. In Jazz' mind everything slowed and became frozen as she was locked in a hypnotic state. She wished she would have realized this all sooner being aware even while frozen, but now she could tell she needed to pay more attention. Unable to move yet only think or phone fell to the floor dialing up Danny's number. It was obvious Danny wasn't picking up the phone as it went to an answering machine and then back to a black screen.(sorry mother wouldn't shut up) Jimmy: it's okay ^~^ Also, I think that staff only affects ghosts x.Kai followed the disguised Lydia down to the rink, once she was put down. She kept her eyes on the floor, nervously rubbing her hands with her thumbs. Whatever this was, she didn't like it. Her hazel eyes met the glowing red orb, and she zoned out, her thoughts dispersing, her eyes turning red. Not that anyone would notice. He was saying something about a disappearing act, and one of his circus acts brought over a tall box with three doors. Typical vanishing closet, only this wasn't a magic show. It was a circus. So something was bound to happen. She stepped inside, he closed the doors and said the magic words. When he opened the doors, Kaci was gone and out stepped a tall, pale girl with long black hair, and a Gothic outfit. She opened her ruby eyes and smirked as the crowd cheered. She glanced at Jazz as Freak show's staff pointed her out, and she casually approached the girl in the row of seats. Furthermore, she held a hand out to her. "He wants you in the next act." She said. Jimmy: there's also this one lol :3 Nova_Alchemist: give me a day or two to work on getting into the show again. The Christmas movie should be out too so I'll start getting back into my motivation and mood for it. I need to be able to refocus on Danny phantom without pairing Danny and Vlad...XD The staff didn't affect humans but Freak Show was taken down before, so he must have had a new...wait what was that? Jazz' eyes went straight for the amulet around his (freak show's) neck sending her into a half jazz once more after snapping out of it. Jazz left her cellphone on the ground as she took the other girl's hand not saying a word. Following her back on stage she waited for her part to play in the circus wondering what they were going to do? Was she going to become just like them? A part of her seemed to like the idea, the other part made her wonder if that was really the case. Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:The dark haired girl smirked lightly and lightly took hold of her hand and led her down the aisle back down to the show. The man thought about doing something like the tight rope he did with Danny and Sam, only different since the dark haired girl seemed a little more malicious than Danny, even under his power. What could he do though? "What is your name dear child?" Freak show asked the dark haired ghost girl, once her and Jazz stood before him. "Star." She answered in a bored tone. He smirked. "Well Star, Jazz, welcome to my show!" He greeted as if cheerful to have them as volunteers in his next act. The lights went off for several long minutes before turning back on, and revealing a two girls standing at the ends of a tightrope several feet off the ground., wearing blindfolds "You two, shall walk the Tightrope of Doom, blindfolded!" He said with a mischievous grin. Jazz didn't react to what Freak show said though the crowd did cheer, some sounded surprised, and others frightened that they may fall. Jazz could feel the warmth between their hands giving her a bit of comfort. The question was would they be walking with each other side by side or more like towards each other from opposite sides?(this has been a super long time, I created the thread with you Nova_Alchemist: i you wish to continue it I'm trying to get my life back on track. Things have been hell, work is now double hell - I'm usually tired no matter what time I come home anymore. Pharmacy is busy, I got moved up and I try so hard not to fall apart. If you wish to keep doing this, cool, if not I understand I didn't realize it's been almost a year. I'm so sorry there should be no excuse for all the time I made you wait) ((I think we should have it where Danny tries to call Jazz and wants to try and find her when she doesn't answer her phone x3 like he has a bad feeling about why she called?)) Freakshow grinned as the girls stood up on the tightrope. "If the girls should make it across the tightrope, I shall let them go back to their seats. However, if one of both should fall, and the other fails to catch them, then I hope their family isn't here." The man laughed wickedly at his twisted joke. Star gave Jazz's hand a squeeze before slowly beginning to lead her along the tightrope. She was under his control, and he wanted her to keep Jazz close. (I thought we did, let me re-run through this)Danny, under whatever circumstances that were being held, realized he missed a call from his sister and decided to call her back. It started ringing...ringing....kept ringing until an automated voice sounded through the other side. "We're sorry, but this number has been disconnected, please re-dial your party's extension, or try your call at a later time. Thank you and have a nice day." Danny had just arrived at Vlad's an hour ago and wondered what could have happened in that small-time that involved her phone being deactivated. Standing up, getting Vlad and Evangeline's attention, he quickly said "I have to go, something is wrong with Jazz." Vlad glanced over at Evangeline "Why don't we go along with? It would be nice to get out of the house for a bit." meaning off the property and not just outside in the sun. Or stars. Whichever it was. "Of course" Evangeline closed her book that she was huddled up against on the couch while placing it on the table near her and standing up. "You don't mind, do you Danny?" Evangeline asked as Danny stood there for a moment calculating the odds then shook his head. "I would actually like that. Thanks." Danny said going ghost without his usual battle cry thanks to a few pointers from Vlad. Pretty much everyone knew nothing of Danny going over to Vlad's all the time. Mostly on the weekends, not even his friends had any ideas, let alone his sister. Evangeline's hair went from blonde to white with icy blue streaks in a high braided ponytail. Her blue-green eyes changed as well. The left eye turned yellow, the right one turned white. Her outfit changed from a sweet country girl appearance to a black short sleeve romper (shorts at the bottom and a back skirt piece covering her bottom from the back side), a white belt looping around her waist in a Celtic knot twist with gold sparkles here and there, and a semi hidden faded symbol over her chest that was covered up. The yellow symbol stood for yin yang which resembled balance, though it couldn't be seen well. Her legs were mostly covered in black socks going over her knees and matching black ankle boots with a darker shade to them. From her wrists to her elbows were white ribbons lacing through and tying at the end. Vlad transformed next into his usual appearance as the three turned invisible to float through the walls and ceilings of the rather large mansion. The trio made their way to location of Jazz's cellphone luckily she kept her location tab always open just in case except during rare times. Just in case anything ghost wise would come up. He kept trying to call her while trying to speed faster though he almost ran into a tree if it wasn't for Vlad blasting the tree away. "Pay attention Daniel. If I wasn't here, you'd have run into that tree with a hard knock." "Sorry, wasn't thinking." "I know you're worried about your sister, but you can't help her if you are injured as well." Vlad spoke keeping his pace close with Evangeline knowing she could easily bypass the two boys. Jazz was distracted, though it wasn't her first time up high after being saved all the time. But this time she wasn't being saved, she had to be the one to save the victim...she wasn't only human though. Jazz used to wish all the time to be a ghost and not be so helpless. Though she knew what that would entitle as well especially with her family. Jazz squeezed her hand back in reassurance letting her know that they would get through this. They had finally made it a fourth of the way there, and it was going rather fine. Nova_Alchemist: hope this is okay. (Jimmy: it's fine :3)Star continued to ease across the tightrope with Jazz's hand in hers. If Jazz fell, she could easily catch her since she was a ghost. If not for the blindfold. Either way, if one fell they were both going down. (I tried to work in details to make it better lol)Nova_Alchemist: here we go again. Jazz noticed a shift in the wind around them but couldn't see anything, though Jazz' own blindfold fell off due to Freak show's command of his staff. He must have wanted her to see how high up they were to instill fear in her to get them both to fall. She almost stopped, his plan was working if fear was the key, and it was. An evil grin upon his face as he cast a minor ghost illusion spell only Jazz could see. She saw the rope tearing slightly apart as she squeezed Star's hand losing her balance dragging the other one with her as if trying to stay upright. The balance was over as the two fell towards the bottom of the inside of the tent. Jazz almost removed Star's blindfold but if they were going to die she didn't want her friend to see what it was they were about to hit. It seemed that Freak show had other plans leaving electricity coating a small pool below for one final effect. Jazz then realized after a heart rushing moment that almost made her pass out, she was floating in the air. No longer holding hands with her best friend. Jazz had been caught by Evangeline as Danny had caught Star removing her blindfold then his attention catching Freak show. (Jimmy: star and Kai are two different persons, kind of like MPD. Jazz doesn't know star is a part of Kai :p)Star was still under the control of Freak shows staff, so when they began to fall she had no idea. Her mind had been closed off until his control loosened, and the blindfold had been removed. Star blinked and quickly noticed Danny Phantom holding her. Anger instantly bubbled inside of her and Freak show raised his staff, commanding his assistants to go after Phantom, and he had Star under his control once more. Star wiggled out of his hold and floated on her own, flying at the white haired ghost boy. (okay so jazz will stay focused on the one who caught her, who is jack? o. O)Danny was caught off guard as Star slammed into him taking them both down into the stands as the humans ran out in panic not sure what was going on. If ghosts were involved then that would mean the humans should leave for safety. "Are you alright?" Evangeline spoke to the redheaded girl looking around for her friend but didn't see her "Where's Kaci?" Jazz asked not seeing her, she knew this was a bad idea to get separated and wait...was she being held by a ghost? "Don't freak out okay, its bad enough that...wait... Plasmus, what are you doing?" Plasmas somehow wound up under Freak show's mind control attacking Jazz and Evangeline who dodged it." Oh no, he's trapped too. This isn't good." Evangeline stated "Wait, you're a ghost so how come you aren't affected by the staff?" "Oh I am blind sweetie, in both forms. Like your brother I take on two forms, human and ghost but my eyesight is forever gone. So I guess since I'm blind it's the only thing keeping me safe. Though we better hurry and get your brother out of the way of that staff, or he might be next." Evangeline had no idea what to do, she knew how to get Plasmas to snap out of it, but she didn't know how to get the other ghost girl to snap back. Unless she destroyed the staff in which she doubted would be an easy thing to do. The question remained, who should she save first? Danny Phantom or Plasmas or the ghost girl? Bringing the other ghosts might help but if they saw the staff then they would be trapped as well. So no luck there. Nova_Alchemist: (Jimmy: it was supposed to say Kai >Even without the staff, Star couldn't stand the half, much like others of turn this zone. But, no one knew that except Freak show. It was how he so easily controlled her. Star pinned Danny with her hand around his neck until she felt something hard knock her off of him. "Get off him!" Sam happened to be in the stands since she had seen the tent before, and found something to throw at the dark haired ghost girl to get her off of Danny before going to him and helping him up. "You've got to get out of here, now Danny!" She said seriously. Nova_Alchemist: not sure how Kaci fixed to Jack but okay I'll keep that in mind for the future lol Danny stood up after struggling with the girl "No. If I leave now, everything will be lost." "And if you don't this time, you may not be able to get away" Jazz stated as Evangeline put her down blocking Plasmas' attacks towards them. "Go. Jazz, Sam, Danny. The three of you get out of here, I will keep my word and find your friend Kaci Jazz. But I need you all to leave now." "Who are you?" Tucker asked but Danny tried to go back into the fight until he was hit down by Plasmas. Evangeline caught him while using a ghost move to teleport the remaining children of the tent and far enough away. To the house of the Fen tons but inside Danny's bedroom. Once she knew they were safe, Evangeline looked at the other ghosts wondering how this was going to go down.(this wasn't in my plans for the plot but I'm kinda digging the ghost battle lol - if it helps you can control Plasmas) (Jimmy: Lola XD)Sam blinked as she found herself, Jazz, Tucker and Danny back inside of Danny's bedroom. What the hell. "How does she do that?" Sam asked aloud, before shaking her head and glancing at Danny. "Are you okay?" She asked, seeing him get hit by Plasmas.---Star soon figured out that she wasn't in control of her own mind, and she didn't like it. FReak show had used his assistants as a cover to escape, and soon his assistants also left and his control over Star and Plasmas faded. She was still pretty angry about letting Phantom get away, and she recognized the white haired ghost girl from a time or two ago. She was wait the Phantom boy a lot, wasn't she? So, she went for her. "Tell me where Danny Phantom is." Nova_Alchemist: stories and side conversations being kept up with lol Danny switched from his ghost form to human falling back onto his bed groaning in pain from the direct hit. He didn't say anything as Jazz came to his side along with Tucker, Sam was already there. "I want to know where Kaci is" Jazz was really concerned even if she trusted or not trusted the female ghost that got her to safety with her friends and brother. Evangline dodged the attack "Why? What did he do to you?" Plasmas watched confused at what had just happened here. "Wait, where did everyone go?" Apparently he didn't remember what had happened yet. He didn't remember blasting Danny down either, and after he had taken so long to win the boy's trust. Plasmas noticed no one was around except the two female ghosts fighting in the air and realized the child was trying to harm Evangeline so he waited. He knew how this would pan out most of the time. "Why do you want him? If you tell me I might just tell you where he is." She was going to bait her into answering or not. Jimmy: Adam frowned, knowing what it meant when he did that. She glanced at Jazz. "Maybe she ran out with the crowd when everyone else fled." She suggested.---Star didn't like the answer she got. What did she want? She wanted him to know what it felt like to be alone. To lose everything like Ember MC Client. She hated him for treating Ember like a criminal and acting as if ghosts and humans were friends. She could feel her other self waking up through, so she left Evangeline be and flew off. Changing back into Kaci soon after leaving the tent, to which Kaci was passed out not far from the tent. Kaci slowly came to and opened her eyes. Her head was spinning and pounding. What the happened? She didn't remember anything after being asked to volunteer for a magic act. Evangeline looked at Plasmas "Really? You don't remember a thing?" Evangeline changed back to her human self, blonde hair to her waist with blue-green eyes and a yellow summer dress with sandals that matched. "No I don't, should I?" Plasmas said then shifted back to Vlad Masters. Evangeline was hoping he'd be strong enough to fight off some mind control, but it seems he wasn't. "Go home Vlad, I'm going to check on the child. Her other friend isn't around, I'm sure she could use some help." Before Vlad could respond Evangeline moved out of the tent looking around for the girl finally seeing her but stopped. A beautiful young woman appeared asking her if she was alright. The woman had brown hair in a high messy ponytail with piercings and a band outfit on. Her eyes were beautifully green as they could get. A t shirt with jeans and black spiked boots. "Are you alright?" her skin was a little on the light side, but she seemed non-threatening.(Nova_Alchemist: gee I wonder who this is, wait WHY are all my girls blind? The eff did I just do? oh, wait race's not lol thank the sun and stars XDDD) (Jimmy: XD wait, I thought ember doesn't like people?? Unless it's not ember Lol)Kaci slowly sat up and glanced at the woman before her, a hand on her head. "I think so." She murmured quietly. Kaci soon realized Jazz wasn't around and glanced around. "Jazz?" She called wearily. Where had her friended go? Did she ditch her? No way. She wouldn't do something like that. Nova_Alchemist: I shall not give away my punch line ;)"Who is Jazz?" The girl asked shaking her head "Well it's good you're okay, what's your name? I'm Em." The brunette spoke as she glanced around seeing no one else near.(Hah aim blocked) Jimmy: locust don't forget about Evangeline Kai managed to stand, still being a bit disoriented. "Jazz is my best friend. We came together, but I guess we got separated during a panic." She murmured quietly. "I don't remember what happened." She murmured. Kaci shook her head lightly and glanced back at the girl. "Kaci, I think." She said with a sheepish smile. "I must've hit my head or something." (Nova_Alchemist: I will not... I forgot what I did with her let me re-read)(oh yeah that's right, I switched over characters)A gentle hand was placed on Kaci's head "Well if that's the case we should probably get you home dear." Evangeline had met Kaci before but never actually conversed with her. "And you, are you alright?" Evangeline spoke to Em who just nodded at the response. "Looks like I'm being beckoned away, I'll have to catch you at a better time Kaci." With that Em jumped into a van with other band looking members and they drove off. Evangeline carefully picked up Kaci "Would you rather me help you find your friend, go to your house, or would you rather visit me until you are back in health?" Evangeline asked hoping it wasn't too many options for the girl, if she (Eva) had to choose she would bring the girl home with her. Jimmy: Kai glanced at Evangeline when she spoke and felt a hand on her head. She briefly glanced at Em as she got into the van and lightly nodded. "Yeah." She murmured, squeaking in surprise when Evangeline suddenly picked her up. "H-hey, I can walk." She murmured. Who was she anyway? Her face was familiar, but they didn't talk much. "I guess it would be better to stay with someone." She murmured, unsure of herself. Her parents wouldn't be home, and she could always text Jazz to let her know she was alright. @Nova_Alchemist'"Alright, you can meet my uh...the other person I'm staying with for a while. He's a gentleman just do me a favor, everyone seems to want to kill him. Try not to." Evangeline knew everyone hated the half ghost boy but wasn't sure how things would work with Vlad and Kaci meeting. She carried the girl to a train station as they would get on board and wait for the ride. It was a quiet ride, very few on it, and no one was bothering them. "Head hurts still?" Danny was out for a while after that, once he realized Vlad attacked him with such an attack...well it really hit him hard mentally. Jazz sighed as she went to her own room texting Kaci "Kaci, are you alright? Where are you, I couldn't find you." Jazz waited while Tucker stayed in Danny's room making it look like the gang was there to study in case his parents came home. Jimmy:Kaci was quiet as the girl carried her, who was ignoring her protest. Once in the train, she leaned back against the seat. She didn't like trains. They made her nauseous. She nodded lightly to her question and glanced at her. "Evangeline. Right?" She asked curiously. "I promise I won't try to kill him, where exactly are you taking me?" She asked quietly. Her phone buzzed, and she read over the text from Jazz. Well, crap.[I'm alright, I hit my head after the circus act. I'm with a friend, I'll catch up with you.] She replied quickly before putting away her phone and closing her eyes. Nova_Alchemist:Evangeline never really listened to anyone, well she did with Vlad a few times but after him attacking Danny...well that's going to take its toll. On both once he remembered. "Yes, you'll see. It's pretty far out, just sleep for now I'll wake you when we get there." Thirty minutes to an hour went by as they finally arrived and Evangeline carried Kaci back to the rather large mansion. Phasing them both through the door without alerting Vlad who seemed to be lost in deep thought. Evangeline carried the child to a guest bedroom taking her shoes off and covering her up. It was a queen size pushed mattress with fluffy pillows, soft with silk pillow cases, and a heavy soft comforter. Once she knew the girl would be fine on her own, after staying with her for a few moments. Evangeline ignored her motherly pull towards all children willing or not to accept her help and went to find Vlad after shutting the door.(Next post will be longer) Jimmy:Kaci listened to the other girl and allowed herself to doze off. She had a weird dream where she met with a black haired girl, and it wasn't a pleasant dream. In her dream she was surrounded by a dark lake and the black haired girl was hovering in front of her dressed in black, red eyes glowing with envy. The girl didn't say anything, and soon Kaci was pushed into the lake. For a moment, she forgot it was a dream and that she had fallen asleep on the train, as she sank to the bottom of the dark lake. She((she'll wake up in my next post)) Nova_Alchemist: that's fine it's time for Vlad and Evangeline not to get along. I'm going to start shortening her name again. Vlad Masters didn't even hear the female other enter the room until she stood in the side corner view of his sight. "Evangeline! Where have you been?" Vlad stood demanding to know, he was worried about her not returning which made her wonder. "Why didn't you evade his mind controlling spell? You are one of the few that could have." "I let my guard down, what does it matter? No one got injured." Evangeline also known as Range or Angel at times shook her head." You are so stupid at times. You try so hard to get Maddie to run back into your arms that you cannot see that the boy you helped take care of. The one that came to you in the times of need. YOU HIT HIM WITH A POWERFUL PLASMA BLAST. You probably scared him if not more, you probably scarred him!" Range turned her back to him "I'm going to my bedroom, come in if you dare, but I'll preannounce my ghostly side if you do." with that Range started walking out of the room, but Vlad caught her by the wrist "I don't care about Maddie anymore, just you and Danny. How do I make it right?" "Stop loving her and go find him." with that she took her leave phasing away from him. She went into the kitchen for some tea. Ember (the ghost) showed up behind Range saying "Told you he was weak" "Shut up" "Or what?" Ember challenged but Range ignored her so she decided to leave the room (Ember). Ember went floating through the halls until she came across a sleeping young girl. Once her hand touched the other's out of curiosity she was thrown into the dream but in her human form. Brown hair and green eyes, badass band outfit and spiked boots. Jimmy:Kaci continued to sleep hard as the lake swallowed her. She couldn't feel anything, only that she was slowly slipping away as another figure entered her dream. Was she drowning? She couldn't tell. The black haired ghost girl watched Kaci sink, then glanced at the brown haired girl. She recognized that outfit even without the flaming hair. How did Ember MC Chain get inside this dream? "How'd you get here?" Star asked. "Good Question, I haven't figured that out just yet." Ember stated looking down at the lake "What are you doing with her?" It was dangerous to get trapped in a dream let alone get close to death.----Range sighed wondering what she was doing here, of course he still loved Maddie after all this time. Even though he was going to claim the boy once more, even just to talk to him Range knew better. She wrote up a letter for the child upstairs ghosting the paper through the floors and walls until it landed on a nightstand.[This is the home of Vlad Masters, he will do you no harm, but I must take my leave for other matters. Here is some water, aspirin, and some crackers to help you feel a bit better. Please get well. -Evangeline]Range knew that this wasn't going to change anything so she walked out of the mansion, a bit dramatic for her taste as she waited. Her ghost half started separating from her body, which wasn't comfortable at all, and then she painted. Her human form that is while her ghost form faded away. She gave up her ghost powers willingly which would hurt her in more ways than one. Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:Star slowly approached Ember and hovered around her briefly before standing. "Gaining my freedom." She murmured. Once Kaci was out of the picture, she could be free as her own person. "And you. You're even more gorgeous in person, Ember McClain." Star said softly. Nova_Alchemist: even though I'm in a moo dim doing good with posts, but I'm noticing my love for drama XD and danger. Em blinked at the name, sure she knew who she was, but she also felt like..." Instead of drowning her, why not talk to her?" Ember had been around Danny Phantom too long to understand two halves were better together than apart for too long. Too long would keep one down or good. Though Ember did take to the compliment.(how do you want this to go? Ember agreeing with star and wreaking havoc or having fun? Or Ember trying to help Kai?) Jimmy: We need Vlad to find Danny or have Eva come back Lolita would help greatly And I'm not sure. I'm just kind of winging it atm star smirked some. "The girl denies my existence every chance she gets. I hate her, and I hate that damn ghost boy." She said. "I don't deserve to be ignored, and neither do you. You're not a bad girl like Phantom wants to label you." She murmured softly. Nova_Alchemist: one dogie. As the short time passed Vlad changed into his ghost form to find Danny, Sam, and Tucker passed out in the boy's room. He quietly snuck in leaving a note making it look like Danny's handwriting. [I will be fine, need time to think. -Danny] Vlad ghosted the boy out of the room realizing he was dreaming and wondered what it was he was dreaming about as they headed back." What if I want to be a bad girl?" Ember asked, truthfully her ghost form revealed once she said that "After what my mother and everyone did to me? It's not just about the ghost boy. It's about all of them leaving me alone." Hatred shown through her eyes. Vlad brought Danny back home not seeing Range outside since he went around the back way from the sky. He was more worried about Daniel than he was about anything or anyone else. Going to the room Vlad stayed in at times, or a second room more like it. He placed Danny down on the bed, how did this come to be? "Daniel, wake up" Vlad was trying to get Danny to wake up but when he wouldn't, he sighed sitting there. Something in the house didn't seem right.(you can control Vlad if you wish, just not range yet) Jimmy: I would rather not lol ^^'Star smirked when Ember's ghost form came out. "You wouldn't have to worry about me, I'm on your side." She said truthfully. "I will remember you if no one else will, Ember McClain. Let me rock with you." She murmured quietly, slowly running a hand through Ember's bright teal flamed hair without getting burned. Soon, Ember would find herself being pushed out of them dream as Kaci tried forcing herself to wake. She wasn't drowning. It was just a dream. It had to be a dream. She had to get back to Jazz. Getting her mind to realize it was dreaming would be difficult, and she didn't have much fight in her. Nova_Alchemist: Kay hang on. Vlad went to check on the other child and Evangeline not sure how either of them was doing. He found the other guest bedroom going in and sitting on the bed. First he checked for a fever but found none. He noticed the child "Kaci Marks, wake up, time to get up child" Vlad spoke to her. Ember left the dream winding up right in the ghost world once more unable to leave for the time being. Jimmy: lol Star noticed the dream shift as Kaci tried to wake. "No, no! I won't lose!" She shouted, using her ghost powers to shoot at the water a few times. "I deserve a chance!" Kaci coughed as she tried to wake up and slowly her hazel brown eyes slowly opened. "Where am I.?" She asked softly. Nova_Alchemist:"There, are you okay?" Vlad asked helping the girl sit up in order to breath easier. Danny in his non-ghost form was a few rooms down the hall still out like a light. "It was just a nightmare, Evangeline must have brought you here to help you. She did mention that, and I took notice of another staying in my home. Looks like she left you some things. How do you feel?" Vlad asked with his dark eyes and silver white hair. Jimmy:Kaci slowly say up with the man's help. It took her a minute to get her bearings. "Like someone tried to drown me." She murmured quietly, glancing at the man. "You're. You're Vlad Masters, do you know Eva?" She asked quietly. Nova_Alchemist: winging most of this by the way. Never planned it out." I do, I'm not sure where she ran off to at the moment but seeing as I have two kids to watch over. She'll have to wait for now." Vlad spoke "How did you meet Evangeline?" Vlad asked wondering if it was at the tent or not. Jimmy: that's ok, same here Kai took a moment to think. "I went to the fair with my best friend, Jazz. Something happened in the tent and I lost consciousness, when I woke Eva offered to let me stay with her. She mentioned not to try and kill you." She murmured quietly, slightly confused. Why would she try and kill Vlad Masters? Or even want to? Nova_Alchemist: I keep telling my brother I'm cleaning my room lmaoVlad had to chuckle at the "try not to kill you" comment she made. "I'm not sure, but since you snapped out of your dream. Are you tired? Hungry?" Vlad had made dinner before, and he was sure it would be easy enough since he made some for others before too. Including Danny. "You wouldn't happen to know a young boy named Danny, would you?" Jimmy: Lola Kai blinked and nodded lightly just as she stomach growled. "Hungry, sir." She murmured shyly. "Danny Benton? I kind of know him, he's Jazz's younger brother, and she's my best friend." She said quietly. Honestly, she was afraid to go back to sleep after the nightmare she had. Nova_Alchemist:"While I make you some food, if I show you to the room he is in, could you wake him for me?" Vlad asked kindly as he stood up ready to move downstairs. He would make food either way but hoping she would try to wake him since he couldn't. Jimmy:Kaci nodded lightly and slowly got out of the bed, using it to help her stand briefly. "I can try to." She murmured, following the man out of the room and to the room where Danny was. She wasn't sure if she could actually wake him or not, but she'd at least try. Nova_Alchemist:Vlad helped her walk and stayed close just in case. Once she was sitting on the bed as well left to go make something for the both of them. Soup would be easier on their stomachs. He just hoped Daniel would wake up. Jimmy:Kaci examined Danny once Vlad left before lightly placing a hand over his forehead. She then closed her eyes and leaned over enough to touch their foreheads together. "Wake up Danny." She murmured quietly. "You got a wake up now." Nova_Alchemist:Range was no long outside, she disappeared from the current property not known or seen. Danny struggled to wake up since he didn't really want to. When his eyes opened he realized someone else was close to him. "Kai?" Danny asked then suddenly remembered Plasmas attacking him and he went quiet. Jimmy:Kaci slowly moved back when Danny woke, and she seemed somewhat relieved that he did. "Hey there." She murmured quietly. Short as hell x.x Nova_Alchemist: very little to work with I know." Ow my head, what happened?" Danny sat fully up still groggy after everything that had happened. Kaci's phone went off [how are you feeling? -jazz] Jimmy: Lola, my posts aren't much better x3Kaci shook her head. "I'm not sure myself. I woke up outside the tent at the fair." She explained quietly. "You're going to be okay?" She asked, concerned and unaware that he and Danny Phantom were one and the same. She only knew him as Danny Benton. Jack wasn't feeling much better than him though, that much could easily be seen. She didn't hear her phone buzz, due to it being in the other room where she was laying down. Nova_Alchemist:"Wait! Where am I?" Danny asked though he knew very well where he was at. Oh man he didn't want to face Vlad so soon. Wasn't he just in his own bed? "Never mind that I think I'll go back to sleep for a bit. You can stay in here if you don't want to be alone. Wait where is jazz?" Danny couldn't comprehend what was happening. Vlad walked in some time later with both of them awake and put two bowls of soup down next to them on a small table nearby. "Oh I am so happy to see you are awake Daniel." Danny said nothing. Jimmy:Kaci blinked, then glanced between Vlad and Danny. She slowly stood and sighed, the mood suffocating her. "I think I'm going to go back to the other guest room." She murmured quietly. Obviously something happened between the two, and they needed to talk, or whatever. She slowly wandered out of the room and made her way back to the other room where she had been. Nova_Alchemist: I just got asked out onto a date. Her phone would be lit up when she got back indicating she would have a text from Jazz. Not just Jazz, but someone else.[Hey I found your number through a friend, wanted to make sure you got home safely and wasn't kidnapped. -Em]----Danny just sat there not saying a word to Vlad, but he almost flinched when Vlad sat on the bed next to him. "We need to talk. I was told I wasn't in my right mind when I attacked you. I shouldn't have let freak show control me so easily, but I did. Furthermore, I'm sorry Daniel, I didn't mean to hurt you. It pains me to know I did hurt you and that you may never forgive me." Jimmy:Kaci checked her phone and texted Jazz first, [Just woke up, feeling a bit better.] She wasn't ready to tell her friend where she was, and she had already told Jazz she was with a friend. She checked the second message and rose an eyebrow. Em? Oh! The girl from the tent, before Eva found her. [I'm at a friend's house, thanks for checking on me.] She replied with a small smirk. Nova_Alchemist: winging the slow moments >.> any ideas for this one?[Welcome, feeling any better? You have to admit that little show that was put on was so cool. However, that guy needs some pointers on fashion - Em]Danny and Vlad spent time talking about what had happened between them and somehow in all this time. Vlad became a father figure to Danny without realizing it. Same with Danny being a son towards Vlad. Evange woke up in floating darkness as she couldn't see or feel anything. She heard voices but didn't get up to figure out where they were. She just enjoyed floating in the empty space. It was cold. Was it the ghost zone? Jimmy: hmm... Not yet lol winging it for now until I can think of something Kai blinked when she checked the message. The show? [I don't remember anything. Just waking up outside the tent. But yea, I'm feeling a little better.] She replied, then laid down and stared up at the ceiling. Nova_Alchemist: Well let's see how this rolls.[Hey tonight my band is playing, well in our garage if you want to come and listen, up to you - Em] Em sent the text waiting on her side, she had the big skull guy looking over her shoulder "You sure she'll take the bait?" "I'm sure we can find a way to get her to our side, besides she hates the ghost boy as much as I do" Ember stated in her human form smiling. Jimmy:[What time, and where's your garage? I'm not making any promises though.] Kaci replied, sighing quietly. Her headache returned, and she rested her hand on her forehead. Nova_Alchemist:[Closer to midnight probably, we like to hit up late, and the place we use is out of reach of civilization. So I'll send you the coordinates just tell no one. I don't want to be shut down. -em] Jimmy:[Yeah, okay. I promise I won't tell.] She texted back. Now she is just waiting for Vlad to finish making her and Danny food. Nova_Alchemist:what they didn't know was that Freak show was planning revenge against Danny Phantom and planned to use it against him by controlling him when his friends were not there. Firs the needed an accomplish, and he had the perfect one in mind. Vlad had a long talk with Danny who in the end halfway forgave him. Enough to go downstairs for food, Vlad told Danny to go get the other child so he did so. "Hey" Danny knocked on the door "Going down for some food, want to come?" Danny was hungry as well. Jimmy:Kaci lowered her arm when she heard the knock and slowly sat up. "Danny?" She asked. "I don't know if I can make it downstairs, will you help me?" She asked. Nova_Alchemist:"Sure" Danny walked over to her helping her out of bed, they made their way slowly down the steps which weren't too long luckily. Once in the kitchen they both stopped, Danny stared at how nice the kitchen looked. There was soup on the table, crackers, a little chili and some side dishes. "Sorry I'm used to making for three instead of one or two." Vlad apologized pulling a chair out for Kaci then one out for Danny. Danny helped Kaci to a chair and pushed her seat in. He took his own seat next to her as Vlad sat down. Everyone was laid out, a small bowl for chili, soup in a larger bowl with bread on the side. And extra sides along with water or juice. Jimmy:Kaci quietly thanked him for the help as they made their way downstairs. She thanked Vlad for moving the chair for her as Danny helped her sit, and looked over their meal. "Wow. It all looks so delicious, sir!" She said with a small smile. "Thank you for having me." She said before slowly beginning to eat. Nova_Alchemist:Vlad sat in silence as Danny said nothing either though he did say "You're quite welcome," he looked over at Danny "Help yourself Daniel" Vlad continued watching the boy eat some chili after saying so.(our plot is slow atm) Jimmy: so true Kolkata ate quietly. She had a little bit of everything before starting to feel a bit better. "Mr. Masters." She murmured quietly. "I can't remember what happened before Evangeline found me outside the tent, except being asked to volunteer for the show. It's like I was knocked out for the whole show." She murmured, glancing at the man before them. "Kaci correct?" Vlad asked bringing up a couple topics "Do you need to call your parents to make sure they know where you are?" Vlad didn't want to be called out for kidnapping a child or making it seem that way. Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:Kaci nodded lightly, then shook her head. "No sir, my friend thinks I'm with a friend so she would've told my parents. I doubt they even realize I'm not home." She answered quietly, lowering her gaze some. Nova_Alchemist:"Why is that?" A simple question Vlad asked that could lead to several possible answers. Danny stayed silent eating knowing this wasn't his conversation to speak into just yet. Jimmy:Kaci was quiet for a moment before balling her hand. "My parents are overly dedicated scientists and ghost hunters similar to the Fen tons. They never leave their lab unless for supplies or to visit the Fen tons." She murmured quietly. Nova_Alchemist:"They visit my parents?" Danny asked wondering if he always just skipped out of the conversation. Then he wondered if he knew her family let alone her. "Do you know young Daniel here?" Vlad asked. Jimmy:Kaci glanced at Danny and nodded lightly, then glanced back at Vlad. "Sort of, we don't talk much. I visit their house to study or hang out with Jasmine, his sister. She's my best friend." She explained. "A couple of weeks ago though. I started to distance myself after an incident in my parents' lab. They wanted my help with a new experiment and it backfired. I don't remember happened." Nova_Alchemist:Danny looked at Vlad knowing about his own secret wondering if it was the same or at least similar. "What kind of accident?" Danny asked not saying who he was yet. Jimmy:Kaci glanced at Danny, then lowered her gaze. "Like I said, I don't remember." She murmured. "I've been getting major headaches whenever I get stressed out." She said. "And before I woke up Mr. Masters mansion, I had a nightmare I was drowning. Tell me, is there something wrong with me?" Nova_Alchemist:Vlad shook his head "I don't believe so, but I do believe you should know something. Danny here is the son of Jack and Maddie Benton. Danny Benton and the brother to Jazz Benton. It seems you both knew each other but didn't." Danny nodded "Yup it's true" Jimmy:Kaci blinked and lifted her head some, glanced at him. "That explains how you knew my name." She semi-joked with Danny. They weren't exactly strangers, maybe that would change after this experience. "Danny, I haven't told Jazz about the accident in my parents' lab. Please, keep that between us. Otherwise, she'll go mother hen all over me." She murmured quietly. Danny chuckled "Don't worry I won't. I do know how she can get. So you don't remember the accident?" Danny asked her as Vlad thought aloud "I wonder if a - what do they call it, a walk through would help?" Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:Kaci smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head. "It's all a blank." She confirmed casually. She glanced at the man curiously. "You think?" She asked. What if it did help, or being asked questions related to what she was doing poor to the accident? That might also help. "I've never really had anyone to talk about it with, either." She admitted shyly. Kaci Marks didn't have many friends other than Jazz. "Evangeline is better than I am at this, but I'm sure after dinner we could try it if you want?" Vlad suggested while eating his food so that it wouldn't get cold. The light in the room was a warm shade but light enough, so everyone could see clearly. Danny was eating more chili than the rest, he really did like chili. He had trusted Vlad for the last year and so far it hadn't backfired on him. Almost, but didn't. Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:Kaci had finished eating, so now she was really just sitting and talking. She had eaten a decent bit, but not a lot. She nodded some to his offer and smiled some. "Thank you, Mr. Masters." She murmured shyly. Nova_Alchemist:"Vlad, just call me Vlad" no one not even Evangeline called him Mr. Masters then again Eva was different from others in more ways than one could tell. Once dinner was over everyone would sit in the living room with the dim fireplace that help set a relaxing mood. Jimmy:Kaci blinked and nodded lightly. After they cleaned up the table and out the rest of the food up, she moved to the living room and relaxed with the help of the atmosphere. How were they going to approach this? She tried to think back to the night of the incident. Vlad didn't want Danny to get discovered just yet, he remembered a bit more of the fight seeing Kaci attacking Danny Phantom not knowing it was the boy right in front of her as of this moment. Vlad sat next to her "Look at me. Close your eyes and focus on the place...the day it changed. Focus on being back there. Tell me when you get back there but keep your eyes clothes." Vlad stated. Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:Kaci glanced at the man when he spoke, and nodded lightly. She leaned back against the chair and closed her eyes. She tried to remember the last time she went to her parents' lab. It started as a normal day, her and Jazz left school after a pop quiz, and they were talking about plans for the weekend, like they usually did. She went home and her parents... "After school, I walked Jazz home and then went home. My parents were going on about a new ghost trap, asking me if I could give them an extra pair of hands." She said calmly, keeping her eyes closed like instructed. Nova_Alchemist:"Can you focus on what they are saying? What they're doing?" Vlad asked listening to the details of the memories "Where did they want you at? Where were you to play a part in helping them build this ghost trap?" Danny listened sitting in Vlad's favorite chair as she continued. Jimmy:Kaci tried to focus, something restless settling in the back of her mind. "I was in the living room. They wanted me in the lab. They were talking about a net, or something. No, not a net." She continued. What was it? She could feel a headache coming on but pushed passed it. She needed to remember. "It was a net, one that could be shot out of a high-tech wristwatch. It was lined with something called micro-mesh, so when it was activated it acted like a taser, only it was netting. But it was only supposed to effect ghosts." She said quietly. "They wanted me to act as a dummy, just to see if it would fire and retract back into the watch. When they released it, they couldn't get it to retract and it shorted out. The whole lab went crazy, and the computers started to blow. I tried to help my dad contain the netting while mom dealt with the computers. Containing it made it worse, and it ended up exploding." She murmured quietly, remembering going through the day. What had happened after though? "After it exploded what did you see? Don't worry about what your parents were saying focus on after the explosion. Where was everyone? Was the lab destroyed?" Vlad knew they were getting somewhere with this. Nova_Alchemist: Jimmy:Kaci got quiet for a moment when Vlad spoke, trying to focus like instructed. After the explosion. After the explosion, the lab was totally destroyed. "There was smoke everywhere, and the wires were frayed. Sparking. I blacked out with all the smoke. Woke up in a hospital a couple of days later." She murmured. "The rest is a blank." Nova_Alchemist:Vlad looked at Danny when he spoke. "Did you ever feel different? Have blackout moments?"-on my phone sorry short- Jimmy: it's Okayama wondered if she could open her eyes yet. "Blackouts?" She asked aloud. "After getting headaches. Sometimes I'll wake up not remembering what happened. Like today when Eva found me outside the tent." She explained. Nova_Alchemist:"Can you recall the events from the battle?" Vlad asked one final. Question though Danny spoke up "Kai why don't you open your eyes, Vlad she needs a break" Vlad nodded understanding. Jimmy:Kaci slowly opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times, letting her eyes readjust to the lighting. "Battle?" She asked, completely unaware of the fight that broke out. "The last thing I remember is being asked to volunteer for the show in the tent." She murmured quietly. Nova_Alchemist:"Yeah that's freak show for you. An annoying ghost who appears like a human in goth freaky form trying to get others to do things in order to scare or kill them." Danny shrugged thinking the guy was overrated. Jimmy:freak show isn't a ghost Dalai, he's just obsessed with them Kai glanced at Danny briefly, then lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry I can't remember more." She murmured, willing the pain of her headache away. It felt like a part of her mind was trying to close her out. "My head hurts." She murmured quietly, unable to ignore it. Nova_Alchemist: he's not? I thought he was. I remember the Christmas thingie. Oh, one." That's alright why don't you get some sleep. Want some help us the steps again or would you rather sleep here on the couch?" Danny spoke responding to her. Jimmy: Molokai glanced at Danny when he spoke and shook her head. "I think I can make it." She said quietly before slowly standing and making her way out of the room. She made it up the stairs and into the guest room where she was staying, laying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling, a hand resting on her forehead. Nova_Alchemist: I do not know where to take this.a nagging voice in Kaci's mind began to annoy her "I want you for the act" talking about the battle at the tent she couldn't remember. The voice was trying to get her to go back into a trapped zone to control her once more. However, it disappeared when the image of Ember floated through her mind.(did what I could) Jimmy: I like what you did there :place furrowed her eyebrows as she drifted off to sleep as the voice echoed in the back of her mind. Star began to stir and wiggle her way in control, until they saw Ember's image. Star backed off and Jack woke with a low fever, her head spinning and hurting more than when she laid down. She closed her eyes once more and fell back asleep. This time, she changed into Star who picked up her phone to check the time, and the message from Ember about her garage band. It was close to midnight, so maybe the other two would be asleep? Star went invisible and floated through the house until she was outside, following the directions to firing her way to Ember's garage. Nova_Alchemist:(Kai not jack - who is jack? Lol)Danny passed out on the couch next to Vlad as they were talking about Danny's home life. They weren't an item they were just more like father - son sort of or so it seemed. (flying not firing right?) Ember's band was set up in a remote abandoned located house far from civilization which made you wonder how they got there. The band was warming up their instruments.(couldn't write much mom won't shut up. Might have to go into my room for this, but the living room is soon nice) Jimmy: gas, stupid autocorrect Dyes, flying not firing and Kaci not Jack costar paused briefly to look over Danny, and Vlad, before leaving the mansion. It didn't take her long to get to Ember's garage with her flying speed. When she arrived, she landed on the ground and knocked on the side of the garage. "Em?" She voiced with a small smirk on her pale face.

The Fires of Spring|rating:3.0

(ic) L.O.S.E.

Hero City, Batesville. Never a more shining beacon of topic utopia to ever be... utopian. Stretching from one horizon to another this massive metropolis is filled with legions of smiling happy people. The kind of people who are genuinely content with their squalid little lives and their inconsequential jobs shuffling papers in one of the hundreds of identical office buildings, probably selling paper to one of the other office buildings who sell pens to yet another one. Sickening. Nearing the edge of the bustling city the massive steel spires peter out and shrink into happy suburban homes. The neighborhoods overflow with the laughter of children and that infernal pinging music of ice cream trucks. Nauseating, the whole saccharine edifice. All these little worker drones lined up in rows, driving their identical cars down their identical streets to earn identical paychecks to feed their identical families. The whole thing's so sweet you think it might give you diabetes. Crouched like a warty toad upon the pristine toilet bowl of society the L.O.S.E. hideout glowers upon it's neighboring in a spiteful display of disrepair and general hopelessness. The small home is two stories, with cracked baseboards and rotting shutters hanging like cracked toenails from the dark windows. A single yellowing bulb flickers fitfully from the doorway. All in all not a promising start to your first night on the job. All of you were dropped her by a fleet of unmarked windowless vans, each of you having been brought to the headquarters separately and having not met any of the others who were to presumably become your teammates. The only person that looks like he knows what he is on about is a rusty, and obviously shoddily constructed, robot standing on the porch. The machine waves at you uncertainly. The twenty-something black-haired girl in the Batesville Spartans team jacket steps out of the van, pulling a duffel bag with her. She's got the build of a gymnast, and a pair of goggles pushed up on her head. There's Asian ancestry in the mix there somewhere, but it's lost in the general Americanized muteness that are the rest of her features. She chews gum, blows a bubble, and pops it at the shoddy house, unimpressed." Dude." A single word sums it up. She looks around at the other vans unloading, and shrugs. No sense in embarrassing myself by talking to the wrong person just yet. Don't want to look too eager. 'Sides, some of 'em look kinda freaky, last thing I need to do is be too nice to the nerdy one who'll cling to me forever. She heads toward the robot. "Hey. How's it hangin', Iron hide?" One of the vans sported a trailer, one that was designed for large animals, perhaps horses. When the trip began there were three people leading the cow into the trailer, one of which was a bit over exuberant in his enthusiasm. By the time they all arrived there were only two people and a cow in the trailer, and a great deal of blood splattered all across the back of the decrepit thing. A long line of blood could be trailed across the city where this van had travelled. The cow had exited the trailer encouraged and moved about, the bell hanging at its neck rang lazily with each step. She looked about seeing a tasty morsel and a tin can, perhaps there would be more later." Mmmrooo" she called claiming this decrepit home her own! A short, dark-haired girl in her early twenties hopped out of a third van. She looked rather nondescript, with short black hair and street clothes. She folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the van, shaking her head."' Sup, guys, gals, and-- cow." Her voice had a distinctive Irish brogue. Out of yet another van came a man in his thirties, a tower of muscle and red spiked hair. Could it be his natural hairstyle and color? No, no it's not. His red eyes scan the scene silently before he stepped towards the cow." You look the most intelligent, you must be the leader. Are we waiting for something before the briefing?" One of the vans back doors hastily opened, and a man was pushed out and dumped outside unceremoniously before the van drove off. The man got to his feet and ran several paces after the departing van roaring.' Who do you think you are! I'll murder you! Come back and fight like a man!' He was decently muscled and youngish looking, wearing only a pair of tattered trousers and old greatcoat. One of his more noticeable features was his inexpertly braided beard. Of course, his far more noticeable feature was that the entire right side of his body had been replaced with scratched and dented metal. After a few seconds, he claimed down enough to look around and notice the others. He absent-mindedly reached down to scratch at his metallic peg-leg as he observed them." What's going on 'ere?" The shorter girl shrugs, pale shoulders revealed by the singlet she's wearing. "Annual meeting of the white van appreciation society." Hong-Ya steps next to the short girl, making the difference in height quite apparent, looking down, he introduces himself"I am Hong-Ya. I was a freelancer master of the martial arts, and you are?" Originally Posted by Sliver Out of yet another van came a man in his thirties, a tower of muscle and red spiked hair. Could it be his natural hairstyle and color? No, no it's not. His red eyes scan the scene silently before he stepped towards the cow. "You look the most intelligent, you must be the leader. Are we waiting for something before the briefing?" Armageddon shook her head a bit and answered all of their questions "Moo" Tires squealing around the corner yet another van hurdles down the street at break neck speeds towards the ramshackle abode. The van braking hard as if the driver were literally standing on the things. The front passenger gets out and slams open the side door, reaching into the darkness he yanks someone out of the back and unceremoniously dumps them and their duffel bag onto the ground. Once the unnamed passenger gets over to the van he shivers as if he had arachnophobia and just had the biggest spider in his van with him. Shutting the doors he gets in while shoutingFREAK, and then the van leaves with as much alacrity as it had arrived. Collecting himself, Jon gets up off the ground, brushes himself off and gathers his bearings. Standing there is someone who has the appearance of a human, but his hands, feet, and eyes are definitely spider-like. Two fingers and a thumb that are abnormally long and skinny, and they seem as if they have an extra joint, the same could be said of his feet. Two toes where five should be, and out of his heel grows a third toe. Not to mention his eyes. Eight red orbs where only two should be, and they all blink. *Gross*Hi, he says waving to all those around as if absolutely nothing were out of place. Is this our new house? He asks innocently. I call dibs on the basement, he says as he makes his way toward the run-down house, dragging his Duffel behind him with what looks to be a thick rope of spiders webbing. Ya know if I didn't know better I'd say this place might be haunted, he says laughing to himself. Getting to the door he looks at the rusting, pitted, and dented form of the house robot. Sweet! Running into the house he nearly pulls the door off its frame. Oh, he exclaims. I'll fix that, as he shoots a line of webbing into the corner. There, he smiles at his handy work, much better. The young woman looks up at Hong-Ya and raises an eyebrow. "Captain Jane way, of the U.S.S Enterprise." She grinned and hefted her bag. "I guess we're s'posed to go in, huh?" Hong-Ya shrugs"We don't have to."he says as he leaps up the porch"You are going to brief us?"he pokes the rusty construct. "I think it's warming up." Says the other short girl, the one with the goggles, as she gestures at the robot. Her eyes flick back to the cow, and the trail of blood, some still encrusting it." Are we going to need a barn, here? I'm hoping you're a were cow or something?" Seeing you all milling about the rusty robot clanks down the uneven flagstones to the curb. The robot is humanoid, but blocky and crude. It has no mouth or nose and its eyes are just two black circles on the front of the cylindrical head. The body is barrel shaped and has the number Twenty Four painted on it."BEEP"he says in greedy."BOOP BEEP." He reaches into his chest compartment and produces a ring of keys, such as those usually owned by janitors. Twenty-four offers the entire jangling bunch to the first person who will take them and then stands in wait. The goggled girl takes them, and frowns at them." Oh-kay. Uh, thanks." She glances back at the group, and shrugs. "Guess we should go in. Anyway, my name's L-"She blinks,"er, Lemme Fatal." Turning around, she puts the goggles down over her eyes and heads up onto the front porch, carefully judging it for sturdiness. Once before the door, she tries key after key. Hong-Ya mumbles"I hate technology"as he enters into the house through the porch. The living room is just as dingy and dismal as the rest of the house. The only furniture is a ratty old couch and a small television sitting on top of a cardboard box. The floorboards of the house creak beneath your feet and the walls are painted a light green. The paint is flaking away and peeling in many places. Past the living room Twenty-four leads you into a small kitchen which houses an old antique of a refrigerator (empty of course), a stove, a microwave, and a small table and chairs. The room is tiled with white and black tiling, which by this time has become closer to yellow and gray with accumulated dirt. Through the sliding glass door in the kitchen you can see the backyard. No grass grows on the property and the yard is mostly dirt with the occasional stubborn weed. There is a very large doghouse in the backyard, though it appears uninhabited. Continuing your tour you find the stairs leading down into the basement, which is dark, dank, and spooky. There is only one lightbulb to be seen, and a massive boiler lurks in the shadows. For some reason there is mattress here as well, stacked with comfy woolen blankets. Back on the first story you find a single guest bedroom and a bathroom. The bedroom is slightly less dismal than the rest of the building. The wallpaper looks like it was installed more recently and has only begun to peel a little bit. Though of course it is a shade of orange that burns your eyes with its hideousness. The room is dominated by a massive four-poster bed with clawed feet and a huge headboard carved with angry staring eyes. The bathroom is small and houses only a toilet, sink, and shower stall. As with the kitchen there are no supplies in the cabinets, or extra clothes in the closets. Finally going upstairs you two more small bedrooms. They have normal beds instead of monstrous ones and a shared bathroom instead of having their own. Lastly there is the Master Bedroom. Larger than the other three bedrooms combined the room's paint is not peeling, the floor is carpeted with plush beige carpeting, the bed is king-size, with down comforters and a profusion of pillows. There is another large empty wardrobe. The Master bathroom houses a double sink, a large bathtub, another show stall, and a toilet. The entire thing is scrupulously clean, though empty of any supplies as the other rooms were. As Red Duck finishes scouting the house, he nods with approval." Seems as they went through great lengths to make this place as least hospitable as possible. Besides the master bedroom, of course. I'd guess it is so we can argue who deserves it more. I'm ready to wrestle you, but I couldn't care less about the bedroom. Do note, I snore."he looks around." Damn this place is the sh**. Alright"Hong-Ya claps his hands and some of the dust around him rises as if there was a blast wave. Hong-Ya waves it away and continues"We need someone on cleaning duty, grocery duty, cooking duty, repair duty, and cow duty"he looks at the cow"that's great. Take notes, that is taking initiative. Cow duty is handled. We can safely assume Moo here isn't a veggie peers- cow. And that's great. Vegetarians are *******, we need no ***** cows on our team! We need some MEAT!" "Daaaammn." Fatal drawls as she walks through the house." Reminds me of the Dallas Funds Set Sorority house. With less vomit." She pops the goggles up." Dibs on the basement. And those duties sound pretty well-ordered. I'm good with wiring, so I'll take repair duty." Ahem..., Jon clears his throat. I believe I called the basement. And before this, he points to himself up and down, happened, I was a janitor, so I'll get grocery duty. So who's got the money for groceries? Hong-Ya raises an eyebrow"I thought janitors were fixing and cleaning, I don't see a connection to buying food..." IOC: I guess that unless our first gig will be robbing for food and supplies... How much money we personally have?" I have no money... Looks like our first gig is surviving! Should we break into a supermarket or something? We would probably need general supplies like nails and tools so we can fix up the place" Originally Posted by Venom Ahem..., Jon clears his throat. I believe I called the basement. And before this, he points to himself up and down, happened, I was a janitor, so I'll get grocery duty. So who's got the money for groceries? "What? Aw, ****, you're right. Okay, fine. I'll take the creepy looking guest room on the first floor."" And y'know if we rob a Walled Mart, we could get all of that AND food and cash at the same time. And it should be easy, I used to work at one. None of the employees will do jack to stop you. Management might, but if we take'em out first and **** with the cameras, we can surf out of there with bags of stuff on a wave of general apathy." "I can carry about a thousand pounds of stuff. If we can take out the security cameras, pack quickly enough, and find some good disguise..." "I can take out cameras. They always put the security room in the same place, anyway." She glances left. Great. It followed us up the staircase." So, how do we use you in this plan, cow-shaped predator?" "Moo should stay here... Such a minor mission we don't want to make it obvious... Any witness will easily narrow it down so that our future gigs might turn out to be harder than we would like..." "Uh, that thing was eating people. We're people. Let's ask its opinion on where it wants to go." "How 'bout it? Sit this one out and we go in stealthy and sneaky? Or come with us, and we figure a way to fit you in and take refuge in audacity?" "Either way, we'll kick ass." Standing in the hallway leading to the master bedroom Jon pipes in. Ok, so, the plan is to hit the Walled Mart. Super!he gives a big thumbs up. Are we just going to run in there, grab a bunch of stuff hoping we get what we need, and high tail it back here all in full view of the cameras and people? Or are we going to take out the security room first, have a couple of us at the exits stopping anyone from leaving, and the rest of us take a stroll through gathering what we need? Ya know, food, cleaning supplies, tools, cash, cow pen, and cake. Standing there for half a second he adds Oh, also, how are we going to get there? The Captain looked around the crumbling dusty house with a small measure of admiration." Arrr... It is just like home! I like it." After he walked up the stairs, he quickly laid claim to the Master Bedroom." First come, first served! This one is mine! Go get your own beds!" Laughing at the pirates man Haha, the joke's on you. I already laid claim to that sweet basement bedroom. That basement is the lair of the heinous "Brown Recluse". Saying that last part Jon even pantomimes the quotation marks. Shaking her head, Fatal goes and throws her duffel bag on the guest bedroom's bed. She takes a second to examine it, and all the angry staring eyes, before heading back upstairs." We're going to need short-term transportation before we rob anything. Anyone know how to carjack an SUV?" Twenty-four pokes Lemme Fatal on the shoulder and then leads the group through yet another rickety door, and into the garage. The entire room smells of old engine oil and gym socks. A profusion of random crap is piled along one wall. The other half of the garage is occupied by the Lose mobile, an hideous truck painted a virulent shade of green and plastered with the L.O.S.E. emblem in purple. The emblem looks like it was place there using spray paint and a stencil. LosemobileSpoiler Hide Strength 40, Speed 4, Defense 8, Toughness 8, Size Huge L.O.S.E. HQ Spoiler Hide Size Small, Toughness 5 Features: Garage, Living Space, Workshop Lemme Fatal snorts, then pats 24 on the top of its casing." Alright."" Okay. Subtlety's out on this one. So how about this?" "We dress someone up as a stereotypical dumb foreigner. They go in with our friend Moo here, who poses as an ordinary cow, and use a bad accent and poor understanding of English to try to sell the cow to Walled Mart. Eventually this will draw management because ordinary wage slaves don't get paid enough to put up with this ****. Moo and the stereotype should be able to dispose of the manager. Then start looting cash from the registers." "In the meantime, I go in and deal with the cameras. While this is going on, two others of us will be shopping. Once I signal that the cameras are done, they can finish up, then run their goods straight out." "While this is going on, someone is going to act as lookout and backup as needed." "Anyone got any problems with this? And if not, then who wants what role?" "Also, is anyone good at driving? I'm okay, but not great. And we'll need either illusions or perfect driving to get away clean after." The second of the two human girls came back into the room after claiming one of the upstairs bedrooms, and nodded to Lemme Fatal." Hey. It so happens, I'm pretty great with illusions." As she spoke, her hair changed color and the walls behind the group started to bleed. "Do we really need to rob the 'Mart just to get some groceries? I mean, I could conjure up some fake money pretty easily. We'd need to leave in a hurry, and you'd have to take care of the cameras, but we wouldn't need to make a big fuss." She leaned down to retie her boots, the bright green laces of one of which had come undone. "Oh, and, uh- my real name's Na Sing Dub, The Black Fairy." Fatal smiles." Hey, pleased to meet you. I guess we could go low-key and do that instead." She looks around." Dunno. What do you guys think? Over the top and chaos, or easy fairy money?" Sing smiled back as she straightened. "Yeah, you too." "I don't really need to eat, so I don't care either way." He left the master bedroom and joined the general gathering." You can call me the Captain." When Armageddon was shown her room she was pleased and climbed onto the King sized bed and settled down. Mooageddon finds an upstairs room and claims it. She was not about to give up any form of comfort that she could. Yes, this would do. "Moo" she said in triumph. Spoiler Hide Edit: Missed that. I will let it go. With everyone fighting for the basement I will claim the master bedroom. Really I sort of like the irony, the Cow gets the Master Bedroom As they gather to go Armageddon finds herself in the garage. If one paid attention they could note that they do not remember her getting off the bed, and that the door was locked as they had left (thanks 24) but still she was here in the Garage climbing into the back of the truck to go to the store with the others. Moo is gonna fight for that bedroom? It was already claimed: Originally Posted by DECA The Captain looked around the crumbling dusty house with a small measure of admiration. "ARR... It is just like home! I like it." After he walked up the stairs, he quickly laid claim to the Master Bedroom. "First come, first served! This one is mine! Go get your own beds!" Hong-Ya claimed the last of the upstairs bedrooms. He considered the plans and shrugged. "The Captain? Like in Next wave?" Fatale looks over the cyborg." Probably not. Oh well, good to meet you anyway." She glances back to Sing." Yeah, okay, let's try it your way. C'mon guys, shopping trip! I'll drive." And she rolls up the garage door, pops in a few keys until she finds the one that fits, and fires up the ignition. Locking the doors behind him, Jon makes his way to the vehicle. Shouting on his way down the back porch, shotgun! The Lose mobile starts with a coughing roar and a plume off thick black smoke. The rusty garage door squeals as it rumbles slowly open. The truck has enough room for four to squeeze into the driver's compartment and for Armageddon to ride in the cargo, with plenty of space left over for loot. Though old and ugly the Lose mobile is solid and reliable, and surprisingly has a full tank of gas. Or at least the fuel gauge says it has a full tank of whatever it is the Lose mobile runs on. As you rumble your way down the suburban streets you find your slow vehicle being passed by cheerful businessmen in sedans who honk politely and call out 'Howdy Neighbor!'Finally, you find yourselves at the Megalo-mart, the local chain of major wholesaler and purveyor of worthless crap. The building stands alone in the exact center of a massive parking lot. A single blue and white obelisk jutting from the desert of yellow striped asphalt. The parking lot is filled with minivans, SUVs and sedans. Everywhere there are happy little pedestrians running errands as they cheerfully hike the half mile from their cars to the entrance. Then, like a golden beacon of hope amidst the endless sands of consumerism you spot it. Lemme Fatal, The Captain and Brown Recluse all see the spot open up before anyone else in the car. The very first spot in the row, right next to the entrance. The perfect parking spot. You also see the family car making its a sedate way to the spot in the parallel lane, far ahead of you. "No you don't!" Femme Fatal slams on the gas, and with a villainous laugh, CUTS THE FAMILY CAR OFF... Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[6] At least, that was the plan. The curb injects a harsh dose of reality. Fortunately, Lemme Fatal was wearing her seatbelt. OH! Theretherethere! Jon points excitedly. PUNCH IT! Oh, no you LE didn't. That's a fumble lass. That means it's the GM Pain Train to Huntsville! The Lose mobile surges back into motion as Lemme Fatal attempts to gun it to the spot. Instead, it hits a curb and flies a perfect 45 degree arc into a graceful swan dive, coming to a rest upside down on top of two minivans. The two minivans are crushed into a jumble of twisted metal and plastic bits. The Lose mobile is relatively unharmed. It's not a complete loss though, you are still parked near the entrance, just not the way you intended. Spoiler Hide All players make a Toughness save. 2 Damage, so DC 18. The Black Fairy grins and flexes her fingers somewhat melodramatically. A small child, clad in a pink fairy costume and waving a glitter-spilling magic wand appears from between some cars- and then toddles in front of the family sedan. It is oblivious to the oncoming danger! Poor child...[IOC: I have no idea how this would work in game mechanics.] Spoiler Hide Toughness save SEZ... (1d20+2)[10] Bruised and knocked somewhat loopy, Fatal works her way out of the upside-down truck. She sits on the bumper of one of the wrecked minivans, and puts her face in her hands." Aw, man..." Spoiler Hide Roll for toughness - (1d20+8)[17] bruised Armageddon was not sure why she was upside down, and not really happy how she was supporting the vehicle. This was why she always flew first class. Mooageddon climbed out and stood up, and looked about. It was not quite time for a rampage, but she was really seeing the benefits of a good one right about now. Spoiler Hide Toughness Roll (1d20+6)[20] The Captain manages to claw his way out of wreckage relatively unharmed. As he gets up, he eyes the car that stole their space.' Cut us off, will you? Have at ye!' His eyes glow red for a moment before he fires off a laser blast directed at (and hopefully) through, the windscreen of the offending car. Spoiler Hide He's a firing his laser [roll]1d20+6[/roll] Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[16] ((will edit post after I see the results of my potentially crappy roll))That... didn't go so well... Jon groaned with the pain that comes from riding a getaway truck that lands upside down on two other vehicles. At least he didn't have the cow on top of him. Think that drew any attention? He said as he climbed out the passenger side window only to have to climb down further from the crushed minivan. Turning around he took in the entire scene. That doesn't look that bad. It should buff out. Of course, we're going to have to flip it back onto the rubber first. Scanning the parking lot Jon looks for a shopping cart. Welp, let's get to shoppin'. Spoiler Hide Dang forum roller. Making laser blast attack roll again. (1d20+6)[15] Hong-Ya came out of the car unscratched." That's some fancy driving. I know driving, but I never got the chance to learn that trick. I do think that you are supposed to park wheels side down, but I have never seen your method used..." As he speaks, Hong-Ya drags the lose mobile down and flips it. Then he drags out one of the smashed cars and replaces with their lose. "Uh. Yeah." Says Fatal. She glances into the truck as it's turned right side up, breathes a sigh of relief that everyone's moving. Getting painfully to her feet, she looks at the minivan remnants. "Wow. Okay, not used to having this much mass in a ride. S'kinda nice." She grimaces and rubs her face." This makes taking out the cameras all the more important. Let's head in and get to work." The Black Fairy staggered out of the wreckage, managing to carry a small bag with her. "Ow. Ow. Ow. What kinda driving was that? Ow." She woozily wobbles away from the cars and sits on the curb." Ow." She doesn't appear to have noticed the cyborg blasting lasers; her eyes are somewhat unfocused. "Well, it was going great up until we hit that curb. Then it turned into s***thank you driving." Says Fatal, pulling out a penlight from her utility bandolier." Hold still. Let me check... Yeah, looks like a concussion. Here, some of the red goo ought to fix that." Spoiler Hide Using beginner's luck and the hero point you just gave us to gain five ranks of medicine, and trying to help the fairy out. So help me gads, if this comes up another stinkin' one... (1d20+6)[22] THERE we go. Ought help get rid of that staggered. "Can't do anything for the bruises, but this'll keep you from collapsing. I went through enough of it during my L.O.S.E introduction to TAE Bo and Junior Law course." "Pooh. Thanks. Hey, y'know, you're real pretty?" The Black Fairy smiled vaguely, her eyes beginning to glitter their usual multiple colors. "You an' your twin sister." She blinked and shook her head. "Oh. Hey! That's awesome. You should market that." "A concussion? From what?" Hong-Ya looks around"Is there an invisible foe around?" "Huh?" Na Sing Dub looked up at the martial artist. "Ohhh, wait, I get it. Okay, sure." She wiggled her fingers, sticking her tongue out comically, and the damage faded from view." Thing is, guys, that this stuff won't fool cameras. Or last that long. We have to hustle. And-- wait, what is the pirate doing?" "Fighting the ninjas probably..." Hong-Ya looks around, alert and ready for the invisible foe to strike again. Originally Posted by goblin paladin "Pooh. Thanks. Hey, y'know, you're real pretty?" The Black Fairy smiled vaguely, her eyes beginning to glitter their usual multiple colors. "You an' your twin sister." "Er, thanks." Says Fatal, looking slightly away. Totally a bruise on her cheek, and not a blush. Really. Originally Posted by goblin paladin She blinked and shook her head. "Oh. Hey! That's awesome. You should market that." "Actually it's not my invention my instructor just gave me a bucket of the stuff. Said I'd need it. Anyway..." Originally Posted by goblin paladin "Thing is, guys, that this stuff won't fool cameras. Or last that long. We have to hustle. And-- wait, what is the pirate doing?" " "I don't know." Says Fatal, looking at the twin furrows that the laser marks burned in a loopy pattern through the asphalt, through the now-bisected SLOW, PED/ sign, through a few parked cars..." Anyway, cameras! Here's my list-"She presses a wad of paper into Sion's hand, and starts moving toward the store." I'll rendezvous with you guys when I'm done." Moving into the store, she uses her experience to locate the employees lounge. Sneaking inside, she snags a Megalo-Mart vest and clipboard, and puts the vest on as she heads over to where she figures the security room to be. Spoiler Hide Stealth! Let's see... Think I had... A plus 13 or so? Sounds right.) (1d20+13)[29] A last minute thought strikes her, and she checks the badge on the vest. "Hello my name is..." "Kathy Sue", the name tag reads as you shudder in revulsion. Lemme Fatal successfully lurks her way into the security room just past the employee lounge. There is a large fat man in a security uniform eating donuts in a swivel chair just up ahead. He has not yet noticed your presence. The security center has banks of monitors and VCR's recording footage from all over the store. Every aisle, every section, every single square foot of the building is under surveillance. You can even see your own vehicle in the parking lot on one of the monitors. If you plan to go unnoticed then the tapes will need to be destroyed. Inside the Megalo-Mart Jon takes a cart and heads subconsciously heads directly for the cleaning supply aisle. I always get the one cart with the wobbly wheel... As he walks towards his destination he's completely unaware of the stares he's getting from the growing crowd of onlookers as he's too busy fighting the cart that just wants to turn left. Turning the corner he silently weeps as he takes in the awe-inspiring selection. I... I think... Furthermore, I'll just take one of everything. After realizing that his new teammates got bruised by the crash Hong-Ya heads into the mart, takes two carts and heads over to load it with food. And meat. Not beef. Later he fills the other cart with tools and home appliances. Fatal sweeps the goggles from her forehead, pops fresh gum into her mouth, and squeals"Hi iii!" She flounces in, and bends over in front of the guard, ostensibly looking at some of the cabling." So, like, which camera's not tracking right? The maintenance order didn't say..." She shifts over to look at the screens, taking out a technical looking gizmo, and standing on tiptoes to wave it at the topmost screen." Maybe it's your Wi-Fi..." Spoiler Hide Bluff to do a little social engineering. +4 if he finds me attractive! (1d20+4)[12] Spoiler Hide Eh, lets hero point that. [roll0] Spoiler Hide Argh! Freakin' roller... [roll]1d20[/roll] Oh screw it, I have to run in a minute anyway. Limos, please roll and adjust things accordingly. Spoiler Hide (1d20)[2] Let's give that one last try then EDIT: Nah, you know what. Screw that roll. It's a bad roll. Ignore it. The security guard is taken aback by the sudden intrusion into his diabetic domain. He rubs one meaty hand across his bald dome and speaks in a surprisingly squeaky voice for such a hefty guy." Well look right here Missy! I have to see some kind of documentation if yer going to be messin' about with my cameras!" "Oh! Yeah, sure, it's right here." Fatale holds up the clipboard, and blinks in mock surprise."Oh, no!" She makes puppy dog eyes at the guard." Aw! She gave me the wrong one. Look, mister, Tina said I need to get this done NOW before she got back from lunch, and she'd write me up if I didn't it'd be my job because I got a first write-up because she blamed me for something that totally wasn't my fault and all I have to do is fix the slow camera anyway to synch it up with the network and if I do that it'll increase security 110%, just by multiplexing the feeds into a single malevolent entity, and she's going to come back from work early just to catch me, and it's totally not my fault they gave me the wrong order!" During the tirade, Fatal's swiped a little pepper from one of her Utility bandolier capsules, and rubbed her nose like she's going to cry. After she snorts in the pepper, she IS crying!" Come on, please cut me a break! It's my job on the line! I'd be really, really GRATEFUL." Spoiler Hide Bluff! (1d20+4)[18] Again, +4 if Attractive's a feature here. The security guard rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and shuffles his feet." Well I guess I can leave the monitors for a bit. You do your job, and I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee"The guard wobbles to his feet and hands her a walkie-talkie." If you see anything suspicious you give me a holler, ok?" With that he waddles out the door and leaves Lemme Fatal to her chicanery. "Thanks!" Fatal cries, mopping her eyes." I'll take care of this quick you betcha!" Within minutes, she's shut down the cameras and yanked the tapes. She pauses and removes the hard drive from the computer as well. Never hurts to be thorough. Replacing the computer case, she considers leaving a present... Decides against it. No need to hurt the guard, already got what she needs. She DOES cut the phone line near the wall, and duct tape it back together so that it won't work. Spoiler Hide Got about 6 ranks of craft - electronics. No need to roll, I hope? She DOES leave a note on the desk." Camera server rebooting. Give it 20-30, then press enter. DO NOT press enter early. Thanks! :) :) :) -K"Stuffing the tapes in a spare store bag, she heads out and drops the vest, badge, and clipboard back where she found them, before slinking out. Spoiler Hide Stealthy SEZ... (1d20+13)[29] Tapping the walkie-talkie in her hand, she considers it, and a smile spreads across her face..." Later." She murmurs. Good to have a backup plan. Na Sing Dub wandered around the store like-well, like a kid in a candy store. She seems instinctively drawn to the snack aisle, piling a basket withlolliescandy, chocolate, chips, and soft drink soda, before moving along and getting the ingredients for nachos. Everyone likes nachos. Armageddon finds herself in Housewares. Floral towelettes did not do anything for her. No, she was feeling peckish. Armageddon looks about to see who may be around her. A nice tender young child would be nice." Moo" With the cameras disabled the team has free play of the Megalomania. You quickly gather your personally preferred items until your carts are bulging with the loot of many shelves laid low by your evil pilfering. All except Armageddon of course, who is cartless. As the pan dimensional cow stomps down the candy aisle in pursuit of tasty children he attracts the attention of one of the price checkers, a barrel chested man with an Afro-American profile and black hair with a little twirly bit on the forehead. The employee quickly runs in front of Armageddon,"Woah their girl! Who let you into the store? That's a violation of employee handbook page 567, paragraph 8, line 4. 'No livestock are allowed on Megalomania premises unless they are wearing a specialized bovine undergarment'. There will be no handbook violations while Assistant Manager Gene is on the job!" The Captain swept through the aisles as quickly as he could, grabbing items at random and stuffing them into the trolley, not caring that a lot of the stuff he was stealing wasn't even the food he was told to get. He didn't actually need to eat, so this wasn't about getting food to survive, it was about taking for the sheer joy of taking. Cake cake cake, cake cake cake, cake cake cake, Jon walks up and down the aisles of the Megalo-mart food section pushing a cart bribing with cleaning supplies, talking to himself, looking for, well, cake. He overhears an employee spouting off rules on handbooks about bovines, or some such nonsense. Turning the corner he spots an eerily familiar cow in the middle of the row.' Scuse me, Jon reads the men name tag, assistant manager Gene, but can you point me to where you keep your cakes? He asks without so much as batting an eye at the situation between Armageddon and the soon-to-be missing assistant manager Gene. "Ah yes! Megalomania prides itself on its extensive baked goods selection! If you just go past the grains, meats, dairy, hardwood floors, toys, soft drinks, frozen foods, car repair supply, and daycare center the bakery is on your left." Gene launches into an extended speech on the need for strict regulation and rules in the running of such fine establishments as Megalomania. He makes many comparisons involving the words 'Well-oiled' and 'Synergy'. Hong-Ya looks for pets. Preferably of the guard type. A large dog or a bear.IOC: Can I relocate some skill points to Handle Animal if I can get a dog/bear? Spoiler Hide Well since you would need to take the minion skill or sidekick skill to have a pet that actually is useful for anything I'm just going to have to say no on that one. If you wanted a pet that isn't worth anything in a fight, like a Cockatoo or a Chihuahua, then that would be fine. But anything that can maul somebody costs points. It's a headquarters upgrade! I only want them to guard the place. If the place lacks guard dogs, then Hong-Ya will pick up a large amount of cute little fluffy dogs and cats. That way nobody will suspect them! Also, an endless supply of dogs to kick when needed to prove a point. And snacks for Cow. Is there livestock around here? Spoiler Hide Of course not! There is even a special rule in the employee handbook about not having livestock on Megalomania premises. Not even of the type thatdoeswear specialized bovine undergarment? Once clear of the employee lounge, Fatal takes care to avoid any sections which might have coffee and/or donuts. In fact, as she eyes the electronics section with a gleam in her eye, food is the farthest thing from her mind... Five minutes later she's pushing a cart full of hardware and electronics. A Guitar Villain box pokes out of the cart, sitting next to a plasma screen TV, a Pretend Whiz and a Ray station 6. A shiny new toolbox full of tools sits next to roofing and fix-em-up supplies, and some basic electronic, plumbing, and camping supplies round out the lot. She pauses in the toy aisle, and picks up enough NERF to arm a small mercenary corps. Then a thought strikes her, and she picks up a couple of Life-size Inflatabuddies, a junior detective knew kit, and a Li'l stinker chemistry set along with some other useful "toys". It's clothes and shoes after that, and she grabs a quick assortment before heading to the front of the store. Might as well grab us a place in line, she figures. This being Megalo-Mart, they'll have like one counter open... Passing Lemme Fatal on his way back to the bakery for some cake, Jon lets her know that Armageddon might need a little help. Hey, that cow that came with us might need a little assistance back in the candy section. Some schmuck was laying into her about being a cow without an employee handbook, or something like that. Originally Posted by Venom Passing Lemme Fatal on his way back to the bakery for some cake, Jon lets her know that Armageddon might need a little help. Hey, that cow that came with us might need a little assistance back in the candy section. Some schmuck was laying into her about being a cow without an employee handbook, or something like that. Fatal stops a minute, then grins." The cow's an unknown quantity right now. Let's see how she cow handles herself. Sounds like she's run into management, and this ought be good." Pushing her shopping cart back for a second, she peeks down the aisle to watch what transpires. Jon stops pushing his cart toward the cakey goodness that is cake to witness with Lemme Fatal how Armageddon handles herself against Gene, the terror that is Assistant Manager. Armageddon was not pleased with Gene. Quoting regulation was a fine way to become lunch. Mooageddon takes a few steps forward coming within a hairs distance from Gene, her nose right in his face." Moo" After nothing happens for a long minute, Lemme Fatal shrugs and whispers to Recluse." I think the Cow's confused." From way behind the manager, she catches the cow's eye and motions to the exit. She nods toward the spider guy." Hey, grab the others, it's time to check out. Make sure you get the fairy, she's our ticket through easily." And pushing her cart, she goes and grabs a spot in line. Hong-Ya shows up leading two carts masterfully. Shoving them into their spot, he makes sure they have plenty of rope. A lot of it." I'll bring our ride to the front when we are close to done here." he tells Lemme. The Captain pushes his heavily laden trolley into view. The trolley is piled high with useless and inconsequential items that had been grabbed at random. He quickly takes stock of the sheer amount of products the others had bought too." Now, I'm no big-city man with an education, but how many cars are we stealing? We can't fit all of this into just one." Hong-Ya looks at the man, then around him." We will steal nothing. We have rope!" He looks puzzled for a moment before figuring something out. "ARR... I gotcha. We tie the stolen brollies to the back of the stolen car using the rope! Good plan!" The Captain chuckles slightly before noticing the Assistant Manager nearby." Err... And by that I mean that we are going to pay for all our goods and then leave in our perfectly normal, legally acquired car that certainly IS NOT someone else's car we'd probably have to steal since we DID NOT wreck our previous car attempting to cut someone off." The Captain stands back, pleased at his quick thinking. Letting Lemme Fatal know he's got it, he gives her a thumbs up. Be right back with the cake... her I mean the fairy., Jon says to the awaiting group. Leaping up to the rafters Jon hopes to get a birds eye view of the store, but it's still a daunting task, so he starts web slinging through the store heading more for the bakery than really looking for The Black Fairy. Spoiler Hide Quick note... Due to computer troubles and a busy schedule, I'll most likely be out until at least Sunday night. Fatal taps her foot as she stands in line. She glares at the lone light indicating an open lane, and at the twelve elderly grandmothers in front of her, with their bags of coupons. But she can wait. At least until the rest of the team is ready, that is. Then... Well... They'll see, won't they. A slow smile spreads across her face. Jon comes strolling back with an arm, and mouth, full of cake. Cudn't fin her, he says spitting crumbs of cake everywhere. Standing there for a few minutes Jon sets the cakes into the already overflowing cart. Getting annoyed at the long line of blue hairs in front of him he spurts out, Hot bran muffins and samples of prune juice are being served in the bakery!

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The Motherlode - [MissFire & Blissy]

(night at The Broadside. Port Bounty's most infamous pub holds a secret below its main floor. While the surface it is all fairly humdrum both in decor and menu, all one has to do is now the right person and utter a whispered word. 'Round back lies a door that requires another password and a key." Open sesame!"you said, while inserting the key you got from the man whom you'd whispered the first word. The road here had been paved with bribes, fast talking, and strong arming. The secret swings open on hidden hinges and the sounds of music, chants, and fighting fills your ears. You descend into a much more decadent decor, the lavish luxuries paid for with stolen and 'found' treasures. A den of pirates. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of hearty ale." Ahoy ye pox-faced monkey! Get on over here an' have a seat, I'll tell ye of my last adventure!" A throaty voice fills your ears. You turn and see the source is a strong-looking dark-skinned woman with patchwork armor, white face paint, and an infectious smile. For a moment you think she is directly addressing you. A bit of embarrassment washes over you as you realize that she's addressing the entire crowd instead. Her charm and confidence seem to be drawing people in. She seems pleased and, soon enough, has half the tavern by her table. She stands with one foot on her chair." Isobel Rose of The Buzzards! Let me tell ye of a vast treasure never before seen!" Raising her arms, she spreads her hands out, as if unfurling an invisible map in front of her." Ages ago, the dwarves -bless the little bastards-invented something mighty important. No, not airships an' black powder. Important as they may be, it's not flight or fightin' I'm talkin' about here. An' no it's not rum, ye drunkards! I'm talkin',"here her voice drops an octave and practically drips with mystery and awe,"about the greatest weapon anyone's ever seen. The mightiest force ta be reckoned with. It could make a peasant into a king, a pirate into a ruler! It, along with other treasures they sought to protect, were hidden away 'PON a mountain higher than any man could walk an' higher than any airship could reach. They sought to keep it away from those that would not wield it properly, yet were too prideful to destroy it. They sought to-""It's The Mother lode! Everyone's heard that fairy tale!"calls someone in the back. All eyes turn. Gazes are quickly drawn back when Isabel (or Izzy, as you later come to find she prefers to be called) slams her fist down on the table with a thundering crash. The room is tense. You think she's about to kill someone. She reaches. Pulls out a gilded piece of paper. Her hand slaps it down on the table and all eyes are drawn to it. The golden parchment is not what you expected. Ka-blam! It's all the excuse she needed to get her other hand on her sidearm and put a neat, clean hole in the interrupters forehead. He topples over, dead. Izzy's smile returns. The crowd, for the moment, is stunned. Not by the death, though. Mostly just by the gunfire and powder discharge. Your ears ring for a moment. When everyone has regained themselves they eye Isabel again and she continues. She waves to the map while tucking her pistol away." It's not a legend. It's not,"she insists, firmly,"and here is half the map to it. Now, since me an' my crew had a bit of a fallin' out,"(Later you find out that they fell out. Like, literally. She pushed them off the airship. All of them.)" I find myself a bit short 'o reliable help. So if ye sign on with me, yer in for the adventure of a lifetime an' ye just might end up with more treasure than you can handle. We split it, even. ... After I get my captain's share, of course!" She has a hearty laugh at this." All we need to get goin' is two things; an engineer worth his salt and the other half of the map, which lies-"And suddenly the speech is interrupted again. This time it's not by a loudmouthed drunkard, though, but a boot to the secret door which cracks off it's hinges and topples to the floor. In strides a man in the crisp white dress of a Navy officer's uniform. He is built like a brick wall and sports the finest mustache you've ever seen. At his side, a pair of naval soldiers sporting similar dress - though they are not similarly mustachioed. You recognize the magnificently mustachioed man as Captain Reginald Prevent, one of the most feared men in the Imperial Navy. The Navy has found your new safe haven. Before he can act, however, Izzy's grin suddenly returns, and she points directly at Reginald. Her words fill the tavern."-in the hands of that man! First one to put a bullet in 'I'm gets a bigger share!" And all erupts into chaos. (yes. Port Bounty. The perfect place for the poor hopeful cretin of any sort to find just the perfect type of work. Of course this was said from experience, on both behalf of the statement. Really the whole thing was thought not said, but the point remained as it were. Only certain types of lucky people knew what this kind of place was after all. Or were they unlucky? Either way, it was a place among homes, temporary homes for a girl like Cassandra Lass. Cassandra Lass. Her lips ushered in childish pout at the very thought of her birth name, for such a name had gone unused by her for as long as she could possibly recall. Since forever, she had been known as someone else, something else, and it was hardly the sort of thing common folk catered well too. No, no, this girl was trouble for lack of better word. Though the concept of “trouble” was truly only the very tip of the iceberg. Nutty Brass as she had a preference to be called, was anything of the sort of usual scumbag of woman that most may find loitering a place like this. This was a girl of nerve, steel and standing and nobody was going to take that away from her without one hell of a fight and the probable loss of several limbs and maybe even an eye. Nutty was fierce, fierce as they got, but hardly did she ever give such an impression off on such a loose first glance. That was all part of the fun of course, let me believe you're nothing to worry about, then before they know it their balls in deep in a shitload of trouble that knows no way out. A real wise crack to a certain degree, but not so much through the smug show of arrogant character all the time. Nutty had a talent for many things and deceiving people was certainly one of those things. Though lies and deceit had their place, so did order and superiority to some degree. Nutty knew that despite her long experienced time as a hardened sky pirate of several crews, that every good band of outlaws needed a leader and Nutty was no leader. Perhaps her greatest flaw and her boldest weakness, this girl preferred to work in the background and only snatch out at her chance in the spotlight every now and again. Some people thought the reason was something more cynical, more mysterious, when in reality all it was ever about was having a bit of peace and quiet when she wasn't needed. A real solitary thinker when she found herself alone and her value didn't end there about the whole matter, as Nutty knew that when she felt happy, she also felt most productive. Running or maintaining an airship's engines was hardly something fitting of any old deckhand dimwit after all and this particular girl had a certain profession when it came to handling mechanics or engineering. What could she say really? It all came naturally to her at the end of the day. Her father was a real loon of an eccentric inventor and her mother was probably the sweetest woman you could ever meet in your entire life. Now that's where the odd part came in. It was like she had adopted the potential of her father, but left her mothers kind influence entirely in the dark. Or did she? There were few people alive that knew her deepest secrets to this day after all. A woman of few words and even fewer questions, unless driven off the edge, but hardly good at answering questions with one simple answer. All Nutty cared about was having a home that wasn't anywhere near the ground. She lived on airships for as long as she could remember, the very feeling of this fresh wind in the skies gliding over skin, being like the very definition of harmony to this girl. Nutty did always have a rather interesting saying after all. If you couldn't see the light of the sun or the shine of the moon like you were staring it straight down and heading right for it, then you weren't in the right place, and you weren't doing the right thing. And oh how that saying boggled down on her mind now, with each further step she took deeper into the shoddy little establishment that was Port Bounty's little Pandora’s box. Pandora's box. They have to rename the closet in the back that. That was a good one honestly. Because the Broadside wasn't holding up for a really fitting title no more. Her thoughts pondered at the idea of finding whatever lousy prick ran this hellhole excuse for a tavern and forcing him to paint over the name of the Broadside at gun-point. This sort of thinking wasn't unusual for Nutty either, her thoughts knew no boundaries and her mouth knew no filter. Violence came naturally with this one, but it was never actually her intention to stir up a fight simply for the sake of it. Instead, fights often came to her, because people got offended and despite Nutty caring, anyone who stepped up in her face got knocked the hell down like the bowling pins she'd turn them into, everyone except “a captain”. She could respect them, but nobody else would ever out speak her. The rough and rowdy ambiance that seemed to justify the very soul of this place was no unusual occurrence. Nutty knew where she wanted to be tonight and through inviting herself in unconditionally, she knew that the door guy blocking the backroom had seen her several times before. She gave him the password he needed, and he let her in, there was no fuss about it. Schedules were tight, and Isabel Rose was only going to be around for so long. Nutty didn't want to miss her chance after all. So in she'd go, shifting from the doorway to take her seat among the few that resided as Isabel's private audience. Nothing more than a brown long coat, probably stolen from some unfortunate folk, hid her from Izzy and everyone else in the room. Upon her backside was the real oddity however, as she appeared to be carrying some sort strange almost weaponized contraption that looked like some sort of lightweight prototype mobile cannon via sling on her back. As she'd move forward to find her place in the room, the junk of creation on her backside seemed to rattle loudly as if to indicate her presence within the room if no one looked at first. Not wanting to be the center attention was sometimes difficult when you found yourself enthralled in the sorts of hobbies that she did. Once she was seated she'd reach up to the hood that came with the long jacket, two small fingers gently tugging down the hood and revealing her to everyone else in the room. Quite the pretty face for quite the rough girl, but that was all part of the package. Something somebody else said to her a long time ago, played about in her head the moment she let her former element of concealment slip away with such willful and careless display. For the most part the autumn haired girl bore no sort of scaring or deformity that would tell the tales of her ventures simply by look of intimidation alone. Instead, she had only but a single makeshift bandage, fashioned in the form of an “X” on left side of her cheek just below her eye. Just another one of her self-inflicted wounds of course, playing with fire and explosives had its downsides after all. She was lucky that when that engine aboard the ship of her former crew went “POP!”, that she hadn't lost more than a stitch of tiny skin on her cheek. I mean, a stitch on the chin was far better then, well, the whole crew. Nutty wasn't about to let anyone in on truth that followed the rumored disappearance of the “Devils Fury” after all right? New. So a Mother lode huh. Sounded interesting. Izzy certainly got Nutty's attention straight from the get-go, and it had nothing to do with her charismatic nature to tell an interesting story. So it was the gold then? Err-treasure? New. Wasn't that either. But the thrill. Yes. Golds and riches were great and all, but Nutty always saw herself more of scavenger type so to speak. Of course that didn't mean that gold coins were exempt from their purpose among scrap piles either. Izzy continued with her story and all Nutty did was ponder and try to visual what sort of adventure this freelance captain was imposing. It was worth the risk, and it was certainly better than waiting for the next worst thing to come through the Broadside after all. Nutty always lacked a certain patient element to her character mind you. Yes. Yes! This was the one. She'd conclude thinking to herself, her expression actually lighting up to show a spark of interest following the end of Izzy's story, but was harshly abrupt the moment a certain naval “somebody” walked into the room. Her eyes turned, her attention lost from Izzy temporarily as everything else she said seemed to dance around in the back of her conscious mind. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. She'd tell herself again and again, as her interest in the disturbance became anything but well received. Nutty wasn't even intimidated when Reginald walked into the room. She had seen him before on several occasions, but he probably wouldn't recognize her particularly. All the same, she was a criminal, and he was a pompous shiny-showed-shiny-teeth-good-for-nothing-dork, and frankly she was quite done seeing him get in the way of her business. Bigger share? One bullet? Please. She could do better. Cutty didn't hesitate at all. She pulled out her favorite little spark shooter toy and aimed it at that son-of-a-bitch at the doorway. Thumb came up, primed the hammer and it was done. Following the quick gesture, not only one bullet escaped the barrel of the unusual eight barreled side arms she held, but instead eight small sparks flew from the gun and hit their target dead on. On impact the sparks exploded into bigger ones, as if the gun itself shot compact tiny explosive beads that detonated on impact and just like that one of her and Isabel problems was gone in a tiny display of crackling static fireworks. A moment later the smoking barrels of the gun came up to her still pink lips and gentle huff of a blow would extinguish the trails of smoke left behind each barrel. She didn't like to show off you know. But sometimes she just couldn't help it”“So tell me. I have to know. How much more does eight little explosive beads get me? A bullet is one thing vista. But, this just ain't something you'll be Sean every day.” She'd announce to Izzy. When she spoke, she bore a very thick New Yorker accent. Clearly this girl got around since she was halfway across the world from the states no doubt. The Broadside erupted into shouts and gunfire on Izzy's word. Naval officers streamed in through the door while Captain Reginald Prevent maintains his position like a mighty oak. He stands at one side of the room with his men flowing around him, Izzy at the opposite side with the pirates and cutthroats likewise swarming from her corner. They are two immovable figures in a sea of violence. Swords clash and guns fire as privateer and sailor engage in brutal combat. Then, there's the loud crack of Nutty's weapon and the little pops of the small explosions that follow, leaving a billowing cloud of smoke where Prevent once stood. Cutty remarks,“So tell me. I have to know. How much more does eight little explosive beads get me? A bullet is one thing vista. But, this just ain't something you'll be Sean every day.” To which Izzy simply smiles and cants her head to the cloud of smoke. It slowly clears and there is Prevent, arm up in a defensive posture. The sleeve of his crisp naval coat is singed away to expose the mechanical prosthesis serving as his right arm. His gaze is leveled square at Nutty. He snorts derisively, though it comes out more like a sound a bull would emit when it's getting ready to charge." Fine effort from the pretty lass, but I think he's still standin', love. The old bastard's tough,"remarks Izzy, pausing briefly mid-sentence to draw her weapon and fire at a charging naval officer. Leaving his position, Prevent takes the fight to the redhead, roaring out a battle cry."FOR THE ADMIRALTY AND THE QUEEN!" His voice booms like thunder and as he rushes Nutty his left hand is moving, drawing a high-tech sword from its scabbard. The thing looks like a cutlass with a bulkier handle and hand guard, and the blade crackles and hisses with electricity. There is a small wire that connects the bottom of the handle to a small charge pack somewhere in the Captain's coat. Prevent is faster than he seems, and he soon closes the distance, slashing his sword through the air at Nutty. Izzy is, so far, no help. She has one foot on the nearest chair, one hand wrapped around the handle of some dead patron's mug of mead, and her other aiming and firing her sidearm at anyone who approaches. She seems to be enjoying herself. Things never went so simply, especially not with Nutty Brass of all people. She knew better than to expect things to ever go her way through such simple and reassuring accord. The spark shooter was a spectacle within itself. A real marvel of unique engineering that would leave most men dead on a whim the moment those sparks crackled and popped away, always taking their opponent by surprise. Most of the time that's how it went anyway, prosthetics enchantments would of course be one of few means of prevention from letting the spark shooter do its job and if anyone else knew that well, it was Nutty herself. This girl spoke from experience after all. The result of her static offense certainly didn't come without gain even with Reginald still standing. Though Reginald stood true and tougher than ever, the sleeve of his coat being the only true casualty to exist from her attack, Nutty had learned something very interesting about the man she had tried to denounce into a miniature smoking crater on a whim. Another cyborg no less. What a small little world we live in after all. She'd think to herself as the former black smoke cleared and gave her the real reality check of her life. Most men and women who found themselves fighting a titan like Reginald would have turned on their heels and fled by this point, but this particular autumn haired menace hadn't even considered that for a moment. Now the game was just beginning. Ain't no other half machine half lost was going to out show her. This was personal now. With Reginald prosthetic exposed, Nutty knew that for sure she had the upper hand now. So how much more of him was metal? Was he more metal than human? She felt eager to appease her sense of curiosity as she'd slowly tilt her attention to the likes of her own left arm momentarily. Two could play at that game. But of course she highly doubted Reginald packed that certain explosive little punch that she did. No, no, instead he came at her with a blade. How old-fashioned, despite the exquisite work behind said electrifying technology. He came in quick showing off the true force behind the scale of his size, but no giant was left without their Achilles heel. Finding that certain little weak spot Reginald was bound to have somewhere been a necessity by this point and surveying the extent of prosthetics seemed to be the most sensible approach. This was her field of expertise after all. Regenald came in strong, his sword swinging through the air at her. Nutty despised people that relied on the nature of bladed steel to win their battles, never quite seeing the fun in all of that. This was a girl who loved fighting for the real punch of it all and just watching your opponent being made into mince meat by the end of a pointy stick or edge, certainly wasn't how she deemed that to be obtainable fun at all. Ruckus, kaboom and flames that would singe even the devils shiny red ass. Now that was her thing. Truth be told she could probably just blow the whole Tavern to high hell right now, but that wouldn't be the smartest approach. Nutty came here for Isabel and her crazy story after all and blowing herself and Isabel up wasn't exactly the type of ending she quite had in mind. That just meant that her only option was to be tactical and despite feeling unimpressed by the conclusion of playing things more careful and smart, Nutty knew her ability to do so wasn't entirely lacking either. Reginald had a wire thingy hanging down from that sword and to someone as eccentric as Nutty, that just looked like exactly the sort of Achilles heel she may have been looking for. A real red flag of weakness that was just being waved around in her face. Or so she thought. Regenald came forward and she moved back. He swung that damn blade close to her, so close it cut the edge of her other cheek. She wasn't going to be happy about that, but right now all that conclusion led to was a well needed source of aggressive. As Nutty withdrew from Reginald offense, she'd grab one of the chairs sitting empty around the now battle torn room and gripped it tightly with her left hand. She picked the chair up in an instant, the nature of how she did seem almost unlikely, given the size of her and the size of the chair. Unless there was also more to this girl that met the eye as well. Once she had it in hand she'd whip the damn thing straight at Reginald head on. Throwing the chair at him with a prosthetic arm of her own was only a means of distraction after all, as her real offense came from lifting her boot up and arching her foot in between the space between the wire and the electrified sword. Her foot managed to hook in between the wire and him and when it did, she'd use the metal base of her armored boot to tug down hard on the cord in an attempt to discontinue the sword of it's power entirely. Nutty hoped that the stagger from the chair would at least temporarily cause Reginald to falter and when it did, the momentum of that stagger would also play in her favor of pulling that certain special plug that came that nasty little weapon of his energized. It was certainly a bold move, but just the right kind of bold move that Nutty knew would give her an advantage in the situation. Still, she wouldn't be caught for a fool twice. Coming reassured was something of a necessity when it came to her habits and she wasn't about to wait around and find out. Her left hand dug into her coat in the spur of the moment and pulled what appeared to be a single stick of reinforced dynamite. She held it firmly beneath the secrecy of her own prosthetic hand, her eyes sharply turning to address Reginald in a very profile manner.“Fair warning from fella tin bucket to tin bucket. But this stuff ain't gonna just singe your coat sweetie. It duns Matt how jacked up on metal ya are, or where it's from. This stuff will always get the job done. And right now I ain't looking to tango wit CIA, office peg leggy.” She'd say, threatening to blow everyone to hell if Reginald didn't back the hell off, if her attempt at stripping some power away from him just simply wasn't enough. The big officer's sword came slashing downward, splitting the chair in two. The distraction allowed Nutty to disengage the sword's wire from its power box, rendering it slightly less harmful. It was simply now an incredibly sharp cutlass - but at least it wasn't electrified. Reginald let out a derisive snort, like an irritated moose. He was about the size of one, so it suited him. He glared daggers down at Nutty." You don't have the stones for that, waif. I know your type, you'll not off yourself to get me. Besides, if one of us is going to survive that blast it's going to be old Reginald!" He brought his weapon up again and leveled it at Nutty's throat. Suddenly, there was a click. The distinctive sound of a hammer being pulled back. Izzy's gun pressed against the big fellow's temple." Odds are ye won't survive a bullet through the temple, ye big moose. So be a good lad an' drop the weapon." The dark-skinned pirate canted her head to Nutty and smiled,"Besides, I think you've underestimated this lass. I think she'd blow us all to hell if we gave her a chance." Regenald glared over his shoulder, then back at Nutty. Back to Izzy, he rumbled,"Lady Isabel. Her Ladyship Sanguine still requests your presence at home. If you'll come back, it would make things much easier." Izzy chuckled,"Oh, sure. Go right back an' the second I walk through the door you clap me in irons, I'll bet. No, thank ye. I'd rather have a shabby palace than a gilded cage." The brute grunted and tossed down his weapon. Izzy nodded in the direction of the door and stepped backwards slowly. She led Nutty out the door, grinned at the redhead and turned, starting to run up the stairs. Together, the pair burst out the exit and into the night. As they fled through the streets, the privateer conversed with her new recruit,"Well! Only one recruit, but ye seem a capable lass! Could've been worse, eh? What's yer name, love?" A catch? Well of course there was a catch! There was always when someone started waving dynamite around in another persons face and once she pulled it out she certainly meant to get her point across. A gun didn't do it, talking about it was totally outside her character and wouldn't do it, which just meant that quickly Nutty knew she was running out options. The real catch here wasn't the fact that she pulled out the dynamite, but the fact that she knew full well she'd blow everyone to high hell without a second thought if she needed too. Having a fancy sword and being enrolled in the queens special boy scout club wasn't enough to scare her out of it. Doing this sort of thing was just what Nutty had always done best, and it was because of this that she often preferred a more subtle role, when it came to the customs of piracy and the particular sort of life it held. She'd make one heck of a warrior no doubt, but this was the type of woman who just much rather preferred keeping her nose out of other conflicts as much as she could. That was until someone just said or did the wrong thing at the wrong time. Once that happened there was just no stopping her. Regenald going off on her when he did and how he did was just the thing to tip that rather fragile scale that was her patience. Nutty didn't come here to get into nightly scrummages with authority officials after all, but apparently the engagement was inevitable. In the beginning she made nothing of it really. Nutty only saw Isabel for what she was, a worthy captain of a worthy expedition. All of a sudden that all changed the minute Reginald opened his mouth and managed to spill the beans and oh how were those beans more smelly than ever. Lady Isabel, huh? Well. Now it all made it sense. Apparently this little mess up had zero to do with her and was about a much bigger picture. Nutty knew she shouldn't have been surprised in hearing what she did, but she couldn't help but shrug in annoyed disbelief at the dialogue spoken by the half bucket half man in front of her. These people and their royal issues. She ought to get them a royal tissue.! The thought of saying it amused her and Nutty knew that there was really nothing holding her back, but instead she weighed the real value in speaking her mind in the then and the now. Nutty didn't want to have to deal with Reginald any further than she already had, so instead she deemed it wise to just forget about the whole thing. A dramatic and almost childish pouting of her lips formed momentarily, the hand that she bore free, swinging to the curve of her hip as she'd put on a bit of a show for everyone to see. It was then that she'd press them lips together and flutter them about in a disapproving puttering motion. She was being annoying on purpose, and frankly she just didn't give a damn, this was part of who she just was after all. That stick of dynamite she threatened everyone with still held high and obvious to the crowd that served to become her undesired audience.“Ya damn right I dun got no stones. If I did, I'd probably be thrown em at that big ole mug of years. Easy target no doubt sweetie. But hey, it ain't like you know anything else but the rules. Quite the loyal little tin bucket you are light ya?” She'd say with a snapping tone. Following the end of her sentence she'd swing on her heels and begin to step off, as if Reginald just wasn't worth her attention any longer.“Bunch sappy sucks yer all turning into ta. Kinda disappointing really, but what can I say. Can judge no book by its covey no doubt. And don't feel like reading so buzz off!” She'd say. The further she wandered away from the two the more evident it became that she intended to leave right then and there. It wasn't until Isabel caught up to her and guided her out the door that Nutty realized she may not have been as out of luck as she had formerly thought. Isabel was certainly mysterious to say the least and come to think that all Nutty knew was that Izzy was exactly the type of character she hadn't originally expected her to be. Everyone had to start somewhere no doubt. It made her think back to where she came from. Just a small town girl living in a cute little house in the middle of no where, and now she was the worst kind of villainy that this side of country knew. It was amazing how one small bad deed just led to another, and eventually you barely recognized yourself, forgot what you were doing everything for in the first place. It gave her a lot to think about and even more to consider the moment Isabel offered to take her aboard on the way out regardless of everything else. Izzy's question rang through her mind like an echo, testing the simplistic nature of her answer. She had a normal name, but she didn't like it. Instead, people knew her by a nickname instead one that meant something to her after all. Explaining any of that to Izzy at the time seemed pointless, but for some reason she just couldn't help herself from becoming curious by the thought of knowing she was trusting herself under the leadership of a total stranger. Reginald didn't know her and Izzy was no better yet and what Nutty had said back there, she really meant it. Blowing a pub sky-high wasn't exactly outside her limits no doubt.“Call me Nutty capt. Weird little name I adopted from a few other goons I used to work with. Up until. Well ya know. Blowing up a small town pub ain't nothing I wouldn't do. Only problem was. This particular stick is a dud. The good news is I consider us both pretty lucky and both a heck of a lot richer given the fact that were both still fully intact no doubt.” She'd say, her attention gesturing to the stick of dynamite as she'd pull it from sight. "Luck's a privateer's best friend, lass. Ye'll know when ours runs out cos we'll be dead!" Izzy quipped with a laugh. Together, they darted through side streets until Isabel was sure they'd lost any tail. After that, their pace slowed as they made their way to the docks, the two ladies losing themselves in the crowd that walked the streets at night." By the way, that bit about the moose back there havin' the other half of the map?"she said,"It was a lie." Isobel flashed Nutty a good-natured grin and clapped the young woman on the shoulder." No hard feeling's. I just wanted everyone in there ta take a shot at the bucket 'o bolts. Not that they wouldn'tta fought that lot anyway, it's just good ta motivate people with reward. I do know where the other half is, though. Scout's honor on that." The pirate grinned mirthfully. Soon, they reached the docks where Isabel's ship sat. It was a small craft built for a small crew, a little thing that could probably only need three people to man her, max.(Wandering Liar, with its fin-like sails and single engine, looked a little like a dragonfly halted in mid-flight. She was a sleek craft, with twin front-mounted Gatling guns and a single but powerful engine. She was a bit patched up in places, but otherwise looked airworthy. The control deck was raised and gave the captain a wide view of the main deck and surrounding sky once she was airborne. A stairway led down into the belly of the ship. Isabel and Nutty boarded her and the pirate captain beckoned her new recruit up to the control deck where the dark-skinned privateer started to go through the takeoff sequence. She flipped switches and checked gauges while they chatted. An idle motion of her hand directed Nutty to a console off to one side." Ye have any experience flyin', lass? Can ye man that console there? I just need ye to check the readings and make sure everything's in the green. Check the fuel levels and make sure the engine is green, specifically." Isobel continued,"The other half of the map is in the city of This. More specifically, in the hands 'o a collector who we're going to steal it from. That'll be the easy bit. Ye don't go wavin' around dynamite all the time, do ya? Because we might need to be sneaky on this one." Apparently they both kept secrets, but for obvious good reasons. Nutty didn't doubt that Isabel may have been just the perfect type of partner in crime for just the right kind of gig she was looking for. Regardless of her hopes, it wasn't the money she was after, but the adventure in itself and so far things had taken off in anything but boring direction. This was a woman who needed a good story to remember or to tell, in the event that her partner or partners in crime, just weren't around to back it up. That's how it worked in this life after all. There were no rules, there were boundaries, just a bunch of cutthroat sleazes who wanted their share of riches and adventure no doubt. Despite all of that, she did have to follow some kind of code at the end of the day. Nutty may have been a pirate, one that had a particular expertise in engineering and big kaboom, but she couldn't do without a strong leader. A good captain was just as important as a good crew or in her case, a good duo. Nutty wasn't sure what to make of Isabel entire situation yet, especially because it had really just been the two of them. Now that made her curious and only at that moment did she even realize that she knew almost next to nothing about Isabel, aside from her claims. The thought of questioning whether they were working alone certainly came up, but she'd hold her peace and subdue her silence in the essence of the moment. First these two needed to get off this rock of an island before she could start blabbering away with those kinds of questions.“I guess it's just beta to come reassured ain't it?” She'd say in regard to Isabel coming clean about the state of the map. Nutty didn't expect Isabel to be so straight forward and especially not after being exposed to what she had back at the pub. Cutty didn't say anything else until Isabel took her to where her ship was. This was the first time she had ever seen it and despite expecting something a bit bigger, Nutty wondered if the smaller size of the vessel was actually for the better. Seeing the ship where it were and the state that it bore really forced her to recall the glorious mass of the former pirate vessel she spent most of her life on. Nutty knew the Devil's Fury could have popped this smaller ship into a hail-fire of flames in the blink of an eye, though only if the ships captain was foolish enough to let it. Navigation and smooth flying made all the difference when a critter fought a bigger beast. Thinking about that immediately made Nutty consider Isabel navigation skills. Was she good a pilot? She had to be if her ship was still standing despite all the patch up jobs it seemed to have. Be it simple realization that Isabel was a heck of a lot more than she appeared to be, Nutty had to respect her, especially if that really was her ship.“Jeez. n come to think I have only seen Biggs. Makes me curious. First time on a smaller ship ya know.” She'd exclaim aloud, making it known to Isabel that she was used to bigger ships and much bigger crews. For a moment she thought deeper about what she had agreed too. Going forward on this adventure with Isabel would imply that she was stepping outside her usual comfort zone. There'd be no large bunch of rowdy roughs singing away and stomping about the ship. No head counts after a big battle in the sky and certainly a hell of a lot less things to manage. Maybe this was just the break she needed. She certainly thought about it, but didn't hesitate to step aboard the ship for a minute. One thing was for certain and that was that Nutty knew she were more than eager to get the hell off this rock much sooner than later. Once aboard the ship she'd take her place among Isabel command. Clearly they'd want her to prove herself in some way, other than just a bar fight. That's what she assumed anyway. It was only during launch sequence that Nutty heard the question she had been expecting since the very first second she had managed to capture Isabel attention back at the pub. Nutty's attention shot over to the console on command, she had seen many of these consoles before. Big small, even been on a few ships that bore barely functioning ones.“Yea. It ain't no trouble. You uh, have someone who tends to the engine on a regular basis? I mean standing here manning this little gizmo-do-DA is one thing, but if the old boot needs it. I could certainly give it the quality grease up It's probably never had the next time you think we got the time. Ain't nothing personal I swear. Just a little paranoid about those things.” She'd say, knowing full well why she said. Faulty engines being unattended to were no joke, especially once the ships left the ground. Regardless of Isabel response, she'd do what she was asked to without any fuss at all.“Not always. But sometimes sum people just say the wrong things at the wrong times. And the perfect opportunities just seem to present themselves. I can hold back, if it's an absolute necessity capt.” She' joke, an evident smirk slipping into place amidst her carefree expression. "I do have someone ta look after her engine, lass. You." Izzy grinned broadly at Nutty. Together they got the Wandering Liar airborne and started away from the town. Once they were a safe distance away and the captain was sure they weren't being pursued, she relaxed and turned to her new crew member." Aye, this is a small ship,"she said,"She's not much for takin' hits, but she can fly circles around anythin' in the sky. I can run her myself if need be, but two or three additional crew makes her a bit easier to maintain. I'd been hopin' to recruit more than one person back there, but that big lout had ta bust in an' ruin everything." Isabel lifted and raised her shoulders in a brief shrug. Such was life. She figured that right about now, the naval officer and his crew would be slapping any surviving pirates in irons and preparing to haul the lot of 'em in. She'd lost a watering hole, but at least gained a crew member. Turning, Izzy fiddled with the control panel for a moment and set a course for the ship to take. The Wandering Liar would keep in the cloud cover, the small profile of the ship helping it stay hidden like a shark under the water. All anyone might glimpse is the ship's 'fins', it's sails slicing through the clouds as it traveled. The captain led Nutty off the bridge and below the deck. Downstairs was a long hallway with several doorways on either side and one at the end. First on the left was their stop and Isabel swung it open to reveal a rather spartan-looking bedroom. Nothing much, just a dresser, table with a pair of chairs, and a small bed." This here's yours, lass. Feel free to decorate it as ye like. You can explore the rest of the ship at yer leisure." She said, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest with a grin." We ought ta have smooth sailin' 'til we hit This. You kin check the engine if ya so please, but if ya don't know what'Cher doin' then let me know. If ye screw over my ship, I'm tossin' ya over." The last part was said with a bit of mirth in her voice, but the intent in her eyes was real and terrible.

The Motherlode - [MissFire & Blissy]|rating:4.0

THE DARK CONTINENT _ Gasca Nebuna (IC Thread)

(GA SCA NEBULA"Profligates!" the Captain of the Dearly Departed, one Mr. Harrow, said. "Infidels!" He quickly added. "Treasonous whores!" The Geisha Nebula found itself in yet another scrape, bound together to the mast of the ship, except for the Gatlin, who was imprisoned in a cage that once belonged to a parrot. They had sought passage to the DARK CONTINENT aboard the Dearly Departed some months back, and they had become accustomed to the many joys of the company of so many lonely men. There came to pass a moment where Captain Harrow had nearly lost control of his men, and today... today was the day of reckoning." Mr. Goff," the Captain said to his first-in-command, one Mr. Goff. "Commence to keelhaul." A young, handsome man, a sailor who had been enamored with the Geisha Nebula's leader, the comely Curve Sacra, was then thrown overboard and dragged across the barnacled keel of the ship. When he was dragged back up from the water, what remained was a corpse." Feed him to the sharks!" Captain Harrow said, and the men laughed. The body was then untied and thrown unceremoniously overboard." Now, who shall go next?" It was here that there emerged some commotion from the bird's nest. The Captain looked up in confusion. From afar, the report of a cannon. It howled through the air, crashed into the ship, and put a hole in the captain that literally knocked him out of his boots. Chaos followed as cannons, here and there, were fired. It was here that the Geisha Nebula could make their escape, or at least... die trying!IOC:Welcome to the new game. You are currently tied up in thick rope, and you will need to work together to escape. You are currently unarmed, and your personal belongings are stored in the captain's cabins, which are located some twenty feet away. Along the way, you will encounter sailors who will want to put a knife in you. If your character sheet is not complete, find some complication IC-wise that prohibits them from acting, like... they are manacled or some other specific reason. ((#id=2477297)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP:46AC:15Standard Perception:+0Temporary effects:Celestial ObedienceDoxie was having a wonderful time on this delightful cruise! She understood now why so many people spoke so highly of sailing. The weather was lovely. The motion of the ship along the waves was hypnotic, and she could lose herself simply watching the water for hours at a time. And the company! She'd been having such a fun time with the crew, she hadn't even unpacked any clothing in the months they'd been aboard. And now they were the center of attention again, which Dixie just loved. The captain was talking about them, calling them by such lovely names, admiring their beauty and their spirit. Dixie lounged comfortably against the mast as the captain made his flowery speech, and...... and then one of Curve's friends was thrown overboard, dragged up as a ragged corpse, and thrown overboard again. But that meant...oh." Curva, something's wrong!" she shrieked. "I think they want to kill us!" The boom of distant cannon shocked her back to lucidity. She struggled briefly against the thick rope tying her to the mast - how had she not noticed that before? - before giving it up as a lost cause. She couldn't get free that way. But maybe somebody else could." Katarina!" she cried out, twisting around to bring the damper into her field of view. "You can get us out of this, right? Of course, you can. This is easy! Haha... too easy..." She made an air-kiss in Katarina's direction, then trailed off into mad giggling. GM Notice:Dixie uses her Fortune hex on Katarina, then uses the Cackle hex to extend its duration for an extra round. Fortune hex The witch can grant a creature within 30 feet a bit of good luck for 1 round. The target can call upon this good luck once per round, allowing him to reroll any ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check, taking the better result. He must decide to use this ability before the first roll is made. (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC at moment 10 then 15Curva Sacra found themselves in a pickle of a bind. Stripped naked and tied up. Such a situation under normal circumstances could be quite fun and arousing. For it's often that members of the Geisha Nebula found themselves in such situations. This was not one of them. As the young sailor is keelhauled, losing his life in the process. The harsh reality of those that follow false gods that deny the pleasures of life and of the skin. Vowing to herself that she would exact revenge upon the captain Harrow, as her goddess Cali stria calls for in her teachings. Not idle working to free herself with her skill set of escape artist. A boom sounds and whistling sound, followed by a cannonball putting a hole through captain Harrow. Followed by the captain falling over, either dead or near it is the assumption. Freeing herself she would call out to her crew in its secret language of limb ascent. "Free yourselves, we need to aid the crew in repelling the pirates." Speaking out as she slips out of the bindings and is free. She looks to see who is needs help in escaping the bindings. As she switches to common tongue and calls out an order for the crew since the captain is out. Using her leadership and taking control at the moment as the ship's leader." Man your stations, return fire. Let's show them their folly men!"GM Notice:Escaping bindings with escape artist skill At 2021-06-28 10:28:40, Curve (UID: 714) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 27 (27Diplomacy with calling out orders to crew At 2021-06-28 10:47:21, Curve (UID: 714) rolls: 1d20a14 Result: 30 (30 (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:12Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:AC is 10Obviously he wasn't one to get comfortable with a bunch of men who hadn't seen a bath for months. Fortunately with his magic that kind of issue wasn't a problem, and he was a decent fucking cook so he was more or less improving quality of life aboard the ship for the trip. And as for pleasurable company, there was quite the number of options for those with more peculiar tastes. Anything that the girls couldn't provide with their lovely charms, Harper was capable of summoning some measure of entertainment for the lonely soul. Usually they get their freak on in private whilst he was reading in another room to keep concentration for however long it took for the summoned creature to finish the task of fucking a sailor. Captain Harrow had easily sniffed out the more obvious spell caster which was Thomas. So he wasn't just bound but gagged just to make sure he couldn't get himself free via magic. He didn't understand how Dixie could be so aloof about this situation since it seemed quite hopeless even to a person with divination at their fingertips. Meanwhile, they got to witness what was going to be happening to them one by one. Mentally swearing to himself, and that this was bad, he was scrambling in his mind to try and figure a way out of his ropes. Ironically his odd relationships with fate seemed to kick in. For when the commotion was starting, with the sudden array of cannon fire, this gave them the chance to get away. Thomas was trying to vigorously free himself, but the ropes are far too strong for him to break, and his head was trying to shake the gag off his mouth. Then Captain Harrow was suddenly blasted out of his boots. Good. He wasn't too keen on being keelhauled himself and the scum frankly deserved worse. He resumed trying to get himself free, but he wasn't able to do it."hmm Mammal!!!" He was needing some help. GM Notice:Nothing of note (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:AC:11Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC 10Jassa wasn’t happy, being hung over, naked and tied to the main mast of the ship. Hung over due to her use of a recreational substance she’d brewed up for a few of the crew the night before. Clearly they had been in on the upcoming shenanigans as they were mostly sober and upright. Her head throbbed as she watched the sailor get keelhauled, and she flexed and relaxed her arms to get enough space to wiggle free.“Well that was quite the surprise wasn’t it?” She said as she closed her eyes in an attempt to clear her head of the writhing throbbing soreness of her hangover. She flexed her clockwork arm to release the hidden blades as she continued to work at the rope to get free, nodding to Thomas as he wriggled and swore through his gag. “Oh aye, captain definitely deserved that he did Thomas.” She said with a wry grin as she slid her clockwork arm free then slid her other three arms free as well before stepping out of the loosening ropes to tend to the others, starting by untagging Thomas. GM Note: Escape Artist: 18 (( Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP:45/45AC:currently 10 (DAMN BEING NAKED)Standard Perception:+9Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Kat woke up to the bright sun baring down on her naked flesh, thankfully though she’d not gained the same sensitivity as some of her kin. Still as Kat woke up she woke up cursing under her breath and straining against her ropes. “What in Sam hell is this shit?” She asked but didn’t expect an answer. But it was clear she’d been stripped and bound before the rest of the crew. Kat watched as there was a man thrown overboard, his body dragged along the bottom of the boat. By the time he was pulled back up onto deck the body was shredded, mangled, and all but pulled apart for them to see. It was clearly an intimidation factor. The only problem was Kat didn’t scare easy, in fact the moment she awoke she was working to get lose from her bindings. Kat looks to Dixie, “Get us out of these ropes easy, out of this scrape 70/30 split in our favor” she winked pact at Dixie as she started to work on the ropes that bound them all. Which for her was an easy task, her nimble fingers made quick work of the ropes binding her hands and soon the ones binding her legs followed. The sudden attack covering her escape easily enough. Though she was still naked and unarmed Kat moved to free the rest of her group’s bindings. “Fight the pirates, these bastards just had us dead to right. Why the hell would we want to help them?” Kat grumbled as she worked to free the rest of their merry band.“I don’t know how to fire a cannon, any of you bitches know how to?” She asked before reaching for a discarded blade. Feeling the familiar weight in her hand was almost comforting. And despite being naked, with blade in hand Kat didn’t feel so exposed. “Fine I’ll fight the pirates and then the show these bastards how to tie a proper knot!” GM Notice:freeing any of our people that aren’t free yet and freeing herself escape artist =22 At 2021-06-28 19:50:57, Curvy Kitten (UID: 3408) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 22 (( of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:13 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Checks (if Possible)It was quite rude of the Captain treating them and his crew this way. Tessa was sure that there was a reason in his mind of his. All men always believe they have a good reasoning behind the things that they do, even if they don't. She did not like violence. She preferred to love, well most of the time. But this called for vengeance. Pity the Captain was possibly already dead, but maybe he could still be revived and punished for his actions. She let out a soft sigh as she felt the mast along her naked back and ass. She wiggled a little as she felt the roughness of it caress her skin. Furthermore, she was not as tall as the others, in fact she was quite small. Many of the men and women loved her because of it, that and her expertise with the whip. Nessa smiled at Katarina then. She was close to her as Katarina worked to free her. Their skin had a similar hue. Perhaps hers was a little lighter."Thank you, Katarina, remind me to reward you later.," she whispered in her friend's ear. Yes, she definitely deserved a reward. Then again it was a reward for herself too. She stepped out of the ropes as she is finally freed, gently brushing her naked body against Katarina as she does so. It was not accidental, not at all. She paused, then looked at the crew before her. "Curve Sacra is correct. We are your best chance to survive this. With our spells and healing we will turn the tide my loves. Of course when this is over, you will be rewarded." With that, she sashayed calmly to the Captain's cabin meaning to take their items. They would need them in their coming battle. She did not hide her nakedness, frankly she felt quite comfortable but knew it would be a distraction. An advantage now but not so much later. Turning back to her companions and some of the crew,"Would someone help me?"GM Notice:Diplomacy 35, 36 if they are attracted to meat 2021-06-28 21:41:00, Organist (UID: 62397) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 29 (ROUND ONE This will be a rather chaotic event, and I'm not sure that I will succeed in Going it. Since it is so chaotic, I will not be asking for initiative checks. The GM apologizes for being such a goon, but... here is a map of the event. As you can see, there are a number of men "milling" about. These men are all in a variety of sailing/naval-combat-related tasks. There is a dead fellow on the ground. That's the captain. There's another dead fellow. He's... well, he was another sailor who got blasted by the same cannonball that killed the captain. About the sailors... There are more sailors in the ship's rigging and in the decks below. The ship has a crew just north of 30. With that said, let's go!(from: Hope Fox on 28-06-2021, 16:04:42((#id=1054749)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP: 46AC: 15Standard Perception: +0Temporary effects: Celestial ObedienceDoxie was having a wonderful time on this delightful cruise! She understood now why so many people spoke so highly of sailing. The weather was lovely. The motion of the ship along the waves was hypnotic, and she could lose herself simply watching the water for hours at a time. And the company! She'd been having such a fun time with the crew, she hadn't even unpacked any clothing in the months they'd been aboard. And now they were the center of attention again, which Dixie just loved. The captain was talking about them, calling them by such lovely names, admiring their beauty and their spirit. Dixie lounged comfortably against the mast as the captain made his flowery speech, and...... and then one of Curve's friends was thrown overboard, dragged up as a ragged corpse, and thrown overboard again. But that meant... oh." Curva, something's wrong!" she shrieked. "I think they want to kill us!" The boom of distant cannon shocked her back to lucidity. She struggled briefly against the thick rope tying her to the mast - how had she not noticed that before? - before giving it up as a lost cause. She couldn't get free that way. But maybe somebody else could." Katarina!" she cried out, twisting around to bring the damper into her field of view. "You can get us out of this, right? Of course, you can. This is easy! Haha... too easy..." She made an air-kiss in Katarina's direction, then trailed off into mad giggling. GM Notice: Dixie uses her Fortune hex on Katarina, then uses the Cackle hex to extend its duration for an extra round. Fortune hex The witch can grant a creature within 30 feet a bit of good luck for 1 round. The target can call upon this good luck once per round, allowing him to reroll any ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check, taking the better result. He must decide to use this ability before the first roll is made. The trip had been quite lovely, Dixie, but even the absent-minded basilar could tell that the pleasure cruise was coming to an end! Let us hope that it is not in the bottom of the ocean! Dixie casts a fortune hex on the fiery red-headed damper, Katarina! The hex is successfully cast! Doxie, you watch as Curve Sacra and then Katarina slip through the bonds, and then as Katarina cuts the rope, freeing you. Quote from: Even Sex Goddess on 28-06-2021, 17:50:32(Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP: 48/48AC: 18 Standard Perception: +8Tagging: Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects: AC at moment 10 then 15Curva Sacra found themselves in a pickle of a bind. Stripped naked and tied up. Such a situation under normal circumstances could be quite fun and arousing. For it's often that members of the Geisha Nebula found themselves in such situations. This was not one of them. As the young sailor is keelhauled, losing his life in the process. The harsh reality of those that follow false gods that deny the pleasures of life and of the skin. Vowing to herself that she would exact revenge upon the captain Harrow, as her goddess Cali stria calls for in her teachings. Not idle working to free herself with her skill set of escape artist. A boom sounds and whistling sound, followed by a cannonball putting a hole through captain Harrow. Followed by the captain falling over, either dead or near it is the assumption. Freeing herself she would call out to her crew in its secret language of limb ascent. "Free yourselves, we need to aid the crew in repelling the pirates." Speaking out as she slips out of the bindings and is free. She looks to see who is needs help in escaping the bindings. As she switches to common tongue and calls out an order for the crew since the captain is out. Using her leadership and taking control at the moment as the ship's leader. "Man your stations, return fire. Let's show them their folly men!" GM Notice: Escaping bindings with escape artist skill At 2021-06-28 10:28:40, Curve (UID: 714) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 27 (27Diplomacy with calling out orders to crew At 2021-06-28 10:47:21, Curve (UID: 714) rolls: 1d20a14 Result: 30 (30The leader of this exalted troupe had been bound before by better knots and in weirder spots, so it was certain that Curve Sacra could escape the bindings of a mewling young man who had tied them up so trepidatiously. Curve escapes the bonds that imprisoned her! She begins giving commands, but... she quickly realizes that the men are a bit too involved with the chaos to listen to her. Remember, diplomacy takes time. And, my lovely dark-skinned draw, you have none. Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 28-06-2021, 19:41:39(Harper (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP: 40/40AC: 12 Standard Perception: +2Tagging: Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects: AC is 10Obviously he wasn't one to get comfortable with a bunch of men who hadn't seen a bath for months. Fortunately with his magic that kind of issue wasn't a problem, and he was a decent fucking cook so he was more or less improving quality of life aboard the ship for the trip. And as for pleasurable company, there was quite the number of options for those with more peculiar tastes. Anything that the girls couldn't provide with their lovely charms, Harper was capable of summoning some measure of entertainment for the lonely soul. Usually they get their freak on in private whilst he was reading in another room to keep concentration for however long it took for the summoned creature to finish the task of fucking a sailor. Captain Harrow had easily sniffed out the more obvious spell caster which was Thomas. So he wasn't just bound but gagged just to make sure he couldn't get himself free via magic. He didn't understand how Dixie could be so aloof about this situation since it seemed quite hopeless even to a person with divination at their fingertips. Meanwhile, they got to witness what was going to be happening to them one by one. Mentally swearing to himself, and that this was bad, he was scrambling in his mind to try and figure a way out of his ropes. Ironically his odd relationships with fate seemed to kick in. For when the commotion was starting, with the sudden array of cannon fire, this gave them the chance to get away. Thomas was trying to vigorously free himself, but the ropes are far too strong for him to break, and his head was trying to shake the gag off his mouth. Then Captain Harrow was suddenly blasted out of his boots. Good. He wasn't too keen on being keelhauled himself and the scum frankly deserved worse. He resumed trying to get himself free, but he wasn't able to do it. "Hmm Mammal!!!" He was needing some help. GM Notice: Nothing of note The wizard remained bound to the ship's mast, his hands tied and his mouth gagged. This wasn't an uncommon event, not with such delicious company. Let us see if the wizard's fortunes change within the round. And indeed, they do, for Katarina cuts the ropes that kept him bound to the mast. That helped you little, though, since your hands were still tied together, and you were still gagged. Quote from: Curvy Kitten on 29-06-2021, 03:09:37(Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP: 45/45AC: currently 10 (DAMN BEING NAKED)Standard Perception: +9Tagging: Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Kat woke up to the bright sun baring down on her naked flesh, thankfully though she’d not gained the same sensitivity as some of her kin. Still as Kat woke up she woke up cursing under her breath and straining against her ropes. “What in Sam hell is this shit?” She asked but didn’t expect an answer. But it was clear she’d been stripped and bound before the rest of the crew. Kat watched as there was a man thrown overboard, his body dragged along the bottom of the boat. By the time he was pulled back up onto deck the body was shredded, mangled, and all but pulled apart for them to see. It was clearly an intimidation factor. The only problem was Kat didn’t scare easy, in fact the moment she awoke she was working to get lose from her bindings. Kat looks to Dixie, “Get us out of these ropes easy, out of this scrape 70/30 split in our favor” she winked pact at Dixie as she started to work on the ropes that bound them all. Which for her was an easy task, her nimble fingers made quick work of the ropes binding her hands and soon the ones binding her legs followed. The sudden attack covering her escape easily enough. Though she was still naked and unarmed Kat moved to free the rest of her group’s bindings. “Fight the pirates, these bastards just had us dead to right. Why the hell would we want to help them?” Kat grumbled as she worked to free the rest of their merry band. “I don’t know how to fire a cannon, any of you bitches know how to?” She asked before reaching for a discarded blade. Feeling the familiar weight in her hand was almost comforting. And despite being naked, with blade in hand Kat didn’t feel so exposed. “Fine I’ll fight the pirates and then the show these bastards how to tie a proper knot!” GM Notice: freeing any of our people that aren’t free yet and freeing herself escape artist =22 At 2021-06-28 19:50:57, Curvy Kitten (UID: 3408) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 22 (Following Sacra Curve's lead, the foxy damper, scourge of the night, temptress and seductress and killer one and all, slipped the ropes with such nimbleness that one might wonder at her impressive wiriness. Then, with the cut of a blade, Katarina set her friends free by slashing the rope. It fell at the feet of her compatriots. Quote from: Organist on 29-06-2021, 05:18:32(of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP: 48/48AC: 13 (Naked) Standard Perception: +10Tagging: Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects: 24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Checks (if Possible)It was quite rude of the Captain treating them and his crew this way. Tessa was sure that there was a reason in his mind of his. All men always believe they have a good reasoning behind the things that they do, even if they don't. She did not like violence. She preferred to love, well most of the time. But this called for vengeance. Pity the Captain was possibly already dead, but maybe he could still be revived and punished for his actions. She let out a soft sigh as she felt the mast along her naked back and ass. She wiggled a little as she felt the roughness of it caress her skin. Furthermore, she was not as tall as the others, in fact she was quite small. Many of the men and women loved her because of it, that and her expertise with the whip. Nessa smiled at Katarina then. She was close to her as Katarina worked to free her. Their skin had a similar hue. Perhaps hers was a little lighter. "Thank you, Katarina, remind me to reward you later.," she whispered in her friend's ear. Yes, she definitely deserved a reward. Then again it was a reward for herself too. She stepped out of the ropes as she is finally freed, gently brushing her naked body against Katarina as she does so. It was not accidental, not at all. She paused, then looked at the crew before her. "Curve Sacra is correct. We are your best chance to survive this. With our spells and healing we will turn the tide my loves. Of course when this is over, you will be rewarded." With that, she sashayed calmly to the Captain's cabin meaning to take their items. They would need them in their coming battle. She did not hide her nakedness, frankly she felt quite comfortable but knew it would be a distraction. An advantage now but not so much later. Turning back to her companions and some of the crew, "Would someone help me?"GM Notice: Diplomacy 35, 36 if they are attracted to meat 2021-06-28 21:41:00, Organist (UID: 62397) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 29 (beautiful Tessa of the Lash emerged from her bindings. She tried to speak reason to the men, but alas... the impassioned throng of men could scarcely have taken the time to listen to the women. They were under attack, and they had to repel a boat full of pirates. EVENT!KABOOM!! Another cannonball rips through the rope netting and soars through the air with an ear-piercing shriek. It is a direct hit against the mast of the ship! Wood splinters, burns, and sputters as the mast falls! Everyone: make a DC 17 reflex save. If you succeed, you manage to avoid getting hit by the mast or its rigging. If you fail by less than five, you manage to get tangled by the mast's rigging. If you fail by less than ten but more than five, you manage to get stuck underneath the mast, but remain uninjured. If you fail by more than ten, you will suffer 4d6 damage and become stuck under the mast. ((#id=2477297)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP:46AC:15Standard Perception:+0Temporary effects:Celestial Obedience"I'll take that bet!" Dixie shot back at Katarina as she shrugged out of the newly sliced ropes. "Bunkering Katie!" she continued in graceful Limb Ascent, conveying the sexual favor she owed Katarina if they escaped alive. Or did she owe her if they died? Her mistresses were cut free or slipped out of their own accord, and things were looking up already! Relatively speaking, considering the pirates who were bombarding them... The crack of wood above them cut her musings short, and without even looking, she leapt forward and avoided both the mast and the rigging as they crashed down onto the deck. She rolled to a stop in front of Curve Sacra, and looked up at the beautiful woman who commanded her on this mortal plane, kissing her feet. "This ship isn't winning any battles, Mistress!" she cried. "If we stay afloat, it's on the pirate's ship, not this one!" Another giggle rose from her bosom as she imagined their merry band living a life piratical. GM Notice:Reflex save: 25 (Safe! Doxie uses her Fortune hex on Curve Sacra, then uses the Cackle hex to extend the duration of both hexes for an extra round. (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC at moment 15 / Entangled under the mast's rigging. Just as Curve realized that in the chaos, the crew were too busy to listen to her. Through long practice, already going to their stations. Readying for a fight, to repel the pirates as the ship is continued to be bombarded. The mast near her is hit, and like a lumberjack with a mighty swing of his axe. The mast splinters and cracks as it falls over towards her and the others with all of it's rigging. Survival instinct kicks in and the ebony beauty goes to dive out of its way. She is not quick enough and finds herself tangled up in the mast's rigging. Despite this, success for, she avoided serious injury. As she begins to untangle herself from the rigging. The words of the groups apprentice, Katarina, are still within her thoughts." Is everyone alright, free yourselves if caught in the rigging. We help because we know them. The captain is gone, the keelhauled lad was his tool to keep control through fear. These are the same men that many sought our pleasure. The fear of otherwise is now dead. The pirates are unknown and likely outcome sold into slavery." She arrays out as she goes about untangling herself from the rigging. Thanks to the fortune hex (2nd roll 11 take the better at 13 the first roll) from her slave Dixie she avoided getting stuck under the rigging. GM Notice:Reflex save avoid mast, and it's rigging DC17At 2021-06-29 09:02:30, Curve (UID: 714) rolls: 1d20a7 DC: 17 Result: 13 (13If you fail by less than five, you manage to get tangled by the mast's rigging. (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:12Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:Currently Entangled"Mmm! Humph!" He muttered through the gag as Lassa went for that first before trying to cut him free of the mast. He had no idea how helpful that was going to be within the next few seconds. Thomas was more than happy to get the gag off and his body soon followed in suit thanks to Lassa cutting him free. Pity his wrists were still tied." Thanks Lassa. Shame that I couldn't do that myself." Her coy comment about the Captain getting exactly what he deserved was met with a dissatisfied tone. His wrists were offered to Lassa to cut those last bindings free since they made damn sure he wasn't going to be casting magic." I was kind of wanting to do that but let's find a way off-"That dissatisfaction soon turned into surprise when the second shot from the cannons snapped the mast like a twig."OH SHIT!" Thomas was a great many things, but he wasn't disloyal to his own. The mast was falling down upon them, and he immediately tried to bring Lassa down so they wouldn't get crushed. One good turn deserved another. Everything was a bit of a blur since the shot to the mast rocked the ship pretty good and his ears rang from the mast crashing down on them. He wasn't even sure that he managed to pull Lassa down and out of harms way, but he was tangled up by his lower legs in the masts rigging. The chaos of this whole situation was making it hard to keep track of anyone, but he could hear Curve speaking to them about helping the naval soldiers. Made sense since they weren't the ones firing on them right now. He was about to crawl forward but felt his legs not move and looked down."Oh, give me a gods damned break!" He said with both concern and frustrations. He had dodged two bullets of a sort, and now he was right back to where he started. His body was stuck by his thighs by some ropes of the mast and without his hands freed, he's not going anywhere. He tried to pull at the ropes knot with his teeth, but it wasn't giving so he definitely still needed something sharp to cut his wrists free on. Carefully he tried to stand up during this commotion and untangle himself since it would make moving about a lot easier."Where's the gear!?" His eyes were focusing on how far off that pirate ship was that was shooting at them. GM Notice:Thomas Harper failed his Reflex Save by a threshold of 4. He is tangled up in the rigging of the mast. Hopefully he can find a weapon to cut himself free. Because he's not having any success with his escape attempts. Reflex Save: At 2021-06-29 09:00:14, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 13 (Artist Roll to free himself. At 2021-06-29 09:38:29, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 6 (from our ship to the pirate ship DM? (Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP:45/45AC:currently 10 (DAMN BEING NAKED)Standard Perception:+9Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Kat was already moving once she cut the ropes to, red marks still remained on her naked flesh from the ropes that had been wrapped around her body. Blood splattered her feet and legs from where the captain of this ship had landed after being shot down. “You ass wholes going to just stand there or are you going to start firing back!” She grabbed one of the men that had just moments before had her capture, “MOVE IT!” She yelled and pushed him back as the mast began to fall. Kat rolled back, blade still in hand till she was well out of the way and came to a stop back on her feet. Standing tall she gripped the scabbard in her hand and growled low, “Dixie may be right,” Kat agreed with the woman but Curve was right as well. “Fine but I’ll be damned if I’m fucking a single one of these chicken shits if we live through this.” She huffed and ran up and over the edge of the mast looking about for her gear. This ship was about to be boarded, and she was bare ass naked!GM Notice:Where the heck is our gear? (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:12Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC 12“True, I expect that you can make things up for it later.” She said with a sly smile. The snap-crackle of the mast shearing off from the cannon blast drew her notice as she smoothly slides stepped Thomas’ blithe attempt to grab her clear of the falling wreckage. She moved across the deck with a grin as she looked around for a clue to where her gear was, tapping her silver arm nervously as her eyes flitted back and forth across the deck.“So, Thomas, have you need more help?” She asked as she reached over to cut the mages’ hands free with the extended blades of her clockwork arm. Furthermore, she hugged herself with one set of arms as she looked for a clue. Ref save: 17 (( of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:13 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Checks (if Possible)Tessa was walking towards the Captain's cabin, assuming that their gear was kept in there when she heard the crack. She turned around and noticed the mast tilt and her companions ducking of the way and followed suit. She felt the vibrations as the mast hit the deck of the ship. Covered in the sails, she started to move towards the direction she was heading in the first place. Perhaps she would be right and find their equipment secure. GM Notice:Failed by 2At 2021-06-29 19:42:47, Organist (UID: 62397) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 15 (be looking for our equipment GM NOTE:While the surrounding air is clouded by splinters and powder smoke, Dixie dances around the falling wood, avoiding being hit by almost being ethereal. She stops at Curve's sacred feet. Perhaps Curve found this annoying, for she was fighting to get out from under the heavy ropes. Dixie, perhaps now wasn't the time to go around kissing Curve's feet! But alas, many had probably tried to teach Dixie such things in the past without much success. Curva is tangled. Thomas was also tangled in the same mess of ropes. It was horrible, going from one problem to another, but today was just going to be like that, I am sure. Thomas looked around, trying to discern where his gear was, but he could not see it on the deck. All of their personal belongings had been taken, he recalled, into the captain's cabin, which was only twenty feet away. But who was shooting at them? Well, Thomas couldn't rightly tell exactly who was shooting cannonballs at them because... there were nearly a dozen ships around theirs, swarming them. And who inhabited these ships? Why, it wasn't the living. Thomas could see that the ships were helmed by a legion of the undead. Nessa was also entangled by the rigging of the ropes, but she was closer to the captain's cabin than Thomas or Curve. How had they come upon them so quickly? How had none seen them until they struck? These were mysteries that could not be resolved then and there, for Thomas had no way of knowing. Katarinawas free to move about the vessel. As she ran across the deck...KABOOM!... Another cannonball hit the side of the ship's hull, tilting the ship nearly 45 degrees. Katarina had to fight in order to reach the captain's cabin, nearly hurtling herself through the door and into the room in order to avoid sliding across the deck. When she arrived, she saw her personal belongings littered across the floor. Jassafollowed after Katarina, but she was unable to make it into the cabin. Lassa, when the boat pitches to starboard, you lose your footing. Make an STR check of DC 12 in order to grab on to the door for the cabin.EVERYONE... the ship pitches violently to the starboard, and the sudden motion sends several sailors into the water, while others are holding fast to whatever they can in order to avoid a watery doom! Those that are trapped in the rigging are actually safe, but Dixie needs to roll a strength check in order to hold on to something. The DC check is DC 12. (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC at moment 15 / Entangled under the mast's rigging. Things have become dire. Curve finds herself caught again in the tangle of rigging rope that has fallen on her. No need to attack it, she grabs it and begins to yank at it to break it and free herself. As she does this, the ship suddenly pitches and men get flung overboard. As the ship lurches in extreme position. While doing that, she also calls out to Tessa." Yes, Tessa our gear." As the situation deteriorates. What seems to be the fated loss of their wagons and yaks. Has a rage of anger building up. The revenge she will have on this captain of armada attacking them. She'll castrate the son of bitch as she rides him. GM Notice:Attempting to break the rigging rope to get out At 2021-06-30 12:20:32, Curve (UID: 714) rolls: 1d3a1 DC: 17 Result: 4 (4 damage (ha left the save target number in of 17 lol)[/quote] (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:12Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:Hopefully no longer Entangled. Thomas was resigned to this situation since Lassa came over to give him her aid once again with a cheeky question. She knew damn well he did, but the wizard was easily prickled at this point. She said he could make it up to her later and more than likely she'd hold him to it." Certainly could do more with my hands freed." He said with a small touch of gallows humor for this situation. Offering his bound hands he finds her blade making short work of them. Before he could say anything further the ship suddenly rocked forward and cueing his unusual fortunes that plagued him through his lifetime, getting caught in the mast's rigging actually worked to his benefit as they made an impromptu safety line to hold him on the ship. Of course this also had the misfortune of planning him back down on his chest again. Swearing in common under his breath he worked on getting himself free of the rigging so he could hopefully get to the cabin before they get struck again by another shot. He does however try and inform Lassa..." Jassa! Get to the cabin!" He said having seen Tessa head that way. Figuring that's where their gear was, it was best to get her going.However, he then notices the armada and the undead manning it." Are you fucking kidding me!? An armada of undead!?!!!" He shouted over the din of the naval combat. Fuck subtlety about any of this shit, time to get moving. So he had no knife or such, but he did have his magic. Or in this case his conjuration specific can trip. Aiming carefully at the ropes he would point his index and middle finger at the rope and speaks a swift word of arcane and suddenly a bolt of acid shoots forth to hit the ropes and eat through them in order to free himself. This acid dart was one of seven he could perform so hopefully it would do the job. He couldn't waste too much time with the ship coming apart like this. Once freed he wastes no time in moving towards the cabin. If any of them wanted a chance to live, he needs his equipment. Most important his magic and components. If he missed he swears sharply and tries again as it looks more and more desperate for him. GM Notice:Not sure if freeing myself means I have to make a Strength Check to keep my balance after the cannon fire tilts the ship, but I'll give a roll if need be. Thomas uses a Spell Like Ability - Acid Dart to make a ranged touch attack to the ropes. I rolled an attack roll for the ropes and likely missed. At 2021-06-30 14:11:29, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 9 (Roll for Ropes. Doesn't matter sadly. At 2021-06-30 14:11:11, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d6a2 Result: 7 (note: If anyone is calling for help from my companions I will rework my actions to accommodate. But yeah likely I'm going to be rolling again to get myself free. (of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:13 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Checks (if Possible)Tessa continued to crawl. Then she felt the ship tilt, the rigging and sails directly above her helped as it served the anchor her down. She heard her mentor in the chaos call out causing her to redouble of efforts to reach the Captain's cabin. Then she heard "undead". Undead are perversions of the natural order of things, not that she cared, but if they were sent to deal with them, she would give them release, whether they like it or not. But for now, she picked up speed as she headed to her goal. Once there, she will help gather everything she could and distribute it to the rest of her companions. (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:12Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC 12, fallen down (failed STR check)She was following the rush towards the captain’s cabin when the boat shifted underneath her feet. Throwing her stride off, she tumbled to the deck and landed with a grunt flat on her back as she started to slid towards the water. She tried to grab onto something as she slid towards the water. Str check: 3 (( Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP:45/45AC:currently 10 (DAMN BEING NAKED)Standard Perception:+9Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Kat ran towards the captains quarters, her speed garnered enough of a lead that when the ship tossed back and forth she was safe. Well as safe as could be considering she slammed into the doors siding. But she had at least caught herself unlike Lassa. Looking behind her Kat could see her friend failing to grip hold of anything and begin to get tossed towards the ocean water. “Damn it,” Kat growled between clenched teeth before moving back out of the captains cabin and reaching to grab hold of Lassa. “You have four fucking arms, and you still slipped?!” Kat managed a tease as she used her feet to brace herself and keep both of them from sliding any farther. GM Notice:Assuming strength check=17 At 2021-06-30 21:23:35, Curvy Kitten (UID: 3408) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18 (( (#id=2477297)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP:46AC:15Standard Perception:+0Temporary effects:Celestial Obedience As the ship rolled unexpectedly to starboard, Dixie wrapped her hand into the fallen rigging near Curve, giving her a grin as she kept herself from sliding across the deck. Seeing her cut herself free of her bindings gave her a fresh burst of hope that they would get through this. The revelation that undead ships - and more than one of them - were converging on them made her heart sink again, though. How could they possibly get out of this one? No living pirate captain to seduce, no chance that their one ship could prevail in a naval battle... things seemed dire. No. Area wouldn't have sent me here to die. They have a plan for me, and I'm going to see it through. Doxie laughed again - not the blithe giggle of a confused stray, but the confident laughter of a soldier who knew she would live through this battle and more. She hauled herself up onto her hands and knees and started crossing the deck towards the boats. There might just be a way out of here after all, for her and her band. GM Notice:Cackle to keep the Fortune hex going on Curve and Katarina, then move towards the boats. THE SINKING OF THE DEARLY DEPARTED, CONT'Whatever the equivalent of 'shit, shit, shit'Sacra could have thought of, it was running through her mind as she tried as best as she could to slice her way out of the ropes. Her mind, normally quick and agile, could scarcely comprehend how she was still trapped beneath all the rigging, but there she was, still slicing apart rope and sail. Four more hit points, and you shall be free! Just as Sacra prepared to give the ropes a good swipe, Thomascame through in a pinch. The ropes began to disintegrate under his acid spell. Both Sacra and Thomas are now free! As bothKatarinaandNessastruggled to keep their footing inside the cabin, poorJassalost hers. She tried to hold on to the door, but alas, she could not keep her grip. She "fell" and... Katarinanearly leaped out of her boots to catch Lassa from falling to her watery doom! Katarina, you successfully catch Lassa from, well, dying, the strain nearly pulling your arm out of your shoulder socket. Nessa, you begin to retrieve things that you believe are yours when... you suddenly spot a card inside a glass case. You slowly approach it. Nothing seems to matter anymore, except for this card, for it pulls you, beckons you, desires for you to release it. It is the THRONE from the DECK OF MANY THINGS, and it wants to be FREE and returned and to be whole. Nessa, you now know that which is ineffable. Meanwhile, Dixie continued her cackle, which now sounded haunting and awful within context, though it was nothing of the sort. She scrambled along the boat to one of the rowboats, which had been covered and unprepared, as it had been unused in many weeks. She even managed to unfurl a canvas tarp from its top, revealing a wooden boat that was in some disrepair, with two chipped wooden oars at the ready.KABOOM!SUNLIGHT hits the inside of the cabin as a cannonball soars through the hull of the ship, creating a hole about three feet in diameter on both sides of the room. (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC at moment 15The ropes that entangle her give way. Sacra now realizes Thomas is near her. She raises up, reaching out a hand to assist Thomas in getting up. Her eyes sweep over the ship, and beyond its railings. The undead are attacking them. The ship is going to be lost. They will need to get the lifeboats. First through, they need to fetch their gear in the captain's quarters. Whose death is a great irony. It was his spectacle that had brought upon his death. The distraction that he created and had all eyes focused on it and not beyond. Little solace is given with such thought. "Come Thomas, let us join Tessa in reclaiming our gear. With that she turn and make her way through the chaos of being bombarded to the captain's quarters. GM Notice:figure with moment has past with the extreme pitch, with the cannonball going in one side of the captain's quarters and though the other side. (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:12Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:Thomas didn't think he would actually hit it within all the tilting and violent chaos going on about him, but he must have just barely tagged the rope. The rope gave a sharp *snap* and both he and Sacra were freed. He was about to get to his feet when Sacra offered a helping hand up. Without hesitation, he took it." Don't gotta tell me twice!" And thus with as much haste as the tilted ship would allow, moves onwards towards his assumed haversack. Just that would be enough for him. He didn't bother using the locate object spell in his memory because frankly he didn't have time in his opinion to take his time to look for a tuning fork. Of course if there was a wooden fork in the captains half destroyed cabin, that would be mighty convenient. Either way, there were but two outcomes of his search. Either he finds his stuff or they are going into the drink. One thing was certain; Thomas could not wait to be on dry land after all this. He was so busy trying to find his things that he had yet to notice the "throne" in the display case. The one that Tessa was being drawn towards." Cmon c'mon, where is it!? Where's my pack!?" He said to himself more than anyone in general since he was becoming more and more frantic to escape this rather dire situation. Fuck his clothing, he needs this more than pants right now. GM Notice:Thomas is looking for his Haversack. I assume the requirements a Perception check. Thomas has rolled a 12 on his Perception. At 2021-07-01 14:18:31, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 12 (( the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:12Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC 12“Thanks my dear sweet lady.” She said as she impulsively kissed Katarina before rolling into the cabin as the cannonball cored a new pair of windows with barely a twitch at the suddenness of it. “I owe you for the save.” She said with a sly wink as she Picked up her potion bottle riddled leather tabard and started putting it on. Wiggling her ass a bit to give Katarina a show as she does so. ((#id=2477297)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP:46AC:15Standard Perception:+0Temporary effects:Celestial ObedienceDoxie let her laughter subside as she dragged away the canvas covering the rowboat - she needed her full attention for this. The state of the boat wasn't good news... but it was a boat. She ensured that the oars were securely attached to the boat, then started to drag it towards the water. She winced as another cannonball struck the ship, and looked around at her friends. Everyone else was at or near the captain's cabin, no doubt to retrieve their equipment, and Dixie certainly didn't want to lose the relics that strengthened her connection to Area and the world of magic and sexuality, but the best way she could help right now was to get the boat ready. She cast her gaze about, to check if any of the crew were nearby, and if they were likely to help or hinder her. GM Notice:Spend this round getting the boat ready. (of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:13 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Checks (if Possible)Thankfully, she did not have much in terms of her belongings. She tends to travel light. Her whips, sleeves, spider suit and her backpack. She then started on the equipment of her adopted mother's. Then she sported the glass case and her eyes widened. It was she believed an important find. She did not know much about the cards but the call to her was undeniable." Curva Sacra! Mother!. Please come!", she seldom called her mentor that, but it was urgent and such urgency, intimacy. She moved to protect the case, taking it into her hands relevantly yet cautiously. The call strong in her mind as she continued to take all that was her mentor's. (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC at moment 15Just as Curve Sacra is making her way into the captain's quarters. Tessa calls for her to come the quarters. A large gaping hole on one side and the other side is seen from the last cannonball that had gone in and out through the room. Tessa is in the midst of gathering the gear of theirs." Come sweetie, we need to be quick, this ship is going down, and we need to make it to the lifeboat. Dixie is getting it ready." With that, she would go to help to gather gear of theirs. She motioned to anyone else that has made it to the captain's quarters to help in this, so everyone's gear is gotten. The glass case in hand that Tessa protects, with a card is seen. Did it have an effect upon Curve Sacra'.GM Notice:Unsure if the card just pulls to everyone or just to the first person. (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:15Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:AC 12“Curve.” Lassa said as she collected her things no then set about picking up Dixie’s as well, adding them to her burden as she used her many arms to balance out the second pack and set of gear onto her upper shoulder’s as she looks to her leader. “What should we do?” (Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP:45/45AC:currently 10 (DAMN BEING NAKED)Standard Perception:+9Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Once Lassa was safe and not in danger of falling off the ship Rayna stood tall once more. Rolling her shoulders to relax the tension and pain in them, ‘I’ll hold you to that,” she said with a smile before moving back to the captains quarters. She started grabbing up her things, not bothering to put her clothes on at the moment. She instead focused on just getting all her crap together. With her things in tow stuffed in her pack and her weapons scooped up Rayna began to move back towards the door to the room. But instead she paused at the case with the card in it next to Tessa, “Do we even have time?” Rayna asked but there was something about this card that spoke to her. “Fuck it,” Rayna started to look over the case and see if it was trapped. And if it isn’t trapped she focuses on trying to get the damn thing unlocked so they can steal the card before them. GM Notice:perception to find any traps=15, but I have trap finding as a class skill At 2021-07-05 20:56:41, Curvy Kitten (UID: 3408) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 15 (device (open lock) =27 At 2021-07-05 20:58:08, Curvy Kitten (UID: 3408) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 27 (Now free, Curve helps Thomas to the captain's quarters, which is filled now with a cloud of cannon smoke and wooden splinters. They are followed by Lassa, who is quickly on their heels. Once inside, Thomas peels off from Curve and Lassa, searching through the mess for his haversack. He finally discovers it, but it is lodged between two planks. He reaches for it, tugs it out, but to no avail. It is stuck! Thomas, please roll a strength check, DC 13, to remove the haversack. Alternatively, you may use something, anything, to pry the boards apart, in order to move the floorboards enough to get enough purchase to remove the sack. Outside, Dixie made preparations to launch the boat. The boat, as it was, simply needed to be lowered to the water below. Dixie figured that the boat could also, technically, be dropped to the water below, given the extreme diagonal pitch of the ship. Meanwhile, Tessa called Curve's attention to the card. As Curve moved to obtain Tessa's attention, she too became overwhelmed by the card's power. It pulled her, sought her, beckoned her, pleaded with her. It begged to be free. Furthermore, it wanted nothing but to... As Curve stared at the case, Katarina, the more practical of the pair, began to search the case for traps. She had scarcely finished before Curve broke the glass and held the card in her hand. At first, nothing happened. But then... then...THE SHIP was pulled into the water by a whirlpool. Around and around it went. Sailors were flung off the ship as the ship suddenly began to spin wildly about, down, down, down. Everyone in the captain's cabin was flung about the room, except for Curve, who stood prepossessed by the card, standing where she had stood before. The only one in trouble was Dixie, who had been caught by a rope as she had been trying to free the lifeboat. Perhaps it was good that she hadn't lowered the boat, because she was able to survive the ride to the ocean deep because she was able to slide under the lifeboat's seats. Suddenly... the ship came to rest somewhere not on this earth, but in an alternate dimension, somewhere beyond the ken of man. The ship lands on a crystalline field that lies in the shadows of an old castle.(( Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:14Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:None Too little too late, did he notice why no one else was rushing things. His eyes looked over the card that was within the display case and how everyone was fooling around with it." What is the hold up!?" Thomas wondered why everyone was stalling during this situation and then Katarina essentially said fuck it and shared the mindset that taking their time was not on the menu. Unfortunately this proves to be another difficult ride as the entirety of them were drawn into some kind of whirlpool. It was around this time that the wizard spotted his haversack. And within it was his components, spare clothes, and most importantly his spell book. However, he was like the others being tossed and turned. Holding onto something to keep himself steady it happened to be one of the ladies that he grabbed hold of since they were the only ones able to keep upright." Everyone hold your breath!!!!" He shouted over the chaos. He held on tight and held his breath. Furthermore, he thought they were going to go under, but he waited for the moment... and waited... and waited. He blinked and looked up and finds that their surroundings had completely changed. The fates just love toying with him and his expectations. Not that he was complaining since he wasn't ready by any stretch of the imagination. He wasn't looking forward to trying to survive in an underwater setting and splitting his magic within an hours time amongst one another. Still, this chill in the air didn't prove promising, and he dared to try and look outside the massive hole in the cabin." Holy shit..." The ship had been grounded and was now facing a massive castle. All the while his mind was scrambling to process what had just happened. He then remembered his things and sheepishly smirked at whomever he had held onto and just sheepishly spoke." Excuse me." At least now he felt he wasn't under a pressing need to save both himself or his companions with his spell book. Still his efforts were proving a touch fruitless. He'd need both hand to lift these planks pinning his bag down. So he thinks things over and began to speak a minor word of power. He spoke in some kind of Draconian tongue, but it seemed like an unusual dialect. Suddenly a visible hand materialized and then began to float over and under the banks to seize the haversack by the straps. He concentrates on the hand, trying to pull his bag free whilst he lifts. He lifts it up, but it honestly didn't seem as hard as he was thinking it would be. Furthermore, he just lifts and pushes the planks away and the mage hand floats over the bag which weighs exactly five pounds for the wizard. Furthermore, he smiled lightly and extends his hand up. The mage hand gives the wizard a high five and a thumbs up before roofing out of existence. First thing the wizard does is get dressed and puts on his components' satchel. Thanks to the haversack, everything survived with no fuss, and he was more than glad to no longer be naked and barefoot in a place like this."GM Notice:Thomas makes a Spell craft roll to discern what the card is on reflex. Then tries and definitely succeeded on his Strength roll. Thomas has rolled 17 on his Spell craft to Identify the card in the display case. At 2021-07-06 13:06:38, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 17 (casts Mage Hand to grab and pull free his Handy Haversack. Whilst this happens, Thomas then attempts to lift the planks and gets a natural 20. At 2021-07-06 13:27:33, Laughing Hyena (UID: 10552) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (( Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:AC at moment 15, under the effect of the throne card. Curva Sacra' had moments earlier taken the glass case that held the card. It had called to her in such a way. To her very being, in a transfixed state, she had smashed the glass case, freeing the card. Nothing had happened at first. Then chaos erupted, as the ship suddenly is swirling around in a massive whirlpool that is sucking the ship down into the depths of the ocean. All around her, the others are thrown about. Yet she remained seemingly unaffected. As the ship plunges to the bottom of the sea's depths. As it suddenly came to a stop. Still she clutched the card. Standing there in the captain's quarters. Beyond the massive cannonball breeches to the walls of the room. The ship has come to rest upon a crystalline field. Ice? Actual crystal? With a shadow cast upon the ship of a massive castle that seems to be part of this crystalline landscape. As Thomas collected his haversack and would once retrieving it get dressed. Curve Sacra remained holding the card transfixed by it. Still very much naked. Is it cold, is the crystalline features ice. Does she feel it? Did the card prompt her to want to go to the castle looming nearby?GM Notice: (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:15Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:“Ye gods…” Lassa whispered as she took in the sudden changes that were ongoing around her and the others. It was quite the miracle that had the shift to the valley of quaint crystal fixtures. She was staggering still from the ships spinning through the vortex. She slipped on her boots and breeches on quickly enough as she bent and adjusted the belt and the lacings of her boots before pulling a sucker from her leather jerkin. (Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP:45/45AC:currently 10 (DAMN BEING NAKED)Standard Perception:+9Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Kat was ready to get the hell out of dodge, but she didn’t see a lifeboat being any safer than the boat they were now in. She started to mentally prepare herself for having to deal with pirates. There was no telling what they were in for, but there was no time to hesitate and worry about it all. Though even if she was it seemed as if Fate had other ideas. Magic flexed and worked around them and the ship began getting sucked down into a whirlpool. “Shits god wrong Curve, shit has gone very wrong!” Kat called out as she moved closer to their leader. The magic worked around the ship though, no matter what any of them could or would do. There was no turning back, not now that the card was active. And soon Kat was tossed around the room like a rag doll. Gritting her teeth Kat tried to brace herself, but she knew she’d be feeling it all too much the next day. Bruises were already coming to the surface by the time the ship finally came to a stopping point. Kat let out a long groan before rolling her naked body over and looking up at the ceiling once more. “Anyone get the name of the ship that just tossed around like a rag doll?” She asked with a laugh before sitting up and looking around her. A cold shiver running down her spine as the wind whipped around them. “Where in Sam hell are we?” She asked though Kat didn’t really expect anyone to have an answer. GM Notice:[/quote] (of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:13 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Cheekiness braced herself as she heard Thomas' warning. The force wrecking havoc in the cabin as she felt the ship spin. Her mother and mentor, as if the eye of the storm, calm and emotionless. She wondered if she had made the right decision. Then everything just stopped. Still naked, she walked over to Curve Sacra. "Are you well mo. Domina?" In her hands she had her mother's leathers and equipment as she offered them to her. There was worry in her eyes. The rest of the guild will know that Tessa was brought up by Curve Sacra when she was still a foundling and acolyte at the temple of Cali stria. She waited till Curve Sacra took the items from her hand. It was only then when Tessa turned to the rest of her companions." Is everyone well? Did anyone get hurt in the .... the incident." She was not sure what had happened, but at least the attack has stopped. "Katerina, if you could keep watch while we prepare ourselves." She quickly slipped into her skin-tight bodysuit. It did not leave much to the imagination as it fitted her like a glove. She then started to attached her belt and other pieces of equipment. With the twist of her wrist, she effortlessly coiled her whips in her hand and attaches them to her belt. With that, she headed out and smiled at Katerina. She then offered to stay watch while Katerina got ready. Nessa looked out and studied the castle and crystal formations." I do not think we are where we are supposed to be. Anyone has any ideas?"GM Notice:Will heal anyone who needs healing. Depending on severity and number, will either use spell or channel healing ((#id=2477297)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP:46AC:15Standard Perception:+0Temporary effects:Celestial ObedienceDoxie squealed and hung on to the nearest ropes with all her strength as the ship lurched. This was more than simply the consequence of being hit by another cannonball, she thought. Something else was happening, something... otherworldly, it seemed. She fell into the lifeboat and took shelter under its seats, wedging herself into position and bracing against whatever impact was to come. Once the ship had come to a halt, she slowly extricated herself from the lifeboat and looked around. The ocean was gone, and in its place... what? Am I dead? No, this doesn't look like Elysium, and if I were called to wherever Area roamed, they would be here to greet me. And I hurt too much to be dead. She cautiously moved to the rail of the ship and looked out over the crystalline field. This was like no place she had ever seen. Perhaps one of the voices in her head knew where she was... but she should rejoin her Mistress before she took any such risks." Curva?" she called out, slowly picking her way along the deck towards the captain's quarters where she had seen her comrades go. "Katarina? Is everyone still here?" (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:14Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:None His eyes shifted from the hole in the captain's cabin towards the sound of a familiar voice calling out for her guild mates." We are all in here Dixie. What happened to you?" Thomas had lost track of Dixie in the midst of the chaos that happened during the undead fleet attack. Whilst he listened to the Oracles exploits, Thomas was in the process of looking over his worn down spell book and trying to sort out a potential new idea for a spell in light of these recent events. The last thing he wanted was to be caught without his spell or spell components again. So he needed to remedy this in some way. But for now it was a mere footnote in his book. He shuts the spell book and put it away so that he could listen to what Curve planned to do. GM Notice:None GM Note:Tomas took a fleeting glance at the card as Katarina, Tessa and Curve stood around it. It was difficult to see it, as he was across the room and the women, despite their sensuous curves, assumed some small space, but glancing at it was to know it. The card had a way of announcing itself in an ineffable manner. This was the THRONE from the DECK OF MANY THINGS, a great and terrible artifact, depending on who you asked. Tomas knew what it was almost inherently, but he had the knowledge to describe what he understood. He whosoever drew the THRONE from the DECK OF MANY THINGS was to be rewarded with a small castle. Tomas, you had never laid eyes on such an artifact, but you had seen a likeness of the card once in an old tome during your studies. Indeed, the castle that lay beyond resembled the castle pictured on the card. It was when he was ruminating over the card that he managed to get his haversack out by prying the board open with both hands and conjuring a mage hand. Curva, to answer your questions, this foreign land was not cold, but it was not warm, either. It simply existed in an epoch of being in some pocket dimension. Additionally, the card did not compel you to go anywhere now. Its pull had been diminished, its job having been done. It brought you where it needed to go. Now, it was where it needed to be. (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:14Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:None Thomas was needing to do a double take after having been distracted by all the circumstances that happened. Dories arrival in particular was a good distraction. Alongside redressing and sorting his spell book. But he was almost completely transfixed upon the card in question and how it was held in Curve's hands. His jaw had dropped for a moment and his eyes were zeroed in on the card in question. His mind was racing trying to piece together everything. It was the throne card which meant that this wasn't just some kind of summoning. Still this cards image matched where they are... so..." So that's it..." Somehow Curve had activated the card. He is sure of it. It didn't bring the castle to them but rather the party to the castle... But the questions were who was using the deck, and why did this card need to be separated from the deck? Why was it still activated? It didn't matter just yet. The here and now was the issue. They were all alive yes but with this artifact in use they still were in danger. He had to say something further on the matter and make very clear to Curve what it was she held in hand." Curva... do you have any idea what that is in your hand?" He said with his throat a touch tight. He'd be a fucking fool to not think of this artifact as the dangerous type. People have lost far more than their lives to it and their insatiable greed and misfortune in this case. In many, many stories. If she didn't understand she'd understand soon because Thomas would tell her what he knew. All of it. GM Notice:None (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:AC at moment 15,Curve Sacra' looked at the card, no longer feeling compelled. The others called to her, she through would answer Thomas when he spoke. Before she does, she considers what she is going to say. That she knew what the card was, the truth she had no idea. For that matter how they get out of this place and return to whence they had come from." I have no idea, Thomas. It looks like a throne on the card. All I know is I felt this strange urge to break the case it was being held in. Where are we, do you know that? Also, do you know whose castle that is? In the end she decided to just reveal she had no clue to what had just happened and what the card is. She needed answers and Thomas seem to know, which is a good thing. As she waits for his response, she looks at the card again. GM Notice:[/quote] (of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:16 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Cheekiness hoped she did the right thing. Inwardly, she was anxious, but she felt that it was enough of her showing her feelings. She should not have done so Regardless she kept quiet and continued to keep watch. She did not like this place. (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:14Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:None Taking the moment to listen to what Curve knew of the object in her hand, Thomas felt it was a simple enough affair to explain the situation to her." First as to whose castle this is, well.... I'm not sure who owns it. According to how this artifact works, whoever draws this card from the deck gains a stronghold. I'm not sure whether it thinks you drew the card. But the setting we find ourselves in now is exactly the illustration of the card." He said indicating she might be the one who owns the stronghold, but he'd go on either way." Either way, I believe this cards magic was active and teleported us out of the prior situation we found ourselves in. This card belongs to a set of similarly powerful cards. An entire deck filled with fortunes and misfortunes. I suspect it teleported us to the rest of the card deck, but I won't know for sure without proper divination and more knowledge. Odd thing is that one shouldn't be able to separate the cards from the deck without invoking the magic." His eyes remained locked onto the card as he continued." I remember reading on an old tome detailing this artifact, but I thought it was just a myth detailing warnings of what greed can do to a wizard. The passage that stuck out was, "Whoever draws from this deck, will abide the hand of fate. Be you of fortune or misfortune you will abide." It brings things displayed upon the cards into existence and imposes fate upon the one who draws it. From immense wealth, to fates worse than death, all are possible. As for the nuances on how the deck itself works, I am unable to recall that. But I strongly suggest that you don't intend to draw any other cards from the deck should we find it. We will need to hold onto the card to return it to the deck since it didn't vanish or fly away from you." With his warnings given he figured to give awareness to the last thing on his mind." As for the castle itself, if it is indeed now yours, then we shall have to explore it. And if it isn't and the card just teleported us to where the rest of the deck is located, we'd still have to explore so we can get out of wherever this place is. I doubt its unoccupied either way." Thomas had gone on and prattled about what he knew and what he didn't, long enough. One might expect him to wield divination magic to figure things out but alas he cannot. Unfortunately he was well aware that using his own magic to find an object with no idea on what it looked like was an exercise in futility. It was time for an attempt at answers and the only way was through the castle. GM Notice:None (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:AC at moment 15,Digesting the explanation given by Thomas about the card. Curve Sacra' clutched the card tighter in her grip." Thank you, Thomas your wealth of knowledge is invaluable." With that she would take and cup her hand upon a cheek and lean in and give him a light quick affectionate kiss upon the cheek. She turns, releasing her hand from his cheek and would move to Tessa. Who is like a daughter upon her. Tessa is already dressed, she would kiss her upon her lips. As she embraces her with the kiss. Through she does not linger as she breaks her embrace and the kiss given." You are alright my love? The others, they are all aright, Lassa, Dixie, Katherine, then praise Cali stria." For a moment she falls silent, in thoughtful repose." Nessa, please see how the Yaks and our wagons have held up. Ensure they are secure and have feed. Thomas gather everyone, as soon as I dress in my armor and gear, we shall go to the castle. Also did any of the crew get drawn with us?" Unsure of what she and her crew would find in the castle. She figures the hold of the ship would be safest for the Yaks. Once they have explored the castle, they could bring the Yaks to it and the wagons. In that exploration, they would need to figure out how to leave this plane or pocket dimension. As she turned to getting her armor and gear on." At least so far it has been fortune, as the card has allowed us to escape the clutches of the Armada of undead." She says as she looks to Thomas after finishing dressing. GM Notice: (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:15Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:“Ah Dixie, this collection be yours.” Lassa said as she offered the Sears her clothing and pack of gear. She let her eyes roam over the Basilar’s abundant charms, a slight lair in her smile as she hands over the goods. She chuckled and gave her a wink before looking back to their leader. She nodded as she took the orders to check out the yaks and wagon’s in the ships hold below. Moving quickly to head down to check on the loud and burly yaks and affirm her wagon was still intact. ((#id=2477297)LVL 5 Female Basilar Oracle/Witch HP:46AC:15Standard Perception:+0Temporary effects:Celestial ObedienceDoxie brightened up and hurried into the cabin, peeking inside. "I was trying to get the lifeboat into the water, so we could get away from the undead... but I guess we don't need that anymore. How did we..." She trailed off as her gaze came to rest on the card that Curve Sacra held. Her eyes went wide, and she blinked once, slowly, then ran out onto the deck and looked at the castle again, then back into the cabin. "That's... that's..." She steadied herself against the wall of the cabin and closed her eyes, reciting a poem she had once heard. Or, at least, that somebody had once heard, and that now came to her strange, wandering mind." When around you is death and destruction The wise warrior knows not to plunge inner to break every fetter And you should know better Than to draw from a deck in a dungeon!" She opened her eyes and grinned, her odd trance over as quickly as it had begun. "Enjoy your new castle, Mistress!" Doxie sauntered over to where Lassa was holding her gear, and accepted it with a wink and an inviting can't of her hips. "Thank you, sweetie!" she said, kneeling down to rummage through her things. She first settled her two most precious pieces of silver jewelry on her brow and atop her head, bringing a new shine to her eyes and skin that enhanced her already monumental charms. Without stopping to dress in any other way, she dug through her backpack, crooning softly. "Paradise? Are you in here? Mama's worried about you, and she needs you." Her precious familiar, the colorful parrot named Paradise, might be sleeping in his little nest inside her pack, or perhaps he was elsewhere in the ship. GM PUSH The party gathered its personal belongings and dressed. From time to time, a surviving sailor would enter the cabin, see that it was occupied, and depart. Outside the captain's cabin, those sailors who had gone down with the ship could not quite believe their misfortune to have gone from the boiling pot and into the frying pan, because things had gone from one absurdity to another. Finally, a brave lad entered the cabin and announced:"Pardon me, but we're musterin' a beach party. We're to go to the castle to see if it is occupied. I have been asked by the others to keep you imprisoned in the cabin meanwhile. We aim to hang you from the masthead, as long as the weather's good. Sorry for the inconvenience." (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:enthrall on the sailorsCurva Sacra' now dressed look to the sailor than beyond to those gathered all in a nice group as they formed up to go to what is her castle." Thank you, very much good plan we shall all head to my castle. That unless some of you still are following the captain who brought the undead Armada upon us. Which you all would be part of, if I did not use my great magic and save the lot of you by bringing everyone to my castle. Now get the wagons and yaks ready to take to the castle. We will depart for the castle." She would continue talking, directing. For in doing so she has cast enthrall on the sailors. GM Notice:cast enthrall range 150' will save 16 to negate, duration 1 hour on the sailors GM Note:The sailor, let's call him Hugh, was patient enough to allow Curve to speak. In normal life, he was friendly and polite, but he had to see to his duties, hadn't he? And his duty was to hang the witch. But... why should he hang such a magnificent woman, he wondered? He found himself on his knees, staring at the ebony elf, drooling on himself, as he considered the many, many things he wanted to do to her.IOC:The sailor is successfully enthralled! (Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:14Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:None How very cordial of them to have the sailor Hugh inform them that they were going to try and hang the lot of them anyway now that they were out of danger. Fortunately Curve had other plans for this situation and honestly it was for the better. Thomas was not interested in shedding needless blood when there was potential for improving their situation. The ship was for the moment useless as it was since it was wedged into place within the crystals and with there being only one way to go, it would be prudent to at least use the ship as a temporary homestead. Only way that works is if the sailors were willing to listen." More mouths to feed or more hands to help in this situation. Your call, "Captain" Sacra." He said playfully, but she was the leader of the company so with the captain dead and a good number along with it, it was quite possible to assume leadership if they played their cards right. Right now Thomas was suggesting two things, pacify the sailors and assume command or kill them to prevent them from turning on them once again. Either way he was going to prepare for a potential danger. Searching the haversack he needed a weapon for himself and pulls out one of his weapons he won on a bet against one of the sailors. Having wagered that he could balance two forks on a salt shaker with nothing but a pair of toothpicks, he produced now his prize for winning that bet. A high quality heavy crossbow capable of functioning underwater. He cocked it with a satisfying click of the lever and fastened a heavy bolt into place." Ready when you all are." He said with a slight smile showing a touch more confidence now that the danger of an armada of undead was no more. GM Notice: (of the Lash (#id=2470737)LVL 5 Cleric of Cali stria 5HP:48/48AC:13 (Naked)Standard Perception:+10Tagging:Curve Sacra, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow (Maybe Dead) and Crew Temporary effects:24 hours Visualization of the Mind +5 to Charisma Cheekiness smiled as she received the hug and kiss. She always felt warm and joyful when her adopted mother showed her affection. It was this and her calling that made her who she is today. She returned the kiss and took a moment to bask in the intimacy. "Yes Domino. Right away"She bowed and took her leave as she wants to check on the Yaks and wagons She smiled as Jessa who seem to have moved to help her." Are you alright Jessa?" She was not very good with animals, her checks cursory in nature but checks to see of the wagons are intact. She did however notice that there were indeed some sailors around and wondered if there would be any issues. Noticing that one of the sailors have entered the Captain's cabin, she started to move back in to the Cabin. GM Notice:Handle Animal check to see if animals are ok: 11At 2021-07-14 08:00:55, Organist (UID: 62397) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 11 (( Katarina (#id=2468105)[/font][/size]LVL 5 Damper rogue HP:45/45AC:19Standard Perception:+9Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas, DoxieTemporary effects:Kat could honestly care less about the sailors and what they thought was going to happen here. She, for one, wasn’t about to stick around the crumpled up remains of the boat to find out. She was in fact already pulling her gear back on and her weapons back in place. Furthermore, she all but ignored the sailor and his words, there was no way she was about to just let them hang her. Thankfully before she had to do much more about the situation Curve stepped up and began to speak. She seemed to work her magic in some strange way to enthrall the man before her. She watched as the man dropped to his knees and all but begged to serve. Kat laughed at the man and readied her rapier, “Some weasels just have no spines,” she laughed and stepped past the man and to the doorway to peer out of it. She looked to see if there was anyone outside the Captain quarters before she would stealth out of the room before her group as a scout. GM Notes: Looking to see if there is people outside the room before leaving it. Please let me know, as I will be moving with stealth to leave the room behind. Stealth=25 At 2021-07-14 20:09:13, Curvy Kitten (UID: 3408) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 25 (GM NOTE:Tessa and Katarina both exited the cabin, one directly and the other with stealth. It soon became evident that Katarina did not quite need to enter into stealth, though, as the crew had visibly become subservient to the domino. All along the deck, the sailors who had survived (for many had not) were all on their knees with their heads bowed. Katarina and Tessa had to... step over their bodies at times, since they were all in the way. Sometimes, a sailor would grab their legs and try to kiss their feet or calves, but they were easily kicked off. Nessa entered into the cargo hold and found that the yakshadbeen injured during the "crash." Of the creatures, one was without injury whatsoever, though he appeared confused and upset. The other had several broken limbs, and was laying on its side, moaning in pain. (the Onyx-eyed (#msg15899333)LVL 5 Female Read Alchemist 4/Brawler (Constructed Pugilist) 1HP:52/52AC:15Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, Captain Harrow and crew Temporary effects:“No worries Dixie, always happy to be of assistance.” Lassa said as she gave her a four-armed hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading down into the hold with the others to check on her wagon and the yaks. She hissed at the sight of one of the yaks being hurt as she pulled a blue vial from her bandolier and looked at the yak’s wound and poured it on the wound. “ACH, ye poor beastie let me tend ta yer wounds a wee bit.” She said as she let the infusion’s Magic’s take hold as start sealing the wound closed. Using an infused Cure Light wounds elixir. CLW infusion 1d8a4 Result: 6 (( Harper (#id=2478261)LVL 5 Human Male Wizard (Conjurer)HP:40/40AC:14Standard Perception:+2Tagging:Curve Sacra, Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Katarina, DoxieTemporary effects:None Moving on out after his companions, Thomas was curious about the situation with the ship. Surprisingly the enthrallment of the sailors was widespread, and it made sense since the room wasn't soundproof, so there was no real protection for them. Save for willpower, which the sailors lacked. The new captain was Curve Sacra now and truth be told Thomas was fine with that. Honestly he was more concerned by braying and pain of the yaks. Yes he cared more for their animals more than the sailors. Fortunately, Lassa was already on this situation and Thomas shoulders the crossbow and checks over the wagon for damages. He would of course need to make sure the wagon was capable of travel when they are able to move past this bizarre castle that they have supposedly inherited. GM Notice:I am checking the wagon for damages. How badly damaged is the wagon? (Sacra (#id=2464687)LVL 5 Female Draw Maura 4/Rogue 1HP:48/48AC:18Standard Perception:+8Tagging:Tessa of the Lash, Lassa the Onyx-eyed, Thomas Harper, Katarina, Dixie, the crew Temporary effects:While keeping up with her enthrallment of the crew. Curve exits the cabin, she is directing the crew in helping her group. She starts by point to two of the crew." You two help with the Yaks. Thomas, these two can help you and Lassa see to the Yaks. The rest of you we shall start to the castle." She addresses her group than in their secret language. "Katarina if going to scout ahead do so. Dixie, please check the captain and the quartermaster's cabins and look for the lockbox for the crew's pay. Once my enchantment ends paying them should suffice. Thomas, Lassa bring the wagons and Yaks up to the castle. Tessa comes with me and the rest of the crew as we head to the castle." With that she turn and again speak so the crew understands. She through would delay going waiting for Thomas and Lassa with the two crew member seeing to the Yaks. As she realizes she needs to keep the crew together to keep all of them in the enthrallment. GM Notice:It lasts an hour the enthrallment so let me know when you judge it to be done our glorious GM

THE DARK CONTINENT _ Gasca Nebuna (IC Thread)

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Princess Ai and her Hero (closed)Ami calmly closed the email from her photographer, Sun, and carefully sat her laptop on the small table next to her bed. Then taking one of her large, fluffy pillows and placing it over her face, began to scream and thrash like a crazy woman. The freak-out only lasted a moment, however. Was it a disaster to have her photographer and de facto manager tell her that he was taking another job and that he wouldn't be able to help her with content production anymore? YES! But Ami couldn't let a bump in the road derail her burgeoning career as Princess Ai, world-famous internet model and object of desire to millions of devoted fans. Okay, locally famous, and thousands of fans, but it was still early in her career. But if she wanted to be world-famous and grow her followers from thousands to millions, she couldn't let this set backstop her. Giving the pillow a fluffing, she placed it behind her and retrieved her laptop. Taking a deep breath she turned her focus to her website. She had a webcam show scheduled for eight that night. No problem. Sun had helped her set up her site and the webcam, but now that it was all set up, she could handle all that by herself. The next thing on her list was a recent custom photo shoot request from a patron. He had sent her the specifics of what she wanted and a generous deposit. Ami needed the money that the photos would bring her, so she had to find a way to make that photo shoot happen, and quick. She knew she had everything she needed except a photographer who could take the pics and help edit them. Hero! Her little brother Hiroshi was the obvious answer. She honestly couldn't say whether he knew anything about cameras, but he was a total nerd and he seemed to spend all his time on his computer or his phone, so he knew tech. He could do it, she just knew he could. And he was such a good little brother, Ami was sure he wouldn't mind. Setting the laptop aside once again, the leggy model sprang from the bed and out into the hallway still wearing the pink bra and matching panties she'd slept in. Bouncing down the hall to Hero's room, she swung the door open without a knock and leaned in. "Hero, my sweet brother, I need you!" Ami announced enthusiastically, oblivious to the fact that her large, shapely breasts were on verge of spilling out of her undersized bra. Hiroshi Yamamoto had just turned 18 and was technically brilliant, and socially illiterate. He was okay with that. He had few friends in high-school but hundreds from all over the world on-line. Hiroshi was a gamer extraordinaire. Fortnight although a bit passé already was his favorite, but he could just as easily play Call of Duty and his hidden indulgence Grand Theft Auto whose interactions with whores and prostitutes was the sum total of his skewed perspective on sex. He was actually good-looking, but baby faced, looking a bit more like a cute 14-year-old than 18-year-old. However, his body, one he kept very well covered, was actually all man. He, like his sister, were products of a strong gene pool. Albeit, a bit undernourished, he had a lean strong body, a broad shouldered, six foot two inch frame, and then his big secret, the near 11-inch flaccid, thick serpent that lay currently dormant between his legs. Scared of getting caught and being shamed in front of his parents, he had never really masturbated. In fact if it hadn't been for wet dreams, he would have had no idea just how big and hard he got. At first, he thought nothing of it, but then in Grand Theft the prostitutes marveled at 10 inch cocks like they were worthy of worship, it was then he realized the phallus between his legs was unique. However, he found it embarrassing...there was only one girl he had actually ever fantasized about, and that was even more embarrassing, what kind of loser fantasized about his own sister. He was so shy, preferring to type than talk, he spent most of his time secluded in his room. When the door knocked, and it was Ami, he turned his head only to get massacred in Call of Duty. He tried to avert his eyes, didn't she realize how she looked, it was as if she didn't realize he was a boy, but no one really did." Hiro, my sweet brother, I need you!" His eyes went from eyes, to bra to panties and back again. And no matter how he didn't want it to, he felt the tingle in his snake, "Down!" he thought to himself, "Down!" The look in his eyes was part adoring, part pathetic, as he started to get up. "What do you need Ami, I was in the middle of a game...." "Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry!" Ami exclaimed, bouncing over to where he was sitting and quickly seating herself on his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I didn't mean to interrupt your little games, but I really do need you help with something. Since you're dead anyway, do you think you could take a break? I promise I'll make it up to you." Smiling at her little brother, Ami snuggled a little closer and shifted slightly on his lap, which seemed unusually lumpy. He probably has something in his pocket, she thought absently, like a banana or a cucumber. "I just need you to take some pictures and help me edit them," she explained. "I have the camera and everything's all set up. All I need is you. Please, please, please, little brother?" Ami smelled sweet, like honey and Jazmine, and she was beautiful, so beautiful, if Hero had been brave enough to masturbate, it undoubtedly would have been thinking of Ami. It would have made the shameful act even more shameful. He was frightened of his taboo feelings. Even now, as she wiggled on his ass, his naughty penis was hardening, big and swollen, hard, and evil. He was ashamed. The game he had been playing was a distant memory, his body electric with taboo sensations. He swallowed trying to control these evil desires." I just need you to take some pictures and help me edit them," she explained. "I have the camera and everything's all set up. All I need is you. Please, please, please, little brother?" Hiro was confused. "The only camera I have is my phone, is that what you mean?.... What kind of pictures...for school?.. I am good with photoshop and editing...you know I am willing to help you..." Her arms were around him, her cleavage billowing out, and he couldn't help but let his eyes wander down and stare at her gorgeous full tits. "...just show me what you need done?" "I knew you would help me out," Ami replied as she hugged her brother to her chest enthusiastically. "I know you have lots of questions, but I promise, I will explain everything. Okay?" "Follow me," she said, slipping off of Hero's lap and taking one of his hands in hers. "Come on, let's go to my room and get started." Pulling her brother behind her, Ami led him down the hall to her room. After ushering him in she pointed to the far corner of the room where there was an area sat up to do her photo shoots, complete with changeable backdrops, lighting and a tripod with a camera all ready to go. "I just have to change into the right costume first," Ami said as she moved over to her walk-in closet and began to search for the items she needed for the shoot. A series of brightly colored tops and stylish skirts flew from the closet and onto the floor in front of Hero until finally Ami let out an 'Aha'. With her back to the closet door and the bedroom, Ami quickly slipped her pink bra off. Then, after looking at several possible substitutes, slipped a white bra on. Next she bent over and slipped her panties off. She pulled a pair of white pantyhose on, then wrapped a tiny little purple, plaid skirt around her waist. Lastly she pulled a purple sweater on that was cut low, leaving much of her cleavage still visible. She emerged from the closet in her purple and white outfit and smiled at Hero. "Okay, now we just need to get the balloons and the ice cream!" Either Hero had not been in Ami’s room for quite a while, or she had done a good job of camouflaging her little photo studio. He had gladly followed her back. He had always relished holding her hand. Although the crush had turned more sexual over the past few years as they hit puberty, he had at least a little boy crush on his older sister for as long as he could remember. She was sweet and pure, and beautiful. She was kind and cheerful, and made him feel good. Not like the girls at school who made fun of him, teased him, and made him feel embarrassed for being shy, smart and quiet. But this was new, and he didn’t understand. "I just have to change into the right costume first,"Huh, costume? Oh, it must be for Halloween or something. But then he watched, she had her back to him, but she was stripping. First her bra, then, GOD, her panties. He was licking his lips, staring at his gorgeous older sister’s bare behind, then she bent over and...he was almost sure he caught the briefest glimpse of her soft, pale pink pussy lips. His body reacted like any virgin 18-year-old with one rapid, massively hard boner, “going!!!” He pitched a tent in his shorts. His cheeks blushing furiously. He was embarrassed for him, for her, for everything! He watched her redress, and suddenly she was dressed sort of how the girls dressed in grammar school, except, not at all. For none of those girls had Ami’s killer body, not close, not ever. Did she have any idea how...well...hot!!!...she looked? This was her costume, for what? Mom would never let her go out like this. Hilo’s cock was twitching and only getting harder, and his heart was beating so fast he thought he might die. Sweat began to glisten on his almost hairless upper lip. He was trying to get his bearings. He looked at his sister, trying not to stare, trying harder yet. To hide the raging hard on twitching and buzzing in his pants. “Ami, what is this, I don’t understand?” Ami could hear the confusion in her brother's voice as she emerged from the walk in closet in her costume. Judging by the look on his face, he was definitely unaware of her career as an internet model. And judging by the awkward way he was standing, he also might have needed to pee, she thought before she smiled at him and started past the bed. "Oh right, you don't know. Well, Hiroshi, welcome to the place where the magic happens!" she announced motioning toward the computer and the corner that made up her budget photo studio. "I'm Princess Ai!" she spoke as if revealing a secret, but frowned a bit when she realized that Hero wasn't familiar with the name. "I started my own business a several month ago. Some of the most popular webcam shows on the internet and most sought after photos, really, if you got out more, I'm sure you would have heard of me...or your friends would have...if you had any. Anyway, this is where I do everything, unless it's a shoot on location." "Unfortunately my regular photographer took a new job and won't be able to help me anymore and well I have this custom photo shoot that I HAVE to get done this week, so that's why I need you. The customer was very specific about what I should wear," she explained, grabbing a print out of the customer's email from her desk and waving at him, her breasts bouncing inside her low cut sweater as she did. "I've got the outfit he wanted, and the balloons are all ready to go, then I just need the ice cream," she said, reading over the email. "I'll do everything, you just take the pictures for me. Wait, do you need to go to the bathroom first?" Ami asked, noticing that Hero was still standing awkwardly. Hero listened intently to everything Ami said. He tried to force his eyes away from her outfit, and his sister's incredible tits An Internet Model? He had heard of such a thing, but he thought they were live shows, where girls ...uhm...played with themselves for people who paid by the minute. A friend of his had told him about it, even admitted to jacking off. Hero couldn't believe it, hat his friend would act so dishonorably, yet now, and she was just standing there, the incredible bulge in his pants helped him understand how his friend had succumbed to those evil temptations. Hero was a good boy, an honorable boy, and despite the lust his body was showing, he certainly would not so disgrace himself. "I'll do everything, you just take the pictures for me. Wait, do you need to go to the bathroom first?" Ami asked, noticing that Hero was still standing awkwardly. He instinctively covered the front of his pants with his friends. How could his body so dishonor him, and his sister, the betrayal was humiliating and his cheeks were hot red in embarrassment. "Uhm, no, that is not...don't worry...no I don't need to pee." He looked around the room, and knew his mother was downstairs." I suppose you need me to go get the ice cream, do you want it on a cone or a bowl?" He was willing the rock hard snake in his pants to soften, but his silent pleas went unanswered, his naughty cock had a mind of its own. "Am I taking still shots or videos or both... I thought models did streaming...do you do those shows with requests" He could not believe he was asking his sister this, and was it possible she might have him take pictures of such things? Clearly Hiroshi was having trouble understanding what exactly Ami did, which surprised her a little. She would expect that from an older person who didn't really spend much time on the internet, but from what she knew, her little brother spent most of his time on the internet. Or all of it. But then again, he was young and innocent, she thought. When he offered to go get the ice cream that she needed, Ami squealed with excitement and bounced over to where he was standing. She grabbed his arm and leaned into him so she could give him a kiss on the cheek, her breasts crushed against his arm and shoulder, "The drumsticks with the cones will be perfect!" She was about to turn away and start arranging the balloons when Hero erupted into a series of questions. "Oh, Hero, it's okay. I know there's a lot to learn. I promise it will all make sense. Trust me. Just bring the ice cream while I get the balloons ready, and we can get these pictures done." Ami squeezed her brother again and smiled at him, "I am doing a live stream show tonight, so you can always check that out if you want to get a better idea how it all works. Okay?" With that, Ami released her grip on Hero's arm and moved back to the photo background where she bent over, her back to her brother, and began to pull purple balloons from the bags they were contained in and began spreading them out on the floor. Hero, felt a spark flow throughout his body as Ami grabbed his arm, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of her breath, then warm wet lips on his cheek, her large, yet firm breasts pressed into his chest. He remembered how they used to kiss on the mouth, but hadn’t in a while. He missed that. "The drumsticks with the cones will be perfect!" He had asked questions, but she promised to explain later. As she went to fix the balloons, his eyes naturally went to her panties that peeled out from under her short skirt as she bent over. Her panties were frilly, but barely covered her firm ass cheeks, so perfect and round.GOING!!! Hiro was now even harder. He tried to go quietly, sneaking into the kitchen. However, as he turned the corner, there was their mother. Dressed very properly, in a nice dress, and apron. “What do you want Hero?...” she looked down, and her eyes went wide, “...and what is that huge thing in your pocket, you get that out of there before you stretch and ruin your nice pants.” Hiro did not take the time, nor want to explain the truth of what was happening in his pants. “Ami wanted some ice cream, so I was just getting two drumsticks for us!” His mother came over and gave him a big hug, smiling, but also pressing her pelvis into his throbbing, and massive erection.“That is such a good brother, yes, I guess it is long enough before dinner for you two to have a snack. Ami, loves to lick and enjoy a drumstick, just make sure she goes slowly and swallows everything. And you make sure after you give it to her, you pull that thing out, before you ruin your pants or hurt yourself. If it is stuck, have Ami help you!” Hiro was mortified, he took the cones, and walked back as fast as his condition would allow. He thought about her saying she had a livestream later. He would always help Ami, but wondered what she had planned? Back in her room, he peeled the paper from the cones, and handed Ami one. His mother was right, his cock was nearly bursting out of his pants, and he was going to either stretch them or hurt himself. He tried to think of something else, he even tried to rest the cold cone against his bulge, but instead the ice cream pressed against his pants, creating a bit of a wet spot in a very awkward spot. This was only getting worse, and he still needed to help Ami! Ami was waiting eagerly when Hero returned with the ice cream. The balloons were ready, the camera was ready, and she was ready. She beamed as she accepted the ice cream cone from her brother, "Thanks, now we can get started. Oh, and good thinking bringing extra cones. Though they might melt if faster is you keep them in your pants." She smiled and motioned toward the large bulge in Hero's pants, clearly believing it to be ice cream cones like the one she was now holding in her hand. Turning away from her brother, Ami bounced over to the setup and positioned herself in front of the camera, amidst the pile of purple balloons. As soon as Hero took up his position behind the camera, she began to smile and pose, occasionally licking the ice cream or playfully throwing the balloons in the air. The first two dozen photos were like that, playful, flirty. But then Ami, recognizing that the ice cream would melt pretty fast, began to accelerate. Still holding the cone in one hand, she shimmied the sweater off one shoulder exposing one half of her chest and her large breast which was squeezed into the bra. She let some of the ice cream drip down onto her breast, sure that would make a great photo. Then she shed the sweater completely. Over the next few minutes she hugged a balloon against her chest, licked ice cream from her fingers and posed several times with her skirt up enough to expose the white pantyhose beneath, including several shorts of her butt through the nearly sheer pantyhose. When she started to slip the pantyhose off her hips just enough to reveal the top of her butt, Ami thought she heard a choking noise from Hero, so she stopped to check on him. "Are you okay, Hero? Oh, it looks like the extra ice cream melted," she commented, motioning toward the wet spot on the front of his pants. "Huh, what do you ...." Hero was responding to his sister's comment, "Thanks, now we can get started. Oh, and good thinking bringing extra cones. Though they might melt if faster is you keep them in your pants." Hiro didn't have ice cream in his pants, but looking down he realized his big cock was tenting his pants in such a demonstrative manner, he was just happy his sister didn't realize what was causing his massive bulge. He began to shoot, but as Ami moved and changed her outfit, slowly stripping off her sweater, and then, oh God! Bending over and almost showing her complete bottom. Hero tried to focus on shooting, but the buzz, the incredibly good feeling buzz in the head of the tented tip of his cock was feeling so good. He was squeezing his legs together, dancing a bit, and awkwardly enjoying an experience unlike any he had ever known. It was incredible, he was breathing harder, and squirming, and something more was happening, but what? Ami was looking at him concerned,"Are you okay, Hero? Oh, it looks like the extra ice cream melted," she commented, motioning toward the wet spot on the front of his pants. He looked down, that was it, somehow in all the buzzing, and dancing, he was leaking...but it wasn't peed, what was it...and how much would it keep doing. He tried to brush it off, see what might happen next, "Oh shoot, yes that must be what happened!" as he's willing grasped at any excuse. He kept shooting photos, but then, the ice cream started to drip. Splat, splat, splat, it splashed on his sister's creamy large breasts. Then, the leaking, hose began to buck, his legs tensed, and his zipper exploded open, and Hero was now taking pictures of arc after arc of whitish cream coming out of him, and landing on his sister's breasts and stomach. She didn't know, he was paralyzed, until she took her finger and took a dollop of whatever he had shot from his bare cock standing straight out in front of him, firing, recoiling and firing again, completely all of its own accord! The shoot seemed to be going well until the ice cream started to melt faster and faster. Ami knew that she needed to speed up just a little, or they might run out of ice cream, especially since the extra cones Hero had brought had already melted in his pocket. She quickly slipped her bra off, revealing her large, perfectly shaped breasts, which looked even larger on her small frame. She posed with her breasts to the camera several times to make sure there were plenty of good shots for the customer. Then, still holding the cone in one hand, she managed to pull her white pantyhose down to her knees, exposing her bare butt and her shaved pussy. As ice cream continued to drip down onto her breasts and her thighs, Ami pulled a balloon over and proceeded to sit on it, posing momentarily for the camera before she began to bounce playfully up and down on it, her breasts bouncing along and the jostled ice cream cone depositing even more cold white drips onto her skin. Eventually the balloon popped, just as the customer had requested. She knew she was running out of time, so she lowered the cone to her breasts and carefully smeared some of the melted ice cream onto her nipples, then with her eyes closed she slipped her free hand down between her legs and touched herself. Of course, she wasn't actually touching herself, just posing, but with her eyes closed she bent her head back and posed as if she were pleasuring herself, as the ice cream continued to drip. Ami was sure that most of the ice cream was gone, and she was about to declare the photo shoot over, when she heard a sound from Hero and then felt several globs of thick ice cream splash across her chest and belly. She kept her eyes closed, thinking that much ice cream spilling on her breasts would make for some great shots, but she was surprised by how much there was. Had the cone just disintegrated and spilled the remainder of its contents. No, she could still feel it in her hand. That was when she realized what had happened. "Thanks, Hero! That was a great idea to use the ice cream from your cone too!" she said enthusiastically. "I think we got it." Placing what was left of the cone in her hand into the trash can by her desk, Ami playfully reached down and scooped some of the ice cream from her breasts and lifted to her mouth, licking it off. It wasn't freezing, like the first several drops of ice cream had been, and it definitely didn't taste like ice cream, she thought before scooping another finger full from between her breasts. "Little brother, it looks like you got your cream all over me," Ami exclaimed as she finally opened her eyes and looked down at the mess all over her body. "I can't wait to see the pictures!" she added as she lifted that finger full of drippings to her mouth and licked it clean at the same time that she looked up at Hero who was standing over her. Ami: Hero was experiencing. Feelings and things he find ‘to fully understand but had to say felt incredible. As Ami began to move his thingy, we’ll...his cock had tingled, gotten harder, then harder yet, then twitched, buzzed, twitched again, ohhh felt good, more buzz, hard twitch, then bam his zipper gave, his cock bursting out, then lurching like a snake trying to strike, he felt it come from deep in his balls, tensing, so hard, soon good, and firing, the arcs of milky cream launched and arced through the air, and then, oh no, splashed down on Ami’s big, billowy, perfect, yummy tits. He was wide-eyed, hard convulsing cock, as he fired, and fired, his milk on his sister. She seemed to barely notice. Then she took her finger and, oh now, is she? She is? She is tasting, liking? Definitely swallowing his milk! Oh, he found that sexy, so sexy, should he? Of course, he shouldn’t, but he did! He was a bad boy, such a bad boy, this was so naughty, but...oh he was so ashamed, he loved it. He loved cumming for his sister, and loved even more she swallowed it.“Uh, yes, I guess I did. When I moved the. Uh...cream shot all over.” Somehow, Hero had his still buzzing, copiously leaking, cock back in his pants. The snake was still achingly hard, but he forced the cobra back in the basket, even though it still ached and sort of hissed to get out. “The pictures, Uh...sure...we can look.” Hiro was a bit terrified by what he might have captured, what would she think? Of course, she was doing those pictures, she must know, they would make guys hard, right? Did she understand? He had a huge wet spot now over part of his pants and pocket. He was having feelings, enjoying sensations that were so naughty. Furthermore, he was such a bad brother. “I guess we can look at the pictures now.” She was still topless, her breasts were so beautiful, and she was just there, almost naked, and he tried, but mostly failed, not to stare. He sat down on the bed, “do you want to see the pictures now?” As Hiroshi backed away, stammering slightly about the pictures, Ami stood up and looked down at the mess, not just on her body but the floor as well. There were scraps of purple balloon and drops of half melted ice cream, not to mention all the clothes she had discarded during the shoot. "That was messier than I thought it would be," she said as she finally got a good look at all the thick, creamy splatter on her breasts, arms and even thighs. She hadn't realized two ice cream cones could produce so much, but decided it had probably made for some perfect pics. “I guess we can look at the pictures now," she heard her brother mumble as he appeared to be fumbling with the front of his pants. Ami wondered if he was trying to dry the wet spot created by the melting cones. Rather than pulling her pantyhose back up, she peeled them off and stepped out of them. Now completely naked, the busty brunette gathered her outfit so she could put it in the washer. She turned to face Hero who had just sat down on the bed, holding the camera and asking again about the pictures. "I want to get these clothes in the washer first, and take a quick shower," she explained. Then motioning toward Hero, she added, "Take those pants off so I can throw them in with my clothes." Hero knew he shouldn’t watch, but how could he look away. It was Amy, and he not only hadn’t ever seen a real girl naked before, at least not live, but it was the girl he knew better and had a total crush on! Maybe it was in his mind only, although he would soon learn he wasn’t her only admirer, not by a long shot, but she was his everything. Amy’s body was in credible, tiny small waist, a pretty little pussy, with the softest pink lips, and they seemed to be glistening, and big, beautiful, natural breasts. He took in every bit, every single incredible inch. Who knew if he would ever see her again like this, and he never wanted to forget this amazing memory. The problem was, he had an untapped reservoir of arousal. He had just cum, cum hard, but seeing Amy like this was more than he could take, and once again, his rocket was on the launching pad, engines ready to fire, pointing straight up. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened earlier, but his body had never felt this good. However, he hoped this might happen in private, remembering Amy just like this. He just needed to get through these pictures. Amy had another plan. "I want to get these clothes in the washer first, and take a quick shower. Take those pants off so I can throw them in with my clothes." Hiro gulped,“ What? Take my pants off and give them to you?” It wasn’t really that odd of a request. Amy always did nice things for Hero, and his pants were clearly a mess. Not only that, when Amy asked Hero for something, he never, EVER, refused. At first, she wasn’t looking, and so he quickly took off his pants, and his boxer briefs, as that was what he thought she requested. Hiro held out his pants and tried to turn away. But then he stumbled, and fell, making a clatter, and there as he sat on the floor, he was looking up at his sister, and with his thin body, skinny legs, and massive erect cock, nearly eleven inches long and almost three inches thick, he looked like he almost had a third leg, with a mushroomed, hard purple throbbing prick, a virgin, human tripod! Hiroshi sat the camera aside and stood up so he could remove his pants. Ami waited patiently for him as he turned away from her slightly and began to disrobe. She smiled at his shyness, recognizing that he didn't want to undress in front of his big sister. Hero was such a sweet, innocent boy, she thought. As he held out the pants and surprisingly his boxers too, Ami reached out to grab them, but as she took hold of them he tried to turn his back to her, perhaps fearing that she might catch a glimpse of his little penis, but as he did so, his feet got tangled, and he spun knocking several things off Ami's desk and eventually ending up in the floor by the bed. In a failed attempt to help her brother, Ami tossed the clothes she was holding to her chest and reached for Hero, but instead of helping him, she managed to trip over his foot and fell forward to land unceremoniously on top of her brother, her breasts pressing against his face as she found herself straddling his stomach. Clothes slowly rained down onto the fallen siblings, Hero's boxers landing on Ami's face and her sweater landing, unbeknownst to her, on his very large, very erect penis which was behind her now. "Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry, I was only trying to help you," Ami cried, fearing that she might have injured the poor boy. She tried unsuccessfully to regain her balance and push herself up, but ended up leaning even more fully onto her brother who she noticed had not responded to her. "Hero, answer me, are you okay?" She of course didn't realize yet that Hero's face was at that moment lost between her large, pillow breasts, and he was unable to respond. Hiroshi was fortunate that Ami, in her attempts to help him, had also tripped and most importantly not seen the massive hard on, that she had no doubt induced in her naive brother. She tumbled n top of him, straddling his chest and only by some miracle avoiding being impaled by his massive, young, hard cock. Down she tumbled and for a minute Hiroshi couldn't breathe, his mouth and nose wedged between two soft, billowy, incredible breasts. Momentary panic was replaced by the realization he was now deep inside his sister's billowy, huge breasts. He heard her talk, and her concern,"Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry, I was only trying to help you... Hiro, answer me, are you okay?" He wanted to answer, ally her fears, he was so okay, he was afraid of his increasingly throbbing gun between his legs might once again fire. He opened his mouth, "IIIIImmmm, oooookkkkkkk." Came his garbled reply, his mouth covered, he twisted his head, opening his mouth again, but this time, as he opened, in popped his sister's beautiful breast, and now as he spoke, not meaning to, with every attempted word he was tonguing her nipple, every breath suckling her amazing breasts. Licking and sucking, he tried harder and harder to answer, moaning in....was it frustration or.....something far more enjoyable?!?! He licked and sucked, her nipples seemingly changing in texture, until finally a combination of their movements allowed his mouth free enough to utter, "I'm okay Ami, we are just kinda stuck." The movement had freed her enough to slide back, the effect being that now his mouth was free, but something was pushing down on the shaft of his hard, thick shaft, something wet and very, very warm and silky! Ami was just about to panic, fearing that perhaps Hero had hit his head, when she heard his muffled response assuring her that he was okay, and conscious. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had probably just had the wind knocked out of him. She felt him shift his head slightly as he squirmed slightly beneath her. Furthermore, she felt bad for him, knowing that he probably felt extremely embarrassed, not only at having fallen on the floor, but having his naked sister fall on top of him. Ami knew that Hero hadn't really spent much time around girls, so she figured this was probably very awkward for him. As she wondered if she should say anything about the situation, perhaps to try to assure him that he didn't need to be embarrassed, she heard him trying to speak again, and felt his mouth against her breast, his wet tongue against her nipple. She was confused at first, but then realized what was happening. Hero must have noticed the ice cream on her nipples, and he was licking it off. She couldn't believe how considerate her little brother was, of course, it didn't hurt that he had always loved ice cream. Despite the innocent motivation she was sure was behind Hero's oral assault on her nipples, Ami decided she should probably explain to him that it wasn't really okay for him to lick her like that, but before she could say anything she felt his mouth leave her breast for a moment as he spoke, "I'm okay Ami, we are just kinda stuck." "I'm glad you're okay. That was a big fall," Ami responded as she slid down his body slightly in reaction to him pulling away from her chest. She felt what she assumed was his leg now pressing against her butt, keeping her from sliding further. "It's okay, I think we can manage," she said with a giggle. "Remember when we were younger, and we used to take baths together? Or when we would go to the river and take our clothes off and play in the water? It was always so much fun. I know it's not the same now, Hero, but I still love you and love to play with you, even if it was by accident." "But we should probably get up before mother comes up here and finds us sitting on the ground without our clothes on. She might not understand that it was all perfectly innocent," Ami pointed out. "Now, put your leg down so I can get up," she said, reaching behind her and placing her hand on what she thought was her brother's thigh to push it down, not realizing that she was actually pushing on his very large, very hard cock. Amy never said a word about Hilo’s licking and sucking her nipples, which made it so much better. Somehow though, this little situation could have been a train wreck, and yet...it wasn’t. In fact, despite it being all misunderstandings, it had been the greatest, and only sexual experience of Hero’s life. "It's okay, I think we can manage... Remember when we were younger and we used to take baths together? Or when we would go to the river and take our clothes off and play in the water? It was always so much fun. I know it's not the same now, Hero, but I still love you and love to play with you, even if it was by accident." Hiro only nodded, oh yes he remembered, he remembered every second, and loved it, her, and every single memory. "But we should probably get up before mother comes up here and finds us sitting on the ground without our clothes on. She might not understand that it was all perfectly innocent,". Was it? He wanted it to be, and if Ami said it was innocent, it must be.However, when she asked him to put his leg down, he didn’t know what to do. “ Uh...of course, I ...uhm, would be happy to...it is just...well that thing your holding isn’t my leg....and I don’t know how to bring it down... I really am sorry Ami...you know I’d do what you wanted if I could!” Ami wasn't sure at all what Hero was talking about, so, keeping her hand behind her on what she had thought was his thigh, the slender brunette slid off of her brother gracefully until she was sitting beside him. She carefully removed the purple sweater that had landed on him when she fell and was greeted with the sight of his extremely large, extremely erect penis which sprouted up from his lap like a mighty oak. A mighty oak which her hand rested on. "Oh, my!" Ami exclaimed as she pulled her hand from her brother's cock and covered her mouth, giggling. Obviously Hero had grown aroused at some point, she realized, though unsure what had prompted it. No wonder he was acting so awkwardly, Ami thought. He was embarrassed to be aroused in front of his older sister. "That's certainly not the cute little penis I remember from our baths, little brother," she giggled again as she placed a hand on Hiroshi's chest. "I'm sorry, Hero. I didn't mean to embarrass you. There really isn't anything to be embarrassed about. These things happen to young men as they grow up." As Ami stared at the unexpected erection in front of her she remembered something that her brother had said a moment ago. "You don't know how to make it go away? You mean you've never...you don't know how to..." Ami made a jerking gesture with her hand but as her voice trailed off, she stopped, afraid she might be making it worse for Hero. "It's okay," she proclaimed as she stood up and pulled Hero up to stand next to her, his cock sticking out proudly. "I'm going to help you. Just follow me." And with that, Ami grabbed her brother's hand and lead him confidently to the bathroom. Ami turned the water on in the shower before turning to Hero to explain, "We're going to get you all cleaned up, and we'll take care of your little...big problem, too. Now just get in the shower, yep, watch your step..." she said as she guided Hero into the shower, water splashing off his chest and onto hers in the process. The horror and shame Hero felt as his sister climbed off him and now looked down, his shame firm and powerful in her hand, he had no more excuses. He was bad....bad....bad. A disgrace to her himself and their family." Oh, my!" and she pulled her hand away. "I... I am so sorry, I don't know how...why...." He was flummoxed and incomprehensible." That's certainly not the cute little penis I remember from our baths, little brother..." I'm sorry, Hero. I didn't mean to embarrass you. There really isn't anything to be embarrassed about. These things happen to young men as they grow up." He looked down, ashamed, "I know it isn't, it is big and ugly, and I feel like some sort of freak." He had known for some time he was WAY bigger than his friends or anyone else. Furthermore, he never showered in gym class, but would rather be called "stinky" than "horse cock". This was humiliating, no woman would ever want him, "There isn't anything to be embarrassed about..." Nice of Ami to say, but she didn't have something between her legs, now standing up like some sort of rocket, between her legs. No, it certainly wasn't the cute little penis she remembered. Suddenly her expression changed slightly, You don't know how to make it go away? You mean you've never...you don't know how to..." Huh? He had no idea what she was doing, it was like she had a hand cramp, and even though it ached, this was no cramp, at least as far as Hero could tell." It's okay, ... I'm going to help you. Just follow me." She had helped him up, and now they were walking toward the bathroom. Mercifully their mother was nowhere to be seen. "Help me? Oh Ami, be careful, please don't hurt it. I know it is big...and terrible.but it is kind of achy and twitchy and oh so sensitive." It was awkward walking down the hall, and his massive erection bobbed up and down in front of him, like some misguided divining rod. What it was looking for exactly, he did not know. But Ami's cute little bouncing ass leading him, seemed like a natural gravitational pull. Finally, they were there, and she turned on the water, and shut the door. "Are you going to melt it?" he asked naively. "We're going to get you all cleaned up, and we'll take care of your little...big problem, too. Now just get in the shower, yep, watch your step..." Hiro took a deep breath, but watching the water splash off his sister's amazing big tits was certainly not making it go down. I got bigger and harder than ever, easily twelve inches now, and pointing up, almost like it was trying to go visit the full breasts where he found himself staring. "Take care of it, how....what do you have in mind Ami?...thank you sister, I don't know what I'd do without you!" As she helped Hiroshi into the shower and positioned him in front of the shower head, stepping in directly behind him, glancing over his shoulder at his huge erection, it occurred to her that it must have been her fault he had grown so aroused. She hadn't even thought twice about asking her little brother to take pictures for her, but now she realized that he had probably never seen a naked girl before. And if that wasn't enough, then she had fallen on top of him, neither one of them wearing clothes. No wonder he was aroused. He had certainly never had a naked girl on top of him, she thought. "Just trust me, Hero. I'm going to show you exactly what you need to do," Ami said, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke over the sound of the rushing water. "But first, we need some shampoo." Ami grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shower caddy and then proceeded to squirt a liberal amount directly onto her brother's penis, reaching around his body to do so and in the process, pressing her bare breasts against his back. Once his incredibly large cock was covered in the thick, creamy shampoo, she sat the bottle back down and moved her hands to Hero's wrists, lifting his hands to his cock. "Okay, you're just going to rub it with you hand," she explained, placing one of his hands on the shaft, her hand still holding his wrist. "Like this," she said into his ear as she began to guide his hand up and down the length of his manhood. "Nice and slow at first," she purred to him, her breasts rubbing against his back as she continued to guide his hand. "Do you like that? Does that feel good?" Ami sensed that her brother was still very tense and uncomfortable despite her attempts to assure him that everything that had happened was normal. He was letting her guide his hand on his cock, but he didn't seem to be getting into it at all. "Maybe I should just do it for you...this first time...just so you know how," she said, slowly pushing his hand away from his erection and replacing it with her own, which quickly began to glide up and down his cock. "Would you like that better?" Hero, had no idea what was happening or what kind of help Ami had in mind. He also should have been much more concerned about his mother finding them, as he was now standing in the shower, his HUGE, and what he feared in his naive mind, ugly enormous cock, getting ever harder, and throbbing and twitching in front of him. Yes, he should have been concerned about that, yet he wasn't. All he could think about was the feel of his gorgeous sister's warm breath, the brush of her lips against his back, and the cushion feel of her big, gorgeous, perfect tits on his virgin back." Just trust me, Hero. I'm going to show you exactly what you need to do," Ami said, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke over the sound of the rushing water. "But first, we need some shampoo." He was far from an expert, in fact the exact opposite, but how was clean hair possibly going to fix this issue. But it was not his hair that was the intended target. The shampoo felt cold as it squirted on his penis, and the coldness did relieve the hardness a bit, but very momentarily, as her breasts pressed against his backfired his rocket back to full readiness. Then she took his hand, and kind of pressed it against his cock." Okay, you're just going to rub it with you hand," she explained, placing one of his hands on the shaft, her hand still holding his wrist. "Like this," she said into his ear as she began to guide his hand up and down the length of his manhood. "Nice and slow at first," she purred to him, her breasts rubbing against his back as she continued to guide his hand. "Do you like that? Does that feel good?"" Uh...yeah...sort of... I think" His hand was okay, but far from gentle. What felt amazing was her hand holding his, her purr in his ear, and her breasts, God always those breasts pressed against him. "It is supposed to feel good?" He naively asked. Then a miracle happened, if he had known this next thing was even possible, it would have filled his every moment of dreams and fantasy,"Maybe I should just do it for you...this first time...just so you know how," she said, slowly pushing his hand away from his erection and replacing it with her own, which quickly began to glide up and down his cock. "Would you like that better?" As she slid his hand away, and her own delicate one replaced it, he let out a reflexive moan, and his cock twitched so hard it was like his rocket was trying to take flight. "Oh... Ami...yes...oh yes, that feels so much better...please, please help me...that does...is it okay to say, that feels so much better...it actually feels amazing...am I doing okay?" "Of course it's okay. I'm your big sister. I'm supposed to help you with stuff, right?" Ami said, brushing aside Hero's concern about the appropriateness of what she was doing to him. She continued to use a single hand to stroke his erection, doing her best to look over his shoulder to see what she was doing, her breasts pressing even tighter against him. "You're doing great...although, I can't really see what I'm doing. Why don't you turn around and face me?" she suggested, releasing her grip on his cock and putting her hands on his hips so she could turn him around so he was facing her. As Hero turned, Ami finally took a perfect look at her little brother's not so little penis, and found herself smiling in appreciation. "It's very large, and so cute," she commented before reaching to wrap her fingers around Hero's manhood again, grabbing it at the base as the head brushed lightly against her belly, just below her breasts. She knew that Hero lacked confidence in himself, so she wanted to assure him that his penis was attractive and not at all something he should be ashamed of. As Ami moved a second hand to her brother's cock and used both hands to stroke it, she reminded herself that she was actually the cause of his massive erection. He had been aroused either by taking pictures of her naked, or when she feels on top of his naked boy with hers, or both. She felt herself blush slightly at the thought, wondering if it was the first time he had noticed her body, or if he had perhaps been aroused by her before. She continued to stroke it happily as she wondered how he would possibly continue to be her photographer if she had this effect on him. Deciding that was a bridge she would cross later, Ami focused her attention back to Hero. His penis was incredibly hard in her hands, and she was sure she could feel it pulsing and throbbing. She let one of her hands slide up over the swollen head and down the underside, while she lowered her other hand down to gently fondle his testicles. "Does that feel good?" she asked, glancing up at her brother's face even as she bent over slightly so she could reach his testicles more easily, causing her breasts to brush lightly against his cock head. Perhaps he should have, but Hero didn't know enough to really have moral qualms regarding what was happening. If Ami said it, or was doing it, then it must be okay. He hadn't really questioned at all why she was eating ice cream, dribbling it on herself while sitting on and tossing balloons up into the air, nor even when she began to take her clothes off. It was a wonderful show, the best he had ever seen, and she had invited him to film it. His questions were more about him, he knew he probably should be doing something, but what, he didn't know, so he looked to her for guidance." Of course, it's okay. I'm your big sister. I'm supposed to help you with stuff, right?" That made sense, she had always helped him with everything he needed to learn to tie his shoes, walking to school, making his bed so now it was his uncontrollably erect penis. A natural and wonderful progression. It was a bit like when she taught him to dance,"You're doing great...although, I can't really see what I'm doing. Why don't you turn around and face me?... It's very large, and so cute,"He had turned as ordered, his flesh based sword swinging in from of him and now touching her stomach. He had taken a deep breath as her eyes went down, and he smiled ear to ear when he received her response. "Cute? Really... I... I thought it was....well...too big...and ugly...would any girl possibly...ever.....cute? Really, you like it?" He truly was shocked, relieved and thrilled all at the same time. As she stroked him, now with two hands her cheeks were a bit pink, and he wanted to make sure she felt okay. "Ami, are you okay, you don't feel feverish or anything do you?" He also wanted to return the compliment, "I think you know this...but you are the prettiest girl in the world to me...but I had no idea how incredible your body would look...uhm...naked!" Now it was he who was blushing. She worked her two hands, and he moaned and naturally rocked a bit back and forth. He didn't think anything could possibly feel this good...and almost instinctively he raised his hands a bit toward her breasts, he honestly looked a bit like an old woman with arthritis, as his fingers were partially bent, longing to grip her magnificent orbs and feel them for himself. However, as good as her hands on his cock felt, when she moved one down to his boys, his entire body shuddered, and the throbbing in his penis reached a whole new level,"Does that feel good?" Good! He closed his eyes and then opened them, not wanting to miss a second. He was struggling to breathe, his heart almost beating out of his chest. And his body, his cock his everything, there were jolts of lightening flying everywhere all originating from the electric pole between his legs and his sister's magic touch. Then she moved again, playing more with his balls, and his cock, oh his cock was touching..."MMM...oh...MMM" her breasts. "Oh my...yes, Ami...yes, yes...what are you...nothing has ever ... I mean ever...felt this good...incredible...oh God.... I don't even know what is happening...but my whole body...well....it....you know...oh, I may explode!" When Hiroshi questioned whether his penis was ugly, Ami had assured him that it was not only not ugly, but it was actually a very attractive penis. Cute. Big and strong. And as she continued to stroke it she took a moment to actually appreciate it for herself. It was extremely large, and she found herself admiring it. It was thick and long and the head swelled, purpled and spongy. She playfully pushed it down til the head was pointing towards her legs, then released it, giggling as it sprung back up, the tip smacking against her breasts as she bent over. She was doing her best to help her brother, but she found herself having fun too. It had been so long since the two of them had really played together. It was different this time though. She could see that Hero was becoming excited, and she noticed that he had almost reached out for her breasts a few times. She was considering asking if he wanted to touch them when he began to stammer about how good it felt, and she realized that he was getting close to an orgasm. "It's okay, Hero, it's supposed to feel like that," she assured him, releasing her hand from his balls and slowing the speed of her other hand to delay his impending orgasm long enough for her to tell him what to expect. "Soon you will feel lots of pleasure, and then you will have an orgasm. It will be fun." Seeing that she most of the shampoo she had used as a lubricant had washed off, Ami released her brother's cock and turned around to get the shampoo bottle, which was behind her. As she bent over to grab the bottle, her ass pushed back toward Hiroshi and without either of them intending it to happen, his penis was pushed between her buttocks like a hot dog being pushed into a hot dog bun. "Oh!" Ami said in surprise as she felt his massive boner against her butt. It was sensory overload, and Hero was almost delirious from the incredible combination of what was happening, both visually and sensory. He was moaning, and almost feeling a bit dizzy and weak kneed as all available blood supply was rushing to his cock now under the care of his loving, and gorgeous sister." It's okay, Hero, it's supposed to feel like that,"Phew, he took a deep breath. "Thank goodness, because it does. You are so good at this...." He meant that sweetly, not implying that his sister was at all a slut. "Thank you, Ami...you are the best sister, I love you so much." He would have kissed her cheek, but their current positioning made that near impossible." Soon you will feel lots of pleasure and then you will have an orgasm. It will be fun." He smiled, "If you say so....then I trust you." What she was already doing was incredible, he couldn't believe how hard he was or how his cock jerked, or what that clear stuff was coming from the tip that seemed to only make her hand more slippery. As she turned he was confused, and then as she began to bend he had a question, "Do you have orgasms too...what do you do?" Then as she bent she leaned back, and his slippery cock slid right between her little but cheeks,"Oh!" which gripped him tight, "Ami, what should I..." and he reached out grabbing her hips so he wouldn't fall on her but as he did, his tip pressed in further, pointing up and pushing just inside something very, very tight! "Ami...what do I do now?!?!" Despite the shock she experienced when Hero's manhood slipped between her cheeks, Ami remained calm. It was as much her fault as his, she had been the one who had bent over and pushed her hips back against him, after all. Then she felt her brother's hands on her hips and suddenly very different thoughts flooded her mind. Very, very inappropriate thoughts that caused her heart to flutter slightly, and caused a warm little tingle between her legs. It was silly of course, to think of Hero in that way. He was her brother. Her sweet, innocent, little brother...with that big, beautiful penis. But he wouldn't ever think of her in that way. Although, he had gotten aroused because of her, right? Was that just a physical reaction or was he actually attracted to her? All those thoughts raced through Ami's mind in the split second that she felt her brother's hands gripping her hips, but a moment later as his body shifted, and he leaned forward slightly, the tip of his cock pushing firmly against her tight anus, Ami froze. It hadn't actually pushed into her, but it was most definitely rubbing against her opening, threatening to slip in. Just the thought of her brother's extremely large cock penetrating her tight ass was enough to make Ami concerned. Based on the panic in Hero's voice, he had clearly not intended to do that and was scared that he had done something wrong. Careful not to move for fear that his cock might actually push into her, Ami tried to calm him, "It's okay, Hero. Just relax. Everything is going to be okay. Just don't move." Ami's voice was soothing and calm, as she considered what to do. Unfortunately there wasn't much space for her to maneuver, making it difficult for her to just pull away or lean forward, plus, the bump of Hero's body against hers had caused her to lose her balance slightly, which meant she was actually relying on Hero's hands on her hips to keep her from slipping. As she considered the situation, her brother's cock head continued to rub and push against her tight hole which was having interesting effects on Ami. Each time it pushed and threatened to penetrate her, she felt her knees weaken slightly and the longer it rubbed against her anus, the more her anus seemed to want to open. She felt herself growing aroused by the stimulation of her asshole and her thighs began to tremble slightly. Deciding she couldn't wait any longer, steadying herself with one hand against the shower tile, she reached back with her other hand and took hold of Hero's shaft, holding it firmly and pushing it down away from her asshole. This worked but also had the added effect of rubbing the head against her pussy for a moment before his cock was clear of all her holes. Now his manhood was poking between her legs, the head sprouting out between her thighs, in front of her. Her pussy rubbing against the top of his shaft. "Okay, that's better," she declared. Even though the new position wasn't ideal, at least he wasn't in danger of penetrating her, she thought as she reassuringly rubbed the head of his cock. Ami was able to stand up straight now, though doing so caused her pussy to glide more firmly against the top of her brother's cock and sent more tingling sensations through her body. Ami leaned back against Hero's chest, sighing with relief and smiling up at him. "Okay, now we still need to finish taking care of you problem, don't we?" she asked as she gently eased him back, and she stepped forward a half step, freeing his cock from between her legs. As she stepped forward, his cock head rubbed briefly against her clit and then slide along her wet slit before slipping out and bouncing softly against her buttock. Ami turned back around to face her brother, blushing slightly as she did. The weakness she felt in her knees before was still there and the flutter she felt in her heart returned each time she looked at Hero's big cock proudly standing at attention in front of her. Not trusting herself to stand in front of him, Ami lowered herself down to her knees in the shower and began applying more shampoo to his cock. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel. Has he any sexual experience whatsoever, he would have known he was quite literally knocking on the door, the back door if you will, with his sister, a first sexual act so taboo, it was almost beyond description. He might have questioned whether this was okay or not? However, absent this knowledge, he just knew this felt fantastic, and the visual of his throbbing, slick cock head buried in his sister's incredible ass, made it even better. Ami moved, but each movement brought him closer to the entrance, of her forbidden cave. Yet, if it was so questionable, why, oh why, did he is feels so fucking good, her butt cheeks putting a delicious pressure on his wanting head. His hands were on his sister's hips, and for some reason as he grasped her, and she pushed back, it seemed like she was almost encouraging, and his body was wanting to grab her and push forward in a substantial and singular thrust. Yet, he didn't, because he didn't truly know, and he needed guidance as he always had." It's okay, Hero. Just relax. Everything is going to be okay. Just don't move." As good as it felt, despite the nearly irresistible magnetic pull of her tight little booty into a chasm, that seemed to be opening for him. She was so calm, and sure, and so, he did as told and waited. Suddenly, her guiding hand was there on his large penis, sliding it down the crack of her ass, rubbing his head down her tight valley and then, "mmm, mmm" he moaned as suddenly he was down and sliding forward, it was warm, slick, silky, and wonderful. "Umm, uhh" moaning more as further and further he slid, and then his ultra sensitive, hit a firm little button, and she moaned too. Suddenly, her guiding hand was there, on his large penis, and sliding it down the crack of her ass, rubbing his head down her tight valley and then, "mmm, mmm" he moaned as suddenly he was down and sliding forward, it was warm, slick, silky, and wonderful. "Umm, uhh" moaning more as further and further he slid, and then his ultra sensitive, hit a firm little button, and she moaned too." Okay, that's better," As always, she was right, it was better, in fact as close to paradise as Hero had ever known. "Oh my, is this what we are doing now? That feels perfect!"[/I][/B]She looked back at him and smiled,"Okay, now we still need to finish taking care of you problem, don't we?" And so they did, she was so right, and his focus returned to his very, very hard member. Ami did not keep it as it was however, she slid off, which almost did the trick, but then she turned, and her breasts were again in his view, and her beautiful face, and her kitty, officially the only one he had ever seen. And then she went to her knees, and somehow this angle, her hands on him, her mouth near hm, her tits directly in front of him was so...."OHHHH AMI!!!!" He felt his butt cheeks clinch, every muscle in his body seized, he even felt...definitely felt, his balls tight, and ...." Ahhh.ahhhh.HHH...ohhhh....ahhh...." He couldn't control it...but his cock was convulsing...no better....much better....spurting...no more...harder....firing....he could not utter words....all he did was watch rope after rope...so much more, so much harder than the unintended spurt earlier....this was so, suitor good...and this time, both he and Ami knew exactly what was happening....as his massive basically virgin body...delivered years of pent-up, copious amounts of cum...all over his sister...his sweet, older, wonderful...and oh so sexy sister! Ami had barely begun to rub the shampoo up and down the length of her brother's manhood when she heard him grown her name and noticed his body tense. She realized at that moment that he was about to climax. Instinctively she dropped her hands away from Pro's cock, thinking perhaps it would stop or at least delay his orgasm and give her a chance to get out of the way. It was too late however, even as her hands dropped away the giant penis in front of her twitched visibly and a split second later a thick stream of white cum shot from the tip, arching high into the air before it finally started to curve downward. As if in slow motion the cum splattered down across Ami's left shoulder as well as her breast, directly across her nipple. Another blast of cum immediately followed the first and Ami felt the thick substance splatter against her ear and into her ear. As she watched, like a deer in the headlights, Hiroshi's cock continued to throb and pulse of its own accord, spurt after spurt of jazz streaming out the end. The next several blasts of cum spilled down across Ami's breasts until they were coated liberally with her brother's cum. When Hero's penis seemed to finally stop spasming and spewing forth the thick, white cum, Ami looked down at the mess that covered her chest, arms and even her thighs. It was more cum than she realized was possible, and it was all over her. Her face had been spared for the most part, though considering it was in her hair and on her ear, she wouldn't be surprised if there were a few droplets on her face too. The brunette blushed at the thought, even as she lifted a hand to cover her mouth, giggling at the absurdity of what had just happened. Hero's body was shielding Ami from the shower spray, which meant none of the cum was getting washed off, she realized. Grabbing her brother's hand for support, Ami stood back up, smiling at him. "Well, little brother? How did that feel?" Ami asked as she leaned close to kiss him on the cheek, his now semi limp cock pressing against her belly. "I told you it would feel good, didn't I?" It had been glorious, amazing, tremendous....super-calafragilstic-expialadocious...the best any part, particularly that part, of his body had ever felt! Yet, now that it was over, although after tremors of the most pleasant kind continued to pulse through his newly initiated cock, he was humiliated. He, and his uncontrollable firing bazooka of lust, had completely covered his Ami. There she had been, sweetly trying to help him take care of his massive, throbbing, aching, problem. And what had he done as a thank you, he had pelted and fired, shot and rained, and she's wearing nothing at all to protect her, he had covered her in okay, gooey, thick, hot cum! He was blushing and aroused, "STOP IT" he thought, "What is wrong with you?" he wanted to scream. How? Why? Did the site of his sister, his older, experienced, sexy sister? And her chest, her breasts, her TITS, her nipples, her large and full billowing mounds of physical perfection, now covered in her brother's thick, hot jazz seems like the perfect pairing? The gosh, darn, sexiest and most arousing thing young, innocent Hero had ever seen! He was just standing there, and despite them being in the shower, his prodigious output just stayed there, like Ami's body and his cum were made for each other. He didn't take time to think he was actually blocking the water, how could he. No man was capable of that advanced thinking when the alternative was staring at his sister's tits proudly displaying his seed. Then she brought her hand to her mouth, and for just a moment he thought she might eat more of him, oh my, how good would that be, but no, instead, she...giggled! "Oh, God!" She giggled, he had made a fool of himself and even his sweet sister, could not stop herself from laughing at him. He blushed more let his eyes finally fall from staring at her gorgeous sisterly bosom, instead he held out his hand. Now admittedly, all of this had happened in an instant, all of these observations and revelations. But as she got up, she wasn't angry or repulsed, she was sweet, even happy, and smiling. Before she even spoke the water began to hit her, and Hero extended his hands to help clean her off." Well, little brother? How did that feel?" He couldn't help but beam, his smile from ear to ear. "That was amazing, nothing has ever...we haven't played in such a long time and that was so much better..." His enthusiasm and joy was infectious and her smile was so sweet and knowing,"I told you it would feel good, didn't I?"" Good it was more than good....thank you, thank you, He was already helping her, rubbing her body, her shoulders, chest, breasts, nipples, he rubbed the sticky cum into and off her body, his hands cupping her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples, as he worked and worked and worked to remove his cum. Her breasts clean he moved his hands lower, now going to his knees in service of his sister, washing her tummy, and as the cum washed down her body, it began to accumulate on her mound. He was on his knees, his eyes now staring into her pussy. "Should I keep cleaning you? I am happy to rub it all off. He began to run his hands up the inside and outside of her right leg, up her inner thigh, and now pressing against the opening and up to her mound. "I love playing with you, I hope we can do it again!" Almost immediately, Hero burst into motion, turning his body slightly so that he was no longer completely blocking the spray of water, his hands moving to Ami's shoulders and rubbing the water over her skin. She realized that her brother was trying to help her clean up after he had made such a mess all over her. Knowing that he would feel better if he could help, Ami didn't object as Hero's hands rushed to clean her off, rubbing her shoulders, then her arms, then her breasts. Most of the cum had of course ended up on her breasts, so it was no surprise that Hero directed most of his attention to making sure his sister's large, round breasts were spotless. His hands caressed and cupped her breasts, and brushed over her sensitive nipples over and over again, and all the while Hero was talking, babbling his gratitude and telling her how incredible it had felt and insisting that she was the greatest sister in the world and ensuring that she was okay, and apologizing for making a mess, and on and on. It was cute, and it was manic, and Ami just stood there and let it all happen, happy to see just how happy and excited her little brother was. When his hands moved down to her legs and Hero knelt down in front of Ami, she wondered if perhaps she should put an end to the 'cleaning', but as she looked down and saw her brother staring directly at her pussy, she realized that this was probably the first time he had seen a vagina close up in real life. She allowed his hands to clean her thighs, even sliding up the inside of her thighs as he continued to stare at her, but when his hand actually brushed against her pussy, Ami decided that she should probably stop him. "I think that's enough," she said, pulling Hero to his feet. "Of course we can play together again. Any time you want." And with that Ami hugged Hero close, pressing her breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. She squeezed him tight and then finally released him. "I'd better go get dressed," Ami said as she pulled the shower curtain open. "I need to eat something and then go clean up the studio before my live stream tonight. Are you going to watch? It should be lots of fun." Ami asked as she stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. "Oh my!" Hero thought, he had never seen a woman up close like this, and here he was, the side of his hand touching his sister's very wet...girly part. Well of course it was wet, they were in the shower, but he also knew, he probably shouldn't be touching this. It had been one thing to wash all of his thick, hot cum off his sister, but down her, there wasn't really a reason to touch...except deep down he wanted to...but that was bad...so very, very bad...and he was a good boy. Of course Ami knew the right thing,"I think that's enough. Of course, we can play together again. Any time you want." At first, he was disappointed, but Ami drew the lines and helped Hero understand what was right and appropriate and what might cross the line. He was happy and thankful to have such a beacon of what was right and wrong guiding his path. "I'm so glad, I love you Ami, and I have missed our time...and now, well, I guess we have all sorts of new ways to play that I never knew...today was so fun!" Her hug felt great, was it her love, or her amazing feeling breasts, who really knew, but Hero loved it and loved her." I'd better go get dressed," Ami said as she pulled the shower curtain open. "I need to eat something and then go clean up the studio before my live stream tonight. Are you going to watch? It should be lots of fun." Hiro was confused. "Well, sure, but don't you need my help? What about filming or do people try to chat with you, could I help you there, I would love to help you however I can." She began to leave, "Ami, you are going to do the laundry right, I would hate for mom to..." He didn't say more, as she seemed to understand. When he went to his bedroom, he put on loos fitting sweats, just in case he got hard again, his pants had been most uncomfortable. He went down to dinner, Ami was cute as ever, and they made small talk. It was as if nothing unusual had happened, just another day. Except when dinner was over, and Hero and Ami were done doing dishes, Ami began to head up, and Hero looked at his mother. "Mom, I am going to go with Ami okay, we are working on a project and I am trying to help." His mother just smiled, enjoying how closer her oldest daughter and her little brother were....and getting closer all the time! As she entered her bedroom, Ami saw that it was almost time for her livestream, which meant she would have to get changed quickly. Stripping off her regular clothes, she pulled a large box from under her bed and began to sort through the contents until she finally found the outfit she was looking for, along with accessories that went with it. Five minutes later, and just in time for the start of the livestream, Ami was seated on her bed wearing a playboy bunny costume, complete with cuffs, collar, ears and stockings. "Hi everyone! I'm so excited to be able to spend the night with all of you," Ami said exuberantly as she used the remote control to slowly pan out, revealing her costume to the viewers. "As you can see, I am wearing the new costume that I unboxed last week. Thank you so much, Daylight. That was suitor sweet of you. I hope everyone like it as much as I do." As Ami continued to talk to her fans, occasionally stopping to say hi to someone who had just joined, or to respond to a specific comment, she noticed Hiroshi slip into the room. It didn't take long for the sounds of tips to start to fill the air. Ami had recorded custom sounds for her different tip levels. The lowest level tips triggered the sound of Ami's giggling. The next level up triggered the sound of her moaning softly. The highest level of tips resulted in the sounds of Ami having an orgasm. The result was that as she chatted along with her viewers there was a near constant soundtrack of giggles and moans in the background signaling tips. "You are all being so nice to me tonight," she said, smiling seductively at the camera, I guess I should give you a little present." As she spoke, Ami let a hand move to the front of her outfit, and slowly she began to peel it down to reveal her breasts to the camera. Hero had no idea what might happen during Ami's live stream, but he had no doubt he wanted to see it. When he walked into the room Ami was already in her costume, he had no idea what a playboy bunny was, but he did know his sister looked incredible, innocent...and sexy, all at once! He moved into the corner, he wanted to help but did not know how. Suddenly there were noises all around him, Ami's voice, but she wasn't talking. He smiled at the giggles, and felt his body respond to the moans, getting a bit harder with each sexual utterance, until soon he was back in the same condition as earlier, luckily in a bit baggier sweatpants. He watched the screen and soon realized the correlation between the sounds and the monies popping on the screen and accumulating into "Ami's piggyback" Holy cow, the money was early coming in...and so were suggestions...he wasn't sure if Ami could see them...he wondered if she needed his help? Some of the suggestions were nice..." I love your smile...." some flattering..."you are so young and beautiful"...and then there were others..."those tits... I have to see those tits..."..."Oh, God! Ami...is your pussy wet...please show us that cunt!"...." You need a cock baby...my cock... I want you to suck a nice big cock...or baby...spread those legs and see what my cock could do!" Hiro was shocked at some of the things...yet the money kept coming through...some promised hug sums...if she would get dirty! Suddenly Ami smiled at the camera,"You are all being so nice to me tonight," she said, smiling seductively at the camera, "I guess I should give you a little present." As she said it she rolled down her top, and he was again staring at his sister's incredible big tits. GOING...his cock now stood straight out, creating a tent in his sweats as Ami looked, smiled and giggled...he felt that tingle...and soon, once again, a wet spot was turning dark gray...and Hero found himself rubbing his tented cock through his pants, biting his lip. The room was now alive in sound, and there was even a single new one...it sounded like Ami was having a very good time...and the messages were pouring in...promising Ami so much money...asking her how much she enjoyed big, hard cocks! Hero couldn't believe it...how they could say such things to his sweet Ami! As always, the moment that Ami revealed her breasts to her viewers, tips began to pore in and so did requests for her to do more, to show more. She had moderators who kicked out anyone who got too rowdy, or anyone making derogatory comments, but for the most part she was fine with letting the boys have their fun and show their appreciation however they wanted. As she continued to talk to the followers and to display her breasts for them, Ami noticed her brother standing behind the desk, and almost immediately she noticed the ridiculously large tent in the front of his sweatpants. Poor Hiroshi, she thought. Ami had hoped that helping him get off earlier would give him some relief, but clearly he was already aroused again. A large tip called for her to remove her bunny suit so they could see her butt and her pussy, so Ami rose up on her knees on the bed and zipped the suit all the way down, then slowly stripped it down off her hips, then sitting back on her butt she pulled it down off her legs. Freed from the costume Ami smiled and flirted with her fans giving them brief glimpses of her butt and between her legs, as well as playing with her breasts, but all the while that she was interacting with them, Ami was keeping an eye on her poor brother, who was clearly uncomfortable, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. She wondered if there was something she could do for him, some way to help, and then an idea occurred to her. That was when she announced to her viewers that she had a surprise for them. She told them all to wait for one moment and with that she climbed off the bed and walked over to where Hero was standing, out of frame. "Hi little brother," she said softly enough not to be picked up by the mic. "You trust me, right? Come with me," she said, taking his hand and leading him toward the bed. As she sat back down on the end of the bed facing the camera, she positioned her brother next to her, standing with the tent in his pants pointed directly toward her. "Surprise, Ami found a friend to play with. Would you all like to see me play with my new friend?" As she watched the comments flood across the screen, Ami playfully rubbed the end of Hero's cock through the pants. "If you want to see me play with my new friend, just buy a ticket for 500 coins. Show starts in one minute!" Hero couldn't believe what he was seeing, his Ami, revealing her breasts, and there it was, his big, young cock was harder and even more throbbing than before for now he knew what that could lead to. He stared at her gorgeous tits as she teased them, and he thought about their shower, and how his cock might feel between them. He was rubbing himself through his sweatpants, but if felt nowhere near as good as what Ami had done. Then she stripped off the rest, and he stared at all of her, and he instinctively rubbed more and more furiously. His young, innocent cock was so hard, and it looked absurd tenting out his pants. Worse yet, it kinda hurt! Since Ami was naked, and touching herself a bit, and Ami always knew what to do, he considered, taking off his own clothes, maybe that was okay. It was hard to think, as buzzers and sounds, her moaning, and...well...much more than moaning...what was that? She sounded, like he had felt when she had...made him erupt all over her. Suddenly she was walking toward him, had he done something wrong? He was just trying to repeat what she had done to him, it wasn't his fault he was not as good as her, or was it? Suddenly she stood in front of him, "You have made a lot of money...but the things these people ask....but I am sure you know..." She cut him off,"Hi little brother," she said softly enough not to be picked up by the mic. "You trust me, right? Come with me,"He didn't ask a question, as always he did whatever she asked. He did trust her, trusted her more than anything, and so he followed like a puppy, with his master, a treat waiting in her hand. She sat down on the bed he stood facing her, not sure what if any of him was on camera." Surprise, Ami found a friend to play with. Would you all like to see me play with my new friend?" Hiro turned and waved, but realized that the cameras was purely on Ami, and the tents she was fingering in his pants. The room was filling with giggles and moans, her friend was a hit. "If you want to see me play with my new friend, just buy a ticket for 500 coins. Show starts in one minute!" Suddenly the room seemed nearly deafening, as the new sound, the one sounding like Ami might be ...cumming...rang out again and again and again. Hero was so hard, and Ami realized, she was having by far the most profitable show of her life, probably by an order of magnitude, more, two, three even four weeks of normal work, and Ami was already popular, but now with her friend, her fans were exceedingly enthusiastic and generous. And those noises, those NOISES, were having such an effect on Hero! Oh his poor, hard, throbbing cock...being stimulated by ear, touch and sight...only taste was left alone...at least for now. He whispered, "Ami, I do trust you...but it is so big and throbbing... I don't know...what if I make a mess? What are you going to do?" She winked at him, and turned back to the camera, the brief break was over.... Ami was double-checking that she had Hiroshi framed just right before the show started, his body in the shot, his head and face above the frame of the camera so no one would know who he was. She heard the nervousness and concern in his voice and spared just a moment to look up at him, quietly answering his question, but keeping her voice low so it wouldn't be overheard as she said, "It'll be okay. This time, the bigger the mess, the better." And then she gave him a quick wink before turning her attention to the camera. "Okay, time for the show, thanks to everyone who joined. Let's see what my friend brought me to play with," Ami announced exuberantly as she turned slightly toward Hero and lifted her hands to his waistband. She slowly peeled his pants down in the front until his massive boner sprung free, bouncing in front of her and eventually coming to rest pointing directly at her face. "Oh my, that certainly is a large carrot," Ami giggled, both hands in front of her mouth to cover her laugh. She could already see the chat exploding with comments about Hero's erection and with suggestions of what she should do with it. She ignored them for now, turning her attention to Hero. Furthermore, she lifted one hand to the base of his cock and slowly began to stroke it, alternating between smiling up at her brother and smiling at the camera. "It's so very hard," she commented as she stroked it. Ami was cooing and pursing her lips as she played with her brother's cock, and she lifted her other hand up to one of her breasts, fondling it and gently pinching her own nipple. The more aroused she acted while stroking her brother, the faster the tips poured in. After a few moments, Ami scooted closer to her brother and lifted herself up enough to pull her legs up under her which raised her up higher, high enough that she could rub Hero's cock against her jiggling breasts as she moaned softly. Again the chat comments poured in and tips increased and Ami milked it, placing Hero's cock between her large breasts and squeezing them together around it. She looked up at Hero to make sure he was okay, smiling at him and giving him another wink. "I think my new friend really likes that," she said, feeling his cock throbbing between her breasts as she rubbed them up and down his shaft. "But, you know what, I think I might know something he'll like even better." And with that, Ami released her brother's cock from between her breasts and held it firmly in place as she lowered her face down toward it, her mouth opening, and her tongue slipping out... She positioned Hero, and he could tell his face was off camera, but his body was on. He was going to ask what she was planning to do, but she gave him a big hint." It'll be okay. This time, the bigger the mess, the better." Hiro smiled down at Ami, he was a little intimidated, but mostly thrilled, "Does that mean you are going to play with me again...make me feel like before...Oh, good!" He remembered making a mess, and the incredible sensations he felt just prior and during. He could hardly wait! He was as anxious as the audience, constantly sending tips, and he was going to get even more enjoyment than them." Okay, time for the show, thanks to everyone who joined. Let's see what my friend brought me to play with," Ami announced exuberantly as she turned slightly toward Hero and lifted her hands to his waistband. She slowly peeled his pants down in the front until his massive boner sprung free, bouncing in front of her and eventually coming to rest pointing directly at her face. "Oh my, that certainly is a large carrot,"Hero was so excited, Ami was playing to make believe like they used to, she was a bunny rabbit, like her costume, and Hero's thingy, now hard and throbbing, was the carrot. He hoped she didn't take a bite! He laughed at his silent joke, and felt her begin to fondle his large, incredibly hard cock. The people online must have really liked his carrot, or how Ami held it, looked at it, and stroked it, because the sounds came faster and faster, and many, many of them were the long, moaning ones, where she yelled, "Yes, Yes, So good... Yes, Yes.... I'm... Ohhhh yeses!" It was kinda funny hearing these sounds over and over, it was like the room was full of AMIS. She seemed to compliment how hard he was, but it was easy, he couldn't help but get super hard, and really throb by for Ami...particularly when she was playing with her beautiful breasts like that, oh my she was pinching her nipples, and they were getting as hard as he was, except seeing that mad Hero even harder. He whispered...." It's really aching Ami, could you...you know?" He pointed down at his needy cock. After a few moments, Ami scooted closer to her brother and lifted herself up enough to pull her legs up under her which raised her up higher, high enough that she could rub Hero's cock against her jiggling breasts as she moaned softly. Again the chat comments poured in and tips increased and Ami milked it, placing Hero's cock between her large breasts and squeezing them together around it. Hiro couldn't believe it, but he knew he had to whisper, and couldn't be heard." Oh, I like that, that feels perfect...that is something new...and...oh that is so good...you are really making me..." But she was just starting with the new tricks. She looked up at Hero to make sure he was okay, smiling at him and giving him another wink. "I think my new friend really likes that," she said, feeling his cock throbbing between her breasts as she rubbed them up and down his shaft. "But, you know what, I think I might know something he'll like even better."/I] Hero nodded his head up and down, he realized he might be making Ai laugh. But he was so excited and if Ami said he would like it even better, he was sure she knew what she was doing. [And with that, Ami released her brother's cock from between her breasts and held it firmly in place as she lowered her face down toward it, her mouth opening, and her tongue slipping out... Suddenly, Hero was talking, he was so caught up in their make believe game. They had played this so many times, not like this, but they both loved fantasy! "He does, he does like that...when Mommy told me I was getting a bunny, she never said what a good little bunny she was...and all fit fun games she knew!" What had he done? He wasn't supposed to talk, but he had, and those people, whoever they where must have heard them....he looked down at Ami...and then he realized...the room was alive in noise...so many tips...so many big tips...the people seemed to like what Hero said...they seemed to like how the brother and sister played make believe! When Ami had brought Hero over to join her on camera she hadn't planned to go down on him. She was thinking she would just jerk him off onto her tits. Considering she had never streamed with another person, she figured that would be more than enough to get her followers off, and bring in a bunch of money, but once he was there next to him...once the tips started coming in, and the comments, the requests, she suddenly found herself caught up in the excitement of it all. It was that excitement that had led her to put her brother's cock between her tits, and it was that same excitement that was now causing her to begin licking the swollen head of his penis. She took it slow at first, teasing the viewers to get them to donate more money, but also because she didn't want to freak Hiroshi out. She had no idea how he was going to react to having his sister licking his cock, or sucking on it. Clearly he had enjoyed the hand job she had given him hours earlier, but would he think this was the same thing? To be honest, as Ami let her tongue slide down the underside of her brother's cock, she knew it wasn't the same. Nowhere near the same. Ami lowered her head down and planted several soft kisses on her brother's testicles, before slowly beginning to lick her way back up to the head. She heard Hero speaking to her and was surprised to hear that he was playing along. He was such a good brother, she thought as she reached to the tip of his erection. Without hesitating, Ami took the head of her brother's cock into her mouth and began to suck softly on it. As she sucked Hero, Ami stroked his shaft eagerly with her hand. As she tried to take in more of his manhood, the brunette was reminded of just how large her brother's cock was. Determined to not let her viewers down, Ami eased him deeper into her mouth, the head now pushing into her throat. God, he was so big! And she could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue, making her wonder how much longer he could last. She really wanted to give her viewers a good cum shot, preferably on her breasts. And he did last. Soon Ami had managed to take almost all of Hero into her mouth, even if it was only for a few seconds each time she lowered her mouth down onto him, slurping loudly. She alternated between bobbing her head up and down on Hero's cock, to stroking it, to licking the head and even occasionally sucking on his balls. Based on the sounds from the computer she had long ago exceeded her previous high dollar amount for a single session and the tips were still pouring in fast and furiously. So Ami decided it was time to focus on Hiroshi, and making sure he was okay. Slowly she pulled his cock from her mouth, and still stroking it, she looked up into his eyes, "Are you ready to cum for me?" Hero hadn't been talking to the audience, he had been talking to Ami, his Ami, his best and most trusted friend, playing their newest game of fantasy and role play, only now it was the adult version and this was his favorite game ever. He loved and idolized his sister, and there was nothing she could do to him, he would not be okay with. But this, he never dreamed they might do this, and he was not objecting at all! If Ami thought it was okay, then Hero could enjoy guilt free, his sister had never led him astray. She was so fun, and so beautiful. His words had not upset her, and from the sounds, she must be making a LOT of money. He moaned as she stroked and sucked his huge cock. "Mummy, that is so nice." He loved the role-play. He felt her sweet mouth and tongue take in his tentacles, "Oh, my little bunny seems to like my berries along with my carrot...which do you like more sweet bunny? Or maybe you need to play with them some more?" The game and make believe made this so much fun, Hero was having a great time, even without the incredible sensations his Ami was providing to him. She licked and sucked some more, and Hero thrust a bit, then harder and harder. He put his hands on her head, and brushed her hair, and then grasped for a bit to give him leverage to thrust deeper as his head and shaft were sucked down her throat. "Do you like this bunny, you seem very hungry for my carrot!" The room was so loud with her moans and orgasms as the tips got bigger and more frequent...this wasn't just Ami's most successful show, but she was setting a record for any performer on the site... Ami and Hero were a huge hit...yet for him, they were simply playing the most fun game ever! She slowly pulled off, but kept fondling his cock and balls, now dripping with copious amounts of her saliva and his enthusiastic precut, "Are you ready to cum for me?" He looked down and nodded. "Of course, you know I will do anything you want...just show me where...and I will make a great big mess, just like you asked!" Hero had no doubt, he was a volcano ready to blow...and his sister, his sweet sister...knew exactly what to do...he trusted her completely...and then.the volcano blew its top...and the lava....so much lava fired out of the tip... Ami could see the excitement and pleasure on Hiroshi's face and hear it in his voice as he told her he was ready. Her eyes dropped back down to the massive, throbbing penis in her hand and was about to answer him, about to tell him where he should cum, when she felt his cock twitch in her hand and then cum began to spurt out of the tip directly into Ami's face. Despite the shock of having her brother cumming on her face, Ami responded quickly, stroking him with her hand so she could get every drop of his cum on camera. She giggled as his white spunk poured out onto her face and her breasts. And Hero just kept cumming and cumming, jazzing all over her as the fans began to express their admiration on the screen. Ami took every spurt of cum, every drop until finally Hero seemed to be finished. Her face was coated in the thick, creamy substance and her breasts were splattered with cum as well. She slowly managed to open one eye, keeping the other closed because it was covered with cum. She smiled at the camera, then up at Hero. Finally, she leaned forward and licked the tip of her brother's cock. "Hamm, so much yummy goodness," she purred as she cleaned his penis, doing it, so the viewers could see. "I think I should have my friend come back again some time, don't you?" And the fans definitely were in favor based on their reaction. She thanked everyone even as she lowered her brother's cock down to her tits and rubbed the head through the droplets of cum. Then finally she released his cock and moved toward the camera giving the fans a close up view of her cum covered breasts before thanking them one last time and reminding them to tune in for the next live stream. And then it was over. Ami looked at the counter on the screen that told her how many viewers there had been and how much money she had made. Turning toward Hero, she threw herself at him, her naked, cum covered body pressing against his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted kisses all over his cheeks. "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you! That was fantastic, Hero. You are the best little brother ever," she said, her voice filled with excitement as she slowly released him and stepped back, looking at him. He wasn't able to hold back, wasn't sure if he was supposed to, but looking down on is sister's beautiful breasts and her stroking him so lovely and gently, he felt his cock twitch, his balls tighten, and suddenly he was cumming and cumming and cumming. The sounds from the donations seemed to grow exponentially as Hires ejaculate fired from his flesh canon and splashed upon the face, hair, tits and mouth of his loving big sister. Once again, as his cock pleasurably lurched forward, he could not deny how beautiful, and yes, sexy, his sister looked being covered with his jazz! Her gorgeous face and spectacular tits were covered as the last canon ball landed on her tummy and dripped lazily toward her mound....like seedling falling from trees hoping to take root. She looked up smiling, first at him and then at the camera, and it made him so happy that being covered in his cum seemed to make her happy. Then she did something that he most enjoyed, she took him into her mouth, caressing, and cleaning him, and his prick jerked with the most pleasant of aftershocks. "MMM, I really like how you do that afterward, thank you." He had whispered so they wouldn't be heard, but he wanted her to know. He loved when he heard her say,"Hamm, so much yummy goodness. I think I should have my friend come back again some time, don't you?" Hiro wanted to be helpful to Ami, and he was really enjoying this, and hoped for more, anything she wanted from him. The fans seemed to agree as the tips came in strong and of high quality based on the moan-o-meter as Hero now thought of it. As it ended, and she played with HS cock against her tits one more fun time, she stopped and turned off the camera. It was only then Hero realized how amazed Ami was, "How much did you make?" He asked eagerly, hoping she was successful. Suddenly she was in his arms, her amazing cum covered tits pressed against him, her cum covered face and mouth kissing him, she looked so happy." Did you enjoy that, I sure did...that was so fun!" He told her grinning, quite proud actually at his contribution. "You said it was yummy...would you like to eat some of it...lick it off I mean? It is okay with me, if you eat my ...stuff?" Hero looked down, it also looked like it was slick between Ami's legs...had his cream hit her there too? "Did you enjoy that, I sure did...that was so fun!" she heard Hero say enthusiastically. "Your right. It was fun and everyone really loved it!" Ami agreed, holding her brother's hands. "We can put the video up on the website and sell it to the people who missed the live stream and make even more. This is so great. Thank you so much, little brother. I can't wait til we can do another live show. You will do more with me, won't you? We'll have so much fun." "You said it was yummy...would you like to eat some of it...lick it off I mean? It is okay with me, if you eat my ...stuff?" Hero fumbled out, his eyes glancing down at the mess all over her body. Ami giggled as she too looked down at the mess and then back at her brother. "Honestly, none of it actually went in my mouth, so I don't know what it tastes like. I just said that for the show, but I definitely saw a lot of comments asking for me to swallow, so maybe next time I can do that. If you are okay with it, of course?" The tall brunette looked at her brother, sensing that perhaps her answer had disappointed him. Smiling, she scooped a glob of cum from her cheek and sucked it off her finger. It was super thick and salty, but she kinda liked it, she realized. "Hamm, it really is yummy," she said, hoping Hero would be pleased. She scooped several more fingers of her brother jazz off her breasts and swallowed them too. After cleaning much of the cum off of her, Ami finally grabbed a towel and wiped the rest off, then wiped the little bit of cum that remained off of Hiroshi's cock before tossing the towel in the laundry hamper. "Oops, I missed a spot," she said as she noticed that when she hugged him she had accidentally transferred some of the thick white substance onto his cheek. Pushing up on her toes, she leaned into her brother's chest and playfully licked the last bit of cum off his cheek, swallowing it down. "There, all clean," she announced as she pulled the bunny ears off her head and removed her collar and cuffs. "So, do you want to do another show with me tomorrow?" she asked, pulling a long t-shirt on to cover herself and sitting down at the computer. "I can go ahead and post an update on my site so everyone knows. I mean we could do one later tonight, but it would be pretty late, and I'm sure you're tired, so maybe tomorrow would be best. What do you think?" "Your right. It was fun and everyone really loved it!" Ami agreed, holding her brother's hands. "We can put the video up on the website and sell it to the people who missed the live stream and make even more. This is so great. Thank you so much, little brother. I can't wait til we can do another live show. You will do more with me, won't you? We'll have so much fun." Hiro had enjoyed himself, never did he have as much fun as when he was with Ami, he trusted his big sister completely. "Of course I will, I like being your partner, you know I would do anything o you, I love when we play, and I really love the new ways we are playing together. I can't wait to do more, you are right we will have so much fun!" He knew they would, and anything Ami thought was okay, he had no doubts about, he trusted he completely, she had never done anything but made him happy and feel loved. She was amazing." Honestly, none of it actually went in my mouth, so I don't know what it tastes like. I just said that for the show, but I definitely saw a lot of comments asking for me to swallow, so maybe next time I can do that. If you are okay with it, of course?" His gave her a big smile, "Silly, of course it is okay. Actually, I would really like that." He was a bit disappointed as something inside of him really wanted to see if his big sister enjoyed his stuff, it was all over her. As if she knew what he was thinking she took a big gob and sucked it off the fingers. Oh my goodness, his cock had been getting softer but seeing that he felt such a jolt, his eyes got to beg. Wow, she looked so good....no...sexy, his sister looked so sexy eating his cum. She ate more and more, and Eva lick and suck was more exciting." Hmmm, it really is yummy,"He was so proud, it made him want to produce more for her, feed his sweet, beautiful, naked sister all the cum she possibly wanted to swallow! Oh, shoot....he was getting excited again, and then"Oops, I missed a spot,"/I] She lined in and licked a bit off his cheek, and her lips brushing across his, he started to pucker, instinctively hoping she might...but now she playfully cleaned him up, "There, all clean." He watched her clean up, and felt a bit sad as she popped on a t-shirt, he shouldn't feel that way, should he? "So, do you want to do another show with me tomorrow?... I can go ahead and post an update on my site so everyone knows. I mean we could do one later tonight, but it would be pretty late, and I'm sure you're tired, so maybe tomorrow would be best. What do you think?" Hero had never felt so awake and alive, he was ready anytime she was, VERY ready. "I... I'm not exhausted at all...so whatever you think is best... I will be ready...whatever you need and want Ami....you know you can count on your little brother." So said the young man, with the very man-sized cock. "Do you know what the next show will be...how we can make your fans happy and make you a bunch of money? Or do you want it to be a surprise?" Ami laughed at her brother's enthusiasm for the idea of doing another show as soon as possible. He was so adorable, and she was so happy that he was excited to help her with her web career. "I don't have anything planned yet," she answered. "I have some outfits that some of my fans bought and sent to me that I haven't even looked at yet. Maybe there's something there I can use. I'll think about it while I'm uploading our video and answering my messages." "I do have a lot to do... but if I can get everything done in time for us to do a show, I'll come get you," she said as she led Hero to the door and sent him back to his room, giving him another kiss on the cheek and thanking him again. Ami spent the next several minutes checking the playback of the video and making sure it was okay to upload. She lingered a few moments on the sight of her taking Hiroshi's penis into her mouth for the first time. She had been so caught up at the moment, and the sound of the tips flooding in, that she hadn't really stopped to think about what she was doing at that moment. The fact that she was sucking her own brother's cock and doing in on camera. She was sure it was Hiroshi's first blow job, and something about being the one to give him his first blowjob made Ami happy. She was most likely the first girl to touch his penis, the first girl to jerk him off, and now the first girl to use her mouth on him. After watching the entire video all the way through the cum shot, Ami uploaded it to the site and posted in the section where fans could purchase videos for a few dollars. It was her first video with another person, so she suspected it would sell really well. She spent a few more minutes answering some messages, then took a few minutes to clean up her room. Once she was done, Ami changed into her workout clothes and went for a run. Went she got back it was getting late. She decided to take a quick shower and clean off the sweat from her run, then dressed in a pair of baggy pajama pants and a tank top that strained to contain her bosom. Deciding it was probably too late to do another livestream, Ami walked down the hall to Hero's room and slipped into his room to talk to him, wondering if he was still awake. Hero had such a good time, and he loved helping Ami the most, and now he was even helping her make money. He was happy to volunteer to do another show later. So far helping Ami had made hi feel incredible, twice she had helped him make a huge mess. In the back of his mind, he wondered if it was naughty making a mess like this with his sister, but it was Ami, and she always knew best. He wondered if he should tell her about how good it felt when he made that mess, how REALLY, Perfect, in fact he could hardly wait to make a mess again. He looked at her adoringly." I don't have anything planned yet," she answered. "I have some outfits that some of my fans bought and sent to me that I haven't even looked at yet. Maybe there's something there I can use. I'll think about it while I'm uploading our video and answering my messages... I do have a lot to do... but if I can get everything done in time for us to do a show, I'll come get you,"Hero thought, he hated that poor Ami was so busy, he just wanted to help. "If you would like you could try on different costumes for me, and I will tell you which ones look nicest. You look good in everything...or less than everything..." He laughed a little at his joke, "...but I will be honest, I think I am understanding more what your fans like." Hiro went to his room, he watched some TV, played some video games, but eventually he sadly assumed Ami was too busy, and wouldn't be coming in. His body was still warm, and so he did something he had never done before. He turned off his lights, and got naked, before slipping into his fresh sheets. He was nodding off, dreaming about today, dreaming about Ami, dreaming about more messes...and he just got harder and harder. He was still a bit groggy when he realized Ami was in his room. Just like when he was little, he lifted his sheet so she could come in beside of him and lay down and talk. He had completely forgotten he was naked, and wasn't thinking at all about the enormous boner, he was sporting. She slid in beside, and he felt her head on his chest cuddling, her leg over his her hand on his chest. "Ami, I love you...thank you for letting me help you... I am having so much fun....but I was wondering...my messes...do you ever make messes too? You don't have what I have...but my messes feel so good... I would hate it if you couldn't make messes either!" It was not surprising to Ami that the lights were out in Hero's room or that he was in bed. She had waited until late to stop by his room and after the big day he had had, she suspected that he was exhausted. Luckily she had caught him before he fell asleep though, so she happily slipped into his bed with him just as she had done so many times while the two siblings were growing up. After the two snuggled for a few minutes, Hiroshi began asking her about the things they had done together, or more accurately the orgasms he had with her. "Oh, of course, sometime girls have...we make messes too. I sometimes make messes," she assured him. "And even we don't make a mess like that, it can still feel perfect, like you felt when I touched you." Hearing her brother's questions, and sensing his tentativeness, reminded Ami just how inexperienced he was and how much he didn't understand yet. She'd also noticed that there was a rather large tent being pitched in the center of the blanket, which could only mean that Hiroshi was aroused again. Pushing the blankets off of her and off of her brother's erection, Ami sat up next to him. He was hard again, despite the two massive orgasms he had earlier. Ami stared at her brother's magnificent cock for a long moment before smiling down at him. She noticed that his eyes had flickered momentarily to her breasts which were practically spilling out of her spaghetti strapped tank top. "You've never seen a girl's breasts before have you, little brother? Other than mine, I mean," Ami asked. "You can look at mine if you want...anytime." As she said the last, the brunette reached up to the straps of her shirt and peeled it down exposing her large breasts. "Would you like to touch them? I don't mind," she offered, smiling at Hiroshi. "Really. It's okay. You can touch them if you want to...don't be afraid." It felt nice to have Ami crawl in, cuddle with him. He put his arms around her and held her. Who knows what life may bring, but she would be a constant, as would his love for her. She always answered his every question,"Oh, of course, sometime girls have...we make messes too. I sometimes make messes... And even we don't make a mess like that, it can still feel perfect, like you felt when I touched you." This got Hero thinking, even feeling a bit guilty, she took care of him, but he did not do the same for her. She threw their covers back and climbed up facing him, she was looking down, staring at the dim light. "I'm sorry... I am hard again I can't seem to help it." Little did he completely understand, it was almost exclusively Ami making him that hard. He didn't even realize that he had been staring at her barely contained breasts." You've never seen a girl's breasts before have you, little brother? Other than mine, I mean, ..." You've never seen a girl's breasts before have you, little brother? Other than mine, I mean,""His voice was soft, respectful, "No but why would I want to, when yours are so beautiful and perfect?" She slipped off her straps, and the moonlight through the window reflected on her milk like skin, contrasted by her soft pink nipples. He worshiped her, worshiped them, he found himself licking his lips, salivating in desire." Would you like to touch them? I don't mind,"He reached his hand up, but only moved it a bit,"Would you like to touch them? I don't mind,"He saw her look of encouragement, and first he brought one hand, and then a second hand, a perfect orb in each hand. He massaged them lightly caressing them, "How is that?" He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples and then rolled them between his index fingers and thumbs. "Or that? Is that right?" He remembered back, "Ami, I want to help you make a mess, I want you to feel like you made me?... Would...would you like that?" Ami sat patiently as Hiroshi began to tentatively touch her chest, first one hand, then both hands. He pressed his hands against her breasts lightly, then began to caress and massage them. When he let his fingers move to her nipples, the brunette gave a slight gasp, but continued to let him explore. Ami had always had sensitive nipples and was often aroused simply by playing with them. She nodded and offered the occasional word of encouragement when Hero would ask if he was doing something right or not. When her brother explained that he wanted to make her feel good, just as she had done for him, Ami smiled. "Oh! That's very sweet of you, little brother. I don't know... I guess that would be okay. There are lots of fun games we can play together, but...first you need to learn about the female body...about my body. " She paused for a moment, considering, then slowly leaned toward him until her breasts were close to his face. "Try using your tongue on my nipples," she suggested as she moved her hands beneath her breasts and lifted them up to his mouth. "Or you can suck on them, too. I like that." Hero had always loved it when Ami hopped into bed with him, he wondered if any other boy was as lucky as he was to have a sister like Ami. He was sincere in wanting to make her feel good like him, what he didn't know was how much he would enjoy doing it!" Oh! That's very sweet of you, little brother. I don't know... I guess that would be okay. There are lots of fun games we can play together, but...first you need to learn about the female body...about my body. "He looked up at her, and as in anything Ami had been willing to teach Hero, he was very eager to learn. As she leaned into her, he first lowered one hand from one of her breasts he had been fondling and teasing the nipple and moved it to her waist to support her. He also naturally began moving forward, like her breasts had a natural gravitational pull." Try using your tongue on my nipples,"She held her breasts up for Hero, so her nipples pointed right at him, and he carefully extended his tongue almost like they might be burning hot, and the mere touch scalding. His tongue flicked across and then slowly circled her nipple. "Or you can suck on them, too. I like that." Hmmm, that sounded interesting, so Hero put his second hand on the other side of her waist, and used his thin but strong core to pull himself up. Widening his mouth, he pressed forward and latched onto her ample breast, his mouth completely capturing hr nipple and the soft flesh around it. It was as if he inhaled her, her breast partially filling his mouth, as he sucked, yet let his tongue swirl and lick, flick and tease her increasingly hard nipple. "Your nipple is getting hard, is that okay?" He listened but latched back on, even pinching it a bit between his teeth, trying to listen and learn by her responses to his different things. Then he sucked harder and let his tongue work more passionately. He almost didn't realize how his suckling as making him even harder and throb even more, that precut stuff, again trickling out!" Oh Ami, I like doing this, playing with my tongue and sucking your breasts...here let me try the other...okay?" He leaned over, but that was harder to reach, he craned his neck, but it was hard to latch. "Maybe if you straddled me, I could reach more easily?" He innocently requested...she was wearing pants and all...plus it was Ami, and nothing between them could be wrong, could it? The moment she felt Hiroshi's tongue begin to flicker lightly against her nipple, Ami tensed, not because it bothered her, but because it felt so good. He was timid at first, but clearly eager, and within a few moments he became more comfortable as he fondled one breast while licking and playing with the nipple on the other breast, and all the while, the brunette found herself becoming more aroused, despite that it was her little brother that was responsible for the sensations she was feeling. As Hero lifted himself up and began to suck on her breast, Ami slid her fingers through his hair until her hand was cradling the back of his head, holding him close to her bosom. She oohed and Ahmed softly at the light sucking sensation, and perhaps louder when she briefly felt his teeth against her nipples. She laughed lightly when he asked if it was okay that he had made her nipples hard, assuring him that it was okay, that it was a sign that she liked what he was doing. Furthermore, she liked it so much, that despite feeling a bit awkward about it, Ami realized that she had grown aroused, so aroused that she was wet, very wet. Ami was just about to reach out and begin stroking her brother's erection when he suggested that perhaps it would be easier for him if she would straddle him. She hesitated for a moment before smiling and nodding. Then, slowly, Ami stretched a leg over her brother's body and slid up on top of him, careful to put her self on his lower stomach, his cock poking against her back as she sat atop him. Then, smiling down at him, Ami leaned forward, once again presenting her bare breasts to her little brother as she hovered over him. As she leaned down, Ami's butt shifted back, pressing snugly against the base of his cock. "Is that better, Hero?" she asked. Hiroshi could not believe how much he was enjoying playing with is sisters big tits! They were so much fun, and when she said that her nipples turning hard, meant she liked it, he had a huge smile, "Wow Ami...then you must really like what I am doing, because your nipples are really hard, and you sound a bit like the soundtrack on your video..... Ami...so when you make a mess, do you get all HD too, where do you get hard? You don't have a cock like I do?" He felt her fingers in his hair and that felt so good too. Ami was such a good big sister, making her little brother feel good, helping him make a mess and then taking care of it. He wasn't being a good of a brother, and he felt bad, except he also felt great! Ami looked so pretty once she straddled him, and he felt his hardness first against her back, and then as she leaned forward, and he latched his mouth onto her other breast, he felt his hardness, against the crack in her behind and her soft cheeks. He was licking and sucking, but as he did, his cock rubbed up and down on her. It felt so good, his body just naturally did I more, and he few something very warm from where she was straddling his stomach press against him. He was licking and sucking her breast, and naturally thrusting up and down.he held her waist which helped to make her press her warm center down on him. "Ami...this feels amazing...but I really want to help you make a mess too...can I...what would I need to do?"

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Power Rangers [OOC - Chatter]

([IC] ([Recruitment] ([Character Thread] (Probably my first time ever being first in an IOC thread, hurrah~ *applauds* ;But yeah, there's a reason why I haven't posted the females being accepted yet. We still have one more player devising a CS, and I didn't want her to feel like we're leaving her behind or anything. If the last two girls all have interesting personalities, then I may accept them all and just keep a 3 male limitation if we even get males in this game. What do we need to do to wrangle some men? >.> Nudity? I hear crickets. Want to toss around ideas about how our characters know each other and stuff while we're waiting? Sure! I imagine Hence seeing Bella a lot at the gym. And maybe Vivid at The Nebula when he's out partying. He would be shocked to meet the dancer in person lol. I do think The Nebula would be a good meeting place since Bella might frequent. As for the gym he might see her with her trainer. That works! I was thinking the club might be a place we could build a little and use as a hang-out / meeting place sometimes, seems like you guys had the same thought. :) lol I can imagine now... Bence:*drunk and making it rain on the go-go dancer* Shake that ass, BITCH! YULES! Bence:*headache and hung over* ... Vivi:*walks by him like a black cat and smirks*Hence:(blushes madly and points) No... No fucking way! *facepalms in shame* Isabella : Might want to hurry up with her sandwich. BITCHES.SUCH. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 09-10-2016, 04:02:41lol I can imagine now... Bence: *drunk and making it rain on the go-go dancer* Shake that ass, BITCH! YULES!Lt;Next Day at College;Hence: *headache and hung over* ... Vivi: *walks by him like a black cat and smirks*Hence: (blushes madly and points) No... No fucking way! *facepalms in shame*Hahaha yeses, this needs to happen! :P Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 09-10-2016, 04:05:44Isabella : Might want to hurry up with her sandwich. BITCHES.SUCH. Bence:*holds up fist* How 'bout a knuckle sandwich? Isabella : I would be worried if I want already familiar with your cuisine. Slowly prepared and lacking any real punch. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 09-10-2016, 04:15:54Isabella : I would be worried if I want already familiar with your cuisine. Slowly prepared and lacking any real punch. Hence:Sounds like' bitch I know! *glares* Isabella - Don't you have some water to burn or a Jersey shore hoodie to impregnate? Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 09-10-2016, 04:32:49Isabella - Don't you have some water to burn or a Jersey shore hoodie to impregnate? Bence:I can't believe your on my team. There's got to be a mistake. Who allowed this Mexican on the team?! Vivid:Fuckin' immigrants...*shakes head* Isabella - Immigrant please. This country wishes we would do such a thing. Improve your economy and gene pool. And I am Brazilian you Italian fast food chef want to be. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 09-10-2016, 06:07:19Isabella - Immigrant please. This country wishes we would do such a thing. Improve your economy and gene pool. And I am Brazilian you Italian fast food chef want to be. Hence:If you hate my food so much, then stop eatin' it. I'll make it for everybody else but you. It just saves me ingredients. Vivid:Dibs on her plate! ^__^ Isabella- I pay for those ingredients. Looks like recruitment might be about to blow up! O. O It's not going to because I'm not going to be accepting everyone who posts interest to this game. Well, at least not for the ranger spots. Sorry, brain checked out. I'm actually really tempted to just take what we got. We got 3 female rangers and 3 male rangers. The rest of the applicants can be support, but I doubt they would want to be. But I want to keep the game small when it comes to rangers. I posted the IC link on the front page of this IOC. So...the OP. You guys are free to RP. Just be sure to read the Chronology of Events please. It's on the IC OP. It's Morphing Time, bitches! Quote from: Writers blockade on 09-10-2016, 17:17:24It's Morphing Time, bitches!+1So, I'm going to post an introduction for Hence being simple. He's waking up and already experiencing some changes that he takes the wrong way but...yeah. I'm going to be posting him going to class and the reactions of his classmates in school. If anyone would like to meet him in some general education class or at the gym, let me know. We can make it happen. :-)It's going to conclude with him at the gym about...2PM. I'm down to have Vivid run into him in class or on campus if you want. :) Quote from: Lithium on 09-10-2016, 18:03:48I'm down to have Vivid run into him in class or on campus if you want. :)Hm...lol maybe in passing. When he realizes that the girl he was throwing money at last night was non-other than a student at his school. :) Hmm, let's save it for later than when it's not in passing, I imagine it could be pretty fun playing that out a bit with them hearing each other's thoughts. XD Quote from: Lithium on 09-10-2016, 18:14:09Hmm, let's save it for later than when it's not in passing, I imagine it could be pretty fun playing that out a bit with them hearing each other's thoughts. We can play it out. He'll just be getting out of class. That would be hilarious though if they pass by, and he's glancing her over, and she hears his thoughts. And then when she turns around, and they make eye-contact, then he's like, Oh shit! Lol OK, that works. :P I definitely want to have him in class and either hear someone's thoughts, or have the Mebibyte suddenly start talking to him lol. Also, Is it plausible to have the dream sequence be something like where he ends up seeing the other rangers around him, but not clearly? And maybe have the changes be painful at first, then settle down as the Mebibyte acclimates to his body? Last question. I'm thinking Jake would be living off campus, due to his hobby. Are we okay there, or should I figure something out with him living on campus? I think for my guy, since he's so helpful he can maybe have given someone a jump-start for their car if they ever broke down, or helped one of their pets at the vet clinic, so he can have met at least a few of the rest of the group ahead of time. Quote from: Writers blockade on 09-10-2016, 18:35:48I definitely want to have him in class and either hear someone's thoughts, or have the Mebibyte suddenly start talking to him lol. Also, Is it plausible to have the dream sequence be something like where he ends up seeing the other rangers around him, but not clearly? And maybe have the changes be painful at first, then settle down as the Mebibyte acclimates to his body? Last question. I'm thinking Jake would be living off campus, due to his hobby. Are we okay there, or should I figure something out with him living on campus? I don't want the Mebibytes to start talking until the first Sauron appears, which is mentioned in the chronology. No. In the dream sequence, no other rangers were present. That sequence was all about your character undergoing some crazy operation that he can barely remember. You can make the changes be however you want. He can live off campus if he wants. Like one of those on-campus apartment complexes is fine. If you mean like off-off campus in the city, then just know you might be limiting him to some on-campus interactions. But who knows? It might work out. Especially if his apartment becomes the party apartment/HQ/meet up place for discussion. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 09-10-2016, 18:48:07I don't want the Mebibytes to start talking until the first Sauron appears, which is mentioned in the chronology. No. In the dream sequence, no other rangers were present. That sequence was all about your character undergoing some crazy operation that he can barely remember. You can make the changes be however you want. He can live off campus if he wants. Like one of those on-campus apartment complexes is fine. If you mean like off-off campus in the city, then just know you might be limiting him to some on-campus interactions. But who knows? It might work out. Especially if his apartment becomes the party apartment/HQ/meet up place for discussion. Ahh, missed the mebibyte situation. Okay, got it. I'll have him on campus, he'll have a cheap as dirt place where he keeps his car. With a 80s Montage, it could be made into the away from campus spot. I like that. Quote from: Writers blockade on 09-10-2016, 19:10:07ahh, missed the mebibyte situation. Okay, got it. I'll have him on campus, he'll have a cheap as dirt place where he keeps his car. With a 80s Montage, it could be made into the away from campus spot. I like that.Want to have our characters know each other through street racing since they've got that in common? Quote from: Lithium on 09-10-2016, 19:26:26Wanna have our characters know each other through street racing since they've got that in common? Oh yeah, that would work I figured someone with connections with the police. (part-time job, not a cop) might be useful as a supporting character, just wondering if anyone wants some sort of connection with my character? Possible friend or girlfriend? Just letting everyone know. October 1st will be Magnificent Monday. I'm working on a post right now and just thought about it. :-) People are sure they want to hear Bella's thoughts? I just remembered that I got to make a character thread. I'll get to it after my post. O:)I forgot a tagging system too. I'm so garbage! Lol Lol we just started. We'll figure it out! Foot and the games begin. Quote from: Lithium on 09-10-2016, 02:34:28Probably my first time ever being first in an IOC thread, hurrah~Ha. Nerd. Quote from: Writers blockade on 09-10-2016, 17:17:24It's Morphing Time, bitches! Aww, fuck. You love it! Poooooooosteeeeeed, yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh! I should not be this excited, but I will admit to secretly waiting for an RP like this, without even realizing it lol. Quote from: Writers blockade on 10-10-2016, 03:28:03You love it! Poooooooosteeeeeed, yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh! I should not be this excited, but I will admit to secretly waiting for an RP like this, without even realizing it lol. Glad I could make a dream come true. ;) Goofy first post. I hate first posts sometimes. And yeah, I didn't really think I was looking for an RP like this, but it turned up, and I'm not upset by it. :P Quote from: Writers blockade on 10-10-2016, 03:28:03You love it! Poooooooosteeeeeed, yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh! I should not be this excited, but I will admit to secretly waiting for an RP like this, without even realizing it lol. Someone had tried to get something like this off the ground a few weeks (months?) ago where each ranger had a Greco-Roman armor motif, but I'm not sure why it folded before it even began. So when I saw this one, I was pumped to see if it could be made to work successfully. I'm going to get a post out tomorrow, hopefully? I got a flight to catch, but I'll see how much time I have during travel. Fly safe. ^^ Try and post in the morning if the baby cooperates. LOL, Vivid's giving me an idea. Ben can start thinking that the animals at the clinic are talking to him till he figures out it's voicing in his own head. That can provide some humor. Quote from: Mathis on 10-10-2016, 15:22:16LOL, Vivid's giving me an idea. Ben can start thinking that the animals at the clinic are talking to him till he figures out it's voicing in his own head. That can provide some humor. But that won't work unless someone is near you. No lie, is looking like there's going to be a general meet up in the common area. Maybe he's walking a dog near them? Did we decide on a common area or is it just the university in general? 'Cause he'll be there after his shift anyway. I would assume the camps has a common area that serves as a hub of sorts. That one place that's practically the same distance from everything lol, except the pool. Btw, I'll be having Jake roll through. I'm thinking he picks up on someone's thoughts, and answers them as if they had said it out loud, while he trying to dig up more info on his phone. If anyone wants to coordinate, let me know Quote from: Mathis on 10-10-2016, 15:22:16LOL, Vivid's giving me an idea. Ben can start thinking that the animals at the clinic are talking to him till he figures out it's voicing in his own head. That can provide some humor. Lol, that's a great idea! Quote from: Writers blockade on 10-10-2016, 18:55:51I would assume the camps has a common area that serves as a hub of sorts. That one place that's practically the same distance from everything lol, except the pool. We're allowed to come up with places that exist on campus, so I suppose we'd just need to decide on something that would be a common hub. Some kind of café or fast food place maybe? So far three people are about The Fountain. I'll see if I can get a post out before I board my flight. I got to travel for three days. X_x Blah. I'll write a post on the plane and when I get to my next destination, I'll post it. Teeeeeaaaaaaassssse. Most college campuses have a "quad" style area. Could say the fountain is like.a Founder's Fountain sort of area where maybe everyone gathers and along the outskirts are some small restaurants and such. Maybe place the school library at one end, maybe the recreation center on the other with a smoothie and coffee shop between. Then just dot various buildings nearby so that this serves as an intersection for people going to most of their classes. That way we'd have a library for studying, a gym nearby for the exercise characters and then food stops along with the class routes. Sorry to have kinda cut the post short but all the time my son would allow. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 10-10-2016, 22:26:35Most college campuses have a "quad" style area. Could say the fountain is like.a Founder's Fountain sort of area where maybe everyone gathers and along the outskirts are some small restaurants and such. Maybe place the school library at one end, maybe the recreation center on the other with a smoothie and coffee shop between. Then just dot various buildings nearby so that this serves as an intersection for people going to most of their classes. That way we'd have a library for studying, a gym nearby for the exercise characters and then food stops along with the class routes. That sounds good to me. Btw, is Bella a regular at the club or was last night more of an exception? And do you figure she'd be doing anything memorable, ordering really expensive bottles of champagne or something? Just trying to figure out if Vivid would recognize her or if they might have interacted, anything like that. Quote from: Pachuca on 10-10-2016, 21:24:59Teeeeeaaaaaaassssse.::) Red Ranger is looking for a beat down. >.> Why do people club on God's day? Your rangers are heathens. She would be VIP, certainly. Couldn't be with the plebeians after all. Probably not a regular, but known for doing a lot of cash when she shows up. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 11-10-2016, 03:06:44She would be VIP, certainly. Couldn't be with the plebeians after all. Probably not a regular, but known for doing a lot of cash when she shows up. Do you mean coke? For some reason, coke seems a better substitute than cash. And I don't think any of the rangers can do drugs anymore LMAO. It's like Captain America. Can't get drunk. I guess danger will have to be their biggest high Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 11-10-2016, 03:06:44She would be VIP, certainly. Couldn't be with the plebeians after all. Probably not a regular, but known for doing a lot of cash when she shows up. Alright cool, Vivid could have been Bella's waitress towards the start of the night then before she started dancing, then. (And maybe during some of her previous visits too.) Quote from: Writers blockade on 11-10-2016, 03:10:49Do you mean coke? For some reason, coke seems a better substitute than cash. And I don't think any of the rangers can do drugs anymore LMAO. It's like Captain America. Can't get drunk. I guess danger will have to be their biggest high assume she meant known for spending a lot of cash, not doing coke, but you never know. :P Cash...sorry....was about to get report so rushed. Lmao we use our newfound alien technology to form a cartel. Damn...would that not be some shit? Quote from: Writers blockade on 11-10-2016, 03:25:58lmao we use our newfound alien technology to form a cartel. Damn...would that not be some shit? Let's make some moneeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy~ It's credits. Cash does not exist. :-) Well.... Bella might have some ideas... Oh... right. How does one throw credits at big booty bitches at the club, doe? Okay, so I'm just going to have Jake roll through. He'll not know a thing about what you all just experienced. He'll just be like "...but?" And the club furnishes monopoly money in exchange for credits, so you still get that "make it rain" feeling without having to find ones! Win-win! Quote from: Writers blockade on 11-10-2016, 03:35:29Okay, so I'm just going to have Jake roll through. He'll not know a thing about what you all just experienced. He'll just be like "...but?" And the club furnishes monopoly money in exchange for credits, so you still get that "make it rain" feeling without having to find ones! Win-win! If they haven't done that in a sci-fi movie yet, they totally should. Sell that idea to someone, quick! Quote from: Pachuca on 11-10-2016, 03:34:02Oh... right. How does one throw credits at big booty bitches at the club, doe? I have it covered! Places that encourage tips have special chips you can buy worth different amounts, and when you activate them and throw them near a chip-scanner thingy which the big booty bitches are equipped with, they automatically get scanned and then the chip is basically dead. No more digging paper bills out of your g-string in the future! ’D Somehow that made me think of the clickers some classes use. Maybe something like that could be implemented in the clubs, LOL. Clickers are the woooooorrrrrrrrsssssssssssssssssssssst. Local place here uses Beaver Bucks. You exchange your money for them at the door. Yes...beaver bucks. Lmao Jesus...beaver bucks. Surely they could do better than that. Conchie Cash... Barebacks... See-Notes... Holla Dollar... Pole Pesos. This is all just coming out of my noggin right now. Quote from: Writers blockade on 11-10-2016, 04:16:10lmao Jesus...beaver bucks. Surely they could do better than that. Conchie Cash... Barebacks... See-Notes... Holla Dollar... Pole Pesos. This is all just coming out of my noggin right now. That's like the sketch from The Whitest Kids U' Know where they were just making up strip club names. LOL. I wonder if there should be something to make Ben's workplace closed so he just heads to school, otherwise it'll be the early afternoon before he gets to campus. Just a FYI, Jake doesn't know anything yet. He just sees a bunch of people looking real uncomfortable, and just figured it was the usually campus love affair shit Vivid's just trying to get him up to speed. Get it? Car jokes. Quote from: Lithium on 11-10-2016, 04:54:03Vivi's just trying to get him up to speed. Get it? Car jokes. So charming. Quote from: Mathis on 11-10-2016, 04:20:02That's like the sketch from The Whitest Kids U' Know where they were just making up strip club names. LOL. I wonder if there should be something to make Ben's workplace closed so he just heads to school, otherwise it'll be the early afternoon before he gets to campus. Living up to the Billy of the group I see. :P How'd you know? He was always my favorite character. Might can say the animals are acting weird and one might have attacked the vet so they closed for the day. Like, they sense that some shit is going down because of the UFO sightings and whatnot? That could work. Maybe his presence there somehow upsets them and him leaving calms it down, so he just decides that until he figures out what's wrong, it's better if he leaves. Yeah, that could work. Since there aren't likely to be any animals on campus, he probably figures its best to just stay there til the end of the day rather than going back to his friend's place now to deal with a possibly hostile Baxter. Will be posting much later tonight if anyone wants to go ahead. Wouldn't make any sense to have Jake part before Isabella. He needs to be embarrassed lol I'll be chillin'; am perfectly fine waiting patiently! :) Hey all, just letting you guys know I made it to Korea, and I'll be moving into my new place for the year tomorrow. Thank you for being patient. :-) Oh, cool! Are you doing one of those fancy year abroad deals and teaching? I always wanted to do that. Quote from: Pachuca on 13-10-2016, 14:13:13Oh, cool! Are you doing one of those fancy year abroad deals and teaching? I always wanted to do that. You'd have to know English, first! Quote from: Writers blockade on 13-10-2016, 18:17:11You'd have to know English, first!#GotHer My post was ok? Quote from: Writers blockade on 13-10-2016, 18:17:11You'd have to know English, first! Quote from: Lithium on 13-10-2016, 18:37:23#GotHerDicks. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 13-10-2016, 20:00:02My post was ok? It was awful. I can cook awesome food again because I have a kitchen now. :'(Well, any who, I am dead tired so while I'm sleeping, most of you will be up and active. But as soon as I get up, which is probably when you guys are in bed lol. I'll get a post up to get us moving again. Only if you sleep for like...17 hours. O.congrats on the move and new place! Push, I am just now getting off work and going to bed. And I'm at work now lol.(Well.to be fair I am night shift. All right; let me catch up here. I'll be using my phone as a tether until I get internet which is Wednesday and I have to pray I'm available. Hey all, I have a feeling that this week has been very busy for us, and it's about to end (for some of us) with the weekend. I plan for the enemy to show up sooner than originally intended so those who want to go to the gym (like mass meet or something) can. No matter where you choose to have your ranger go, the enemy will find them. I am going to say that all rangers will subconsciously be able to perform martial arts as though it's been engrained in them from childhood. It's not really them. It's the symbiote that is fending off the enemy to protect its host. So keep that in mind. But there will be a GM post that will arrive in either the next turn or two turns from now. :) Gangster. Boohoo, Isabella can whoop some booty and not break a nail. Like in the Matrix where they're just downloading every martial art into Neo's head, eh? Fun. : giggles:: Should have our vet start doing animal kung fu. Or throw kittens out of his kitten-launcher. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 20-10-2016, 05:14:24:: giggles:: Should have our vet start doing animal kung fu. That made me think of Hamster style from the movie Orgasm. Use your Hamster style Benjamin! Use it! I hope we're not playing the "whose turn is it to post game" -_- lol I was going to post tomorrow! I did! *pulls up lazy boy and reclines* :: peeks:: Lol *waves* What can I do to get this game back in motion guys? I thought Reich and With were going to RP out the gym race thing. If you both aren't going to do that, then I can easily just initiate the GM post. I was waiting for the Buzz. I can totally just go ahead if need be. :O You should go. I tried to sit down yesterday, but was having trouble. Quote from: Writers blockade on 24-10-2016, 15:52:17You should go. I tried to sit down yesterday, but was having trouble. You posted, you butt! Yeah, well. Deal with it! As soon as this round is done, I'll engage with the enemy. Mind you, you can always pass on a turn if you have nothing to post. As I said, regardless, everyone will be approached. I hope they're putties. Putty! Putty! Putty! I'm going to just sneak in a post again and wrap up the race deal. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, WE CAN FIGHT. Sounds like a smart play. Lithium must have thought of it ^_^ Wow. Hey chief (Black throne)I thiiiiiiiiiink me and With are done until the eeeevveeellll enemy (hopefully putties) show up. Well, With could post again in between, but I guess it depends if you want to go for it or not. LET ME KNOW! I'M SO EAGER RRR! :) :) :) Quote from: Pachuca on 26-10-2016, 04:02:21Hey chief (Black throne)I thiiiiiiiiiink me and With are done until the eeeevveeellll enemy (hopefully putties) show up. Well, With could post again in between, but I guess it depends if you want to go for it or not. LET ME KNOW! I'M SO EAGER RRR! :) :) :)Yeah, that! I'm with those ladies *nods* That'll depend on our dear Pumpkins ^-^ You can post if you are in the mood. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 26-10-2016, 08:34:07You can post if you are in the mood. All right then. I'll get something up. Prepare for some action. ^-^ (nerds) Funny story. I actually had the Power Rangers in Space theme in my head the entire time I was writing that GM post lol. Whenever! I gave you guys the wheel for your encounters. I will not be Racing your enemies, so you all need to handle them. Furthermore, I just placed the pieces on the board. Make it as funky as you can, Rangers! Points for style! Guhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Long-winded post. I always like your long-winded posts! Figured the voice in her head has been watching way too much YouTube. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 27-10-2016, 06:41:33Figured the voice in her head has been watching way too much YouTube. Does that mean Bella watches way too much YouTube? I didn't have Jake answer, Pumpkin, because I'm still not sure if the proximity is close enough. If so, I'll pull an edit later Quote from: Writers blockade on 27-10-2016, 07:10:43I didn't have Jake answer, Pumpkin, because I'm still not sure if the proximity is close enough. If so, I'll pull an edit later think she is the closest one to Jake and Ben, so I'd include her. Bence should be joining up with Ben, Jake, and Bella on my next post, bringing the party. :) I see some folks in the IC thread, so I'll hold off updating Jake just in case. He'll definitely respond to Isabella though. YEAH. GOOD. DO THAT. Quote from: Pachuca on 28-10-2016, 01:37:31YEAH. GOOD. DO THAT. Quiet, ya little shit! Don't make me throw the bourbon bottle at you. I hope my latest post was okay. I don't know if I made the visual of his fight clear enough with the description. IT WAS AWFUL. Can we get a character thread or something? :O I don't want to go back to that stuuuuuuuuuupid recruitment thread. #princess That's reasonable Quote from: Pachuca on 28-10-2016, 21:52:51IT WAS AWFUL. Can we get a character thread or something? :O I don't want to go back to that stuuuuuuuuuupid recruitment thread. #princessYeah, it's about time I get that thing up lol. I usually have that immediately up along with the IOC. I don't know what happened. :) All right everyone; here it is, simply named. Will link this under links on the first page of the IOC. I'll get a post out. I've been celebrating Halloween weekend. :-)Of course wait until I got to sleep and wake up lol because it's almost 3am here. Boohoo, man. I went out last night and saw a guy dressed up as the green ranger! He was grading up on Wonder Woman. It was sick.EDIT: Ha. Grading up on. What an idiot. OBVIOUSLY I MEAN GRINDING. I would have been like "guidebook, greeeeeeeen raaaaaaanger, go!" Btw, has everyone seem that fan folk they did for Power Rangers? That shit was sick. I can always try to find it, but I think they cleansed YouTube of it because of Satan I've seen something that sounds like what you might be referring to. There was, like, a betrayal of some sort in it? Taking the more adult style one they did recently? Yes to both! Quote from: Pachuca on 31-10-2016, 00:42:06 for the win...! Nothing but net! That's how Power Rangers should have been in the cinema lol. Yep, that's the one I remembered. I've heard talk that the studio making the new movie is planning on something like half a dozen sequels, even before they see how this one performs. Was going to post today but lol Halloween. I'll get at 'er late tomorrow if I don't conk out from my long day. WE'LL SEE! I'll see if I can have Isabella text Kara about the fountain since our range is still too big. What's the deal with our Mebibyte friends, do they all previously know each other, or are they relative strangers or what? Aaaaaaand do they have any sort of naming conventions so that we can come up with their real names? I imagine that might come up fairly soon. OOO! And can we do this pseudo-Bleach thing where we can see the manifestations of our Mebibytes? As if they were people, but nobody else can see them except the other rangers lol Just thought that would be cute... Quote from: Writers blockade on 02-11-2016, 04:03:49Ooo! And can we do this pseudo-Bleach thing where we can see the manifestations of our Mebibytes? As if they were people, but nobody else can see them except the other rangers lol Just thought that would be cute... You're cute.Also, sorry if the post is... off somehow. I've brought back my Tuesday drunk posting tradition tonight. The mebibytes know each other and I don't know about the Bleach thing. I think it would take away from the alien side of it and make it seem more "fantasy." I don't agree, I think it would be fine and work with either alien/sci-fi or fantasy. Maybe they just have to follow a general outline of how they look, but they don't have to just be carbon copies of the same thing. Like maybe, they all have to be quadrupedal, but we can make them resemble anything we like, mammals, lizards, whatever. I bet we could make it work if we tried. I'm with TBT, I think we have plenty going on already, the physical manifestations might be overkill. Quote from: Mathis on 02-11-2016, 06:07:37I don't agree, I think it would be fine and work with either alien/sci-fi or fantasy. Maybe they just have to follow a general outline of how they look, but they don't have to just be carbon copies of the same thing. Like maybe, they all have to be quadrupedal, but we can make them resemble anything we like, mammals, lizards, whatever. I bet we could make it work if we tried. And that's exactly why I don't like it. It's cool. They can just be voices in our heads lol. Mental Jimin Crickets. For training, they could just take over our bodies for the initial moment, then go from there But eventually there will be some kind of sync where our characters don't have to be puppeted all the time, right? They'll have learned to do those things instinctively? Then the Mebibytes can just give them advice, maybe even argue about the best approach even if they have promised not to use their overrides and control the hosts' bodies anymore. Actually, that sounds like something that's more of a character driven dialogue. Everyone's going to have to find their own way to coexist with another entity within them. The clashes and victories that result from that process is what helps drive the RP. I think what I was aiming at was an idea that humanity is still limited, regarding acceptance of alien life. That being able to communicate with a construct that appeared human, and interact, may seem the suitable option when not in combat mode, but I repeat. I'm not looking to make a big deal out of it lol. I need a nap, so I'll post later on today to help keep us rolling! Realized that our Gothic Logo Dancer has not officially arrived yet. Most of my post is ready, so I'll wait for her, in case I need to play off of what she does. I have to go out for a while, I'll try to get a post up when I get back in 4–5 hours. Waiting on Writers blockade this time. I know, I know. I was almost done, but life came calling. Furthermore, I'll be finished today :: kung fu chop:: I posted! Yaaaaaaay! Quote from: Writers blockade on 07-11-2016, 00:23:38I posted! Yaaaaaaay!*puts whip away* I'll get a post up some time tonight. There was a going away party, and I had my share of spirits lol. I am completely tired but tomorrow after work is the start of my 4-day weekend. I will get a post up then. Furthermore, I'm working on a post. There's a lot to recap and incorporate into the next GM post/Hence post. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! My weekend is pretty packed, you all. Not that we have a set posting order but, like, go nuts and don't wait for me. I'll catch up wit you all on Monday or Sunday or some shit. Hollaaaaaaaa. Go nuts, kiddo! It's Sunday. No one posted anything new. WTF, guys. I'm all drunk and shit waiting for some people to be productive and I get NOTHING. I'm so mad. Furthermore, I'm probably not that mad, actually. Just do whatever.r. Wow. I'm a mess. I willingly let that r go after the period. Furthermore, I know it was a mistake. Okay. I'm going OT post this thing and then go to bed or something. Totally fine. Quote from: Pachuca on 13-11-2016, 06:27:51It's Sunday. No one posted anything new. WTF, guys. I'm all drunk and shit waiting for some people to be productive and I get NOTHING. I'm so mad. Furthermore, I'm probably not that mad, actually. Just do whatever.r. Wow. I'm a mess. I willingly let that r go after the period. Furthermore, I know it was a mistake. Okay. I'm going OT post this thing and then go to bed or something. Totally fine. Lol God I love you. Quote from: Writers blockade on 13-11-2016, 06:38:00Lol God I love you. Ugh, gross. I....am tired.... Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 13-11-2016, 10:00:16I....am tired....*lays her down, gives her a pillow and tucks her in* Considering I'm no longer wasted (and won't be Tuesday drunk), is anyone working on a post? I'd rather not rustle anyone's jimmies, ya know? I was looking to do so, bit will wait to make sure I'm not stepping on your toes Quote from: Writers blockade on 16-11-2016, 01:05:26I was looking to do so, bit will wait to make sure I'm not stepping on your toes'll go after her and then you can go. :P Sure, I can do that. #Teamwork Oh, what? Now I HAVE to post? You're conniving bastards. Quote from: Pachuca on 16-11-2016, 01:19:53Oh, what? Now I HAVE to post? You're conniving bastards. You opened your big mouth, now is time to put up or shut up Quote from: Writers blockade on 16-11-2016, 01:21:01You opened your big mouth, now is time to put up or shut upbeat a diiiiiiiiiiiiiick, WB! I was aiming for last so she can use her telekinesis to knock trashcans and garbage in their path to slow them down. Quote from: Pachuca on 16-11-2016, 01:24:24Eat a diiiiiiiiiiiiiick, WB! You love it. I'll wait for El Pumpkin. One, I'm tired. Two, I'm lazy. Three, I wanted to say El Pumpkin. Can someone get injured, so Ben can use his healing powers? There's going to be more than enough hurting to go around soon. Don't rush it lol, So how is everyone? I'm good...waiting on certain people who appear to be all talk lol. Wait. What? ... Me? Or...? You already posted Mathis, we can't be waiting on you. I thought he meant because I didn't morph yet... :-[Oh. So, turns out I suck. I'll get 'er goin'.EDIT: Sorry for being sucky! Happy Thanksgiving 'Murcia. I'll be celebrating it a day ahead. I'm thankful for this hyuuuuge turkey. It's the best turkey. All my friends say so. Quote from: Pachuca on 23-11-2016, 13:43:39I'm thankful for this hyuuuuge turkey. It's the best turkey. All my friends say so. Is that what you're calling it? Your Turkey? For shame. Quote from: Writers blockade on 23-11-2016, 20:03:09Is that what you're calling it? Your Turkey? For shame. That what I always call it when I'm hittin' it.(Post incoming tonight or tomorrow btw.) I'm always so objectified in this thread. :'(Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I'm going to my third Thanksgiving tomorrow night (GMT+9 = Friday). Three Thanksgiving events? Jellyyyyyyy Hey, you got to know people. 8-) One was with my job, then with my friend's job whose people I've formerly worked with, and then this last one is at a bar and the lady there, Mama, is cooking. ’D I think I ate and drank enough for three Thanksgivings in one day...ugh... Anyone else want to post? I'm working on mine, sorry it's been dragging, my cold had a resurgence. :(Not too busy this morning, so should be able to get it done some time in the next couple of hours. Quote from: Lithium on 27-11-2016, 16:00:18I'm working on mine, sorry it's been dragging, my cold had a resurgence. :(Not too busy this morning, so should be able to get it done some time in the next couple of hours. Quote from: Lithium on 27-11-2016, 16:00:18I'm working on mine, sorry it's been dragging, my cold had a resurgence. :(Not too busy this morning, so should be able to get it done some time in the next couple of hours. I haven't been sick in a long time, but I got a minor cold yesterday afternoon, and it's more or less in remission at this point. Hopefully by tomorrow I won't be grossing people out at work. I think Writers blockade and Pumpkin are left to post. Pumpkin wanted last soon WB is just being a butt. _; so sorry I foresee my post whip becoming a regular thing in the future. All we got left is Pumpkin's post, and then it's morphin' time! Oh, no! NOT THE POST WHIP! :(It shouldn't be so bad for me in the future lol. I just had a lot going on all at once...which is apparently how things like to happen All right; so, since I know Pumpkin is busy, I am going to move the game along and everyone can assume her character is following along. That way when IRL gives her a moment, she can jump right back in here with no issue. :-) Aye, Captain! Aaaand I hope Pumpkin is a good busy. -* I'll be working on a GM post for this soon. Work has a hold on me! Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 13-12-2016, 14:52:14I'll be working on a GM post for this soon. Work has a hold on me! Threaten it with a cry of sexual harassment, that usually makes things let go. LOL. O_o... I'm going to try and get a post out this weekend if not sooner. You'd think shit would calm down with Christmas approaching. Nope! People want to go and cause problems everywhere. Nah, it's an inverse relationship between the holidays' proximity and how calm things get. It really is. People get frantic around the holidays. We really put too much pressure on ourselves TBH This week has been bad for me and still kind of is. It makes me want to spend Christmas away from everyone and just resting. I had to go into work this weekend and it was a three day. -_- I just really need a break from the people I work with. Sometimes it helps to imagine going on a rampage to the song Mummy Bop. Try it. It'll make you chuckle. LOL, rampage. Totally conjuring Archer in my mind whenever I hear that word. My prayers were answered. I found out we're on half-days until January 13th. Freedom! I'll get a post up for this game right after I get my pump on at the gym! ’D Is everyone still present and accounted for? I think they are except for Pumpkin, but Pumpkin always disappears for a time and returns. It's usually due to her job. Boom! Got us moving again. It's morphin' time folks and someone will have to knock some sense into poor old Baby Gap. :) Still here. Me toooooooo~ I'm out of the country on Friday and will probably not post until after the new year. If it comes to my turn to move Kara around, and I'm not here, feel free to blow past her. Still here, and trying to keep afloat during the holidays lol Just post when you guys are free to again. I know the holidays are slowing the game down, and I'm not going to start looking for people until mid-January. I'm going to post in the new yeaaaaaaaar. Quote from: Pachuca on 31-12-2016, 22:02:12I'ma post in the new yeaaaaaaaar. I'm a day in the future and 2017 has already arrived. Therefore, you need to post now! Lol joking. Happy New Years. Nothing so far horrible has happened in the future. :) Is it, by any chance, supposed to be my turn to post and everyone is waiting on me? -[Quote from: Mathis on 01-01-2017, 15:10:47Is it, by any chance, supposed to be my turn to post and everyone is waiting on me? -[No; they said they were going to wait to post a little bit after the New Year. Anyone can post really. Is there a specific way we should go about morphing? I kind of want to wait and see how someone else does it before I try. Quote from: Mathis on 01-01-2017, 20:46:01Is there a specific way we should go about morphing? I kind of want to wait and see how someone else does it before I try. No. If you want to wait, then wait. Nee ext~ Next to transform and post. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 06-01-2017, 15:23:20Neeext~ Next to transform and post. Meeeee! Unless someone posts before me, but I'll have mine up tomorrow. *continues to prod people to post* I'm all caught up (with an error ridden post)! You can't prod me! One more time. This is our transformation post? Should be fun. I'll try to post tonight Posted! And if I posted, none of y'all got an excuse! Lmao. Sorry for the slight formatting errors. I might fix then when I'm not so tired lol I have an excuse. Fallout 4. LOL. Quote from: Mathis on 14-01-2017, 16:24:22I have an excuse. Fallout 4. LOL. I pulled myself from Overwatch! No excuses! Never tried that one. Not usually into FPS games but Fallout 4 just has the right mix of free exploration and being able to pick up stuff which is great for my OCD tendencies. Kind of regretting that the only reason so far that I got the Xbox 1 over PS4 is the collection of titles by Rare. Been staying up too late the last couple of days, needless to say. Let me try to get to bed at a reasonable hour, and I'll post when I am awake and refreshed. Nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrds. Quote from: Pachuca on 15-01-2017, 09:06:29Nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrds.*throws a pillow at the back of Pachuca's head*Takes one to know one. I'm sorry for being the literal slowest and worst, I've been feeling so out of it lately, and I don't even know why, can't really manage to write anything no matter how much I sit here staring at my screen. V.going to try my absolute hardest to have a post up this afternoon. I think (hope) I just need to get over this mental block or whatever I'm having, and I'll be okay after that. I understand your pain, lithium. Just take it easy! Just saw the latest trailer for the PR movie. Inspiring. Going to make a special effort to drag myself away from the Xbox long enough to get post in tomorrow. Promise! Quote from: Mathis on 23-01-2017, 05:10:56Just saw the latest trailer for the PR movie. Inspiring. Going to make a special effort to drag myself away from the Xbox long enough to get post in tomorrow. Promise! In the end, the most active member was the weakest link! Was I the most active before? I'll get a boss post going soon. I got a 4 day this week. ’D Lol If both Kara and Vivid were straddling Hence in such awkward positions that would be hilarious. There's even potential elements of girl-on-girl innuendo. *sheds tears of spiciness at the fantasy* O:) Ambiguity is ambiguity. Where are we at people? I did my joooooooooooooooooob~ I'm looking forward to what's next. I may be able to post today! _; Can't seem to carve time it if my day to get fun shit done. Very frustrating. Quote from: Writers blockade on 12-02-2017, 16:24:36;_; Can't seem to carve time it if my day to get fun shit done. Very frustrating. Yep, and then people wonder why I turn out to be nocturnal at times. Sometimes staying up all night is the only time I can get personal time. I just don't have a life. Jksortaomg so sad I change work locations in October. I'm guessing I'll be back in the US soon. That's not soon at all. Gee. I have a question for anyone who might have followed Power Rangers longer than I did (I stopped about the time they went into the Zero version, and never saw the Turbo movie; this would be slightly before I got to junior high if that's any indication of what generation I'm from). I caught bits and pieces of it throughout the years and some of it looks so different that I would not be surprised if they went full-reboot several times rather than just continuing on and gradually phasing out some of the familiar team members like they did during the first couple of seasons. Furthermore, I don't even know how many different versions of it there are in total. Did any of it get less cheesy or did the special effects and acting at least go up a few notches as it went on? Quote from: Mathis on 14-02-2017, 03:42:39I have a question for anyone who might have followed Power Rangers longer than I did (I stopped about the time they went into the Zero version, and never saw the Turbo movie; this would be slightly before I got to junior high if that's any indication of what generation I'm from). I caught bits and pieces of it throughout the years and some of it looks so different that I would not be surprised if they went full-reboot several times rather than just continuing on and gradually phasing out some of the familiar team members like they did during the first couple of seasons. I don't even know how many different versions of it there are in total. Did any of it get less cheesy or did the special effects and acting at least go up a few notches as it went on? I don't know. I would just look at YouTube. Furthermore, I think the last version was Dino Force. My only Rangers experience is season 1 and 2, and the movie. Years upon years ago. I'm 80. Quote from: Pachuca on 14-02-2017, 15:36:28My only Rangers experience is season 1 and 2, and the movie. Years upon years ago. I'm 80. Yeah, that sounds about my limit of how far I got into it too. I'm only 31, though. Well, 32 in about 3 months. HA! Baited you. Now I know how old you are, old man. I think I had actually indicated my age when I first joined up, so you could just look up my very first welcome thread and extrapolate based on how long I've been on here. I wonder if the new movie is going to even be campy-level good, not a 'so bad it's good' thing...or if it will exceed all sane expectations and actually be decent. Furthermore, I bet some of you guys are hoping for this game to die off, huh? Who's next to post? Wouldn't mind a reboot as opposed to dying off. I would have probably considered a revamp if you guys weren't 100% active in other games. :) I'm still here, aren't I? And I'm not active in any other (group) games at the moment. I've been slacking on my group games in general, and I thought WB was up, so I wasn't really thinking about it. Should I still post (I can get something written over this weekend) or are we calling it? I would like to know this too. In this game, if you are capable of posting, then post. Do not wait on others because we might frankly skip them if they're taking their sweet time. I'm still a darling though, right? ✌ Okay! Alright! Got a freaking post in, and I'm glad for it. *looks at Mathis* And you were saying?... You're next. 8-) I was waiting, I admit, and now it's time. I just woke up so I might need til after work tonight to be able to devote the amount of coherent time to it that it deserves. I'm slack-a-lacking. Furthermore, I'll get a post out. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 14-03-2017, 16:25:12I'm slack-a-lacking. I'll get a post out. Yeah. Stop being a butt. Happy St. Patrick's Day all. I'll get us going tomorrow. I kind of already had my St. Paddy's day here in the future, so...yeah I'm going to sleep lol. Hope we can proceed, I at least want us to finish the first boss fight! Everyone take notice of the new player goal and follow through with it. There won't be any words or none of that this fight. Like the traditional PR show, they didn't word up immediately. Not on the first battle. We'll finish this boss fight and return the students to school. How they adapt to their new lives and team well...we'll see won't we? It's to be played out. They could all meet a "hang out" later and talk about it or something. Get to know each other. Hopefully not at the nightclub Vivid works at (though we definitely can) lol. I just see Hence throwing money at her lol. Actually, he probably won't anymore now that she knows who he is. Maybe if she gets him drunk enough. :) Ben's definitely going to want to get hammered after this just to force himself to accept this craziness. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 18-03-2017, 17:15:35They could all meet a "hang out" later and talk about it or something. Get to know each other. Hopefully not at the nightclub Vivid works at (though we definitely can) lol. I just see Hence throwing money at her lol. Actually, he probably won't anymore now that she knows who he is. Maybe if she gets him drunk enough. :)Damn lol, can't a girl even take a night off after the day they've had? :P Quote from: Lithium on 29-03-2017, 00:22:51Damn lol, can't a girl even take a night off after the day they've had? Yes. Who says she has to work that night? Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 29-03-2017, 01:31:40Yes. Who says she has to work that night? I see what you did! Quote from: Lithium on 29-03-2017, 01:33:57I see what you did! Lol I know for a fact Hence is getting drunk after all that drama. She may be working without even realizing she is lol. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 29-03-2017, 02:16:08Lol I know for a fact Hence is getting drunk after all that drama. She may be working without even realizing she is lol. Drunk is good, let's do that! (◑‿◐) I can't wait for the first fight to be over. I want the Rangers to interact more between themselves instead of primarily with their Mebibytes. Nothing wrong with Mebibytes, Benjamin. But they can't bang their Mebibytes...or can they? They are always with them. I imagine the conversation about their futures would involve them as well. Disturbing D: I guess I'll need to find us a ranger to replace Pumpkin's character. I was really hoping Pumpkin would have returned to us after her moments away. But I guess she lost muse for the game. I don't know. :-(If things don't work out, Lamenting Quill is starting up a Ranger-style group game in case anyone's interested in a game of a similar vein. Buyout it's always been five, yeah? It's just more boys for Vivid and Kara to play with. Quote from: Pachuca on 04-04-2017, 16:40:31Buuuuut it's always been five, yeah? It's just more boys for Vivid and Kara to play with. You right. You right. 8-) You don't like the Tommy's, huh? ’D She can come by later. ✌ Quote from: Pachuca on 05-04-2017, 01:10:52She can come by later. ✌ Lol I'll see about getting us a Tommy or poking Pumpkin to see if she wants to come back. On another note, if you guys like my style of Going, then I just opened another sci-fi game. Coach, which can be found here (It's another small group game because those are easiest to handle and last the longest. I enjoy writing with you guys, so that's why I'm sharing it with you all. DI like the way you guys write your characters and bring their personality to the table. There are too many plain-Jane, boring-Bonus cookie cutters out there. Hamm..... Writersblockade again. I will probably put up recruitment to replace two rangers so we can be a little more active. My writing will be delayed though because I am away on training until next Saturday. Freedom is almost here! I know it's been pretty shitty on my part. Not for lack of trying, but if I need to back out, I will. My schedule just hasn't been the best for writing as of late. Suitor what's new up in here? Btw TBT, forgot to say, but I'm massively overbooked on games already, otherwise I would have happily jumped into that other one with you! 3 Quote from: Lithium on 21-04-2017, 18:43:11Sooooo what's new up in here? Btw TBT, forgot to say, but I'm massively overbooked on games already, otherwise I would have happily jumped into that other one with you! 3That's fine. It still has two slots open since I haven't received a completed CS from the two pending players, but I'm back from training, and I'm just going to be trying to move us along. Next week, I'll also be literally be moving to another building so expect some delays. -_- DELAYS!? Quote from: Pachuca on 22-04-2017, 04:43:41DELAYS!? Nothing as serious as when I was gone for two weeks. I'm just going to be transferring my shit to a new place lol. NEW PLACE!? Quote from: Pachuca on 22-04-2017, 12:01:14NEW PLACE!? Yes. It's going to be hard to beat my current one. It's going to be shit. I think I have to share a space with someone. -_- SPACE WITH SOMEONE!? It was me this time. But yes, I'm moved into my new place, back from my long training break, and I just got internet in my new place yesterday. If Writers blockade is still around, which it seems like he is, then he's good. Worst case scenario, if it was just Hence, Vivienne, and Kara, then I don't think my character would mind the potential harem. *raises Doctor Evil pinky and arches brow*But yes, if anyone would like to resume and perhaps have them all decide to meet at a bar or club somewhere, then we can. I just know Hence is going to be hammered out of his mind. Just so he can laugh at the impossibility of it all. I'm still here! Will probably post later on in the weekend. No hurry. I've already accepted that we're a leisure-paced group lol. It's nice to know that people don't disperse just because a game isn't going superfast. Still here. Hence gotta share. Hey. I understand if you want to replace me. No hard feelings at all. But if you would have me back I'd be happy to play catch up pin my part. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 02-05-2017, 21:21:49Hey. I understand if you want to replace me. No hard feelings at all. But if you would have me back I'd be happy to play catch up pin my part. Sure we'll take you back. Just don't run away again! We're a dedicated group. Even if you go on long vacations we all still seem to stick around. ;-) :: bounces:: Sorry! I'll just write that she was jumping around off-stage against some smaller stuff during the big fight. Trash clearing if that is alright with everyone. Sure. If my surgery doesn't hamper my ability to type too badly, I'll stick around, but from what I'm hearing I'm going to be the one-armed bandit for six weeks. I'll stop being a butt and post tomorrow! Well, my shoulder surgery went excellently, and my painkillers are working without me feeling dizzy or nauseous at all, so I'm basically 100% functional mentally, though my right arm is not in a position where I can type with both hands like normal, so I won't be replying too frequently, so I won't be able to put my all into continuing. Sorry. Yay surgery, boo not-typing. Speaking of not typing, I will definitely be typing tonight. D: Quote from: Pachuca on 16-05-2017, 06:25:55D:? Translation: she's thirsty for posts. I think I'm going to time skip us over to the bar/club so the new/returning players can join/reintegrate. Do itttttttt! Quote from: Lithium on 16-05-2017, 07:38:07Translation: she's thirsty for posts. Yeaaaaaaah. Can we hurry it up? All this planning and playing around... :P(Quote from: Pachuca on 17-05-2017, 06:08:02Yeaaaaaaah. Can we hurry it up? All this planning and playing around... :P(I work for a living damn it! You know? Work? Job? I do toooooooooo. I'm just playing! Work hard.... There, I got the transition post up. Now I'm going to bed since I live on the other side of the planet. Boohoo! Now unjust have to figure out how Kara gets back to the world of awake people. Maybe Vivid nurses her to life! Order with true love's kiss. Whichever. Bucket of ice water That's cold. Must be some Torso in the atmosphere. Cheer that pinky. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 17-05-2017, 12:42:31lmao I work for a living damn it! You know? Work? Job? Wait, so you're telling us this isn'your job? Wtf, get your priorities straight! Workin' on big tings, dawgs. If anyone wants to crush a post ahead of me, go for it! Yeah, Kara and Vivid are doing their own thing for a post before getting to the bar, so don't wait up for us~ GET EXCITED. You guys can take your time....AS LONG AS YOU'RE ACTIVE! So what do we have now? Black, Pink, Red, Green, and Purple? ARE THE WHITE AND GREY GOING TO MAKE IMPRESSIVE AND FANTASTIC RETURNS LIKE PINK AND BLACK DID? I mean, I doubt it, but they can try~ I don't know. If they do, they do. If they don't, we still have a good cast of writers. :-) Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 26-05-2017, 06:07:00I don't know. If they do, they do. If they don't, we still have a good cast of writers. :-)Fantastic. Tremendous. I promise you. Eh, we still have enough rangers to make a Vol tron. I didn't try to skim too much in catching up, but did I miss the part where they can hear each other's mebibytes? Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 26-05-2017, 06:57:30Eh, we still have enough rangers to make a Vol tron. I didn't try to skim too much in catching up, but did I miss the part where they can hear each other's mebibytes? Well, spoiler alert, they can hear each other's thoughts and mebibytes! Presumably they'll be able to choose what they project outwardly with a bit of practice. :) Wonderful. I'll try to keep it clean... or maybe not. >:) All that girl-on-girl teasing *sighs*And Vivid's interrupted "personal time." Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 26-05-2017, 15:53:268All that girl-on-girl teasing *sighs*And Vivid's interrupted "personal time." You're welcome. Quote from: Pachuca on 26-05-2017, 18:21:12You're welcome. Look at you, so sassy! Sorry for bad timing.they have completely fucked up my schedule with putting me on day shift. That sounds wack. I was mid-reply, but didn't find it difficult to adjust, so for me, you're good. I'll get an angry Hence post up soon. Furthermore, I was just enjoying my last day of break from work before the wheel starts turning again. Fair warning! I'm on vacation from the first and won't be around for two weeks. I can likely read along but won't be posting. Furthermore, I trust that you guys can drag Kara along and if her input is desperately needed, Lithium can take care of her! Funny. I'll be in Japan for two weeks starting June 5th to the 18th but unlike YOU! I have Google Docs on my phone so if ever I am traveling as a passenger or when I am in for the night in my hotel, I'll get a post up. O:) I ALSO DON'T CARE ENOUGH ABOUT ALL OF YOU TO POST. That and I'll be with five of my friends. I don't want to be writing potential Rangers smut on my phone and be blushing for hours. I say the rest of us write an orgy scene in the bar while she's gone to make her regret her decision. Who's in? You used to be my favorite. EDIT! Hence is so dramatic and moody! Is Kara allowed to stop him from getting too far? 😄 Quote from: Pachuca on 30-05-2017, 04:24:02You used to be my favorite. EDIT! Hence is so dramatic and moody! Is Kara allowed to stop him from getting too far? 😄Yeah lol. Juuuuuust checking. I'm also awake a thousand hours before my alarm, so I may be delirious. Whatever. Hey new boy, you should def throw up your CS in the CS thread (And link to it in your header if you want to be fancy. ^^ My fault. It was a busy day for me with family yesterday. I didn't get a chance to get on much. It's there now if you want to peak. My fault for the delay, peeps. This was the first day in the past week I've really had to myself. Family, friends, and the whole nine yards have been keeping me preoccupied. HRM... I had Wi-Fi in my hotel, but I spent all week shopping/souvenir hunting. Now I am on an adventure to the boonies lol. If I get some downtime with Wi-Fi I'll get a response for Hence out. No big deal! I'm still playing around on the west coast of good of Trump land, so another week. 🤣 Busy, busy the summer seems to have us. Sweet post, With. I'm not sure if it was brought up, but can they use the powers outside the suit? It could make for some fun in answering Vivienne's question after Pumpkin gets in Isabella's reaction. Kara and Vivid had a bit of an incident outside their suits with their respective powers and Hence is a giant, powerful man, so I think we're safe to say you're good to go. Appreciated. The possibilities are percolating. I'm adding a second section to that post. Give me a few minutes. :-) All right; the whole post is there now. I had Hence go through a bit of character development and bonding with his Mebibyte. Anyone is free to interact with him if they want, but they'll be talking to Little Brother and not Hence lol. That was a doozy. I've still got a few days buyout I'll be back and free to post soon! I return Sunday. Furthermore, I was taking a break from travelling, so I decided to get as many posts as I could out. Sweet baby Jesus on a unicorn. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 13-06-2017, 13:38:28sweet baby Jesus on a unicorn.Wow, lol. (Should have a part up tomorrow night. Is Santiago still alive? >.> Well, he's active lol. I just don't know about responsive. I've been on it. Furthermore, I notch y'all. Whooooooooooo!#drunk Totally. O8) Sorry all, I know it's my turn. I'm on a 4-day weekend, so I'll be getting us rolling in here again. I'm not planning to have the rangers run into any Wordsworth drama. Furthermore, I think they've had enough for the night, so everyone can just chill lol. But yeah, I was just doing my posting rounds, and I'll be posting here soon. :-) It's cool, B. I'm sure we're all up for being patient. Also, just a fun, quick, deleted PR scene I caught on YouTube. I'm one of the few I know that actually enjoyed the movie. I loved the movie. They captured what it was like to be a ranger again. It was also nice to see a feel good movie in theaters for once. Ahhhhhhhh. I'll post tomorrow, me thinks. I'm still recovering from my weekend. :EDIT: Juuuuuuuuuust in case you noticed (I know at least one of you did), I had to redo the pictures in my CS for Kara because photobucket is literally the worst. I'm far too lazy to go through the IC thread and change the pictures there, though, so eat it. Quote from: Pachuca on 05-07-2017, 02:55:41Ahhhhhhhh. I'll post tomorrow, me thinks. I'm still recovering from my weekend. :EDIT: Juuuuuuuuuust in case you noticed (I know at least one of you did), I had to redo the pictures in my CS for Kara because photobucket is literally the worst. I'm far too lazy to go through the IC thread and change the pictures there, though, so eat it. Yeah. I switched to Imgur, linking them through the Illiquid pic gallery, or direct linking. I will get Hence moving next post. I mean, I could make two attractive females carry him, but I think he's been weighing the team down long enough. Just a heads-up, I moved into a new place on Tues, and should have internet back by tomorrow if I can't get my post out on my phone today. We understand sir. Life, my main mistress. Sorry about the delay. Where we at folks? I don't care about posting order. Whoever is ready to post can do so. I hope Bella's car is worth its salt. Hopefully it's not a two-seater. The equivalent of a Cadillac Escalade for the time. How do you all feel about them all living together in an apartment? "So long as Hence doesn't burn the place down trying to cook and takes his medication." Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 23-07-2017, 12:35:43"So long as Hence doesn't burn the place down trying to cook and takes his medication."lol Push, you guys will be getting fine dining! 8-) Medication-Sh medication. Salary. I've been pseudo away! Will post soonish. Quote from: Pachuca on 24-07-2017, 13:56:35Saaaahry. I've been pseudo away! Will post soonish. You and all the other slackers! >:(Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 24-07-2017, 14:37:46You and all the other slackers! Sgt;:(I have been called this before. It is not wrong. :P Sorry that I've been a bit of a butt! I've had a crazy up and down week. I'll be sure to get something up soon. :) I think we all fell into that category, but it's not too late to turn it around! ’D Okay! Tomorrow for sure! I've just been busy with getting older and haven't really been in a super writing mood. I suck, I know. Furthermore, I'll have a post up at some point today, sorry for being slow. Was waiting for Reich at first, and the past few days just been struggling with IRL and lack of sleep. D: I was staring at this, but then I chose not to post anything in the IOC because I have faith in you all to deliver a post. :) RL always should come first. From what I can gather, this is a patient bunch. It'll be cool whenever y'all get yours up. #today #imsorry #promiseHuh. Hopefully that was okay. That one felt a little weird for some reason. Yay for not writing anything useful for a month or two. It's fine. Now we just need everyone else to post. Louis, they will! I know With was waiting on me for a bit, then we decided that I was in an awful writing mood and that she should go ahead, then she got into an equally awful writing mood that I did and now we're here. OI do genuinely like this game! I've just had a blew time with writing lately. So I'm thinking a short time skip over to the restaurant or fast food place or wherever we're going might be a decent idea? THOUGHTS?! ^^ Quote from: Lithium on 17-08-2017, 03:23:35So I'm thinking a short time skip over to the restaurant or fast food place or wherever we're going might be a decent idea? THOUGHTS?! ^^ Your ideas are dumb. Stop it. I, personally, think it might be a good idea to do a short time skip over to the restaurant or fast food place or wherever we're going. What does everyone else think? Yeah. I don't know where Pumpkin is, but we can do that. Everyone cool with a burger joint? (if there's a pickle race. Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 17-08-2017, 04:41:22Yeah. I don't know where Pumpkin is, but we can do that. Everyone cool with a burger joint? Yeah! Burgers sound delicious. Sorry. Newborn is taking all my energy. Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 17-08-2017, 22:29:55Sorry. Newborn is taking all my energy. Aw...congratulations? Yours or the nursery in the hospital? Are you okay with us time skipping or did you want to post? She's mine... I think. Feel free to skip me. Hence:....(Kara's phone* Kara:My nudes!(Hm...if I remember right, I think Hence already has Kara's number. I think they exchanged numbers at the fountain right? At the beginning of the RP? Probe. I think she missed all the other boys at the tome and Santiago is definitely not in there. IT WAS ALSO A LONG TIME AGO AND KARA HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT. MY GOODNESS! 🤣 I'm surprised enough that there even still are cellphones in such future. I would've guessed a futuristic earpiece or something. Pooh yeah. I thought that back then. I think I alluded it to bring some kind of tablet-y thing where Kara pulled details off the student directory... but, again, that was a looooooong time ago, and I've since gotten stupider. Being a little harsh on yourself, don't you think? It's better than one of these (Quote from: Pachuca on 23-08-2017, 23:59:00I've since gotten stupider. Impossible Illiquid is hitting a very dry period on RP's lol. Next... Soon I will grace you. Happy Labor Day, peeps. I hope you're all enjoying yourselves. I hope none of you were affected by the hurricanes. Also...let's get some posts going still. O_o Ditto. I'm in boring ol' Ontario, Canada. All we get is tornado warnings. 😇 So you'd say Ontario's windy? Yoooooooo, what are we doing, friends? Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 12-09-2017, 03:37:40So you'd say Ontario's windy?[Practically one month later]Yeah. Well, not really. It's just stupid hot right meow. ALSO! What's going on in this than!? Quote from: Lithium on 26-09-2017, 04:00:52Yoooooooo, what are we doing, friends? Oh. I was waiting for Pumpkin, but I guess she's busy. I can move us along. Furthermore, I'll have something tonight I'm hoping. Quote from: Pachuca on 26-09-2017, 04:01:28[Practically one month later]Yeah. Well, not really. It's just stupid hot right meow. ALSO! What's going on in this than!? Nueva York has been experiencing the same. I think we're finally chillin'.@Lithium: We're chillin'. The gang's fully back together again. Where we at folks? I'm doing it! I'm doing it! Sorry for the shorty after all this delay! I just think it'd be nice for all of us to like... not ponder over where they're going forever. :) Word, word. I intend to have mine up as well soon. I've finally been able to get some off days. Furthermore, I'm going to keep poking this game until everyone gets their posts in. ^-^ Oh yes Papi just keep poking me right...wait.NO! I think we can wrap this scene up and move it to Kara's place for a sleepover, unless anyone was planning to suggest something else? SLEEPOVER~! You guys can move it along if you want. Like warp over to Kara's. I don't know what her place looks like so you guys are free to post some introductory designs. :-) Been working for a week straight. If somebody wants to beat my post with a warp post, feel free. I can adjust afterward. Lit his just gone move us along! I'm going to post again as Hence since it'll be a short one any way. Just like you. BOOM! I mean, yay! Hence is so damn broody! Edit's only Kara's apartment, by the way! We're just going to pretend the average dorm room has gotten way bigger hundreds of years in the future, because it's convenient. >.> Quote from: Lithium on 23-10-2017, 01:36:10Bence is so damn broody! Edit's only Kara's apartment, by the way! We're just going to pretend the average dorm room has gotten way bigger hundreds of years in the future, because it's convenient. Sgt;.Sgt;lol Okay. Yeah, I try to be realistic with my characters. I can't have them shrug something off that if they were an actual living person, they wouldn't be able to shrug off. Lol I'm going to post again because Hence is not happy. ’D He feels so...salty lol. (LMAO I'm legit watching clips of the Chappelle Show right now. *continues to poke this game*I'll be going back to work next Tuesday. It was a nice long vacation. Niiiiice! Muuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I give each player 30 days to post something. 30 days of inactivity, and then I go looking for a replacement. It really shouldn't take a person once a month to post. Shit, I wasn't aware that was a thing. I can probably post, I've just been working a lot. Can I get another day or two? Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 31-10-2017, 18:23:42Shit, I wasn't aware that was a thing. I can probably post, I've just been working a lot. Can I get another day or two? I have to make it a thing otherwise this game would never move. Why would I keep people who don't have the time to RP or who can rarely post? It holds up the entire game. As a GM, my role is to make sure this game keeps going. It's not to wait for inactive people to post one day. If I do that, then this game will die. You can have another day to post, but if you don't think you can keep up, then it may be better to just come to that acceptance. Right now, I only have 2 active players not including myself. I need to re-open recruitment even though I already know some people who would be interested in this game. Totally get your perspective. I made my post if it matters. My delay hasn't been for a lack of muse for this game as it's really the only one I'm currently enjoying. Getting back into the work flow, I just wanted to focus more there. Had I realized the severity of everything, I wouldn't have allowed such a delay. I can post more frequently from now on if you're cool with me staying. Quote from: TheRomanticPerv on 02-11-2017, 22:17:51Totally get your perspective. I made my post if it matters. My delay hasn't been for a lack of muse for this game as it's really the only one I'm currently enjoying. Getting back into the work flow, I just wanted to focus more there. Had I realized the severity of everything, I wouldn't have allowed such a delay. I can post more frequently from now on if you're cool with me staying. Sure, fine. It just makes it easier to get the last female. Peeks~ Hello everyone, just got approved, so I wanted to pop in and do the greeting bit he-he. Looking forward to seeing what we all come up with here. :) Neat. Well, I think it's my turn to post. I can figure out a way to write out those that have left us, no problem. I'm just wondering if those left behind want to finish what we've got or just get us to a point where the six of us are together! I'm fine either way. Furthermore, I just don't want to step on any toes. 🤗 Had Curvy, welcome, welcome! Quote from: Pachuca on 03-11-2017, 01:18:11Neat. Well, I think it's my turn to post. I can figure out a way to write out those that have left us, no problem. I'm just wondering if those left behind want to finish what we've got or just get us to a point where the six of us are together! I'm fine either way. Furthermore, I just don't want to step on any toes. 🤗It's my tuuuuurn! Unless Pumpkin makes a resurgence. Waves to everyone.-thanks! TBT has updated me, and I'd be happy to post once things are figured out, and I get the OK. As Pachuca said don't want to step on any toes :) Quote from: Lithium on 03-11-2017, 01:34:23Heya Curvy, welcome, welcome! It's my tuuuuurn! Unless Pumpkin makes a resurgence. Oh. Okay! Per. Pumpkin has a crazy schedule and muse, so I didn't include her character in the list. If she wants to post, she can whenever but for now, my priority is the active players. Actually no. People are either in this game or they aren't. I don't want people seeing this game as a revolving door they can just keep coming into when their games are dead and then leaving when they're off busy posting elsewhere. They're either dedicated and here or they're out. I have written Pumpkin out when I did the recruitment. Appreciated, as always, TBT.@Curvy: *waves*Greetings new ranger! Waves back~ Hello wanted to say if anyone wants to say Ashley healed them up. Not sure if anyone was really hurt, but either way feel free to do so. :)But POSTED! I went ahead and posted for Hence because I'm gone for the night and tomorrow I'll be moving country. You can read in my signature how long I'm going to be out. You guys are free to keep partying until I return lol. I have a feeling with how leisure this game moves that I won't miss much. When I get to my new location the first thing I do is get phone and schedule an internet installation, of course after I move into my new place. I will be GMT+1, Italian time. I will be on my phone from here on out. See you guys when I get settled in Europe. :-) Bon voyage! :) Burn appetite! I am good Italian speaker. I'm definitely going to be spending a few hours a day studying Italian lol. It's good to know. But yeah, I got internet up faster this time. I didn't have to call anyone in to install it. And as I had said, I wasn't going to miss anything. :) *pokes everyone after the Thanksgiving festivities* Time to get up! I'll prooooooooooooooooooooooobably be able to get a post out on Sunday. It's going to be my laundry day, too, so I definitely can't leave the house! :P Doing my walk-through...it's a certain Purple Rangers turn. And here I thought I was being polite in waiting for a Hence post. Give me a day or two again. I thought I had told everyone to skip me because Hence was no longer in play, but I had said to skip me until I reach my new station. But yeah, he's no longer in play, so everyone can skip me until you all decide to move to the next day. Do not feel like you have to so soon for my sake. I rather scenes go how they naturally would, so don't rush the night if you don't want to. My fault if I missed that. It's rather odd, but such pressure actually gets me going when writing. Feel free to give me a kick in the pants whenever things get to such a point. We may be getting anotherrangerplayer, but I'm currently waiting for his CS. If he passes my review, then I'll introduce him on the next day since we already introduced enough newbies for the current night. :-)More like a support role character, i.e. non-ranger. Merry Ranger Christmas! The merriest of Christmases~ 🎄 Merry for days. I'm going to go poke Curvy in case she hasn't been keeping track of the P.O. lol. I have been out of town for the holidays without my laptop. Furthermore, I'll be back tomorrow and will try and get a post up then. Sorry for the delay, holidays have been crazy. Hope everyone had a great one! After whatever shenanigans are finish going down, I plan to have Hence cook everyone some pancakes. I don't know if the hostesses have ingredients for pancakes, but I planned for him to like slip out early in the morning and buy a few groceries to compensate if need be. I mean, would Vivid and Kara have flour? Happy New Year folks! Si, absolutely happy new years. We're about to hit another stagnate period. You guys can either keep the night going or do a time skip if you no longer find it interesting. If it helps the RP, time skip, but I'm more for continuing the scene. Whatever the group prefers when it's all said and done. I'm hoping that isn't just us. I'm here just following the flow of the posts. Furthermore, I'm game for whatever everyone decides to do. Whatever you guys want to go with. I haven't heard anything from the girls after I PMed them. Lithium has been absent for 13 days and someone remind me if she ever said she was going on vacation or something because I don't remember. Pachuca is also absent going on day 4. I think I may just continue the scene, so everyone isn't stuck in a mysterious limbo. I'll give them at least a full 30 days to turn up. Hopefully the winter won't keep them preoccupied too long. Otherwise, I believe I'm up unless you plan on bring Hence out early to help liven things. I will get cracking on it asap, myself. It shouldn't be more than a few days. I feel like it may seem a little forced to bring Hence back out lol. Unless maybe, I can BS it logically and say he needed to use the bathroom, but I think he's buried in too much salt. He'd be better in the morning. Gotcha, Herman. I'm going to give the girls 30 days from when they were last active on E. ForRachubkait was January 12, 2018. ForLithiumit was January 04, 2018. This way it'll be fair if I eventually find a replacement for them. I'm only going to recruit two girls to replace our two girls. Hey guys, sorry for disappearing and holding the game back. I think a time skip would be in order at this point if we want to continue~And I don't know what's up with Reich besides that she was in a writing lull since the end of last year. :(Quote from: Lithium on 25-01-2018, 19:18:56Hey guys, sorry for disappearing and holding the game back. I think a time skip would be in order at this point if we want to continue~And I don't know what's up with Reich besides that she was in a writing lull since the end of last year. :(Yay~! I can do a transition to the morning to get us out of this rut. I'll continue to give Reich the full 30 days. There's no hurry even though we all liked her character. Hey, No posting order guys. Whoever is available to respond and post should do so. This will prevent these posting stalls we keep running into with "active" players. Sorry I totally spaced on posting my news here. My mom is not in great condition, she was in ICU all week, but they have moved her to a private room. At this point is it is simply a matter of keeping her comfy till she passes. They mentioned possible hospice today, but we are simply taking it one day at a time. I will get a post up as soon as I can get my brain around it. My head just hasn't been in the right space for it. Sorry for the wait, and the delay in letting you all know what is going on. We still alive here, I'd hate to think my muse issue killed things. I'm still game to post if others are though? Nah, this regularly happens. Whoever is free and able to post, I hope that he or she can put us back on a tempo again at least. Just giving an update because I know it's been a bit. My off day's tomorrow. If I can't finish tonight, I should have my post up by then. Ok. I may need to do an activity check and just get us some new rangers (again).

Power Rangers [OOC - Chatter]|rating:3.0

What You Wish For (Sepulchritude _ LostInTheMist)

"I said I'll be right down! You can start without me!" Katelyn clamped her eyes shut with a pained expression and balled her fists. Mom had been especially intolerable this afternoon, and it really wasnotthe day for it. She'd had two pop quizzes and a speech in front of a third class, plus that bitch Alicia Rawling had decided there wasn't enough humiliation in Katelyn's life, lately, and stole all of her clothes while she was in the showers after gym. The shirt and pants had shown up in the trash can outside the locker rooms, once the teacher loaned Katelyn a beat-up tracksuit so she could get through the day, but her panties had been hung up in the hall with...something smeared on them, and a sign saying she had made a mess of them staring at the other girls in the class. She didn't even bother to collect them, just tore the sign down and spent the rest of the day not making eye contact with anyone. And then her mom had insisted on making a trip to cheer up old people in the nursing home up on Ridge view, as soon as she and Wyatt had gotten home from school. She hadn't even had a chance to go up to her room and get another pair of panties. Sure, there was no way toreallytell there was nothing under her baggy slacks, but that didn't make it feel any less like the old men grinning at her ass knew. Just an utterly miserable day. And now she was being shouted at to come downstairs for dinner, not twenty minutes into the only time she'd had to herself since she woke up. At least the altar was still set up from last night. Thatspell clearly hadn't worked—it was supposed to make people like her, and after today... Katelyn didn't really believe this one would, either, but there was a little comfort in going through the motions. At least it let her pretend she thought things would get better someday. Hell, even if she did believe, having to interrupt the chanting to yell back at her mom would have ruined it anyway, right? She decided not to bother picking it back up and just jumped ahead to the next step with a deep sigh. So she jabbed her thumb with a safety pin too fast to chicken out and held it above the pink candle. And then the big drop of blood she squeezed out landed on he wicks and put it out, instead of burning up the way it was expected to. Just put the flame right out and mixed into the melted wax. Sonatas all worthless. Whatever. It was time for dinner anyway. She shut the closet door to hide the altar and trudged off toward the staircase. All fucking day... Allure was a succubus, a sex demon of the lower order in the hierarchy of hell. In service to her infernal masters she would wander the Earth, in the places where darkness and lust resided, helping men and women give into their sinful, carnal desires. Most of the time she could only influence these things through cravings and wants; no one could see her. But on occasion, she would be summoned, and she would be visible to the summoner, able to interact directly. Such chances were rare, as there were many succubi and incur who yearned to be called into service of a mortal, for this was a chance to directly sow chaos and depravity on the surface world, and thus earn advancement through the hierarchy. Lilith herself had begun as a succubus, and now she was a powerful demon queen. While few summoning resulted in those successes for which Lilith was legendary, there was always the possibility of attracting the attention and favor of the Lord of the Flies. So when Allure—it was not hertruename. That name she kept for herself, for knowledge of her true name would give the speaker absolute power over her—felt the tingling that meant someone was summoning a succubus, and that she had been chosen, she was excited, ecstatic, overjoyed to get this chance, her first in over a century. She left the orgy she had been encouraging, secure in the knowledge that it would continue to grow more and more depraved even without her direct intervention, and allowed herself to materialize in a form most mortals would find freezing in the middle of a suburban street, in the gathering twilight. Only the one who had summoned her would be able to see her at this time, and she probably expected Allure to appear right where she was being summoned, when in truth this was very rarely the case, especially in modern times. Most summoning spells were cast very clumsily, few were successful, and sometimes even those that were successful would summon the demon hundreds of miles from her target. But the demon was bound to her summoner, and she knew instantly which house the one who had summoned her was in. She strode to a downstairs window, able to sense her summoner, and looked inside to see a family of five eating dinner. As her eyes moved over each member of the family and alighted on the one who had summoned her, she smiled to herself. She was a rather plain girl, who could probably have made herself moderately attractive if she had devoted the time and effort to it, but instead she had devoted herself to trying to summon a demon. Much more effective in this case, though she wouldn’t understand the price she was paying for it. Allura could have barged in on her summoner, the only one who could see her at the dinner table, but she usually preferred to do these things in private, so she waited until the family had split up after dinner and gone to their rooms. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and vanished in a purple cloud of smoke just outside the room, and appeared in a matching purple cloud inside her summoners room just as she was sitting down on her bed. Allura possessed a body that was alluringly sexual, with proportions that weren’t quite human. She was very fit and muscular, but her overall shape was an exaggerated hourglass. She had huge breasts, as large as the largest Katelyn might have ever dreamed of possessing, a tiny waist that swelled out into child-bearing hips and a generous ass. Furthermore, she wore minimal clothing, shorts that looked painted on and left most of her ass exposed, the cleft of her pussy easily visible through the front, and a shirt that strained to cover her breasts, tied well above her abdomen, showing off her toned midriff. Her skin had a light purplish color to it, and black horns a few inches long protruded forward from her forehead, poking through her long, blonde hair. Her eyes were slit-like black pupils against neon pink sclera. A long tongue snaked out of her mouth briefly as she smiled, her perfectly manicured black nails on long, agile fingers glittering in the light. A long spade-tipped tail wrapped itself around one lissome leg.“Hello, Katelyn,” she said, her voice soft and melodic. “I believe you summoned me,” she said. “You can call me Allure. I’m here to make your every wish come true,” she said. Katelyn nearly jumped right back off the bed again, and may have if one hand weren't staying down to shove the book it was holding under her pillow. She didn't even process the sudden appearance at first, though it was the easiest thing ever to see when she did: she froze stiff. The inward tension of her elbows, shoulders, hips and knees all suggested a rabbit unsure whether the fox had actually seen it, and her eyes were wide enough they almost seemed to bulge. Katelyn's stare passed in sudden jumps over Allure's form—eyes, horns, those human clothes, waitholyshit horns, and so on. It was a few beats before she noticed the tail. And then she screamed. And Katelynkeptscreaming even as she scrambled off the floor and stood on her bed. Her first pause for breath coincided with losing her footing and tripping backward, ultimately to fall hard against the wall, sitting on the mattress again, not four feet from where she had started. Footsteps started downstairs. The girl was back to freezing in place, now that she could retreat no more, and sat there huddled as tightly against the fading roses of the old wallpaper as she could get." I— I rebuke you, Satan," she tried, staring now at Allure's face as a whole. "In tithe name of the father and the son and... and my wills is as strong as yours, my kingdom as great... Fear is the little death that brings total oblivion. I will— I will face myohgodpleasedon'turtle""Katelyn!? What's going on? Are you okay?" The voice from the bottom of the stairs was a woman's. Her mother, then. "I'm not our Father Below, you foolish girl!" Allure spat, closing the distance to Katelyn, placing a hand on her knee. It was warm, perhaps unnaturally warm, as though she had a fever. "Tell her you stubbed your toe, or something," Allure hissed. "She can't see or hear me in any case, you don't want her thinking you're crazy too!" she said, taking a psychological stab in the dark. "Would it be more comfortable if I looked more human?" she asked. Her appearance seemed to waver and warp in front of Katelyn, her violet eyes fading to a cool blue, sclera taking on the usual white, and her slit like pupils changing to circles. Her black horns vanished like smoke, and her skin changed from purplish to a white, tanned brown, her tail disappearing into her pert bottom. She lost a bit of height as the spikes growing from the bottom of her feet shrunk back into her heels. Her proportions retained their inhuman perfection, however, and her skimpy clothes didn't change a bit." Look, girl, I just want to have a talk, offer you something you've always wanted. You're the one who summoned me after all. What were you expecting?" she asked. "At least let me tell you what I can do for you, and then play the 'get back foul demon' card," she said. "Katelyn??" Her mother sounded more concerned, and the footsteps started up the stairs. Katelyn stared at the hand on her knee. The bedroom door. Allure's face. Hand. Sudden lack of horns. The door again. She closed her eyes." It's fine, mom! I just st— I thought I saw a spider, but it wasn't!" Katelyn pulled her knee away sharply and glared at the intruder." Well try to keep it down! I thought you had hurt y..." The voice trailed off to nothing as the footsteps went back down the way they had come. Katelyn waited until a door closed downstairs, then jumped up, got off her bed on the side where Allure wasn't standing, and shut hers. Thenshe spoke." I don't know who you are, or who youthinkyou're talking to, but I didn't 'summon' anyone—thing. Anything. Like you. And if I did, I definitely wouldn't try to summon some hoe bag who says corny garbage like 'Our Father Below'." She even made air-quotes in her disdain. "Jeez, what are you supposed to be, anyway? Next Halloween's 'Sexy Home Invader' costume?" Allure sighed, allowing Katelyn to jerk her knee out of her hands, watched her, amused as she strode to the other end of the room. "You performed the ritual," she said. "I know who summoned me." She looked at the girl in front of her. "However imprecise, however poorly you performed the ritual, you did so willingly, looking for me, or someone like me," she said. She sat down on the end of the girl's bed, looking at her. "I've watched you, for less than an hour, and I've already seen what your family is like," she said. "I've seen how they look at you, Gordon'took at you," she said." Your mom and your sister are bombshells," she said simply. "Where did that go? Why aren'tgodlike them? Why don't you look like them?" she said. "And your brother is out there winning accolades as a star athlete. Everything you accomplish in school your sister did first, or did better. Anything you do athletically, your brother is already doing," she said. "And I'm guessing your fellow students don't treat you well?" she asked. "Invisible to boys, or... oh," she said with a smile. "So that's why it's me," she said." You don't mind being invisible to the boys," she said. "You're plenty visible to the girls... you just wish some of them saw you in a different light," she said. "I know you don't believe in God, girl, so you probably don't believe in the rest of it all. I'm not here with some sort of fiery contract you have to sign giving me your soul and all that Ada-yada-yada," she said. "I can give you everything you've ever wanted," she said. "All that and more, and all you have to do is perform a few simple tasks." She leaned back and regarded the girl. "How about a quick demonstration?" she said. "Simple task. Being summoned is thirsty work. Go get a glass of water from the bathroom, bring it back here, I'll show you some of what I can do," she said. "If you're not interested after that, say so, I'll go away," she said. "But aren't you just a little bit curious what I can do for you?" she asked. "Because trust me, Katelyn... you've never had a friend like me." Three times, Katelyn opened her mouth to object as Allure took the measure of her situation. Once, in the grip of pique, at the idea she had been "looking for" anyone. Once, her shocked expression clearly more wounded than angry, when Allure drew attention to her comparatively plain looks. And once, so stricken that the demon could practicallysmellher self-confidence bleeding away, when her real attractions were called out. She actually made a tiny noise of protest at that one, like a vocal fig leaf to cover the way her eyes had, admittedly, been straying. The girl cringed in embarrassment, but apparently wasn't much of a blusher." That—" Stopping to clear her throat, like Katelyn had to do after all of one word, didn't really help convey the assurance she might have hoped for. She wouldn't make eye contact. "It still sounds like a trap. If you're really who you say... Shit, forget it. This is ridiculous. I'll bring you a glass of water, fine. And when nothing happens, and you look like an ass, you have to leave, same way you got in here." She opened the door again, grabbed a plate and an empty glass that really should have left her nightstand yesterday, and hurried out muttering, "...however that was." It took her under a minute. Allure took the glass of water and drank deeply, sighing with a smile as she drained the glass. "Now, this demonstration works best if you move over to the mirror," she said. "Now... lift your shirt; no need to do it all the way, just so you can see your belly," she said. Allure moved over so that she could see Katelyn's expression, then closed her eyes, murmuring something. A glow of some sort, somehow both visible and invisible seemed to surround her for a moment, then Katelyn felt something like an electric shock, but not unpleasant, followed by a tingling in her belly. Before her eyes, the stubborn last remnants of her baby fat, the little judge she could never seem to get rid of no matter how she dieted or exercised melted away, leaving her belly a flat, smooth expanse of skin. Allure smiled at her. "Every time you complete a task for me, I'll do something for you," she said. "I can sense you're unhappy with your body," she said. "I can make you the envy and desire of every woman you come across," she said. "And I won't force you to sign a contract or do any tasks, there's no risk to your soul," she said. Nothing direct, anyway, she thought with a sardonic chuckle. "Any time you want to stop, you just say so, and we can stop," she said. "But why not do a few little things for me, get some improvements to your body, and if you get uneasy with a task, you can stop it. All the changes I make will be permanent," she said. "I won't take them away if you decide to stop." Allura snapped her fingers. "Oh, one other thing," she said. "I feed off of human's sexual pleasure, so every time you complete a task for me," she waved a finger and an orgasm more powerful than any Katelyn had felt before washed over her. Allure threw her head back and smiled. For a brief moment after it was over her eyes seemed to glow, and her skin seemed brighter, then it was gone. "So... what do you say?" Katelyn went to the mirror as she was asked, and Katelyn lifted her shirt as she was asked, after a second or two of suspicious glaring, and Katelyn jumped in surprise at the jolt in her core. And then, when the effects of the demon's magic manifested, Katelyn stared with dinner-plate eyes and no breath at all at the mirror. One hand—nearly both, to be honest—slipped from the hem of her shirt to prod and pinch the skin of her belly. It continued palming the taut skin and trailing its fingertips in meandering loops, seemingly without her input, when she turned to set that boggling stare on her benefactor. Allure was talking, and Katelyn was nodding, but comprehending was less certain. She did manage to at leastbegina response before Allure wisely cut her off." But, why would y—"And then the wave hit her. She might have been enjoying her own touch, but it wasn't to a degree that might have warmed her up first. Katelyn pitched forward when her core contracted, hitting the mirror and flattening against it like so much putty. She bit both lips tightly together and put up an impressive effort to stay silent, but the whimpers that escaped sounded more like sobs, with how hard she was suddenly breathing. One hand was in her shorts by the time she finished sliding down the wall, and the other couldn't seem to settle on which spot to paw at. She lost time, and there were tears in her eyes once she stopped convulsing enough to open them again. It was still another ten seconds before she managed to focus her attention again and pull her hand free, and she didn't have the energy to even be embarrassed about it." Okay," she said in Allure's rough direction before letting herself sprawl on the floor completely. The suspicion in her voice earlier had dulled to helpless acceptance. "Deal." Allure knew full well that she had to start slow. Humans played a stupid game called "Truth or Dare", one that almost inevitably became sexual after a certain point. She was going to start with simple, easy tasks like one might encounter in truth or dare, get Katelyn used to the idea of doing what Allure told her to do, and proving further to her what the succubus was capable of doing for the young woman. She smiled as the girl recovered from the intense orgasm Allure had given her. The brief feeling of complete satisfaction had faded, making her feel like she'd just eaten, but not completely sated. No, she was never completely sated. She wanted to establish what Katelyn liked, what she could get her to do, and where she would balk. This was always the most delicate part of the proceedings. Get her to do what you want, slowly nudge her into darker territories." Okay, we'll start easy enough," she said still smiling, trying to keep it from creeping into sinister territory. "I want you to steal some underwear from one of your siblings," she said. "And put it on in place of your current underwear," she said. "Dirty. Underwear they've worn since the last time they washed it," she clarified. "And just the bottoms," she added. Katelyn didn't have much of a chest; she'd look ridiculous trying to wear her well-endowed sister's bra if she decided to go for her sister's underwear rather than her brother's. Yes, it was a childish sort of demand, but she didn't know this girl well enough to push a specific agenda just yet. Well. If she'd been looking for the edge of Katelyn's balking, she found it fast. The look she gave Allure swept through confusion, bewilderment, and suspicion in short order, ultimately settling on disgust. "Dirty?!" she repeated, her lips turning down at the corners in an exaggerated grimace. "I thought you wanted help getting something done, but you only... Blew." Katelyn turned her head the other way while she thought about the suggestion, but otherwise didn't move at first. Her bedroom door didn't offer any answers, but fortunately it didn't sound like anyone had heard her, now that she could focus that way. She sighed and pursed her lips and let her eyes drop to the carpet, close enough to study the fibers instead of the pile. If she wasn't asleep and dreaming, there was no waysomethingmagical wasn't happening. That was obvious. It was almost as obvious that she couldn't trust the... thewhateverAllura was. There had to be a catch, a trick, a trap. That's how demons, or whatever, work. Right? Katelyn grumbled something incoherent, annoyed at the loose ends. But she couldn'tfinding traps, if Allure's exact words were true, and that was also supposed to be the trick, right? And the request might have been something dumb, something just for show, even something that reminded her a little too much of something the more popular kids at school might use to embarrass her... but it wasn'ttheir to do. A slight stirring of the air made Katelyn's fingers chilly, and the memory of how she had gotten them wet came rushing back, and she couldn't keep her hips from squirming just a little. "Ugh!" she declared, finally rolling up to her hands and knees and slowly standing again. She didn't look back at the succubus. "Fine. It'Saarland kind of gross, just sayin'." Katelyn's steps were furtive as she slipped out the door—more than they had any need to be, really—and skulked downstairs toward the laundry room. She was nearly there before it occurred to her that bringing some actual laundry down would have made it seem natural. The washing machine was running, so she didn't hear the movement inside the room, so she almost jumped out of her skin when Myra turned the corner. The girls exchanged brief greetings, but Katelyn was in a rush tootle around the sister she was going to do something creepy to, and Myra didn't have any reason to linger. A quick look in the machine confirmed the worst: Myra's underwear were in there with the rest of her laundry, and already soaked in soapy water. Grimacing, Katelyn dug into the hamper until she found the inevitable cotton briefs Wyatt had left there. They smelled musky and sweaty, and it was as much effort to not think about that as it was to keep them hidden as she hurried back to her room. While Katelyn was downstairs, Allure took the time to explore the room, the clothes in the closet, along with altar. Was that what kids these days were using to summon them? No wonder she'd been so far off. It was a miracle (she shuddered to use such a word) she'd been on the same continent, let alone the same street. What had ever happened to a pentagram carved on the floor and the blood of a chicken or a goat? Well, carpeted floors made the pentagram thing hard, and the blood would probably stain. Katelyn's parents would probably notice an animal sacrifice in their house. Of course, given how little attention they paid to their youngest daughter, perhaps not. But they would have noticed the bloodstain and the pentagram and the mother especially would have freaked. Just watching the dinner had shown her enough to know how unfairly Katelyn was being treated, and she wondered if it was conscious or not. The older daughter had obviously inherited the mother's good looks, but Katelyn had very much not. Not that she was terribly ugly or anything... she just probably felt she was. With a little effort she could have been passably pretty, but with a sister who was effortlessly stunning, why even bother trying. And of course, her younger brother had gotten all the athletic genes. Allure wasn't attracted to men, but she could recognize a good-looking one when she saw one. And in her inventory of the upstairs, she'd seen all his trophies, and they didn't just say "participant" on them. Which left Katelyn. Scholastic achievements? Both her Sister and Brother were excelling there too, apparently, so no special notice taken of her for that. Her attitude? A more vague annoyance for her Mother, and tired acceptance from her Father, both convinced she was just "going through a phase" Allure was sure. She suspected that Katelyn wanted more than just to be noticed. She wanted to be the one to overshadow her siblings, and when she discovered Allure could help her achieve that, well.... It sounded like Katelyn was coming back up the stairs. Allure returned to Katelyn's room faster than the human eye could follow. Allura was lying back on Katelyn's bed when she came in, and she cut her eyes to the teenage girl. "Oh, good, that wasn't too hard, now was it?" she asked. "Now put them on if you want your reward," she said. Exaggeratedly she turned her head away. "Don't worry, I won't look," she said. "Unless you want me to," she added looking back over suddenly. Katelyn shielded the briefs from accidental view with her bodyonlyas long as it took to put the master bedroom at her back. From that point on, it was armed at full extension and only the tips of two fingers touching the garment. Sure, she was being a little histrionic—a jock strap would have smelled much worse—but on the other hand, she had no positive associations with that...class of odors, much less her own brother's. The underwear preceded her into the room, and she dropped them as soon as she had the door closed then wiped her hand on a tissue from her dresser." You know this is disc—" she began, speaking over Allure until it registered for her that the blonde was talking. She glanced up with an accusatory expression. Her annoyance didn't dim her revved up desire any, however. The demon's sudden turn back still caught Katelyn's eyes roaming her figure; the girl didn't jerk her eyes awayquitefast enough to get away with it." N-no, I don't... You can do whatever," she stammered, glaring at the briefs on the floor as much to avoid having to meet Allure's eyes as anything else. She fidgeted with the tie at her waist for a little bit, probably unconscious of literally shuffling her feet. But when she did move, it seemed she had decided to just get it over with, because she yanked out the knot, pulled her shorts and panties down in one quick squat, and stepped right out of them and into the legs of Wyatt's briefs. The panties were black with orange bats on them, just barely more cute than tacky, which went only too well with the Wednesday Addams haircut, albeit in brown. She trimmed, but not much. Katelyn pulled up the dirty underwear almost as fast as she had yanked off her own, until they were just a few inches from seated. Her hips were barely wider than Wyatt's despite the year and height she had on him, but— "Enough. I'm going to need, like, a dozen showers after this. I swear to god, if I get a yeast infection or something..." And then she tugged them those few inches, with a particularly intense grimace as the more sweat-stained bits of fabric made contact with her (still a little slick) pussy. Allure gave Katelyn another devilish smile. This was child's play compared to what she wanted to do, but she had promised a reward. As she called on her power she again seemed to draw the light from the room into her self, remaining as brightly lit as the room faded around her for a few moments. Katelyn could feel a warmth in her body that was slowly replaced by a sort of pins and needles feeling on her chest. As she watched in the mirror, her bust would expand from the nearly non-existent bumps into small but noticeable breasts, perhaps an a-cup, now slightly stretching her shirt." Step by step, I can make you look like the girl of your dreams," Allure said. She flicked her finger and once again Katelyn exploded into orgasm, Allure helping her fall back on the bed so that she wouldn't collapse on her floor. As she started making larger changes, even Katelyn's most intense orgasms alone wouldn't be enough to restore her power, but that would come with time." One final challenge for today," Allure said. "I'm going to make your mother think that it's a good night for a movie night," she said. "You can take that underwear off if you wish, but if you do, you must go without underwear tonight, and agree to join your family for the movie. During the movie, or after it ends, you're to give one family member an affectionate peck, but on the lips, instead of the cheek. It doesn't even have to be a real kiss, just a touch of your lips together," Allure said. "And there's a bonus in it for you if you also 'accidentally' touch their crotch," she said. Honestly, Allure thought, probably the hardest part of this challenge for Katelyn would be spending a couple of hours with her family watching a movie that, looking at the house, would probably have strong religious undertones. Now familiar with the feeling, Katelyn's attention went straight to her chest in time to take in every detail. But even with a little bit of forewarning, actually witnessing the change did something to her. The girl's breath caught in her throat, and she didn't manage to unstick it until she had already gone a bit woozy for want of air. Slightly before that point, her hands rose to her chest and cupped her new cups with an incredulous delicacy, as though touching them might make them decide to not be real after all. It was actually the gasp after she experimentally pinched her nipples that reminded her to start breathing again. Allura pressed her point just then, and in the instant between speaking and snapping, Katelyn turned to give her The Look. All suspicion had left her eyes, but not for trust. Katelyn looked at her with the certainty of Recognition:here is a trap. But that never came alone, not in The Look. There was determination there, absolutely unflinching resolve to walk into it anyway. She was hooked. And then she staggered, nearly falling to her knees before Allure got her to the bed. And once she was in it, she shoved her hand shamelessly into the borrowed underwear and started rubbing herself, prolonging the feeling, following it up with another and prolonging that. Eventually she stopped sobbing, then gasping for air, then even trembling, and lay in place, utterly exhausted. She could barely turn her head to look at Allure; raising it was clearly out of the question. She watched silently as the succubus explained her next task, her hand still tracing her clit in lazy circles inside the briefs she had been so disgusted by not three minutes prior. Furthermore, she had already wet them more thoroughly than Wyatt's sweating ever had." You didn't say I couldn't wear pants," was her response, delivered with a drunken smirk. She pulled her hand out of the underwear and looked at it for a bit, playing with the accumulated lubrication, before pulling the briefs off entirely. She tossed them to the floor with the same lazy satiety that marked the rest of her movements before starting the slow process of getting back to her feet." I'll think about your 'bonus challenge' during the movie," she said, still smirking. She was also still pressing her thighs together, though. "You should come watch with us." That Katelyn had immediately drifted to the exact wording of the command please Allure immensely. She'd intended for Katelyn to wear pants, but she allowed the girl to feel pride at having "outwitted" the succubus. "Maybe I will join you for the movie," Allure said. "After all, the rest of your family won't be able to see me, and I always find the movies that puritan parents pick out to be highly amusing," she said with a smirk. She vanished in a flash of purple smoke, and a few minutes later, Katelyn heard her mother calling up the stairs about a movie night if the kids wanted to join. Myra and Wyatt were heading down the stairs and their mother was already turning towards the television room when Katelyn joined them. Whether her mother's expression was surprise that Katelyn had joined them or surprise that she had a child she had completely forgotten about was unclear. Allura was lounging in the room, lying across the whole couch, sitting up as Wyatt and Myra sat down on opposite ends. The succubus' aura made itself known as Katelyn saw Wyatt shift his position and casually get a cushion to cover his crotch while Myra flushed a little bit, and her nipples at the tip of her impressive breasts made themselves prominent even through her bra. Allure vaulted over the back of the couch as Katelyn's mother sat down between her two favored children and settled herself on the arm rest of the chair that Katelyn had been relegated to, the least-favored of the two armchairs as her father took his favorite seat. The movie selected was to be the first movie of the Chronicles of Narnia, a tried and true film, albeit a little bit childish for the teens in the room. Allure rolled her eyes as the mother busied herself with making popcorn and the father got himself beer, and took to exploring around the room, looking at the books on the shelves and finding the Chronicles of Narnia on the shelf alongside a number of C.S. Lewis' other works and several different versions of the bible. Most of the other books on the shelf were on the "Christian Evangelical Approved List," Allure noted with a sigh and a shake of her head. She sat back down on the arm of the chair and beckoned Katelyn to join her, wondering if she would take now to fulfill her first part of the challenge.... Though she'd have to wait for the end of the movie and the return to her room to receive the rewards for her tasks.... Katelyn did not, as it turned out, take her earliest opportunity. What Katelyn did do was stare hard enough to be noticed at her family completely failing to notice the surprise presence of the blonde sex bomb flitting through their midst.' Well,'she thought to herself, taking the time to actually think out the words.' I guess she was telling the truth about them not seeing her.' It was, by this point, impossible to deny that some kind of magical... being? Maybe? That Allure had really come and really was sitting invisibly in her living room and, most importantly, reallywasgranting wishes in exchange for... Well, for gross dares, Katelyn figured. She hadn't thought the spell from earlier was meant to be a summoning, but she'd wanted to be irresistible, and if this carried on, she'd be that and more. And even better, she'd be hot as hell, not just the same mousy old nobody but with magic charisma, or whatever she had been half-heartedly hoping for. She took her seat and tried to pretend she was paying attention to the movie. She wasn't, of course. Even if the possibilities unfolding ahead of her hadn't been so exciting, and boy were they ever, Katelyn only realized something after the first fifteen minutes that should have been obvious at once. Her brother and sister, the 'good kids' of the family, had become aroused just by Allure being near them, even invisibly. And Katelyn had the succubus practically sitting in her lap, very visible, very visibly—Katelyntriedto not think about how sexed-up and provocative Allure looked. But by the time she realized how turned-on she was, separately from just the buzz of her earlier orgasms, the lion wasn't holding her eye, and she was having completely inappropriate thoughts about the witch's wardrobe. Crossing her legs tightly, she moved to the side of the chair opposite Allure, leaned on that armrest, and stiffly kept her eyes on the screen. Allure was smiling broadly, smirking really, while keeping an eye on the family, rather than the movie. The three kids were obviously uncomfortably aroused and trying to hide it, while her parents seemed focused on the movie, unaffected. Maybe Allure's powers only worked on teenagers, or maybe she was simply amplifying a sex drive that seemed not to exist in her parents anymore. Or maybe she could target it; it was hard to say. She felt Allure's hot breath on her ear as she whispered, somehow drowning out the movie without raising her voice." Do you want to know what your good, Christian sister thinks about when she masturbates?" she asked. "All the dirty little fantasies her mind cooks up? I could take a peek inside her mind tonight and tell you all about her debauched fantasies," she said. "Does it surprise you to know that she masturbates? Yes, your good sister, the one your Mom thinks of as a perfect nun gets herself off at least twice a day," she said." Or maybe you want to know what your little brother is thinking about while he strokes himself," she said. "The depraved fantasies of a well-hung sixteen-year-old football player," she breathed. "I could always take a peek inside his mind and tell you what he's thinking about," she said. Allura could, of course, have made Katelyn cum in front of her whole family if she had wanted to, but that wasn't her goal; she wasn't looking to humiliate her. Just get her nice and turned on to see if she would actually complete the "dares" she had been set. Katelyn's eyes went a little unfocused, and she very visibly shivered, when Allure's breath first kissed her skin. She shot the demons a dirty look, but when that movement drew attention from her family, she fixed her eyes firmly on the movie again. She absolutely did not want to know the details of the others' fantasies, no matter how hung her b— Katelyn blushed fiercely and did her best to retreat into the cushions of the chair. Apparently that wasn't a detail she had known. Though, the way her eyes kept landing thoughtfully on Myra, it was a safe bet she didn't know about the inflamed appetite, either. The movie dragged on and on as poor Katelyn sat soaking in the succubus' magic. By the time everyone first passed by the stone table, she was having some trouble keeping her hips still, to say nothing of her breathing even. Right around when the lion was being butchered on it, she shifted her hand just enough to lightly tap Allure on the thigh, then inclined her head toward the couch. "Yes," she whispered, not making eye contact. She was, of course, the first one out of her seat at the closing shot." Hey, thanks mom. This was a perfect idea. But—" She gave a fake yawn that became real partway through. "I think I'm going to turn in. Quiz in first period tomorrow. Good night, dad." Katelyn had made the transit of the room while she was excusing herself, and now leaned down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Then she was at the couch and—"'night, My."—gave her sister the same. And her mother. Except when she shifted toward Wyatt, she tripped on Diane's foot somehow. She was almost to his cheek, and he's already rolling his eyes at the theater of it, when she toppled. Her lips missed and met Wyatt's, and the hand she threw down to catch herself landed right between the poor boy's thighs. She rolled to the floor, while he bent sharply and clutched his groin. She got a feel of her brother beneath her hand as she lurched against him. He might have been farther from Allure, but he had soaked in her magic just as surely as everyone else, and he was a sixteen-year-old boy. Even from this brief contact, Katelyn could tell that Allure hadn't been kidding. Her brother wasextremelywell hung and rock hard. His bending over sharply and clutching his groin could also have been holding back an orgasm from the stimulation if Katelyn hadn't caught him particularly hard in the balls. Allura had vanished and reappeared upstairs while letting Katelyn and the rest disentangle themselves. It was interesting that Katelyn had gone for her brother. She'd expected her to go for her mother or her sister, but then, Allure hadn't pushed the girl to do anything overtly sexual anyway. She was clever though, Allure thought. Furthermore, she'd have to watch how she phrased future requests. When Katelyn arrived Allure took a few moments musing on what transformations to perform on the girl. "All right," she finally said. "Let's start with your hair," she said, taking a strand of the lanky, brown hair in between her fingers. She murmured something inaudible under her breath, and Katelyn's whole scalp began to tingle as her hair changed. It didn't lengthen, but the color became richer, deeper, and suddenly her tresses were thick and silky, the kind of hair that the girls at school spent ages taking care of. But Allure wasn't done. Katelyn distinctly felt her waist cinch in a little, the waistband of her pants loosening noticeably, and then the pants tightening across her ass and her hips as her hips widened, and her ass expanded significantly. When it was one, the pants looked like they were painted on to a perfectly firm bubble but, and she had a noticeable gap between two perfectly shaped thighs on her newly ample hips. Allura was gasping and leaning against the wall. "I might need... a bit more energy than you alone... can provide," she said, breathing heavily. "I'll be right back. Wyatt and Myra should both be... taking care of themselves right now," she said. "You... should explore what I've given you. I'll be back to take my compensation," she said, vanishing in a puff of purplish smoke. "—Dry again. Really. I'll help you find a doctor if anything's broken!" Katelyn was still wearing her chagrined expression as she slipped into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. The other set sets of footsteps receded in the directions of her siblings' rooms, and the expression melted right off, exposing impish amusement beneath." Poor Wyatt," she said with a giggle. "I really didn't mean to land that hard. He just made it so hard to reach his lips, you know?" She took a few steps into the room, until one for came down right on the soiled underwear from earlier. Katelyn made a disgusted face and threw them directly into her trash can, curling her toes to grip the fabric instead of touching the briefs with her hands. And with that done, the unease quickly faded. "So! I beliieeeveI did what you asked." And, of course, she had. The hair really would have satisfied her, judging by her expression in the mirror. She looked like a little girl who just found proof that Santa Claus is real and needs her help this year. Her hands flew to her head to grab and squeeze and let it pour through her fingers. "Oh. My. God! Allure, this is incredible! I'm going to—"The sensations from her waist and down interrupted her prediction, but not her excitement. She was still feeling the new curve of her midsection when the heavy changes hit. Giving her a spread like that meant widening her pelvis enough she almost fell down from her shifting balance. But her hands didn't leave her side, just moved down. There was a moment when they almost moved under the waistband of her pants, but she caught herself on the verge and redirected to her rapidly swelling ass. Tears began to well up in her eyes again at the sight of changes that could, themselves, have radically improved her life. She smacked one cheek and stared at the bounce." Allura, you... This... Uh, yeah, sure, go eat their brains or whatever, I'll just be..." She never finished the thought. But by the time the succubus returned, Katelyn had stripped naked and was waving her hips at the mirror in a very unpracticed attempt at erotic dance. The scent on the air suggested she'd had at least little fun of her own, and there were large red areas on either cheek. She jumped when the demon appeared again and hastily grabbed the comforter from her bed to throw around herself. Allure was grinning brightly when she reappeared, almost glowing, clearly having fed well from the lust of Katelyn's siblings. She laughed airily as Katelyn hastily pulled the surrounding comforter. "Don't stop on my account," she purred. "That ass is meant to be seen and enjoyed. She covered the distance to Katelyn slowly, but inexorably, until the two were standing side by side, looking in the mirror. There was quite a bit more similarity between the two of them than there had been earlier in the evening. Katelyn's hair, though brown was just as lustrous and perfect as Allure's blonde hair. Her waist was neither as thin nor as toned as Allure's, and her hips were not as wide, legs not as perfectly shaped, and her ass was a little bit smaller. Her breasts also were still on the small side, while Allure's were huge and gravity defying, her clothing being stretched to the breaking point by her curves." Tomorrow, the challenges get harder," Allure said. "Remember, you can back out at any time, and keep all the changes that I've made," she said. "But you know that even with the body you have now, you'll never be noticed next to your sister," she added almost in an undertone. "Wouldn't it be nice to go into a room next to her and know that the reason cocks are hardening and pussies are moistening all over the room is because of you, and not her?" Now come on, Katelyn," she continued. "Drop that comforter and let me show you something... special," she said, sticking her tongue out. Clearly she had kept some of her demonic features as more and more tongue slid out of her mouth, undulating slightly as it dropped nearly to her breasts. Katelyn held as still as the proverbial deer as those figurative headlights approached—and maybe 'headlights' in multiple senses, since her eyesdiddrop to Allure's prominent breasts a couple of times. She returned to the mirror even more slowly than the succubus had approached, with the battle between desire and unease visible in every small motion she made. She let herself be guided into place, though, and the object lesson of their reflections was hard to miss. Furthermore, she stared at them both, through the safe distance of the mirror, the whole time Allure plied her envy—and jealousy. She turned to offer a response to the question, after a moment of thought—It would be nice enough to just have someone's attention...—but she was cut off by probably the lewdest display she'd ever seen without someone's clothes coming off. For an instant, at first, she was as impressed by the momentum Allure could seize with casual depravity as she was by the thought of what Allure could do with that tongue. The second one rose faster, though, and was lust for the flesh, not for power, that first outgrew Katelyn's hesitation. She shifted the comforter to just one hand and didn't pay much heed to the gap when she reached out with the other. And then, in a particularly bold display, shemade the first move. Katelyn ran her fingertips over the length of Allure's collarbone and up the side of her neck, eyes fixed on her waving tongue the whole time as though entranced. Then back, along the edge of the succubus' jaw, and she stepped forward with the motion as though that feather-light touch was pulling them together. She was nearly close enough to bump into Allure's breasts with her own, when one finger brushed across Allure's lips and trailed down the surface of that tongue: she held still when she reached the tip, and the blanket slid to the floor. Finally, she looked back up into Allure's eyes, scrutinizing something." Okay," Katelyn said, and it almost sounded like a question. "But... Show me things I can learn from, too." Allure removed her clothes, or rather her clothes seemed to blur away and vanish, and Katelyn had to wonder if they were merely an illusion and Allure had been walking around naked the whole time. Allure's skin was bronzed, free of tan-lines, and there was just the thinnest line of blonde pubic hair above her wet pussy. Aside from those details, her clothes had left very little to the imagination, and their absence only confirmed her image as a blonde sex-bomb. "If you insist," she said, and her tongue shortened to something more akin to human proportions, though still fairly long. She grasped Katelyn's ass gently, and leaned in, taking one of her small breasts into her mouth, the tongue flicking the nipple, then the other, grinning at the teenage girl's reaction. She made her way down Katelyn's chest, gently licking at it as she went until she came to Katelyn's pussy. Furthermore, she reached out and teased it briefly with her tongue. She looked up from between the teenager's legs, her hands still on Katelyn's newly expansive ass. "Here's a practical lesson," she said with a sultry smile. "Go ahead and take charge," she said letting her tongue slide over her pussy, but avoiding her clit or anything resembling penetration with the organ. "Otherwise I'm just going to keep teasing you and never make you cum," she said. Give Katelyn a lesson in domination and taking what she wanted. Allure needed a self-confident, sultry vixen who knew what she wanted and took it without hesitation. The challenges would help, but moments like these would be just as valuable or more so at turning the shy, reserved girl into the bold, powerfully sexual seductress Allure wanted her to become. "And I certainly d—oh!" Katelynsomehowmanaged to be taken by surprise when Allure went to work immediately. She glanced behind herself at the bed, confusion visible on her face, but the attention to her nipples pushed that thoughtrightout of mind. Her breath was already coming in sharp puffs, matched to the movement of Allure's tongue, by the time the demon moved to her other breast. She couldn't figure out what to do with her hands at first, mostly fumbling around the back of Allure's head and neck while they were still at chest level. When Allure started working her way down, the girl ultimately settled on pressing Allure's hands more firmly into her ass, practically fondling herself by proxy. Katelyn did not have a thin line of anything. Katelyn had probably trimmed things up, or experimented with shaving, but not recently. The thatch was not completelywildat least. She probably hadn't been expecting anyone to see her undressed, understandably. But she also responded with nearly as much alarm as excitement. "Wait, wait! I don't know iffy—!" It turned out Katelyn was notate already for the tongue, either. Her voice faded into a loud squeak that she had to clap one hand over her mouth to cut off. Her other hand jerked forward and hovered around Allure's head without quite showing the confidence to touch anything, and she stumbled, when muscles clenched unexpectedly, enough that she had to take a wider stance just to stay on her feet. Of course, that just gave herinstructoreasier access....not that the girl would ever be able to effectively keep anyone away, with a thigh gap like she had now." Allura... Allure!"she hissed, trying very hard to keep her voice low after her initial outburst." Look, I don't—oh fuck... You have to let, let me—"She bit down on the pad of her thumb to keep quiet. Her distress was resolving into something coherent, though, however slowly. It looked like embarrassment." Look, I've... I've neverdonethisbefore!" Allure looked up, somewhat amused. Perhaps she was pushing the teen too far too fast. "All right," she said, smiling. "I'll take charge this time," she said, rising from her place on her knees. She gently pushed the girl back towards the bed, to have her sit down. "Now, while I concentrate down here," she said, "you should play with these." She gave Katelyn's small breasts a squeeze with her hands before placing one hand on each of Katelyn's newly expanded thighs, pushing her head down between them, her tongue once again working its way in and out of the teenager's inexperienced pussy. She paused and looked up with a smile. It was cute the way Katelyn was trying to keep her noise level down. She decided not to tell the girl that she could be as loud as she wanted and nobody would be able to hear her. It was much more amusing to her to have the girl worried about making too much noise and having her parents or a sibling come to investigate just what was going on. Given the way her siblings had been masturbating just minutes before, it was unlikely they were going to be eager to leave their rooms for a while yet, and if Katelyn was ignored by most of her family, at least it meant that her room was ignored as well, for the most part. "Relax," she said instead. "Just let it happen." "We— But I didn't— O-okay." Whatever Katelyn had or had not, she never did find the words to explain. She was too busy surprising herself with how easily she was accepting all the new things happening that evening. After all, she'd never summoned a demon before. She wasn't even sure whether she had believed it was possible. But here she was, cutting deals with one, doing perverted tasks for one, losing her cherry to one who was telling her what to... Hey wait." Iknowwhat to do with myyyiieeee...!!" Katelyn didn't manage to squelch that one, in part because (objection or no) her hands were too busy with her small breasts for her to stuff one in her mouth. Plus, when Allure surprised her, they tensed and clamped down on her nipples, which wasnothelping her stay quiet. She had to yank them away and grip the bed for a few seconds until she got together the control to just... fall backward onto the sheet. "Fffffffffffffffuuuuuuck," she groaned, hips wriggling enough to make Allure hold them still. Katelyn's fingertips had reached Allure's temples, where they pulled in slow clawing motions through the succubus' hair. Her legs, too, folded in for more touch, and the soft midsides of her calves and feet stroked Allure's torso as Katelyn's hips rocked instinctively. It was almost tender. The girl's giggling, between gasps, only enhanced that impression." Fffffnnnnauhhhh... just, just let it happen, huh? Ah, you don't—oh, wow that's, yes, do that—ah! You don't sound creepy at all~! Oh, gahhhhhdddd... What if I— What if I wantyouto be my next reward? I could get used to this..." Allure didn't answer for a while, her focus on Katelyn's pussy, but she made sure not to bring the girl over the edge just yet, pausing just below it and, in a rare move for a succubus who feasted on sexual energy, putting a hold so that Katelyn couldn'orgasm until Allure let go the hold. She looked up from between Katelyn's now shapely thighs and smiled at her. "And what would that form of wish look like?" she asked. "I'm not really the kind to get tied down to one girl," she said. "There's a whole wide world full of sexual fun out there to be had and encouraged," she said." Unless you're saying you'd like to help me make your life into something like that," Allure added, "because that could be arranged. And if there's feast enough, I could be persuaded to stay... as long as you wanted," she said, not daring to hope Katelyn might actually agree to something like that. It would significantly shortcut her corruption, and Allure wasn't beyond using that to her advantage." Was that what you meant?" she asked, reaching up to pinch Katelyn's nipples. Katelyn did not immediately answer, having spent a few seconds whining indignantly and trying to get Allure's face back between her thighs. And can you blame her? She wasabsolutelyno stranger to her own pleasure, but never steered by someone else, never with the intimate high of contact. And here was a literal sex fiend showing her a good time. It would be a marvel if a mortal woman ever managed to hold her attention after something like that. But Allure kepttalkinginstead of whatever had been making it feel so good, and eventually Katelyn accepted that she'd have to pay attention to what the succubus was saying. "Feast...?" she echoed, while she scrambled to put the fading echoes of words ignored back in order. She started to ask for clarification, but the sudden tweak of her nipples made her squeal into her cupped hand, followed by a shaky sigh. They even felt different from before! It should have been obvious they would, but something that sudden isn't easy to get expectations ready for. She squirmed a little bit as she worked through a response she clearly didn't like having to bother with." So you're— You're saying you'll stick around voluntarily, if— Hold on, how long does the spell...? No, forget that." She rubbed her face broadly with one hand as her focus shifted back to interpreting and looking for traps. Not that it got very far that way, but it still meant switching gears hard. "Soundalike you're saying that if I can manage to get laid a lot, then you'd want to hang out and, what, turn it up to eleven all the time?" There wasn't any obvious suspicion in Katelyn's voice; she sounded faintly hopeful, in fact. But far more than that, she sounded suddenly mortise and resigned. She let herself fall back onto the bed, arms spread-eagle, and went limp except for the occasional twitch of a thigh. "Well, you picked a crappy... Well, you should have tried another sucker for the weird games. Like, yeah, if this is all real, I'm probably hotter now than I was ever going to get. But if you go any further, no one's going to recognize me, includingthe main office, and my life is even more over than it is now, with added bitter irony. And this—and don't get me wrong, because I'm totally grateful—" She gestured vaguely over her body, still starting at the ceiling, with an added wave at her hips that almost caught Allure in the face. "This isn't going to undo my reputation. They're just going to say I got so desperate I padded my pants or wore a diaper or something. These are not the orgies you're looking for." Allure gave a small smile and shook her head. "What, you think I'd give you all this and make it impossible to recognize you?" she said. "Your transformations come with a minor charm," she said. "Everyone who looks at you and sees your new body will think 'wow, Katelyn's pretty hot! I never really looked at her closely before,'" she said. "And that'll apply to every transformation, so, when you have tits like mine," she gestured at her enormous endowments, "everyone will just think they didn't notice them before." She gave a small shrug. "The sex part is up to you," she said. "Although, once your physical transformations are finished, I might be able to give you some help if you still need it," she added mysteriously." But those are discussions for another time, and not important right now," she said. "Right at the moment, I'm guessingthisit what's important to you," she said in a sultry tone as she got down on her knees again and nudged Katelyn's thighs apart. For a few moments, perhaps a minute she kept her hold in place, preventing Katelyn from orgasming despite her mounting pleasure, and at the same moment she let it go, she let her tongue elongate enough to reach Katelyn's g-spot, hoping to induce a squirting orgasm from the teen. Right around where Allure started describing the charm, Katelyn got herself over that burst of self-pity to sit up and pay attention. Well, she was working toward sitting up. She had her elbows under her, anyway. "When I... Wait, everyone'll just, acceptthat? As though a chest like yours makes sense in the first place?" She had the presence of mind to smirk at the succubus; but, when her eyes returned to Allure's tits, there was a look in them that usually came much sooner: envy. There had been lust, wariness, determination, disbelief, and dozens of others, but now, finally, envy. The one that kept them coming back. The one they ruined themselves with." But you can't affect that many people. It'd wipe you out. So it would have to..." Katelyn pushed herself up onto her hands now, arms straight, and slid her hips back from the edge off the bed to sit up and face the succubus. That means you'd have to, I don't know, make it something!" She had somehow distracted herself from sex, despite it being her first time, and moreover with a succubus. The girl may actually have been hopeless. On the other hand, what distracted her was still sort of about sex, right? She was easy to redirect, in any case. As soon as Allure's hands were on Katelyn's thighs again, the girl scooted up to the edge of the bed again without any further prompting. And this time, she stayed upright enough to see the show. "God... It's even hot watchingmyselfget eaten out now," she said in a breathy, awestruck voice, then groaned in appreciation as the demon got serious about what she was doing. Katelyn hadn't gotten so caught up in her thoughts that she was far from the edge, and very soon her whimpers had escalated to a high-pitched keening she bit her lips together to squelch—ineffectively. She seemed too unable to keep her hips still, or unwilling to, and her writhing quickly made a mess of Allure's face, especially once her magic took hold and denied the girl her climax when by all rights it should have come. When she relented, Katelyn's reaction was dramatic: the teen lost control of her volume entirely, and her voice rose in ecstasy until she was nearly screaming, and she was barely able to keep her rigid body supported upright. She was still watching, her excitement stepped up by the sight of the gorgeous blonde's head between her legs. She had never been quite as... explosives Allure wanted, but Allure adjust rebuilt her considerably. And the feel of that muscular tongue slithering deep into her passage, pressuring her clit from behind, was exactly what she needed to discover it. A splash of slick, salty, musky fluid flowed from her with her most intense contractions, leaving Allure even stickier. She didn't have to keep reassuring Katelyn, her questions vanished as Allure returned her attention to her pussy, licking away her doubts. Oh, certainly, there would be some questions asked, like how they had managed to miss Katelyn's body, how nobody had noticed how sexy she was, and those questions would continue as Allure continued to work her magic. But the fact was, that even without the gamer, humans went to astonishing lengths to ignore magic in the world around them. There had been a handful of humans who could see past the gamer, see the changes that had been made, but those humans had been rare a thousand years before, and now, most of those who claimed such titles didn't truly believe in magic or demons. And because they did not believe, they could not see beyond even the pale magic a succubus could wield. She returned her full attention to Katelyn in time for her to explode into orgasm. Allure took what she gave, using what magic she had to increase the flow as much as possible, allowing most of the fluid to cover her face, but swallowing a small mouthful, then taking a second mouthful, holding it, rather than swallowing it. She rose from between Katelyn's legs and joined her on the bed, leaning over her to kiss her, and let the mouthful of fluids flows into Katelyn's mouth. She swung her legs over so that they were across Katelyn's and lounged back on the bed, licking her lips. "You taste good," she said. "It's been a long time since I tasted a human," she said in a low tone that almost seemed it was intended for herself alone. She waited patiently as the girl recovered from what she knew had to be one of the more spectacular orgasms of her life. When it seemed like Katelyn was full cognizant again, she smiled at her. "You feel like returning the favor?" she asked softly. "I'm always willing to give you some pointers," she said. "And who knows how soon you might need to know how to do this?" she added, her smile broadening slightly.

What You Wish For (Sepulchritude _ LostInTheMist)|rating:3.0

Sister, slave mk 2

Sarah (giggled brightly, waving her friends away as she parted ways with them and began the long walk back home. Today was going to be the first day of a week-long vacation from her parents, and it was just going to be her and her older brother alone in the house for an entire 7 days that would likely end up passing all too fast. To make things even better, it started on a Friday too! Not ONLY would she have an awesome 3-day weekend thanks to the holiday on Monday, but afterward she would be free for the entire rest of the evening for the rest of the week afterward, could it possibly line up anymore perfectly? She couldn't wait! Sleeping in all morning, going out and spending some time with her friends, maybe she'd even be able to find a boyfriend while she was at it! Her last boyfriend was a jackass who wanted more than she was willing to give, and as such she showed him the door when he tried to get a little too close with her. Sarah was a virgin in basically the perfect sense of the word, nobody from the opposite sex had even SEEN her naked yet. The only person that had ever come even close had been her older brother, who accidentally walked in on her changing a couple of times. Not that he'd seen anything TOO explicit though, thankfully... Casting those sides off to the side, Sarah let out an annoyed sigh at the fact that she had to walk home, not only had she managed to miss the bus thanks to an after school meeting with her club, but her license got suspended last month because she made one stupid mistake and ended up in a ditch. The car was only slightly dinged up though, but her parents were FURIOUS and refused to let her try again until she re-took her test and proved herself to be less of a hazard on the road. Thanks to that, she let out a tired groan and slumped on the couch when she got back, her arm slung over her head. It was a cool day in autumn, and her house was only about a mile away from school, so there wasn't so much as a bead of sweat to be found on her pretty little face as she did her traditional shout through the house. "Yo! I'm home!" She'd just take a moment to chill out, and then the best weekend of her life could get started with a bang! Little did the girl know, however, that her plans for not only her weekend, but the rest of her life, were about to take a sharp turn. Sam was upstairs when his sister's shout echoed through the house, and he called back to her. "Okay, Sis!" he said. She'd be at least a few minutes before she disturbed him, he knew, and that was probably a good thing, as he was sitting completely naked in his computer chair, stroking his massive cock with one hand while he navigated one of his favorite porn sites. It was supposedly incest of brothers seducing their sisters, though they all seemed to have very little family resemblance. He knew it was fantasy, fake, but it was the closest he had managed to get in the past two years, ever since his sister had blossomed into a young woman. Of course tonight, that was going to change. He grunted at the thought and abruptly orgasmed, spinning away from the computer just in time to fire his cum into a towel he kept in his room for just such an occasion. When his powerful jets of cum had subsided to a dribble, he stood up and began to dress, looking at himself in the mirror. At 17, he was already extremely well-developed. He was just a hair under six and a half feet tall, bulging with muscle everywhere. He was already getting college scholarship offers, and the only question was which sport he would concentrate on in college. Furthermore, he also had a huge cock set over a pair of equally huge cum-producing balls. Even soft, it was larger than most of his teammates when they were hard. He knew the average length of a cock and knew he had a lot to be proud of. He still had a little growing to do too! With his huge cock, however, came a darker side. This darker side had helped him arrange it so he could walk in on his sister and make it seem like an accident. He still hadn't managed to see her naked; his timing had been off, but he'd seen her in her underwear, and it didn't take a lot of imagination to know what she looked like naked. Besides, this week, he would see her naked and much, much more. Having dressed himself he opened the drawer and pocketed the items that would make his sister into a willing slave to him. The drugs had come from some weird Thai site, and the online translators still weren't very good. Still, he'd been able to grasp the basics, and after a year he had managed to get the drugs that were the most important. One was a powerful aphrodisiac, not street legal in the United States, but the site claimed it would get any woman willing to fuck at the drop of a hat. The second was a drug that made the minds of those who ingested it highly suggestible, though not really on a conscious level. The third was intended to keep people awake. It would counteract the side effects of the drug that would make her suggestible. What he wanted was for her to come to him that night. He'd rented a couple of different movies, each one hi lighting that all women really wanted to be slaves to men. Normally he knew Sarah would just laugh it off and ignore it. But in her highly suggestible aroused state. Well, if she didn't come to him that night, he'd just have to go to her. Of course, if he wanted to get the drugs into her food.... He walked downstairs to find his sister still relaxing on the couch. Of course... she'd had to walk home because of the crash. He gave her a smile. "Hey Sis," he said, walking over towards her and putting a hand on her shoulder in a friendly, brotherly manner. "I thought that since our parents are gone tonight, I'd make my famous risotto, just as a special treat for our first night of freedom." And her last night of freedom, he thought with an internal leer. Sarah was entirely oblivious to the way that her food had been spiked, as she nodded eagerly in agreement with his suggestion that he make some of his famous risotto to celebrate the departure of their parents. "Absolutely! That sounds fantastic!" It was a commonly known fact between the two of them that Sarah could probably find a way to burn water if she really tried, meanwhile, Sam had developed into quite the culinary artist over the course of their time growing up. Then again, considering the fact that their parents very frequently worked late nights at their jobs, and it was often on him to make dinner, it wasn't really a surprise to either of them. So, as far as that went, the first part of Sam's operation would succeed with flying colors. He would be able to spike her food with all three powerful drugs, even though when the movies began things would start to fall off the rails. For starters, he'd find that the aphrodisiac took effect damn near as fast as the website claimed, with Sarah's thighs rubbing against one another before the previews of the first movie even finished. However, as a direct result, it was impossible for her to entirely focus on the first movie, and the hidden message about how all women secretly wanted to be slaves went way over her head. In fact, her body had gotten so massively aroused over time that it almost seemed like the aphrodisiac was designed to burn more intensely the longer time went on, and Sarah would rise to her feet about five minutes into the second movie. "Uh... Sorry, but I'm pretty tired, I'm going to clock out early tonight! Excuse me!" Those words being said, Sarah bolted up the stairs and shut herself inside of her room, where she quickly buried herself beneath her sheets and whimpered loudly as one hand forced itself between her legs, and the other groped one of her colossal breasts." What the hell is wrong with me!? Aah,~ Oh god..." Of course, Sam would know from the moment she spoke that her claim of fatigue was a bold faced lie, seeing as how he had a drug specifically to keep her awake and energetic flowing through her veins. It didn't seem like she planned on venting her frustrations with him though, and the message about how girls wanted to be slaves had gone mostly unnoticed. He did, however, get his foot in the door. It was now on him to put forth some effort and take a few risks to push Sarah down the path he wanted. He sighed as she left. He didn't think the message had gotten through. Oh, he could wait until later in the night and hope that maybe it had taken effect, but the aphrodisiac had evidently been more effective than he had expected, distracting her all the way through the movie. He considered what he could do, and after several minutes of consideration he decided on a course of action. He walked up to her bedroom door and knocked on it, opening it without waiting for her okay. "Are you okay sis?" he asked. "You looked a little flushed," he said as he entered. "What the-get the hell out of here!!!" Sarah shouted at her brother, her entire body tensed up, and even though she was covered with a thick blanket it wasn't hard to imagine what she had been doing. After all, her moans would have leaked out into the hallway while she was still touching herself, and seeing as how Sam had been the one to drug her, he knew exactly what was going on anyway. Nevertheless, that didn't mean that Sarah's face wasn't going to glow a bright shade of red, and she jerked one of her arms away from her body in order to point it towards the door. "Don't you know ANYTHING about knocking!?" She knew that her brother could be a bit brash from time to time, but this seemed like it was on a completely different level. She would still be highly suggestible; he knew the drug wouldn't wear off for some time, so he gave her a smile. "I did knock," he pointed out. He wondered how to proceed. He could go straight for it, or he could push her towards what he wanted tangentially. Furthermore, he'd tried to be subtle already with the movie, but he knew that hadn't worked. Maybe going straight at it was the way to go. "But I want to watch my sexy sister get herself off," he said. Before she could speak in objection he plowed on. "You like showing off your body, and teasing me with it," he said. It wasn't exactly true, but she did tend to wear outfits that showed off her body nicely, even if they weren't intended to be teasing, skimpy, or for his benefit. "Plus, I made you such a delicious dinner. Showing off for me; watching me get hard because of your sexy body... that's only fair," he said. "E-excuse me!?" It was true, Sarah was extremely partial to short skirts and tight shirts, but it wasn't like she did it JUST to show off to her brother, right? Admittedly, now that she was thinking about it, perhaps she did get a small kick out of the way that he always admired her. It was never anything she held against him, as far as she was concerned it was totally normal for a guy to admire the flawlessly sexy body of a girl no matter who it belonged to. She did know how attractive she was, she just didn't want to feel like people were taking advantage of her, or using her just for her body. However, hearing her brother talk about how he wanted to watch her masturbate did cause her to shake her head, despite the fact that it didn't seem anywhere near as objectionable as one might expect. It seemed that she was still suffering from being very highly suggestible, even if she didn't outright show it. "I- I don't know about that..." The direct tack wasn't working perfectly, but she didn't seem quite as firm as he would have expected, so he figured to keep attacking on that front. After all, the drug made her more suggestible. It didn't make her into his slave. He'd have to do that part himself. "It's okay," he said. "It's only natural to want to masturbate," he said gently. "Here, I'll make you a deal, just to show you it's nothing to be embarrassed about. If you let me watch you masturbate, I'll let you watch me masturbate," he said. "YouTube curious at least," he said. "I- I... ugh..." It was true, even though she tried her hardest to remain firm, chaste, and show no interest in any kind of sexual activity, it was only normal for a girl her age to at least be curious about what it was like. She had just been waiting for the right person to come around and sweep her off her feet. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be thinking about this, but shehadheard from some of her friends about how huge of a dick her brother had, and rather or not she could 'hook them up' with him so that they could see for themselves. Her face was beat red, and her eyes shut softly as she turned her head away. "F-... Ugh... Fine! I'll do it." She shuffled awkwardly beneath the sheets, before she softly reached forward and peeled them away to reveal that curvy, sexy body that Sam wanted so badly. Her body was fantastic, a perfect hourglass shape with huge breasts that he longed to suck on, or shove his massive cock between. Her thighs hinted at a beautiful, perfect ass that he would be taking as well. "You're beautiful," he told her, keeping himself from calling her "sis". Best not to remind her of their blood relation. And time to give her an order, getting her accustomed to that. "Now start masturbating," he told her breathlessly. His cock was straining against his pants, and it was taking all his will not to just fuck her right then and there. He knew he would be able to rape her into submission, but having her fall into it of her own volition was so much more attractive to him. Either way, she would be his slave by the time the sun rose the next day. He knew that. She felt so incredibly uncomfortable now that her body was exposed to her brother, and now all she needed to do was shift her gaze down between his legs to see how overwhelmingly aroused he was from looking at her. Either way, in her drug induced mind, all it took was his command for her to start masturbating for her to give him a meek nod, and reach down between her legs with one of her hands, resuming the soft stroking of her lower lips as she dug them into her sleeping shorts. Meanwhile, her other hand went back to her breast, rubbing and squeezing the large orb as she did what her brother commanded. "In- aah~"Her breathing hitched, and the humiliation she felt from having Sam gawk at her was nothing compared to the immense pleasure she felt with every gentle stroke of her fingers across her pussy lips. "Am I- ah! Am I doing it right?" "Try teasing your clit," he suggested. "The little button at the top of your pussy lips," he told her in case she wasn't remembering her biology at the moment. His eyes were most focused on the hand at her breast. He'd snuck a peek at a couple of her bras and had been impressed at the size. But knowing their size and seeing them here on display like this. She was turning him on immensely. His erection was starting to get painful, trapped as it was. Finally, he peeled off his shirt, revealing his powerful, muscular chest. His pants and underwear following quickly, revealing his massive, many shaft, looking huge even on his large body as it pointed directly towards his sister. He began to stroke it leisurely, watching her for her reaction. "O-okay... AAAAHHHH!!!!" Her back arched the instant she found that tiny, heavily swollen nub, and she started to writhe around in pleasure the more she touched herself. Her attention was drawn away, however, when she heard the ruffling of clothes, and she looked over to see her brother completely stripped down and stroking his massive cock. The moment she laid eyes on the huge member, her breath got stuck in a hitch in her throat. For whatever reason, she simply couldn't take her eyes off it! She wondered what it would feel like inside of her. Her fingers were already doing so much work on their own, and they were absolutely tiny compared to that! Not only that, but Sam was proving himself to be far more experienced than her, since he was giving her tips on how to make herself feel better... What would he be able to do to her, if he were to...Oh, god! Why the hell was this even on her mind!? She tried to resist, but those dirty, vulgar thoughts simply kept creeping on back into her mind, and Sam would have a front row seat at the way that her eyes were permanently glued on his shaft, an almost hungry look to them as she admired his manhood. Seeing the hungry look on her face he smiled to himself and stepped forward. "Try touching it," he suggested. "Use the hand from your breast," he said, "and I'll put my hand on your breast. Maybe I'll be able to show you a few tricks." He was still suggesting exchanges, though this one wasn't quite equitable, and he anticipated that he'd be able to move on from here without offering her anything in exchange. And he didn't wait for her to answer, instead taking her small hand and placing it on his huge cock, while reaching forward to caress the abandoned breast, gently stroking it, and pinching her nipple after a few moments. "I- I don't know if..." Sarah went silent when her brother took complete control over the situation, her dainty hand being forced to rest against his large shaft while he instead took control of her breasts, pinching her nipple as he also squeezed the large mound happily. "Oh god! I- I can't..." Her thighs closed in on one another, and her hand was doing little more than merely resting against his cock without giving him any kind of attention in response. She would wrap her fingers around it and squeeze it though, her thumb rubbing up and down the underside of the large organ in an attempt to explore it a little bit more. It was Sam's moment though, he was the one in control, and whenever he wanted he could take everything in one fell swoop. "You understand now, don't you, Sarah?" Sam asked. "You understand why I know your body better than you?" he asked. He pushed on before she could give any answer. "Women want to be, needto be slaves to men," he said, pinching her nipple as he did so. "Because only a man can teach a woman how to know real pleasure. And men are stronger than women," he said, stepping towards her and taking her hand, running it down his abs. "In exchange for the protection and pleasure that men give their women, all women want to please their men. And all men are pleased by their women being their slaves." He gave her a smile. "So all women want to be slaves to men," he said, as though it were the simplest equation on Earth. "You're a smart girl. You understand that," he told her. "S-slaves? To... men?" Sarah wasn't sure how accurate that was, she knew for a fact that she had absolutely no desire to be a slave, she was going to graduate from college, and then go on to be some kind of... something. Truth be told, she really didn't have any plans about her future. Maybe it was because she didn't have any ambition? Because... she truly wanted to be a slave? What the hell was she even thinking about!? This was outrageous! Yet, the more she tried to push away those thoughts and reservations, the harder she tried to resist, the stronger those thoughts kept rolling back into her mind... Did she really want to be a slave? Did she really just want to pleasure men? She couldn't deny the excitement that came from stroking Sam's dick, or the pleasure he was able to impose onto her. But..." I don't think that's... right." Her voice was soft and uncertain though, and it seemed that despite her words, he was having an impact on her mind. Those drugs were truly working wonders! "Insight though," Sam insisted. He sat down on the bed, keeping her hand wrapped around his member, but now massaging both her wonderful tits. "Mom is Dad's slave. Surely you've noticed the way she defers to him all the time," Sam said. He was actually fairly sure their parents' relationship was even, but if Sarah only focused on when Mom deferred to Dad, it might seem that way to her. He paused a moment and then went in for the kill. "Dad just doesn't think you're ready to know yet," he said. "He thinks you're too young, too immature to take on a grown woman's responsibilities as a slave," he said. He knew that would get her instinctively wanting to prove their Father wrong. She'd been livid when her license had been taken away by their parents. "Oh god~ I- AH!" Her back arched as he started to fully massage both of her enormous breasts, and her entire body started to wiggle and squirm beneath his dominant, powerful grip. Sam had nailed her thoughts dead on the head though, she wanted nothing more than to prove her father wrong after he took away her license, and while she wouldn't normally have been willing to experiment with becoming a sex slave as her attempt at getting even with them, in her drug riddled brain, it did make a bit more sense. She was defeated, and Sam had won. She looked up at him with a look of hazy desire in her eyes, before giving him a meek nod. "I- I understand." No she didn't in the slightest, but she was sure that Sam would teach her the way. In her state of mind, even thoughts about how horribly wrong this was been drowned out. All she could think about was how good it felt to have his hands on her, and how entranced she felt with her fingers wrapped around his shaft. He regarded her for a moment in silence, then smiled. "Don't be so hesitant," he said. "I'm not going to treat you badly," he said. He paused and then in his most imperious tone said, "I, Samuel, hereby claim you, Sophie, as my slave, to serve me, however I desire, now and forever." He didn't wait for her to acknowledge. The slave's acknowledgement of ownership was not necessary, and besides, her drug-addled mind would accept it anyway. Instead, he pulled her out of bed. "On your knees," he said, forcing her to her knees before him. "I am going to teach you to give a hand job, and to give a blow job," he said. "If you succeed at both these tasks, your reward will be one orgasm, the likes of which you've never experienced before." He smiled down at his slave. She wasn't going to be the last of his harem. She had several highly attractive friends that she would help him enslave once she was his devoted slave. Her friendship with them would mean nothing next to her enslavement. She would even see it as helping them to understand what women truly were. But for now...." Here's how you grab the man's cock...." he said. Over the next few minutes, he took his time demonstrating to her how to grip his massive cock, how to slide her hand up and down, how to use her second hand to fondle his weighty balls. "Now my slave," he said, "you try." Sarah could feel her face burning red with the heat of an inferno as she was forced out of bed and onto her knees before her brother. Apparently he was going to teach her how to give a hand job, and suck him off, before he could give her even the slightest hint of a reward. At this point, however, the raw sexual thrill she was feeling from being dominated far outweighed rational thought, and thanks to the combination of how impressionable she was, and how unreasonably horny she was mixed along with it, all she could possibly think about was how hot it was to have him speak to her in this manner. At this point in time she was still thinking of it as a game of sorts, an experiment that she could sleep off and wake up from tomorrow while still being totally normal. However, the night was young, and Samuel still had full plans in motion to have her fully enslaved before she ever shut her eyes to go to sleep. For now, though, she merely did as her brother ordered, her soft and dainty hand stroking up and down her brother's cock while her opposite member reached down to rub and stroke his balls right along with it. "L-like this?" It was wrong, it was SO wrong, but Sarah was getting such a thrill ride off of it that she stopped caring. "Close, my slave, close," he said, reaching down and taking her hand in his, slowly guiding her through how he wanted her to move her hand, all around the shaft, rubbing at the huge head before trailing her fingers down, covering every inch of his massive cock with her hand over a period of several strokes. He let himself relax for several minutes as she stroked him. He was slowly building towards an orgasm, but unlike her, he wasn't practically burning up with need, even though he was finally looking at his sister, naked on her knees in front of him like he had seen her so many times in his dreams." Stop," he commanded. "I want you to open your mouth wide and take as much of my cock into your mouth as you can," he said in his same imperious tone. "Show me what you know, and I will build on that," he said. "And you will address me as 'Master'," he added. He wasn't entirely sure how the suggestive drugs in her mind worked, but he had to assume that so long as he left her no leeway, she would be much more likely to accept his 'suggestions'. If he asked her questions, even rhetorically, he wasn't sure if any programming he did of her would take. Sarah's mouth opened for a moment as though she planned on talking back, but then they fell shut again as he spoke his second demand. "O-of course... Master..." She leaned forward, doing as he commanded as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and took it into her mouth. The tiny bit of precut that had leaked out felt strange on the tip of her tongue, but not as repulsive as she had thought it would have been at first. She ended up taking about half of his shaft into her mouth before she stopped, let out a small gagging sound, and settled in. She wasn't an idiot, and it wasn't like she had never watched porn before, so she started slowly bobbing her head up and down slowly while one of her hands stroked what length of his dick she wasn't able to fit into his mouth, and her other hand fondled his balls just like he had ordered her to do just a few minutes ago. As she did this, her eyes shifted up towards him, as she gave him a look that asked all on its own about rather or not she was doing it right. It seemed as though his drugs were still going strong, as beneath that questioning look, her eyes still had that hazy look that told him just how desperately she still ached for some attention of her own. As he looked down at his sister, naked, on her knees, staring up at him with his cock in her mouth he smiled. "Good, good," he told her. "You're doing great," he praised. Half of him was tempted to grab the back of her head and force her to deep-throat him, but there would be plenty of time for that later, he knew. He wanted to break her mind, not just get his rocks off. And as much as hectoohm would be able to cum several times that night, cumming in her mouth was not the way to get her enslaved. He let her suck him off for a few more minutes, then he grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. "You've done well, slave," he told her. "Now, if you want an orgasm, you should beg me for it," he told her. "Do it," he said. "Beg your Master to make you cum," he ordered her. Amazingly enough, sucking on her brother's cock only got Sarah more and more aroused the longer that she performed the action. With each bob of her head, and each wiggle of her fingers, she felt her pussy grow more damp, and her entire body grow hotter in a desire to be satisfied. When he finally pulled her head off of his shaft, and commanded her to beg him, she was all too willing to reply to him with a brief nod of her head as she spoke in a hungry voice. "Oh god~ Master... Master, please make me cum! I need to so badly..." The aphrodisiac was now at it's strongest, having spread throughout her entire system and having been granted some time to settle. This was the most desperate for stimulation that she had ever been before in her entire life, and sheneededto feel his hands all over her. "Very well," he said gruffly. He grabbed one of her arms and turned her over so that she was facing away from him, her pussy and asshole right at the level of his huge cock. He had no intentions of using his hands to stimulate her pussy. No, his well lubricated cock would do the job. She was so wet and hot for him that he doubted she could resist even if he asked her permission. But he didn't intend to ask permission. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, not waiting for her to comply before stepping forward. He placed his cock at her pussy lips, then reached around to grope her huge breasts, one with each hand. Gripping them tightly, he impaled himself into her tightness, gasping at the feeling of her virginal tunnel clenching around his massive shaft. "God, you're so fuckin' tight," he groaned. "It feels good for you too," he told her. "Mmm~ Okay..." She did as he asked every time he gave her an order, first turning around and presenting her pussy to him, and then getting down onto her hands and knees before he could take that step forward to press his cock head against the lips of her pussy. "Oh god... please..." Even as she was saying that he breached her, his hands wrapping around her huge, ample breasts as his cock plunged into the depths of her pussy, the man ripping away her virginity with a single decisive stab while he praised her for how tight she was. "You're right! It feels so good~" Normally a woman's first time would be painful, but the aphrodisiac was still pumping strongly through her system, drowning out any semblance of pain that would have previously filled her, and instead bombarded her every sense with pure, blinding pleasure. Her hips rocked backwards against him, her virgin tight pussy eagerly welcoming his cock each and every time he plunged it into her."Aah,~ Oh god~ More! Oh, fuck... M-master..." How could ANYTHING feel this good? How could she have denied herself these feelings for so long? The way things were right now, Sarah wanted to welcome her brother's dick into her body every time he offered it, and she never wanted him to pull it out. "As you wish, slave," Sam said, starting to slam in and out of her pussy without any gentleness. He fondled her huge breasts, feeling those stiff nipples beneath his palms, tweaking them with his fingers, but it was the hot, wet tightness that his long, thick shaft was buried in that was his primary focus. She had been a virgin, he knew, but by the time he was finished with her, she would never want his cock to leave her pussy. Of course, he wanted to take her asshole, but the best way to break her tonight was to use her pussy. He kept up his merciless pace for several minutes, and began to feel himself approaching his first orgasm. "My cock feels so good inside you," he told her. "Are you going to cum, slave? If you want to cum you need to acknowledge that I am your Master forever." He gave one of her nicely toned ass-cheeks a slap. "I am your Master forever! Say it!" he ordered. When he got serious with her, and picked up a ruthless pace for several long minutes on end, Sarah felt her entire body shiver as she let out a cry of pure delight. The way that Sam defiled her was almost heavenly, and when he talked about how she would have to acknowledge him as her master forever in order to cum, she knew for certain what her response was going to be. There was no way she ever wanted to live in a world where she couldn't feel like this again. She was long gone at this point, her brain completely shut off, and she was just riding the wave of pleasure all the way to the end. "Oh god~ Yes! Yes master... I'll be your slave forever! I promise. Just please~ Oh GOD! Please make me cum!" It was good, but he needed to break her completely, and so he needed her to repeat it until it was the truth even when the aphrodisiac and the mind control drug wore off. "Keep saying it. Say I'm your Master! Say you're my slave forever!" he yelled, slapping her ass again. As soon as she began to obey he shifted his angle, and brought one hand down to her clit. He slammed into her, his cock stimulating her g-spot with every inward thrust, and pinched her clit hard. "Cum now my slave!" he commanded her. At the same moment as he gave the order, his huge cock swelled even larger inside her, and then he began to coat the inside of her womb with his massive load of cum, never stopping his inward and outward thrusts, making sure to fill every inch of her insides with his copious seed. All she had to do was keep on repeating herself, the woman sounding something like a broken record as her new master continued to ravage her pussy with his powerful, decisive thrusts. "I'm your slave, forever and ever! You're my master! Oh, god- I can't... AA AGH!!!" When he shifted his angle, assaulting her G-spot while his cock swelled and prepared to fill her with a powerful dose of his cum, Sarah let out a squeal of ecstasy and arched her back, her own love juices spurting out to meet his seed as she enjoyed the throes of orgasm at almost the exact same moment that he did. Sarah collapsed against the bed, her eyes shut as she gasped for breath. That pleasure had been nothing short of mind shattering, and life changing. She had done so many humiliating, shameful things just for the sake of getting the pleasure that he promised her. And shelovedevery second of it. One solitary orgasm was not enough for Sam however, and after a few moments she felt him enter her pussy once more, setting up a solid rhythm, using her body for his own pleasure. "You're such a good slave," he said, stroking her backside and her shapely ass, grasping her hips as he pulled her back against him at the same time as thrusting his long, thick cock into her tight opening. "We're going to have so much fun this week," he told her. He had been thinking about this for so long. He had plans upon plans to teach his little sister just how much of a slut she really was. As he thought about his plans, he began to drive himself into her more forcefully. He wasn't concerned with her pleasure at this point, though he didn't doubt she was probably feeling some of it. No, she was his now. A sex toy he could use to get off at a whim. Yes, life was good. Feeling Sam push into her yet again was a delightful surprise for Sarah, and it wasn't long before she was moaning and whimpering like the cock hungry little whore she was, and grinding backwards against her master's shaft. "Mm~ yes..." She loved hearing his every word, as he talked about how much fun they were going to have during the week. One full, long week of her being trained and fucked senseless by her master, over and over again until her body couldn't take it any longer. How could she have gone this long without realizing it? This was what she wanted, this was ALL she wanted, all she needed, really. She'd let him fuck her whenever he wanted, there would never be a time when she wasn't ready for him. At least, that was what was going on through her mind right at that moment, and if Sam kept up his relentless assault, it was only a matter of time before that train of thought bled through into how she thought, and functioned, even when she wasn't drugged beyond belief. Sam always lasted a lot longer the second time he fucked someone, and even with the knowledge that he was finally pushing his sister towards enslavement, what he had dreamed about for years, even her tight pussy around his cock wouldn't be able to bring him off until he had been pounding her for a good long while. "You're going to learn everything you need to know about being a good slave," he told her. "I'll teach you to orgasm on command, andonlyon command," he told her. "I'll teach you to feel no shame about anything we do, to the point where you would eagerly beg me to fuck you even in front of Mom and Dad," he told her, though he had no intentions ofdoingthat. "Your life as a free woman is over. Your life as a slave, yourreallife is just beginning. Now cum for me my sister, my slave." With that last shove over the edge, a promise towards the future of all the wonderful things that she was about to learn, as she began her new life as a slave in the hands of her master. By this point, her thoughts about Sam being her brother were dead and buried, he was her master, nothing less. When he made his demand, telling her to cum for him, she nodded obediently before arching her back and letting out a wail of pure delight. "Pooh~ Yes!!!" only a second or two later, and Sarah's product would be spurting out of her pussy and coating the cock of her master. Sarah collapsed down against her bed, gasping for air as she gripped the blankets softly. That orgasm had rattled her entire body, and while she did want to rest, she knew that her job wasn't done yet until her master was satisfied. And so she pushed through those thoughts, and continued rolling her hips back against him despite her fatigue. She was a good slave already. He didn't know if it would last or not. It was difficult for him to care, considering how good she felt around him. If tomorrow she proved resistant, he would move on to a more active, direct approach. He would break her until she knew nothing more than the pleasure that came with serving him. "Very good, my slave," he told her. "Now, when you feel my cum spilling inside you, it will be the greatest pleasure and accomplishment you can imagine, knowing that you have pleased your Master. The knowledge that you have pleased your Master will cause you to orgasm. In the future, every time your Master releases his seed inside of you, on you, or because of you, you will orgasm." He smiled as he continued to pound her hard. "Your Master loves you and cares for you, and will protect you from everyone who tries to fill your head with false ideas like women's rights. Stuff like that disgusts you. You know the truth. Women have no rights. Womenshouldhave no rights. Women are supposed to be slaves. Womenneedto be slaves." He continued to say things like this to her. He wanted her to absorb as much of the twisted and distorted knowledge he was giving her as she could. Furthermore, he wanted for that knowledge to sink in, and sink in it did. While her body continued to get ravaged by its new owner, Sarah's mind soaked in Sam's words like a sponge, and in her heavily persuaded and drugged mind, all of it made complete and perfect sense to her. He had proven multiple times in the past how he knew about how to make her feel good much better than she herself did. The things that he was capable of making her doing, the things that he was able to do to her... It was almost surreal, like nothing she had ever dreamed of or experienced before. As far as she was concerned, he was her entire world. He knew what was right for her, what she needed. He would take care of her, he loved her... He was her master. With a meager nod in between her squeals of delight, Sarah would speak. "I understand, master." His cum boiled in his balls once more, and he unleashed another large load into his Sister's tight, hot pussy. This time he could feel exhaustion starting to creep up on him. He could fuck her one more time, he expected, but she seemed completely broken, and he was eager to see if she stayed that way the following morning. "Good job, slave," he praised her. "Sleep now. Tomorrow is another day in service to your Master," he told her. He lay back, wrapping an arm around his slave, and pulled her against his powerful chest. It was not long before he fell asleep, his huge, still erect cock pressed between his stomach and her back. "NNN~" The feeling of her master's cum shooting into her body made Sarah feel a sensation that she wasn't quite able to identify. The only thing she could pinpoint for sure is that it made her feel oddly whole. Like she had been asleep for all her life, and was only just now waking up from her dream. He ordered her to sleep, because tomorrow would be another big day in the service to her master. Nodding obediently, she rested both of her hands against his shoulders and shut her eyes as she allowed her body to squish down against his. Her huge breasts squeezed down against his chest, giving her the soft stimulation of her body still being used and touched even as she started to slip away into a deep, restful sleep in her master's arms. Considering how heavily he exhausted her, Sam would probably wake up before his sister, so he'd have the upper hand when she woke up with his little experiment to see if she was still entirely broken or not. When he woke, the feeling of his sister's huge breasts pillowed against his hard muscular chest was almost indescribable. A part of him wanted to stay that way until she woke, but he reluctantly disentangled himself from her, noting that some cum had oozed out of her pussy in the night. He stepped into the shower, and stepped under the warming spray. Where most brothers would probably have felt some guilt about fucking and literally enslaving their sister, Sam didn't feel any. Everyone in school wanted to fuck his sister. He was no exception. But he had advantaged the others didn't have. All he had needed were means to get past the silly taboo of incest, and a chance to do so. With his parents out of town and the long weekend, and the drugs, he hadn't had any reason to delay. Still, he wondered if she would stay his slave now that the drugs had worn off. She had been so horny the previous day that she would have fucked anyone or anything to get off, but the suggestions implanted by the drugs might or might not stay. He turned off the water and stepped out, looking at his reflection in the mirror. There was not an ounce of fat on his heavily muscled body. Six feet tall, two hundred and twenty pounds, he was pure power. If she no longer considered herself his slave, well, he'd fix that, without the drugs this time. He tugged on his semi-hard cock, bringing it back to full erection. As he entered his sister's room once more, its tip preceded the rest of him by an impressive amount. He stood next to the bed, his cock right in his sister's face. "Slave," he said, loudly enough to wake her. "Slave," he repeated, just to be sure she would wake.

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D_tD IC_ _Rocket launchers will take you to the mountain_

The Calamity Trigger drifted through the shifting warp. Ahead, a faint point of glimmering metal could be seen: Drama. Draesa to unidentified vessel. Please state your vessel branding and cargo, over. The door to the bridge opens, and Mr. Sand shuffles in, flanked by two of his guards." Jane, my dear, I trust everything is in order? I'm keen to be at our destination, and getting no younger. And do we have any more tea on board?" Spoiler Hide (I hope nobody minds me picking brown.) A map of the ship for those who need. Spoiler Hide In the eyes of anyone present in the cockpit, Jane was fixed on the piloting seat. A cable came out of the chair and connected to a port on the back of her neck. There was a metallic visor hiding her eyes. Although she didn't move, the ship was definitely acting under some command. The perception that she was commanding the ship was an. Incomplete one. Right now, she was the ship. Through the connection, she was able to see what the ship saw, and command it as if it were her own body. From her point of view, she was standing in the empty space, willing herself to her destination. Fortunately for any passenger anxious on what was happening, the instruments were still indicating even though she didn't need them. The holographic terminal at the center of the cockpit showed a map of where they were. She spoke to answer the message, with a monotone, almost mechanical sounding voice:"Drama control, this is Calamity Trigger. Matriculate Fox Echo Fox Lima Uniform. Class VF-70b light spell jamming transport. Cargo is X passengers plus assorted possessions and supplies. Requesting permission to dock. Over."note that X indicates the group plus any followers they have. She noticed the wizened Kobold who had just entered the cockpit. It was thanks to his talents that she had been able to get here. He knew how to navigate through the warp. They had had a deal, he and his followers traveled for entirely free in exchange for acting as navigator. She slightly turned her hear back and answered, this time in a far more human and expressive sounding voice." Not a problem at all. We are within hailing distance, so the trip should be short from now on. Depending on permissions, we'll be docked in between 10 and 20 minutes. Regarding the tea, it should be in the third cupboard on the kitchen side... unless it all got drunk..." The door to the bridge opens again and in strides a beautiful, young and scantily-clad human female, to whom all eyes are instantly drawn." Well met, gentlemen. Would anyone care for tea?" Mr. Sand turned and smiled at the young vision. She had approached him in a state of agitation at the spaceport; these days he felt himself to be well past such pleasures, but he had agreed to pay for her passage in exchange for her servicing his men during the trip. Soldiers are rarely hard to entertain." Why thank you. Tea would be lovely." He hobbled over to an open section of floor; his men quickly produced chairs and a table, and he beckoned for the woman to sit. He turned his head towards the eerily still figure plugged into the ship." Don't mind us, dear. It's a long trip for these little old legs back to my cabin." A pause. For a few minutes, no response comes from Drama. Then, an older, more experienced voice comes through the communications. Calamity Trigger, this is Drama. Dock C, deck four is your assigned birth. We can spare no men to aid in docking, or to conduct a customs search on your vessel. When you dock, report to the Command Deck, deck one. I don't know who you are, Calamity Trigger, but you sure came at a good time. The line goes dead. A good time to come, now there was an ominous remark." Message acknowledged. Initiating approach vector. Over." The exchange over, the cables connecting her to the ship's command retracted, freeing her. The visor also retracted, to some unseen space inside her head. There was a bit of time before needing to do landing procedures, and she decided to join that tea session. She turned the chair to face everyone." Well the good news is they are happy to see us. The bad news, they seem very happy to see us." "I get that a lot... How long until boarding, captain?" "ETA 12.32 minutes. I would be advised for passages to put seat belts on for the landing procedure. I find that eagerness a little concerning. It appears the ship is suffering some possible trouble." "Indeed, it sounds like the party's already started. Is everyone ready to dance?" Mr. Sand calmly pours a cup of tea for Jane, and speaks to one of his guards without looking up." Deez, have Zara wait in the cabin with young Mathews, but ask him to send Tool to join us on the bridge. You and Free will remain with me." Spoiler Hide Deep camp; Free: Kobold guards, twin brothers. Zara: chief bodyguard, Kobold. Mathews: Human, Teeth cultist camp; chief aide. Tool: Gnome Hearted. (Since there doesn't seem much else to discuss, I'll post the landing procedure)"Countdown five minutes to landing. All passengers are required to find a sit and belt up." Came the announcement for the ship's PA system. Sure she wasn't expecting any turbulence similar to entering an atmosphere, but there was always that slight. Bump that came with entering a capital ship's gravity field. She turned back her chair to the front window while a cable once again extended to plug in to the back of her neck. Initializing Connection...ID: JD Password: xxxxxxxLogin details correct Connecting to command interface... Interface loaded Once again, she was floating in space. The ship's senses became her very own. She could see Drama in the distance and a holographic series of rings appeared on her interface to show the optimal landing trajectory towards dock 3." Calamity Trigger to Drama control. Initiating final approach." No response from Drama. Not even static. Silence. The docking goes without incident, the blast doors closing and a green light alerting you that the compartment has been pressurized and filled with breathable air. The hanger is empty, and silent, as the boarding ramp lowers. "Interesting..."came her comment as she disconnected from the ship's controls." No answer from control anymore. That is rather concerning." She pressed a button causing the window's armored covers to close down. She then walked towards her room and came out a few seconds later. Furthermore, she now had the pair of large pistols at her belt." I would advise a small scouting party to go first and make sure the station is safe." With a long, slow sip, Mr. Sand finishes his tea. I must insist on accompanying the scouting party. Deep, have Tool fetch me a wheelchair. Tell him to bring it down to the docking ramp, I'll meet him there. One of his guards helps him from his chair, and he shuffles toward the door." I assume you will both also be with the scouting party, ladies...?" "If you feel so inclined sir. You do not require my permission after all." Jane answered nicely if clumsily." I will be of course part of that party." "I get the ominous impression we'll be glad to have your firepower." Mr Sand and his bodyguards prepare to leave the ship. The bodyguards have their leis-rifles at the ready, and Tool is ready with a wheelchair for Mr Sand. Mr. Sand sits and pulls a blanket over his knees, then waits with his eyes closed, and his hands steepled in his lap. "Agreed. I'll join the party too. I'd hate to miss the action"Chandra replies with a smile. She casually stands up and gestures to the door." Shall we?" "Understood." The ship's passenger ramp lowered, giving the team access to the hangar. Once again, the visor deployed on Jane's face." Initiating search protocol." As she advanced in the hangar she scanned the place with attention, looking for any movement. The hanger, while filled with crates of various sizes, contains no life forms. The only exit appears to be an elevator on the other side of the room. Jane slowly but cautiously made her way to the elevator still cautious about the possibility of an ambush. Mr. Sand remains seated in his wheelchair at the top of the ramp. His eyes are open now, but he stays silent and motionless. As Jane nears the bottom of the ramp, he motions a finger, and his guards move to positions supporting her, weapons at the ready, helmet visors down. Dressed as if ready for a party, parasol in hand, Chandra follows the guards out of the ship, passing Mr Sand at the top of the ramp." Colonel, watch my back"she tells him with a wink and a smile as she passes. She proceeds to follow the group at the rear, down the ramp and towards the elevator, watchful and primed for danger." It's quiet. A surprise party perhaps?" She whispers, to no one in particular. "The radio operator did mention that no one would be at reception. We're apparently meant to make our way to the command deck." Once everyone was in the lift, she pressed the button to deck 1. Mr. Sand remained still and silent, but as his hearted wheeled him across the hangar floor his eyes darted constantly from shadow to shadow. When they reached the lift, he once again closed his eyes and bent his head as if sleeping or in deep meditation. His guards kept defensive positions until he was in the lift, guns sweeping the hangar, then backed in after him. The ride in the lift is long and suspenseful. Occasionally, the lift grinds to a halt, then starts up again. Finally, you reach Deck One. You wish you could say that it looked like a command center. It looked more like the bridge of an abandoned ship that was only good for salvage. Men and women, wearing the green and black uniforms of the soldiers that serve on Drama, rush around between command consoles. An older man stands near the lifts, his rank distinguished by the beret perched on his head. When he speaks, you recognize him as the second voice on the radio."Thanks to the gods you've arrived. That battleship is nearly here. But how did you know to come here? The long-range hammer hit us before we could broadcast a distress signal." He stops for a minute, running his eyes over each of you." Who ARE you? You're not Alliance Soldiers..." The withered old Kobold in the wheelchair still has his eyes closed, and one could easily suppose he was asleep. His guards flanked him, still and alert, silently radiating disciple. Spoiler Hide Spending 1 mote to activate his Night Caste ability, preventing observers from being able to identify the caster of his next spell: Detect Thoughts. He targets the old soldier who spoke, and attempts to gain insight into why they might need Alliance Soldiers. He casts unfettered; Intelligence 4, Divination 1, 5k4. (5d10b4)[5][2][3][6][8](24) Spoiler Hide Used the Die Roller wrong. The total is 22. Right, this was unexpected. It seemed they had inadvertently stumbled into some dangerous situation." Um, we never got any distress signal. This is just a private transport who was hoping to dock into your ship. We weren't aware of any conflict." Originally Posted by soir8 Spoiler Hide Used the Die Roller wrong. The total is 22. Spoiler Hide Apparently, a warship of some kind has appeared near Drama, jamming most of the blockade's systems and refusing to respond to hailing attempts. This man, one Commander Nathan Leonardo, attempted to send a distress signal to nearby Alliance Military, but the signal was blocked before it could reach them. Drama is not undermanned, but the warship that is headed for them is almost definitely going to be able to ram through the blockade without much trouble. Originally Posted by Midboss Right, this was unexpected. It seemed they had inadvertently stumbled into some dangerous situation. "Um, we never got any distress signal. This is just a private transport who was hoping to dock into your ship. We weren't aware of any conflict." The commander blinks." No one ever just COMES to Drama. Who ARE you people?!" The ancient Kobold spoke, his eyes staring directly into those of the commander. All of a sudden it was hard to imagine that he could ever have been asleep." We just happen to be the people who can solve your problem, Commander. Our dear friend the ship's captain may not have been aware of your situation here, but I assure you, I am. What is the E.T.A. of the incoming warship?" Sorry for multihost Sorry for multihost The commander's eyes widen." How did you...? An hour, two at most." Spoiler Hide Soir8's browser isn't working so he's asked me to post this on his behalf. Mr. Sand nodded slowly." Then we have plenty of time. I have a plan to prevent the warship from breaking through, if you're willing to hear it." The old Kobold spoke softly and steadily in a voice of comfort and reassurance. His eyes sparkled, squinting up at the commander in a genteel smile. His hands were politely folded over the walking stick rested on his knees. Spoiler Hide I make a charm test, to charm him into trusting me. Charisma 4, Charm 3, and if I get to use my Genteel charisma specialty for this, I roll 8k5 (8d10)[3][4][9][7][6][4][8][4](45) The Commander nods, "By all means." Mr. Sand nods." Then here's our strategy, commander. We'll need two lines of defense, formed up in rings around the incoming craft's trajectory to concentrate as much firepower on it as possible. The first ring will simply focus on raw power; we need to make the ship want to accelerate through our defenses as fast as it can. Meanwhile, the second ring shall move into position to bombard the accelerated ship with monopoly torpedoes. With compromised maneuverability, they'll have no choice but to keep moving in a straight line at full speed. This is where our failsafe comes in. Assuming, as you have, that we will lack the raw firepower to stop the warship from breaking through our lines, we will position one of your largest ships behind the lines, out of range of enemy sensors. Preferably, the ship should be fitted with a ramming prow. Once disabled by our second line of defense, the ramming ship, with only a skeleton crew, will accelerate on a head-on collision course in line with the enemy's trajectory, as calculated based on readings from the second line. I understand if you are perhaps hesitant to waste a warship in such a way; be assured, I will personally reimburse you for the damage. The crash should be enough to disable the ship; if not, it should be slowed, and the shields should be down. Just before the point of impact, a small strike team will launch a shuttle from the ramming ship, in order to board what remains of the enemy vessel and take control. I humbly suggest that my esteemed associates lead the strike team, as they are eminently capable. I will remain here, to oversee the mission; in my frail old age, I fear such heroics are well past me." The commander listens patiently." Your plan would be sound, except for one thing. We don't have that many ships to throw at it. We have two fighters, one drop-ship, and your cruiser." For a moment, Mr Sand is alarmed. He had not thought the defenses would be so thin. Clearly, the situation was even worse than he had expected." Then we must find a different way to make this work." He closed his eyes, his head bent forward over his hands, which he had again steepled in concentration." We can use the same principle, only now we must work with greater care and precision. The drop-ship shall be our ramming vessel; if you can, have it fitted with a ramming prow within the next hour. The two fighters will be loaded with monopoly torpedoes, and shall act as our sole static line of defense." He opened his eyes, and turned his head to face Jane." Would you feel confident in bringing the Calamity Trigger deeper past our lines, to flank the warship as it approaches and panic them into accelerating before the fighters launch their monopoly torpedoes?" Then to Chandra;"And would you be willing to lead the strike team hidden aboard the drop-ship? I will send two of my elite guard to accompany you. You already know them well." Leaning towards the commander, he speaks in a lowered voice;"The two of us must speak when this situation has been dealt with. What's happening here is too important, and you're too under-equipped. I intend to help remedy that." Jane analyzed the situation and the kobold's plans. There were some ideas, but she could think of problems, depending on the nature of the enemy force." I may have some alterations to suggest to the course of action. What size enemy ship are we talking of here ? And how about the nature of the crew ?" "The ship is only slightly smaller than Drama itself, a massive warship. We don't know who is manning it." "Understood." Analysis:Theoretical:- Enemy ship superior current abilities to Drama.- High probability of optimum crew number.- Function of ship: combat and raiding, high probability of combat proficient crew and assorted marine contingent Recommended course of action: retreat. Course undesirable as lack of necessary supplies for return trip. Low probability current navigator favorable to plan. Incompatible with current personal plans. Practical:- Complete destruction of cruiser unrealistic- Neutralization of mobility better course of action. Possible targets: > destruction of command bridge> Destruction of generator> Destruction of engines Possible secondary targets:> Source of ship's ECM abilities> Commanding Officer> Survival systems"I have another plan to suggest. Destroying the approaching ship isn't necessary. Only their mobility and jamming ability are the priority targets. If both these objectives are accomplished, we will be able to summon reinforcements to finish it before it can move again. The calamity trigger can force its way into the dock if assisted by the fighters and deliver a strike team equipped with explosives to neutralize these two capacities. The generator is the optimal target but the command bridge and engines are possibilities too. Speed is essential as numbers would make a drawn out engagement to our disfavor. Two strike teams would be the optimum. How many combat personnel do we have available ?" Spoiler Hide IOC: I wanted to use this post to show how Jane, who is a machine after all, actually thinks. I feel it helps flesh (probably not the best term under the circumstances) her out. Mr. Sand remained outwardly composed, but his mind was reeling. He had never imagined the enemy ship could possibly be so huge, on top of their own forces being so limited. Thank goodness the robot girl displayed such a keen mind for battle herself. Her plan was daring; the only other approach he could think of was to let the ship pass and follow it to its destination, but that was even riskier and smacked of cowardice to boot. Mr. Sand was shrewd, but he had never been a coward." Your stratagem is an admirable one, young lady. But we will still need to penetrate the ship's shields in order to dock. The fighter and the drop-ship should be fitted with forgone weapons, if possible. The Calamity Trigger should only be brought into the fight when the shields have taken some damage; the drop-ship's ramming attack may still need to be used if we are to break through to the docking bay. Our only hope is to break through their shields and board before they can destroy us." "At this time, we have about 70 active soldiers on board." "Then we have the beginning of a plan. I shall require at least three five-man teams, double if you can spare the men. That way we will be able to split and strike two targets at the same time. The third team would guard the boarding ship. We shall need to make it inside the ship before knowing the location of our objectives. We shall also require explosives in addition to the men. I can have the ship ready again for liftoff in half an hour at most." The Commander nods." My ship, and my men, are in your hands. But, you never did answer me... who are you?" I really wish I had the answer." I am Jane Doe, just a pilot and professional bounty hunter." "And my name is Chandra. I suppose you could call me an adventurer of sorts. Pleased to make your acquaintance, commander." "Oh yes forgot to add, lady Chandra and mister Sand along with his followers are my passengers. We have a small arrangement." Mr. Sand smiles up at the commander wearily." I'm just an old retired businessman, commander. But I'll help you in any way I can, and offer the services of my retinue." This done, Jane left the command room to prepare her ship once more for take off. "Deep, Free, accompany Ms Doe. Obey any orders she gives you." He smiled at Jane as she left." Good luck, Jane dear!" He turned to Chandra;"And which of your many remarkable talents might you intend to make use of in this adventure?" I'll go and assist Jane and your boys once she's readied the ship for take-off. What about you, old man?she adds with a wry, playful smile which belies their excellent rapport." You intend to hide away here and miss all the fun?" "That is precisely my intention. At my age, fun becomes rather hazardous." He turned his head towards the commander." May I have access to one of your communications consoles? There is some business to which I wish to attend." Originally Posted by soir8 "That is precisely my intention. At my age, fun becomes rather hazardous." He turned his head towards the commander. "May I have access to one of your communications consoles? There is some business to which I wish to attend." The commander shrugs." Like I said, our communications on Drama are being blocked, but your ship should still be able to broadcast a signal." The little old Kobold harrumphed, and struck the arm of his wheelchair feebly with his fist." Drat. Of course. Then it seems I must put myself at risk of fun after all. Zara, Tool; back to the Calamity Trigger! I have to make a call." Spoiler Hide Using the Calamity Trigger's communications, Mr. Sand puts out a call to any mercenary forces within 2 hours of our co-ordinates to join the battle against the approaching warship. Rolling Wealth; (5d10)[5][9][5][9][8](36) Spoiler Hide I roll for wealth strain if the TN is over 25 and I succeed. (1d10)[8] Edit:Spoiler Hide I add 2 to the result if the test TN is 35, giving me a 10, which causes me to permanently lose 1 point of wealth. Since I like being super-rich, I spend a hero point to add a raise to the result of the wealth test, reducing the wealth strain penalty so that instead I treat my next acquisition test as though my wealth is 2 lower. Refueling was now complete. Jane was making a checklist in her cockpit, making sure the ship would be ready for take off. She could hear Mister Sand trying to scramble some mercenary reinforcements, although she had doubts there were any close enough to arrive here on time. She took extra care in her shields and armaments checks as those would be highly required for the upcoming operation. The Calamity Trigger was equipped to provide some light ground support for HLZs and to handle dogfights. Anything beyond that she would have to rely on the fighters coming with them. She certainly had no weapon able to pose any real threat to a capital ship, hence why a hit-and-run boarding attack was the only realistic solution. Originally Posted by soir8 Spoiler Hide I roll for wealth strain if the TN is over 25 and I succeed. [roll0] Edit: Spoiler Hide I add 2 to the result if the test TN is 35, giving me a 10, which causes me to permanently lose 1 point of wealth. Since I like being super-rich, I spend a hero point to add a raise to the result of the wealth test, reducing the wealth strain penalty so that instead I treat my next acquisition test as though my wealth is 2 lower. You get a response. One, a lone ship, likely manned by less than a dozen men. Nevertheless, a quick response from a man's voice says: "We're on our way, Drama. We'll meet you on the attack run." "We'll see you there. And you'd best be worth what you're charging, sonny." The transaction done with, Mr. Sand retired to his cabin for an hour's meditation to resolve the paradox created by his subtle use of mystic energies. Whilst meditating, he had his guards go through warm-up drills in preparation for combat. Weapons were cleaned and checked, and Tool was given some fresh oil. The commander comes over the radio inside the hangar." The other fighters are ready to go. Godspeed, Calamity Trigger." Closing Ramp." All passengers are advised to sit and put on your seatbelts. There may be turbulences." Jane proceeded through the checklist. She wanted to be sure the ship was ready for war. Generator... Check. Engines... Check.RADAR... Check. Shields... Check. Lascannons... Check. Missiles... Check. Beginning take-off procedure. The engines of the Calamity turned to life as the ship was slowly exiting the Drama. Once out it space, it gained speed and advanced to the plan rendezvous point with the mercenaries. As you arrive at the meeting point, a small cruiser coasts in as well. It identifies itself as the Harrowing Dawn, a mercenary vessel out of Sigil. With the forces from Drama in tow, you are ready to begin your attack run. Jane initiated contact with the mercenary ship and spoke:"Our objective is as follows. We will create a breach in one of the upcoming's ship's docking bays. From there, we will conduct a road on the ship's reactors, engines or command bridge depending on configuration and opportunity. As we do not know the pattern of the upcoming ship so we'll have to improvise once we get near it." "I copy you, Calamity Trigger. Let's take 'em out." You soon come upon the attacking ship. It's huge, greatly larger than the space heap of Drama that you just left. As you approach, no fighters scramble and no LAZ-cannons fire. In fact, the battleship doesn't even respond to your presence. It continues chugging on towards Drama, it's hangar bays wide open. This was not what she expected. No countermeasures, no attacks, nothing. Was anyone home ? She had to check." All units, do not initiate hostilities for the moment. I'm going for a closer look." The Calamity Trigger flew closer to the mysterious ship, a couple of searchlights coming on and examining it. She searched for any window to look through for signs of life or activity. Inside, the ship is dark. The hangars are brightly lit, but empty, with no crew or ships filling them. That was more and more suspicious... could it be ?" Calamity Trigger to Drama. We need to Revaluate our mission parameters. The ship appears deserted from the outside. We may have a... a space hulk." Originally Posted by Midboss That was more and more suspicious... could it be ? "Calamity Trigger to Drama. We need to Revaluate our mission parameters. The ship appears deserted from the outside. We may have a... a space hulk." "That's a negative, Calamity Trigger. Abandoned or not, that thing is headed straight for us. Without disabling its engines, it will drive straight through us. We don't have the capability to get out of the way." "Then we proceed with the plan; disabling the engines is our first priority. Perhaps we should split up; one team to the engines, another to the bridge to work out what's happened here." "Indeed... preparing for landing. Message to fighters, please remain out of theoretical range of ship weapons should it suddenly go active." The Calamity Trigger entered the hanger. Jane couldn't quite figure why, but she couldn't help but feel like she was stepping in the jaw of a large predator. Once landed, she deployed the blast doors over the cockpit's windows and went to rendezvous with the team next to the ramp. "I suggest we leave a fire team to guard the ship. In the meanwhile, we'll have two teams explore the ship. One will attempt to head to the control bridge and see if the ship's course can be altered or stopped. The other will search for the engines and prepare them for demolition. I highly recommend we be on guard at all time. We do not know what could be hiding inside that ship." Tool hissed into motion in a sorrowfully ugly clanking symphony, pushing the wheelchair with it's withered reptile passenger towards the ship's exit. Mr. Sand's feeble arm rose, the palm of his hand flat in a halting gesture. Tool stopped immediately." The young lady is absolutely right. Free, go take a gander at what use you can make of our new mercenary friends. Pick out a couple of them to help you guard the ships. Keep an eye on Mathews, if you can. You never know, he may turn out to have some use. And call in with Deep immediately if trouble finds you. Deep, you're coming with me. We'll make our way towards the bridge. Zara, you look after our dear Ms. Jane... Speaking of whom, let us join her in welcoming the new help." As you exit the ship, the mercenary vessel, covered in grime and sears, skids to a stop nearby. The hatch opens and three humans exits. Two are wearing full-body combat gear, while the third wears a bulletproof vest and torn jeans. The third walks over to your group." Name's Smith. Those two are Oswald and Jenkins. We're at your service, so long as the credits flow. What kind of opposition are we expecting, captain? Doesn't look like much has been in this place for a long while, some of the lights up top are burnt out,"Smith points up with an assault rifle, gesturing to the handful of darkened lights. "Nature and level of threats are unknown. For all practical purposes, we appear to be in a space hulk. I will lead the team to the bridge. I can from there interface with the systems and see what can be done. Miss Chandra, would you mind leading the team going for the engines ? We should ensure to try and remain in contact through the whole operation when possible." It would be my pleasure, Jane. Who will be joining my party? Will a technical specialist be required in order to take out the engines or will good old-fashioned force suffice? "I was going to recommend using remote explosives on strategic places to go for maximum damage." Smith jumps in." Oswald served seven years in the Alliance Forces Assault Teams, he's about as good as we got for demo. Jenkins is our pilot and tech guy, he might be able to help out on the bridge." "That would work. In this case, we can begin our exploration. Good luck." Planning now over, Jane upholstered her bolt pistols." Initiating hunt protocol." She then begins walking towards the bays exit, her eyes scanning every possible ambush point along the way. She does not limit her searching to her level and often checks the floor and ceiling for any anomaly. Mr. Sand and his retinue begin following Jane. Mr Sand looks back at Free guarding the ship, then at Deep and Zara walking in front of and to either side of him, weapons at the ready and eyes constantly roving over every detail of their surroundings. Then he looks at Jane's formidable-looking pistols, and glances back at Chandra, barely armored, barely armed, and left by herself to lead a ragtag party of dubious mercenaries he had enlisted at the last minute. Her company had been pleasant on the long journey here, and she was brave, intelligent and full of spunk. She had recognized him, as he had her after a quick scan of her thoughts, but had kept quiet about his true identity. And if not for him agreeing to bring her along, she would not be in this perilous situation." On second thought, Zara, I think Jane and I are quite adequately protected. You aid the lovely Chandra in her demolition mission." Oswald and Smith return to their ship for a moment, then return with a sealed crate. They go with the demo team. Jenkins sighs, and goes with the team towards the bridge." Based on the class of the vessel, we should be fairly close to a lift that can take us right to the bridge. The red one, down there." Jenkins points down the hallway to a trio of elevators, two black and one red.Meanwhile, on the way to the Engine Room... Oswald and Smith spend the walk through the darkened hallways silent, their rifles at the ready with one hand while carrying the crate with the other." I've got a bad feeling about this..." Smith mutters "On second thought, Zara, I think Jane and I are quite adequately protected. You aid the lovely Chandra in her demolition mission." "Thank you, kind sir. Zara's battle prowess will be most welcome should we encounter any trouble." Sephandra replies, smiling earnestly at Mr Sand then at Zara in turn." Okay, let's do this. After you, gentlemen..." Oswald and Smith nod and begin walking, crate in tow. Zara darts forward to join them and Chandra follows at the rear, looking alert yet completely calm and collected. Without the need for any communication the group from a natural diamond formation around the crate and proceed with caution towards the engine room, ever wary, ever watchful. Jane acknowledged Jenkins's expertise and made her way, still cautiously, to the red lift. Once there, she waits for the rest of her group and locates the controls to bring it up to their destination. Mr. Sand was wheeled into the elevator, followed by Deep, who backed in with Laguna poised. He closed his eyes, trusting that his men would stay alert for him. He looked like a tired old man beginning to doze. Time to find out if these mercenaries were trustworthy. As the lift doors closed, his mind focused. Spoiler Hide He uses Detect Thoughts on Jenkins, casting unfettered and spending 1 mote to make the casting undetectable, to check for treacherous intent. My roll is Intelligence + Divination (5k4). (5d10)[9][2][7][2][7](27) Spoiler Hide The specific question I want the answer to (since I rolled 25), is "do the mercenaries plan treachery?" Originally Posted by soir8 Spoiler Hide The specific question I want the answer to (since I rolled 25), is "do the mercenaries plan treachery?" Spoiler Hide One thing is for sure, and that is that Jenkins surely isn't, and doesn't know of any. As for Smith and Oswald, that remains to be seen. As the elevator rises, Mr. Sand sits, eyes closed, motionless, and hums a simple, light-hearted tune. As if bored, he sighs, scratches his knee, then scratches his ankle with the tip of his cane. Then, as though the thought had just occurred to him, he asks;"So, Jenkins dear boy. How long have you been with that motley rag-tag band of scallywags, a?" Originally Posted by soir8 As the elevator rises, Mr. Sand sits, eyes closed, motionless, and hums a simple, light-hearted tune. As if bored, he sighs, scratches his knee, then scratches his ankle with the tip of his cane. Then, as though the thought had just occurred to him, he asks; "So, Jenkins dear boy. How long have you been with that motley rag-tag band of scallywags, a?" Jenkins looks over at Sand." About three years. My brother and I signed up with Smith after he and a few others saved the merchant vessel we were serving on." "Well doesn't he sound a spiffing chap. I'm sure a man of such courage and nobility of spirit will prove my money well spent. Wouldn't you say, Deep?" From beneath his helmet visor, the diminutive soldier barked a brief "Sir." Sand nodded. The small mercenary crew had a few years together. If they were crooks, they'd all be crooks. Chances were he might actually be dealing with honest men here. A merchant vessel. So you're not exactly a combat veteran. Originally Posted by soir8 "Well doesn't he sound a spiffing chap. I'm sure a man of such courage and nobility of spirit will prove my money well spent. Wouldn't you say, Deep?" From beneath his helmet visor, the diminutive soldier barked a brief "Sir." Sand nodded. The small mercenary crew had a few years together. If they were crooks, they'd all be crooks. Chances were he might actually be dealing with honest men here. A merchant vessel. So you're not exactly a combat veteran. Jenkins shakes his head as the lift ascends." Negative. Before our service as merchant guards, we both were in active duty of the Alliance Military." As Jenkins finishes, the lift arrives at the bridge. The bridge is empty, as pristine as the rest of the battleship. As you walk in, lights turn on and terminals boot up. Well that was most ominous. The place was intact and functioning. No traces of battle, no destruction, no falling apart. What happened to the crew ? She slowly moved forward, scanning the bridge for any ambush. Once satisfied, she looks for the command console and switches it on. The command console turns on. The screen starts flashing words. Booting... Logging In... Welcome to the Alliance Ultimatum, Alliance Battle-Cruiser! How may we assist you, captain? A blinking cursor hovers below the prompt. "Alliance cruiser... this is unexpected. Is anyone here familiar with the name ?" She typed in the system for some sort of log to consult. Perhaps that could shed some light on the situation. Jenkins shrugs." No vessel I ever heard of." The computer brings up another set of text:Showing "Logs" -Captain's Log -Engineering Log -Ship Log Jane opened up the captain's log first. Time to hear what he had to say. "Alliance Ultimatum... Hamm..." Mr. Sand muttered under his breath, eyes focused intently on the screen of the command console. Spoiler Hide I roll Common Lore to see if I recognize the name. 7k4. (7d4)[4][2][1][2][3][3][4](19) "...nope. Doesn't ring any bells. My bells must be getting rusty." Originally Posted by soir8 "Alliance Ultimatum... Hamm..." Mr. Sand muttered under his breath, eyes focused intently on the screen of the command console. Spoiler Hide I roll Common Lore to see if I recognize the name. 7k4. [roll0] The name is unfamiliar to you. Originally Posted by Midboss Jane opened up the captain's log first. Time to hear what he had to say. A man's voice comes through the console's speakers:"Captain's log, Drama. The Ultimatum is passing Drama on it's classified mission for the Alliance Military. We were sent to investigate the threat of another demon attack from the Abyss. To any who have found these logs, abandon and destroy the Ultimatum as soon as possible. I don't know what we're going up against, but it sure not to be good. Signing off, Captain Daniel C. Smith." The audio log pauses. Well, at least this space hulk was being honest about being a harbinger of doom. Others were ambiguous, but this one was upfront about it." Nice of him to warn us.... Better make it fast." She liked for the next part of the log. "The Ultimatum is now within the Abyss, coming near the shattered planet of Pretoria. Our mission to recover the package has been uninterrupted so far, but I expect that as soon as we leave Pretoria, we will attract more attention. Our sister ship, The Alliance Far treader, has lost communication with us. We can still see it off the starboard side, but we have received no communications. In addition, we're now out of reach of Drama's communications. Food sup-"In the background of the audio recording, there is a crash, an explosion, and yells of panic. The audiology pauses again. "A package... I dread to thing what was important enough for them to send not one ship but two to the abyss." But the log mentioned how they were out of reach of Drama's communications. Did that mean the captain back there knew more that he was letting on. Some investigation would need to be done once this mission was over. Too many loose ends. She pressed to see if anything followed. If not, the ship log would follow. The man's voice comes through the speakers again." Something has found its way onto the ship. As I speak, the remainder of my crew is boarding all away ships and heading back to Drama. It was pointless to tell them that none of the fighters carries enough fuel to get back that far. Once they leave, I plan on crashing the Ultimatum on Pretoria, where hopefully it will be destroyed, leaving no traces. On the topic of our attacker, I have no information. It is utterly ruthless, but possesses a degree of stealth that we have never encountered from demons. If you are listening to these logs, then I am most likely dead. If you are listening to them on the Ultimatum, then you'll most likely be joining me soon. Run, and destroy the ship at all costs." The log ends, and as it does, a beep comes from a console. Jenkins rushes over, then looks to Jane and Sand, confused." Hate to interrupt, but we're being hailed.--Meanwhile, in Engineering--The second team arrives near the engines without incident." Alright, let's get these bombs strapped!" Oswald calls out as he pops open the case." What the?!" Inside the case, there are no explosives. Instead, there is a simple hologram projector and a blue button labelled: "Accept Call". "That's not good..." A stealth enemy on board this ship. Could be anywhere. She pulled out her pistols and scanned the bridge once again." Warn the others right now. We may have a stealthy and very dangerous foe on board. Have the boarding crafts on lockdown too ! If I were this thing, I'd try and sneak onboard our craft." Once being told they were being hailed, she also walks ti the console and switches the comm on:"Hum.... hello ?" Mr. Sand spoke to his bodyguard Deep." Call in with Zara and Free. Tell them there is something on board with powerful stealth capabilities, and I want an update on our situation on all fronts. Warn Free to be extra vigilant in guarding the ship; in fact, have him and Mathews check all the ship's systems for sabotage." He then turned his head towards Jane;"We should return to the Calamity Trigger at once, Ms. Doe. I fear there is nothing more we can do here but put ourselves at risk." "We still need to stop this ship I'm afraid Mr Sand. We either need to stop the engines from here or let Ms Chandra's team put the bombs on the engines." A new voice comes over the speakers, blaring in your ears." Hello there, Calamity Trigger. Let's see, who do we have on the bridge. What an odd group. Ranger Meet, fast-food mogul. Such a shame, your estrangement from the Magician's Guild. But you followed it up with such success! I must say, I wish I could say that I didn't expect YOU of all people to end up here, but I honestly did. And "Jane Doe". What a sham. What has it been, six years? No, five? Yes, that's about right. Mercenaries? Ah, Oswald and Jenkins Thaddeus, the hitmen with hearts of gold! And... ooh, a hidden identity. Oh, I don't think I'll tell you his name. Mr. Smith is a good enough pseudonym for now. And a certain sorceress. What a shame about Lord Orion, really, I hear they were very close." The voice pauses." I'm rambling on, aren't I? So, you've found the Ultimatum. How are you going to stop it? Oh, and your one man short now. Jenkins should have listened more carefully to the captain's log." The voice chuckles. Andnowthey had a problem. Their enemy had declared themselves and seemed remarkably well-informed about her and her companions. A part of her mind did notice that its information about her didn't know anymore about her past than she did. This suggested either a mind reader or someone whose information gathering had been relatively recent. Either way, not as omnipotent as it would have them believe. Changing mission parameters:- Objective 1: Survive-Objective 2: Neutralize Ultimatum's Mobility-Objective 3: Evacuate Secondary objectives:- Attempt to identify entity-Attempt to gather information it might have. Her analysis was cut short when it made its final declaration. No sooner had it said the name of Jenkins that she turned his way, weapons pointed at him. Thinking back to the words of the Captain's log, wondering what relevance it might have to Jenkins, one name lit up in Mr. Sand's mind; Smith." Jenkins means us no harm, Jane; this I will attest to. But I think he himself may have been deceived." He then turned his head to Deep." Call Zara. Tell him to shoot Smith immediately." Jenkins, who was standing near the command console, has disappeared. Deez pipes up." Communications are being jammed, sir. We can't contact the rest of our team from here." Calculating current situation. Unknown entity threat level.... A+, possibly S level foe. Direct confrontation undesirable. She needed more information to proceed. She went once again in the captain's command console and looked at what she could control from here. Maybe she could still stop the ship, if only to gain time. The command console's command screen pops open, promising all sorts of system control at your fingertips. Instead, all that the ship yields to you is a pixelated smiley face, and a single word, "SABBATH"." Nice try, Jane, darling. But it appears the Ultimatum requires more direct methods. "A virus... how expected." Not the least bit concerned about this development she decided to take a more direct route, albeit not the one people were expecting. Her right arm opens up and several prehensile cables plug themselves in different ports. To those observing it becomes clearer just how mechanical Jane is. Under the supposed skin of her arm can be seen bones made of a shining golden metal. Around those, servos and artificial muscles enable the movements of said arm. Many of you now believe that Jane may simply be a complete machine rather than simply a cybernetic augmented person. Initiating connection to terminal.... Internal firewalls active.... Enabling Icebreaker protocol.......... Spoiler Hide IOC: using Jane's MID to try and hack the command console. Assuming the roll is int + tech I roll 7k3 dice (3 for int, 3 for tech use and 1 for the MID). Roll: Roll(7d10)+0:2,9,6,7,6,1,3,+0 keeping the 9 6 and 7 for a 22. With a click, the access menu opens up. -Engineering -Fire Control -Life Support -Self Destruct Sequence Accessing Engineering Subsystems. Activating breaker runtime systems. Reinforcing Firewalls 5, 13 and 57. Warning: Countermeasures detected in ports 82 and 97. Initiating worms. Launching Probes in ports 25, 42, 78 and 108. Accessing mainframe Key Required Initiating magenta algorithms being analyzed... Key Generated... Key successful Systems Now accessible Well things had just gotten a lot simpler. The being in presumed control of the ship definitely wasn't as almighty as it wanted them to believe. Probably a stealth and electronics expert. Threat level evaluated to B, possibly C. She went into the engineering control section. She needs to warn the rest of the party before initiating the self-destruct system. She tried to take control of the security cameras and intercoms. Those wouldn't be jammed. In Engineering, Jane can see the events unfolding: Oswald and Smith standing on either side of an open case that lacks explosives, and is rather equipped with an inactive hologram projector. No explosives in the box... what were Smith and Oswald playing at ? Of no relevance right now. She switched on the intercom and spoke through it:"To the boarding party in the Engineering, the is Jane. I have temporary control of the vessel and will initiate self-destruct sequence. Please evacuate to the boarding vessels right now. Be warned that hostile presence has been confirmed in ship. It utilizes stealth and is apparently able to strike with near impunity, proceed with extreme caution." An idea formed in her mind as she spoke. She seized control of the fire control system and activated the sprinklers. That should make tracking their foe easier. As Jane's message finished ringing through the intercom, and water began to soak the Engine room, Chandra, for the first time in a long time, began to look concerned. This hostile presence sounded extremely dangerous and could be anywhere on the ship. For all she knew it could even be a member of her party; after all, she had only just met Oswald and Smith and knew very little about them. To avoid getting completely drenched she opened up her parasol which, as well as acting as a focus for her magic and looking rather elegant, conveniently doubled up as an umbrella in situations such as this." Well, men, I don't know what happened to the explosives, but fortunately it seems Jane has found another means of halting the ship. Let's get to the boarding vessels as quickly as possible. This hostile presence, whatever it is, doesn't sound like someone we want to meet. Then, in her softest, meekest voice she added,"... You won't let it hurt me, will you?" A lifetime of manipulation had taught her that this, along with a flutter of the eyelashes or a flash of cleavage, was enough to charm any man and bend him to her whims. Spoiler Hide Roll charm attempt on Oswald and Smith, attempting to motivate them to protect her to the best of their ability and/or not harm her (Specialty: Seductive). Roll 9k4: 9–2–3–1–1–1–9–5–9. Keep 9, 9, 5, 9. Total 32. Let's adopt a diamond formation with me at the rear, and for goodness' sake, stay alert." Satisfied with the warning of the boarding party, she now prepared to initiate the self-destruct process. She made sure to calculate the optimum timing for the countdown. She needed enough time for everyone to leave the ship, allowing for unforeseen complications but needed to make sure that the ship was destroyed before it reached dangerous proximity to the Drama. Not only the ship but any potential debris for its explosion had to be accounted for too. Originally Posted by Father_Leonard As Jane's message finished ringing through the intercom, and water began to soak the Engine room, Chandra, for the first time in a long time, began to look concerned. This hostile presence sounded extremely dangerous and could be anywhere on the ship. For all she knew it could even be a member of her party; after all, she had only just met Oswald and Smith and knew very little about them. To avoid getting completely drenched she opened up her parasol which, as well as acting as a focus for her magic and looking rather elegant, conveniently doubled up as an umbrella in situations such as this. "Well, men, I don't know what happened to the explosives, but fortunately it seems Jane has found another means of halting the ship. Let's get to the boarding vessels as quickly as possible. This hostile presence, whatever it is, doesn't sound like someone we want to meet. Then, in her softest, meekest voice she added,"... You won't let it hurt me, will you?" A lifetime of manipulation had taught her that this, along with a flutter of the eyelashes or a flash of cleavage, was enough to charm any man and bend him to her whims. Spoiler Hide Roll charm attempt on Oswald and Smith, attempting to motivate them to protect her to the best of their ability and/or not harm her (Specialty: Seductive). Roll 9k4: 9–2–3–1–1–1–9–5–9. Keep 9, 9, 5, 9. Total 32. Let's adopt a diamond formation with me at the rear, and for goodness' sake, stay alert." Smith puffs up and holds his rifle protectively." Let's go, nothing's going to get by us! Right Os?" Oswald doesn't seem as enthusiastic, but nods and starts to lead the group back to the boarding ships at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, Jane has discovered that she has just enough time to get off the Ultimatum at a run if she turns on the self-destruct now, and it should deflect most of the debris around Drama to boot. Before imputing the command, she gave a warning to her present allies:"I hope you're all ready to run, sadly the fuse on this option isn't really long... I'd advise someone to carry mister Sand, my apologies we really need to run." Once everybody was ready for the imminent mad rush, she engaged the self-destruct sequence." Everyone, run !" Mr Sand had far too much dignity to be carried; instead, he gripped tightly to the arms of his wheelchair and commanded both Deep and Tool to do his running for him. On reflection, he should have stayed on the Calamity Trigger in the first place. Damn his own curiosity. Both parties, sans Jenkins, run into the hangar bay." Jenkins? Where is he?" Oswald shouts over the sirens as the crews rush towards the ships. Smith scowls as wipes some water out of his eyes, and then pulls up short." There!" he shouts Standing between the two ships, his arms folded, is whom you assume to be Jenkins, still covered in body armor." LeavingsoSOON?" a voice booms from Jenkins' helmet. It seems oddly mixed, half the voice of Jenkins and half the voice of the being over the intercom. "Deep! Zara! Get in front of me!" The two elite Kobold warriors rush to protect their master, placing themselves between him and the ominous figure, weapons primed and ready. Spoiler Hide Detect Thoughts, to find out if Jenkins is still in there, casting unfettered. 5k4. (5d10)[7][6][10][2][2](27) I choose not to keep the exploding die, since a glimpse of surface thoughts is all I need. So, 17. Priority target detected. Analysis:- Appears to be possessing Jenkins's body. Possible body stealing ability or mind control.- Neutralizing Jenkins of little use. Entity likely to possess other individual. Objective:- Keep entity occupied while ships power up. Entity will perish when ships self-destructs. Unlikely to have large range in ability." Get the ships started. We don't have much time." She doesn't signal any more of her plan, not wanting to alert the entity to her projects. She points her weapons at Jenkins, taking aim at him. Initiating Virtual Assisted Targeting System. Spoiler Hide Taking an aim action while waiting to see what "Jenkins" will do next. Sand Spoiler Hide As a general statement, Jenkins is now dead. You read no thoughts from him, and without the entity possessing him he would most likely be of slightly less use than a pile of dirt. "Jenkins" reaches towards the ceiling." This place is going to blow, gentlemen. I'd better hurry up."he turns on his heel, and starts walking up the boarding ramp of the ship the mercenaries arrived at. That thing couldn't be let to escape this place:"Initiating Termination Protocol." With those words, both bolt pistols fired at the same time, aimed squarely at "Jenkins"'s back. Spoiler Hide Attack roll 1: 4 (ballistics) + 1 (pistols) + 1 (prof bolt) + 1 (aim) - 2 (multiple attacks + ambidextrous): Roll(5d10)+0: 5,6,9,6,2,+0 Total:28 Attack roll 2: 4 (ballistics) + 1 (pistols) + 1 (prof bolt) + 1 (aim) - 2 (multiple attacks + ambidextrous): Roll(5d10)+0: 8,3,1,9,6,+0 Total:27 At the same time, having reached the same conclusion as Jane, Chandra forcefully yells the word "FREEZE!" at the entity. Spoiler Hide Chandra casts Command spell unfettered. Roll 6k5: 8–3–8–2–3–8. Total 30. Jenkins turns at the words, and is then momentarily frozen in place, then both rounds thump into his chest, knocking him over and onto his back. Then he sits up." I think we can agree that we both want the same thing here, ladies. That is, to escape the ship that will be self-destructing in mere moments. If you wish to fight me and die, I will be more than happy to oblige you, however if we dilly-dally with squabbles like this it doesn't matter who's stronger, a self-destruct sequence tends to be an equalizer." "You've stolen the body of one of my employees, creature. And you have caused me great inconvenience." Mr. Sand sat hunched forward in his wheelchair, his eyes narrowed in anger. Zara and Deep open fire. Spoiler Hide Both firing Full Auto Burst; 8k4 to hit, using Laguna (60m range, S/3, 3k2 E damage, Pen 0) I'm using my own dice, if you don't mind, since the forum dice roller isn't really ideal for this game. Zara: 42 Deep: 46 Originally Posted by soir8 "You've stolen the body of one of my employees, creature. And you have caused me great inconvenience." Mr. Sand sat hunched forward in his wheelchair, his eyes narrowed in anger. Zara and Deep open fire. Spoiler Hide Both firing Full Auto Burst; 8k4 to hit, using Laguna (60m range, S/3, 3k2 E damage, Pen 0) I'm using my own dice, if you don't mind, since the forum dice roller isn't really ideal for this game. Zara: 42 Deep: 46 Spoiler Hide I'd appreciate it if you'd use the forum roller anyway, even if it takes multiple posts. "Jenkins" is once again knocked flat, the bullets riddling his body. Once again, "Jenkins" sits back up." Do you really wish to die this way, fools? Flying through space, incinerated? Is one life lost really worth all of your own deaths? Analysis: destruction of entity before self-destruct unlikely. Tactical options:retreat and let entity leave retreat and destroy transport ship with Calamity Trigger After calculating options in her head, she spoke with her mechanical voice, walking towards the Calamity Trigger's ramp, weapons still pointed at "Jenkins":"Probability of destroying entity before self-destruct over low. Retreat is advised. Calamity Trigger lift off imminent. Please board now." She doesn't stay to wait for others opinion on the matter, considering the calculation obvious. Once inside the ship, she runs to the cockpit and plugs herself in, preparing for a hot lift-off. At the same time, weapon systems power up. She doubted the entity was an accomplished pilot, or at least enough to dodge homing missiles. Mr. Sand's mouth twitched as he fought to maintain his composure. The entity seemed to think fear of death would shake him, and cause him to forget the creature's transgressions. But Mr. Sand had never been one to forget or forgive easily. He would not allow the creature to make it onto the mercenary ship." Fall back to the Calamity Trigger, men. But keep a bead on 'Jenkins'. Punish every move that thing makes." Spoiler Hide I spend a mote to use my Night Caste ability when casting Detect Thoughts; I wish to find out what the entity's greatest fear looks like. I push the spell, adding +3 to my magic school rating, for a roll of 8k4. Results: 2,3,5,5,7,8,9,18. I choose to keep the 4 highest, for a total of 42. Because I kept a 9, I must immediately unravel 1 point of paradox. I roll for Psychic Phenomena to unravel the paradox (rolling twice, since I'm an Atlanta); 99 and 5. I choose to keep the effect of 5 (warp echoes: for a few seconds, all noise causes echoes, regardless of the surroundings). Furthermore, I also roll Psychic Phenomena, with a +15 modifiers, for pushing the spell; 47 and 87. Furthermore, I keep the 47 (Bloody Tears; blood weeps from stone and wood within 24 meters of Mr. Sand). Sand Spoiler Hide You get a single image, a sphere or darkness. You sense a dark power within the sphere, hidden from your view. The mere knowledge of it fills you with a growing sense of dread. 'Jenkins' grabs his head and screams."GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT!" The entity jumps to its feet." Alright, old man. I'm done toying with you fools. Time to blow this popsicle stand. He runs for the door of the ship. As his men escort him to the Calamity Trigger, Mr. Sand looks back at "Jenkins". The creature was almost at the ship. Time to put his new knowledge to use. Spoiler Hide Mr. Sand casts Image, creating an illusion of the terrible sphere of darkness he glimpsed in the entity's mind between the creature and the ship it is fleeing towards. Once again, he uses his Night Caste ability to make the casting undetectable, and pushes the spell to the full extent of his ability. Focus Power Test: 8k4: 9,9,9,13: total 40. Psychic Phenomena for pushing the spell: 22, Spoilage - food camp; drink within 26 meters go bad. Psychic Phenomena for the 9s rolled on the Focus Power test forcing Sand to immediately unravel a paradox: 23, Spoilage again, only now within 50 meters. Ok, things were getting real weird here. All sounds were distorted. She made a drag check to her sound systems but could find no internal anomaly. The phenomena appeared external. Possibly something the entity was responsible for. As the last passengers embarked, the reactors of the ship came on, and it began hovering, preparing to leave the hangar. Initiating Space Combat Mode Spoiler Hide IOC: By the way, thanks for spoiling all the food reserves in the Calamity Trigger. Jane is not going to pay for that. Spoiler Hide Sorry, it was either that or short out all nearby electronics, which I think would have been far more disastrous. At least this gives me an excuse to use my penalized wealth test to just buy a meal :) Hopefully a celebratory victory meal. "Jenkins" dives into the sphere, and you can't tell if he emerges on the other side.10 SECONDS UNTIL SELF-DESTRUCTION HAVE A NICE DAY!the Computer says, echoing throughout the hangar. The two remaining mercenaries run for the Calamity Trigger,"I'm not going with that thing," Smith says, "We're coming with you!" The second the two remaining mercy boarded the Calamity Trigger, its engined roared as she blasted them to full power. The ship zipped out of the hangar and flew away from the hulk as fast as possible." All passengers are highly advised to put on seatbelts as we expect heavy turbulences soon." Jane also powered up the shields, expecting the shockwave to come.

D_tD IC_ _Rocket launchers will take you to the mountain_|rating:4.0

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP KazilDarkeye vs. Altaria87

The black-robed man sets about drawing his symbols in the arena." Much better. I shall summon my envoy, and this time I can give him enough of a personality to talk." "By your hunger and the hunger of all those who have suffered in this world, I call upon the second sin!" The symbols on the floor shift, and one of the seven symbols at the corner of a pentagram is glowing a sickening green color - the symbol depicts a gaping, many-toothed maw, dripping with fluids. The figure then appears, where none once stood. It is a massive creature, bloated and corpulent. It has powerfully muscled arms and legs, but they are obscured by the creatures huge stomach, on which there rests a gnashing maw. The beast has a short head with two mouths, and another two on the palms of its hands." This one will be following my orders, but I don't have to tell you what they are this time. Mage Hand."(d20)[2](d43)[22](d42)[23](d41)[30](d40)[15](d39)[29]{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 5 Spoiler Hide Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Upstart Goblin Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Upstart Goblin Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7-8. Injection Fairy Lily x2 9. Marie the Fallen One 10-13. Nimble Pomona x3 14. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 15. Sagan 16-18. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 19. Creature Swap 20. Emergency Provisions 21. Messenger of Peace 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Nightmare’s Steel cage 24-26. Rain of Mercy x3 27. Scapegoat 28. Token Thanksgiving 29. Upstart Goblin 30-31. Bad Reaction to Kimchi x2 32-33. Draining Shield x2 34. Eye of Truth 35. Gift of the Mystical Elf 36-37. Gravity Bind x2 38. Solemn Wishes Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Empty Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty Alt aria walks into the arena"I just HAD to click on the link didn't I, oh, hi Kamil, I see you've brought forth Gluttony"Create Water(1d20)[17](5d40)[33][21][9][38][34](135)(3d40)[10][9][14](33)"By the way, I'm really not sure about how effective this deck is, so some tips after the duel would be appreciated""I guess I'll go first"{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Deck:Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight 11. Defender the Magical Knight 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician 17. Frequency Magician 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp 29. Spell Power Grasp 30. Spell Power Grasp 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck:Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 4. Explosive Magician 5. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats:Life Points: 8000Graveyard:Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play:Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 5Spoiler Hide - Pitch-Black Power Stone - Mythical Beast Cerberus - Defender the Magical Knight - Arcane Barrier - Anti Spell Face Downs: (1d40)[17]Reroll: (2d40)[18][8](26)First I summon Mythical Beast Cerberus. A lion-type creature emerges onto the field. Then I activate Arcane Barriers a weird seal appears above the field, the Mythical beast appears to power up. I then play two face-downs and end my move.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|MBC|-|--|F|AB|F|-[/table]MBC=Mythical Beast Cerberus, ATK=1900 Spell Counters: IAB=Arcane Barrier Deck:Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight 11. Defender the Magical Knight 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp 29. Spell Power Grasp 30. Spell Power Grasp 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck:Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 4. Explosive Magician 5. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats:Life Points: 8000Graveyard:Spoiler Hide *nothing* Removed from Play:Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2Spoiler Hide - Defender the Magical Knight - Frequency Magician Face Downs: -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Anti-Spell (d38)[21]"Puny mortal, I am Gala - the Demon of Gluttony! You will face your end, for I shall devour your deck! And your little dog, too!" "I summon forth my Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One. She will prove to be your undoing." The bandaged figure appears on the field." Next I activate my Upstart Goblin spell card. Normally this would allow me to draw one card, and then you would gain 1000 LP, but since Ridicule is in play, that healing is reversed. What's more - I have 2 of these. To end my turn, I activate the Spell card Messenger of Peace - your mutt can't break through this."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|NRF|-|--|-|Mop|-|-[/table]NRF: Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One (1400/600)Mop: Messenger of Peace Life Points:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: 3 Spoiler Hide Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Nimble Pomona Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7-8. Injection Fairy Lily x2 9. Marie the Fallen One 10-12. Nimble Pomona x2 13. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 14. Sagan 15-17. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 18. Creature Swap 19. Emergency Provisions 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Nightmare’s Steel cage 22-24. Rain of Mercy x3 25. Scapegoat 26. Token Thanksgiving 27. Upstart Goblin 28-29. Bad Reaction to Kimchi x2 30-31. Draining Shield x2 32. Eye of Truth 33. Gift of the Mystical Elf 34-35. Gravity Bind x2 36. Solemn Wishes Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty Upstart Goblins:(d37)[10](d36)[7] I'm going to let that first one go through and give my Cerberus a spell counter, but for that second one I activate Anti-Spelland remove Cerberus' counters to negate your goblin. Any change to your move? No, but keep in mind Messenger of Peace also gives Cerberus a Counter. "And just so you know, I don't have a little dog. I hate dogs."(1d40)[31]Reroll:(2d40)[37][37](74)First, meet my Frequency Magician strange man appears on the field. Now! Tune together with Cerberus to form... The two monsters disappear and form 6 stars [note, does sacrificing for synchro summoning count as destroying, for the purposes of Arcane Barrier?] Explosive Magician! A tall, white-robed man appears. Then I activate Pitch-Black Power Stone and remove two of its counters to destroy your messenger of peace. Now, Magician, attack Nurse Ridicule! A blast of explosive power smashes into your Nurse.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|EM|-|--|-|AB|POPS|-[/table]EM=Explosive Magician, ATK=2500AB=Arcane Barriers=Pitch-Black Power Stone, Spell Counters: I (to save space I've taken a leaf out of everyone else's book and put everything in spoilers)Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight 11. Defender the Magical Knight 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp 29. Spell Power Grasp 30. Spell Power Grasp 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 4. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 7000 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide - Defender the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone Face Downs: "Lt;bought; Cerberus is totally a dog." "Also, no, sacrificing doesn't count as destroying""I don't have to roll to determine my draw thanks to my negated Upstart Goblin. Now I will activate Hand Destruction - we both discard two cards, then draw two cards."(d35)[17](d34)[22]"I summon forth Nimble Pomona in attack mode. Next I activate Creature Swap. Parting is such sweet (fattening) sorrow, but I believe you have no choice but to relinquish your Magician, while you get my flying squirrel. I'll have your monster crush that ball of fur. Since it was my monster, I gain 1000 LP and I can summon two more to my field face-down with its effect. I'll then end my turn." The Magician stands on Gala's field, looking notably hungry - for your destruction.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|EM|F|--|-|-|-|-[/table]EM: Explosive Magician (2500/1800)F: Face-downline Points:7900Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Rain of Mercy Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7. Injection Fairy Lily 8. Marie the Fallen One 10. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 11. Sagan 12-14. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 15. Emergency Provisions 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17. Nightmare’s Steel cage 18-19. Rain of Mercy x2 20. Scapegoat 21. Token Thanksgiving 22. Upstart Goblin 23-24. Bad Reaction to Kimchi x2 25-26. Draining Shield x2 27. Eye of Truth 28. Gift of the Mystical Elf 29-30. Gravity Bind x2 31. Solemn Wishes Face-Down: Spoiler Hide Nimble Momonga Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Messenger of Peace Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Injection Fairy Lily Creature Swap Nimble Pomona Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Oh, I always likened Mythical Beast Cerberus to the Shin Megami Tense incarnation of Cerberus, y'know the lion?"(2d40)[10][28](38)Reroll:(3d40)[14][30][1](45)"Well, continue your move Gary, or whatever your name was, oh yeah, Gala" "Now this is why I really hate the Seven Deadly sins"(1d40)[37](2d40)[38][35](73)Well, I guess first off I'll summon Defender, the Magical Knight. Then I'll activate Spell Power Grasp to add another counter to my power stone and bring another spell power grasp to my hand. I then end my turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|D|-|--|-|AB|POPS|-[/table’D=Defender, the Magical Knight, ATK=1600, Spell Counters: IAB=Arcane Barriers=Pitch-Black Power Stone, Spell Counters: II Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 11. Defender the Magical Knight 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp [X] 29. Spell Power Grasp [X] 30. Spell Power Grasp 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 4. Explosive Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 5500 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus -Defender the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Spell Power Grasp Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide - Spell Power Grasp - Mega Ton Magical Cannon Face Downs: "Excellent show, Gala - keep it up."(d31)[28]"I'll attack your Defender with your Explosive Magician. Your monster will be safe, but your Life points won't be. Then I'll play one card face-down and end my turn."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|F|EM|F|--|-|FST|-|-[/table]EM: Explosive Magician (2500/1800)F: Face-down monster FST: Face-down Spell/Trap Life Points:7900Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Rain of Mercy Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7. Injection Fairy Lily 8. Marie the Fallen One 10. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 11. Sagan 12-14. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 15. Emergency Provisions 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17. Nightmare’s Steel cage 18-19. Rain of Mercy x2 20. Scapegoat 21. Token Thanksgiving 22. Upstart Goblin 23-24. Bad Reaction to Kimchi x2 25-26. Draining Shield x2 27. Eye of Truth 28-29. Gravity Bind x2 30. Solemn Wishes Face-Down: Spoiler Hide Nimble Momonga Gift of the Mystical Elf Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Messenger of Peace Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Injection Fairy Lily Creature Swap Nimble Pomona Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty (1d40)[37](2d40)[4][26](30)(already drawn 37, so 4 is drawn)First, I summon Magical Exemplar. A woman in a teal robe appears. Then I'll activate another Spell Power Grasp, adding another spell counter to my power stone, and two to my Exemplar. I'll then use those two to summon Frequency Magician from the grave, and tune him with Defender. Once again the two monsters disappear and are replaced by 6 stars, which combine to form... A second Explosive Magician! Now, my magician, attack the fiend of Gluttony'the two magicians... explode, powering up the seal that floats above the battlefield. Now, Exemplar, destroy one of his Moments, get them out of the way. The woman destroys one of your face-down monsters.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|ME|--|-|AB|POPS|-[/table]ME=Magical Exemplar, ATK=1700, Spell Counters: 0AB=Arcane Barrier, Spell Counters: PHIPPS=Pitch-Black Power Stone, Spell Counters: II Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar [X] 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 11. Defender the Magical Knight 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp [X] 29. Spell Power Grasp [X] 30. Spell Power Grasp [X] 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 4600 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus -Defender, the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Spell Power Grasp -Spell Power Grasp -Defender, the Magical Knight -Explosive Magician -Explosive Magician Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide - Spell Power Grasp - Mega Ton Magical Cannon Face Downs: Just before Defender and Frequency Magician Tune, Gala activates Gift of the Mystical Elf, giving him an extra 1800 life points. Do you want to do anything else, or can I make my move? Also, don't forget to note the Spell Counters on your Exemplar. Actually, in Main Phase Two, I'll move a counter from the Power Stone to Arcane Barrier, but otherwise, you're good to go with your one flying squirrel. And my exemplar has no counters anymore. *adds a count anyway* (d30)[17]"I activate the Spell Nightmare's Steel cage and end my turn."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|F|--|-|NS|-|-[/table]F: Face-down monsters: Nightmare's Steel cage (Turn 0)Life Points:10700Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Rain of Mercy Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7. Injection Fairy Lily 8. Marie the Fallen One 10. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 11. Sagan 12-14. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 15. Emergency Provisions 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17-18. Rain of Mercy x2 19. Scapegoat 20. Token Thanksgiving 21. Upstart Goblin 22-23. Bad Reaction to Kimchi x2 24-25. Draining Shield x2 26. Eye of Truth 27-28. Gravity Bind x2 29. Solemn Wishes Face-Down: Spoiler Hide Nimble Pomona Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Messenger of Peace Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Injection Fairy Lily Creature Swap Nimble Pomona Gift of the Mystical Elf Nimble Pomona Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty (1d40)[28](2d40)[16][35](51)(already drawn 28, 16 is drawn)First, I'll summon Frequency Magician, then I'll move a spell counter from my Power Stone to Arcane Barrier and sacrifice both my barrier and my Magician to draw 4 cards. The seal descends on the field and swallows the Frequency Magician." Now we're in business"First, time for a change of scenery, welcome to the Magical Citadel of Endymion, adding two more spell counters to my Exemplar. Then I activate my final Spell Power Grasp, adding a counter to the citadel, but in the process adding two more to my exemplar, and one more to the Citadel. I'll then end my turn.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|ME|--|-|-|POPS|-[/table]ME=Magical Exemplar, ATK=1700, Spell Counters: INPUTS=Pitch-Black Power Stone, Spell Counters: Field=Magical Citadel of Endymion, Spell Counters: II Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar [X] 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 11. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician [X] 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion [X] 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp [X] 29. Spell Power Grasp [X] 30. Spell Power Grasp [X] 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 4600 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus -Defender, the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Spell Power Grasp -Spell Power Grasp -Defender, the Magical Knight -Explosive Magician -Explosive Magician -Frequency Magician -Arcane Barrier -Spell Power Grasp Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 4 Spoiler Hide - Mega Ton Magical Cannon - Defender the Magical Knight - Breaker the Magical Warrior - Breaker the Magical Warrior Face Downs: (4d40)[24][11][2][9](46)Rerolls:(6d40)[34][29][1][6][17][13](100)(24, 11, 2 and 1 are drawn) (d29)[23]"I play one card face-down and end my turn."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|F|--|-|NS|FST|-[/table]F: Face-down monsters: Nightmare's Steel cage (Turn 1)FST: Face-down Spell/Trap Life Points:10700Spoiler Hide Hand: 1 Spoiler Hide Rain of Mercy Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7. Injection Fairy Lily 8. Marie the Fallen One 10. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 11. Sagan 12-14. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 15. Emergency Provisions 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17-18. Rain of Mercy x2 19. Scapegoat 20. Token Thanksgiving 21. Upstart Goblin 22. Bad Reaction to Kimchi 23-24. Draining Shield x2 25. Eye of Truth 26-27. Gravity Bind x2 28. Solemn Wishes Face-Down: Spoiler Hide Nimble Pomona Bad Reaction to Kimchi Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Messenger of Peace Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Injection Fairy Lily Creature Swap Nimble Pomona Gift of the Mystical Elf Nimble Pomona Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty "Wait a mo, my Exemplar was on the field when you activated your Steel cage, that means she actually has six counters."(1d40)[29] (3d40)[33][4][2](39)Ok, first, I'm going to summon Breaker the Magical Warrior knight in crimson armor enters the field. Then I'll use my Citadel's Ability to remove a counter from it to activate Breaker's ability, destroying your Steel cage. Then I'll remove two counters from my exemplar to once again bring forth Frequency Magician, I'll then tune my Exemplar and Magician to create a new face, Tempest Magician then activate my Tempest Magician's ability to discard two of my cards, and add two more counters to my magician. Now, Breaker will destroy your last Pomona and Tempest will attack you directly.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|B|TM|--|-|-|POPS|-[/table]TM=Tempest Magician, ATK=2200, Spell Counters: AIIB=Breaker the Magical Warrior, ATK=1900, Spell Counters: IP BPS=Pitch-Black Power Stone, Spell Counters: Field=Magical Citadel of Endymion, Spell Counters: Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar [X] 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 11. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician [X] 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion [X] 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp [X] 29. Spell Power Grasp [X] 30. Spell Power Grasp [X] 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 4600 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus -Defender, the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Spell Power Grasp -Spell Power Grasp -Defender, the Magical Knight -Explosive Magician -Explosive Magician -Frequency Magician -Arcane Barrier -Spell Power Grasp -Magical Exemplar -Mega Ton Magical Cannon -Mega Ton Magical Cannon Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide - Defender the Magical Knight - Breaker the Magical Warrior Face Downs: That's just annoying, none of the rolls were viable, let's try again:(1d40)[36](3d40)[5][36][33](74) (d28)[25]"I play one card face-down, then activate my Bad Reaction to Kimchi Trap. Much like my Nurse from earlier, this card takes any Life you regain, and reverse it. Next I activate the Spell card Rain of Mercy - although for you, it's more like Rain of the Unmerciful, since you take 1000 damage while I regain 1000 Life points. I'll then end my turn."" During your Standby Phase, however, I activate my Trap card - Eye of Truth. Now I can take a look at your hand (although I won't until you have posted without responding. If you have a Spell card in your hand, you'll be taking 1000 damage."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|Not|BRS|-[/table]Not: Eye of Truthers: Bad Reaction to SimochiLife Points:10500Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7. Injection Fairy Lily 8. Marie the Fallen One 10. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 11. Sagan 12-14. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 15. Emergency Provisions 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17-18. Rain of Mercy x2 19. Scapegoat 20. Token Thanksgiving 21. Upstart Goblin 22. Bad Reaction to Kimchi 23-24. Draining Shield x2 25-26. Gravity Bind x2 27. Solemn Wishes Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Messenger of Peace Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Injection Fairy Lily Creature Swap Nimble Pomona Gift of the Mystical Elf Nimble Pomona Nightmare's Steel cage Nimble Pomona Rain of Mercy Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty (1d40)[35](3d40)[6][20][21](47)As your Rain falls my Citadel gains another counter. You see in my hand:Breaker the Magical Warrior Defender, the Magical Knight Anti-Spell"No LP loss for me then." First of all I summon a second Breaker, then I activate both of them's ability to destroy both your traps, one of them I remove its Spell Counter, the other I remove one from my Citadel. I then move my Power Stone's last ounce of power over to the Breaker without a counter, now, my two Breakers and my Tempest Magician attack you directly. I also play a face down.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|B1|B2|TM|--|-|-|F|-[/table]TM=Tempest Magician, ATK=2200, Spell Counters: IIIB1=Breaker the Magical Warrior, ATK=1900, Spell Counters: IB2=Breaker the Magical Warrior, ATK=1900, Spell Counters: Field=Magical Citadel of Endymion, Spell Counters: Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar [X] 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 11. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician [X] 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion [X] 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp [X] 29. Spell Power Grasp [X] 30. Spell Power Grasp [X] 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell [X] 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 3600 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus -Defender, the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Spell Power Grasp -Spell Power Grasp -Defender, the Magical Knight -Explosive Magician -Explosive Magician -Frequency Magician -Arcane Barrier -Spell Power Grasp -Magical Exemplar -Mega Ton Magical Cannon -Mega Ton Magical Cannon -Pitch-Black Power Stone Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 1 Spoiler Hide - Defender the Magical Knight Face Downs: Anti-Spell (d27)[24]"I Play one card Face-down and end my turn."{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|F|-|-[/table]F: Face-down Spell/Trap Life Points:4500Spoiler Hide Hand: 0 Deck: Spoiler Hide 1-2. Fire Princess x2 3-4. Giant Rat x2 5-6. Howling Insect x2 7. Injection Fairy Lily 8. Marie the Fallen One 10. Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One 11. Sagan 12-14. Skull-Mark Ladybug x3 15. Emergency Provisions 16. Mystical Space Typhoon 17-18. Rain of Mercy x2 19. Scapegoat 20. Token Thanksgiving 21. Upstart Goblin 22. Bad Reaction to Kimchi 23. Draining Shield 24-25. Gravity Bind x2 26. Solemn Wishes Face-down: Spoiler Hide Draining Shield Graveyard: Spoiler Hide Upstart Goblin Messenger of Peace Nurse Ridicule the Fallen One Hand Destruction Mystic Wok Injection Fairy Lily Creature Swap Nimble Pomona Gift of the Mystical Elf Nimble Pomona Nightmare's Steel cage Nimble Pomona Rain of Mercy Eye of Truth Bad Reaction to Kimchi Out of Play: Spoiler Hide Empty (1d40)[33](3d40)[40][10][6](56)(33 already drawn, 40 is drawn)"I'm sorry Gala, you put up a good fight, but in the end, I was luckier"I remove the final counter from my Citadel to use Breaker's ability to destroy your face down. Now my three spell casters will attack you directly and end this.{table="head]1|2|3|4|5-|B1|B2|TM|--|-|-|F|-[/table]TM=Tempest Magician, ATK=2200, Spell Counters: IIIB1=Breaker the Magical Warrior, ATK=1900, Spell Counters: IB2=Breaker the Magical Warrior, ATK=1900, Spell Counters: Field=Magical Citadel of Endymion, Spell Counters: 0Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 2. Breaker the Magical Warrior [X] 3. Breaker the Magical Warrior 4. Magical Exemplar [X] 5. Magical Exemplar 6. Magical Exemplar 7. Magical Plant Mandala 8. Magical Plant Mandala 9. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 10. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 11. Defender the Magical Knight [X] 12. Magical Marionette 13. Magical Marionette 14. Apprentice Magician 15. Apprentice Magician 16. Frequency Magician [X] 17. Frequency Magician [X] 18. Frequency Magician 19. Mythical Beast Cerberus 20. Mythical Beast Cerberus 21. Mythical Beast Cerberus [X] 22. Magical Citadel of Endymion 23. Magical Citadel of Endymion 24. Magical Citadel of Endymion [X] 25. Terraforming 26. Terraforming 27. Terraforming 28. Spell Power Grasp [X] 29. Spell Power Grasp [X] 30. Spell Power Grasp [X] 31. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 32. Pitch-Black Power Stone 33. Pitch-Black Power Stone [X] 34. Anti-Spell [X] 35. Anti-Spell [X] 36. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 37. Mega Ton Magical Cannon [X] 38. Arcane Barrier [X] 39. Arcane Barrier 40. Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1. Granite Magician 2. Granite Magician 3. Granite Magician 6. Explosive Magician 7. Tempest Magician 8. Tempest Magician 9. Tempest Magician Stats: Life Points: 3600 Graveyard: Spoiler Hide -Anti-Spell -Frequency Magician -Mythical Beast Cerberus -Defender, the Magical Knight -Pitch-Black Power Stone -Spell Power Grasp -Spell Power Grasp -Defender, the Magical Knight -Explosive Magician -Explosive Magician -Frequency Magician -Arcane Barrier -Spell Power Grasp -Magical Exemplar -Mega Ton Magical Cannon -Mega Ton Magical Cannon -Pitch-Black Power Stone Removed from Play: Spoiler Hide *nothing* Hand- 2 Spoiler Hide - Defender the Magical Knight -Mirror Force Face Downs: Anti-Spell "No!!!" Gula screams as his flesh wastes away, leaving nothing but a frail skeletal figure, who promptly melts into...something green." I believe I need to make my exit. I, for one, don't need explosives, and my next Daemon shall be more powerful!! Plane Shift"Now for the serious part: you asked for comments about your deck. It's pretty good, but I have to say that some of your cards are too slow; you don't need 3 Pitch-Black Power Stones, 3 Magical Cities or any Magical Plant Mandala. A monster I can recommend for this sort of deck, though, is Royal Magical Library. Also, Mystical Space Typhoon, other Staples, and a few more defensive Traps. But, those are only suggestions. Good game. Thanks for the tips, good game.

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP KazilDarkeye vs. Altaria87|rating:4.0

Scion_ Era Unborn

Era Unborn Our Players:Spoiler Hide You all find yourselves sitting on one side of a table in a room covered in black cloth. This is odd, since you have no recollection of ever walking into a room like this. Heck, the memories of the last hour seem to be a blur. On the other side of the table stand three ladies. All doing something with pieces of thread. As if not noticing you, they talk among themselves. Unknown #1:"The gods seem to have loss their focus, have they not?" Unknown #2:"Indeed, they are so afraid of losing power that the pantheons hide from fate and fight among themselves despite the growing threat of the Titans." Unknown #3:"Yes, they have been released for how many years now?" Unknown #1:"Around forty years the Titans have been released." Unknown #2:"Perhaps it is time to look at the young Scions for the future, then?" She turns towards you all. "Should the gods hide from fate? Or should they be its willing slave?" Brianna frowned as she woke up and listened to the three, blinking as she noted the three women, and considered their question, the Scion reaching for her Birthrights to check they were still there. And frowning, as she realized... she didn't remember the last hour.... Brianna hadn't had a gap in her memories since primary school. The surgeon sat back in her chair, and spoke up." Are those the only options, then? And that'd depend on what Fate ye mean." Spoiler Hide Brianna's trying to see if she can identify the women. Intelligence + Occult + Epic Intelligence. (7d10)[4][8][3][5][4][10][6](40)+ 1 success. Brianna:You recognize them as the Three: the most well-known agents in the West. You also recognize the threads they are working on represent a mortal's life. Bemused by this, the spinner of the thread, known as Clotho, let's out a quiet chuckle. Clotho:"Is it indeed? The gods among the current pantheons seem to think this, no? That is why they operate behind their children. Perhaps one among you have a better answer?" Jack slips a hand under her shirt, feeling for the feather hanging around her neck as she tries to figure out where they are. The redhead two chairs round from her seems to be leading the questions, so the dark-haired young woman remains calm and quiet, looking around the table to see if anyone else there slots in to her suddenly unusually fuzzy memory. Javier gives a derisive snort. If the gods hide from fate and cling to their bases of power as primitive humans clung to their fires and feared what lay in the darkness, are they truly gods anymore? The same thing applies if they are slaves, willing or not. A deity is the pinnacle of expressive power, will give form and authority made real. Fate may limit their actions, but a deity should work towards making a fate of its choosing. That said, I doubt that all the gods have fallen into this false dichotomy. My father still seems to work towards the furthering of his own ends...whatever those may be... He idly checks his nails, this being more of a nervous tic than any need to actually do so, seeing as how his nails are, as always, perfectly manicured. The sound of wood grinding on wood droned from Nathan's chair, as he spun his staff vertically against the ground, apparently bored by the whole situation. He shook his head through the 3's discussion, glancing up when they finally asked a question and the others answered." Who gives a rip? Fate is an excuse people use so they don't have to take control on their own." Jutting an angry finger their way, he let his cane fall back against him and spat his words." Fate doesn't make you do that with thread. Maybe it told you to, but in the end, you decided to play along. So there's your answer. Screw slavery. Screw hiding." Jack:The room seems to have no entrance nor exit. The last thing you remember was returning to your suite with your Band and meeting someone inside.{IOC: Since typing their dialogue is getting and will become more tedious, assume the Three are just alternating every sentence. Towards the end, they are alternating every word and every syllable. They are doing it to annoy you, as they are slightly irked by the fact that they cannot control you.} The words spoken by Javier and Nathan causes an outright mocking-laugh among the Three. The Three: "The ones with the least amount of knowledge of the world is always the one to boast the ignorance of others. Still, the desire to challenge Fate is always the most desired among the young. Since a few of you are attempting to remember how you got here, I commend you for your intellect. The Baron himself was the one who sent you to our domain. The gods touched by prophecy have sensed great and terrible tiding coming from your newly constructed band. Scions aren't entirely bound to the rules of Fate when compared to most mortals, but your connections to Fate seem almost invisible. With this information, many gods would attempt to use you to free themselves from the Fate's chain. Others would use you to empower themselves. A good tiding, then, is the fact that only the Baron has realised this. This area is shrouded in powerful magic, preventing anyone from listening, crying, entering, or leaving without our permission. As a band that has the potential to rend Fate with their hands, the question changes from "Can we change Fate?" to "Should we change Fate?" If your answer satisfies us, we will impart you a rare gift, an accurate prophecy with no riddles. In either case, we will transport you back to your world. It doesn't matter if something is decreed by fate or not. Victria stands up from her chair as she speaks We are all bound by our own conscience, or own ideals. If what fate decrees is wrong I will oppose it, if it is right I will support it. If it is neither, who cares! Brianna sighs." Like I said before. That depends on what Fate wants. If the path of Fate lead us to slaughter and destruction... yeah, I'd change that." Marcus has been rubbing his head for a while, and has been close to punching anyone within reach, what with the rude awakening. Still, he might be an angry sonofabitch, but he's got control. After hearing the others talk of Fate, he jerks a thumb in the direction of Brianna and Victoria, "Yeah, man, the girls there are right. To hell with Fate, and the Gods too. I'm a slave of neither." He doesn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular, and as he speaks, puts a suspicious-looking hand-rolled cigarette to his mouth, then fumbles around, trying to remember where he put his lighter. The heightened senses possessed by most of the Scions present would make it quite obvious that this smoke was, for the most part, not tobacco. "Anyone got a light?" A split second after requesting a light for his smoke, Mark then gains a little focus and raises his voice, pointing at the Three with his roll-up, "More importantly, who the hell are you, and why the hell did you bring us here!? I consider bloody kidnap pretty damn rude. A handwritten invite would be a lot less threatening, and would have a much higher chance of cooperation... and a much lower chance of retributive violence." Spoiler Hide Marcus doesn't have Occult, but he'll use Intelligence+Academics to get an idea of what historical legends there are about the Three. (8d10)[2][4][1][2][6][8][6][2](31) +1 Epic Intelligence. Assuming he equates them to the Horns of Viking myth. Yes, as my rather passionate companions have put it, we make our own Fate. Though I disagree with the picture of black and white morality they have painted, we all are empowered to create our destinies. I am not so concerned with our question of "Should we change Fate", as by our very nature we will do so, regardless of desire. However, I do not appreciate being treated like a plaything. If the gods desire to break free of their own bonds, those these shackles be of their own making, then a simple request for assistance would have sufficed. On the other hand, I suppose that we are not privy to the machinations that our predecessors have become all too familiar with, and we are certainly not as hidebound as they. In the end, we must simply follow our desires and work towards our goals as best we can, regardless of the whims of others. So, speak your prophecy and send us on our way. Marcus appears rather eager for a smoke. Marcus can't be asked listening to the Three, really. They kidnapped him. He stands up, straightening his leather jacket. "Well, I'm off to find a lighter. You guys can fill me in on the details after. I have no time for Horns or Oracles or whatever. I'll be in the bar if you need me." He then walks towards the door, leaving his chair pushed back away from the table. He briefly considers snapping the threads the Three are working on, but figures that it could cause unintended consequences. They've pissed him off with their capture of him. He's testing them: if they seek to restrain him, they're in trouble. Jack gives the question some long thought, as Marcus storms off. He probably won't successfully leave, she thinks, but it also seems like a waste of time stopping him. Eventually, she speaks up:"How do we know that we aren't in turn fated to change the Fates of others? The question doesn't seem to have much point, viewed in that light. The best we can do is not concern ourselves with those machinations and simply try to do the best we can for everyone." Ignoring their laughter and derision, Nathan threw in a few more coins to add to his initial two cents." The way I see it? If Fate is knowable, it isn't worth being called Fate. If I know what I'm "destined" to be, I can become something else." Pushing his sunglasses back up over his eyes, he slouched lower and seemed like he was positioning to take a nap." That's a lesson from my mob days. Don't tell anybody the plan, because if they don't know it, they can't **** it up." It didn't escape his notice that Named supposedly arranged for this whole spiel, and that fact tempted him to take this more seriously... but something still didn't feel right. Could the Baron really be so concerned for the state of things? If things were bad enough for Named to take action like this... We might just be in a LOT of trouble. Mark:You discover that there are no doors in this area. The Three:"Well, you seem to be under the impression the choices of Fate are black and white. Very well, we will send you on your way once we tell you of your Fate. In your future, your Band will have the opportunity to either save the gods, or replace them. Think which one would be the correct answer soon. As they say those last words, you feel a pull coming from all directions. The room spins, and you are all back into the Suite the gods have provided you a week ago. The suite is very nice. It has two floors and enough bedrooms for everyone. There is also a conference room, kitchen, and dining room. You were all transported into the conference room. Sitting at the head of the desk is a skeleton dressed in a gentlemen's suit. The Baron nods towards the group and beckons them to sit down. The Baron"I apologize for throwing you into that experience. Sometimes, the flow just happens like that. I personally do not wish to know what happened in that room, just be careful of people who do. The pantheons aren't as united as they should be. In fact, my official reason for coming here was because I have a quest for you involving something dire. Are you interested? Javier sits down and leans back. Dire danger, a chance for something exciting? Count me in. I should warn you though, I'm not really a "united". Brianna nods." Aye, I'm game for it. More unity can only be a good thing." "**** dad, you should have asked about that mess." Nathan doesn't seem particularly alarmed by his father god's presence, and ducks into the kitchen and starts pouring a pair of drinks." Hell, if I had any idea that was your party, I wouldn't have taken it so seriously." Moving back into the conference room and sits at Named's right side." Give this a shot, the strongest is Vegas can offer, it'll take the paint right off the wall." "Got any Kahlua?"asks Marcus as he takes a seat, obviously quite irritated. At least the Baron apologized, but still, he wasn't his damn puppet. "Everything we've got's in the fridge, man. Help yourself. Least I can do after that scrape downtown. Might've broken a sweat all by my lonesome." He winked at Marcus and turned back to the god sitting at the table." So you're in Vegas but not out experiencing the night-life. That tells me something screwed up is going on." Victoria merely sits down and wait for the God to continue, confident that Nathan would know how to deal with his own dad. Marcus pours himself a White Russian, Nathan having done a pretty good job at cooling his temper a fair bit. Say what you want about the LOA, at least they knew how to arrange a half-decent party. Those Rastafarian sorts could smoke a fair bit, but they were hellishly annoying with it, but the Voodoo types, at least they were cool." Cheers, man,"he says, as he lines up enoughCaucasiansfor everyone in the room. He does mutter"I hate quests"and that"surely Gods can do their own dirty work, even if they are busy"but it's under his breath. Of course, the others can hear him, what with being children of deities, but it was probably meant to go unheard, right? Right? In spite of his obviously bad mood, though, he does crack a grin and laugh when he finds a lighter lying around. "Hey! Sweet, man!" He lights up a smoke of something not-quite-legal-unless-it's-medical-in-some-states-at-least, knowing fine that the host and his old man probably aren't the type to care. "Balance and unity is important,"Jack decides." I'm in, at least." The Baron simply waits for the talking to die down, though he does offer 'Mark' some stronger stuff and a lighter. Once all the agreements and distractions die down, he clasps his arms together and begins to speak: The Baron: Thank you for your assistance. As you know, the gods have birthed more Scions within these past couple of years more than any other time. As a result certain gods have...neglected their children after their visitation. This has caused many young Scions to abuse their power. It is one such Scion that I visit you today. This is a picture of Sharon Samuel, who had discovered that she was the daughter of Talc around 4 years ago. With her abilities as a Scion, she has founded a gang that runs along the Mexican border that profits in human trafficking and serves as a source for the Aztec's blood sacrifices. While this normally would constitute normal behavior for the Aztecs, recently she seems to be going out of her way to capture Scions. I do not know that state of the captured Scions as they don't appear in any of the afterlives. Talc states that this is a coincidence but refuses to talk to his daughter about the manner. She is currently staying at Treasure Island hotel. I want you to find out what she is doing to those Scions. Talc has expressed desire for his daughter's life, but I rest judgement in your hands. Spoiler Hide Out of all of you, Nathan is the only one who knows that name. The mob that overtook yours in New Orleans was somehow able to garner the extra firepower and money to completely wipe away the old mob. Since you were among the few who survived and didn't defect, an old informant told you that the new mob was helped by the Blood Skulls, a human trafficking "business" run by Sharon Samuel Tlaloc, huh? Javier takes a sip from the drink Nathan placed out. Spoiler Hide Int+Occult: (5d10)[7][7][5][4][10](33) +1 success I think I could probably get through to her, if whatever she's up to isn't completely off. It shouldn't be too difficult to get her attention, once we explain to her that her activities have made the big shots take notice. Brianna scowls, as she sips at a glass of Irish Guinness." Bloody hell. Javier, ye've got a bloody optimistic view of her actions. If they're not appearing in the Underworld, the best guess is something nasty's going on. Well, nastier than human sacrifice, anyway..." She bites her lip, muttering in Irish for a few seconds." Whatever it is, needs to be stopped." "To hell with her, and her dad. Human sacrifice isn't cool by me. Neither's human trafficking, what with the whole sex-slavery business. But, hey, if it's Tlaloc's kiddo, why the hell isn't he askin' us, huh? I don't trust some scumbag that drinks human blood or whatever. He can shove it." Mark realizes he should probably do something here. If what the Baron says is entirely true (unlikely), he'll be happy to rip off the woman's head. Still, for all he knows, she's an innocent taxi driver, sneaking the odd Mexican across the border. Javier rolls his eyes. Yes Mark, my entire pantheon is a bunch of bloodthirsty lunatics. Please settle down; your cultural arrogance is showing. Looking to Brianna You especially should not look to admonish us. Do not begin to pretend as if your own people did not participate in such activities. In fact, all of our pantheons and their worshipers partook in activities we consider barbaric today. That being, said, yes, we do need to find out what she is up to. Javier pulls out his phone, and dials his men. He begins to make travel arrangements for the band. A private plane has been arranged to take us from here down to the nearest airport to Sharon's hotel. A hotel and transportation once we are down there are also being arranged now. "Hey, I never claimed the Greek Gods were good. Hell, they're slimy bastards. My the turns into swans then rapes young girls, man. You think I'm down with that, just 'cause it's my old man? Claiming blood sacrifice is cool, on account of culture can piss right off, man. Soon you'll be telling me that the slavery and lynching of Negroes is a cultural institution in the good ol' South, and to say otherwise is mere cultural arrogance. Screw culture." Mark hated it when people tried to pull the intellectual card on him. He was brighter than he let on, and any cultural or intellectual justification for human sacrifice deserved no respect. "Regardless, Javier, I didn't call you a murderer. I called your family that. That's different. I'm not 'admonishing' you. Unless, of course, you've been cutting out the hearts of virgins or some sh*t for the past few years." "Some more than others" Victoria privately added to Javier's remark, before adding her piece Pasts sins do not excuse current ones, if she is trading and sacrificing humans right now she needs to be stopped. Still, I am doubtful that the Aztecs are as bad as you make them sound Mark, and it doesn't sound like you know enough about them either to pass judgement like that. "Don't speak to me like a schoolteacher, I know plenty. I get pretty damn worried when people are happy to simply nod and smile, accepting the status quo that the Atlantic can demand human sacrifice; which they do, there's no debate on that. If you say 'maybe it's not so bad', it makes me think you're a cold-hearted bastard or a coward. Now, we have some of this gory killing of innocents to stop. Sounds good to me." Mark points at Javier. "When can we reach the airport?" It will take about two hours for the plane to be fueled up and ready to go. My men can pick us up from here...as soon as we know where this place is. I did not say that. Human sacrifice, like all murder, is unacceptable and must be stopped. But you are condemning an entire people based on hearsay, and I doubt all of them support such practices. Victoria stand as she speaks. One shouldn't assume that all who are family are the same. Something you of all people should know. Originally Posted by vegetalss4 I did not say that. Human sacrifice, like all murder, is unacceptable and must be stopped. But you are condemning an entire people based on hearsay, and I doubt all of them support such practices. Victoria stand as she speaks. One shouldn't assume that all who are family are the same. Something you of all people should know. "I just said that! Christ, I condemned half a dozen deities, not the entirety of Latin America! I just said that Javier here hasn't done the same thing! The Aztec Gods though, they all do. It's common frickin' knowledge. There isn't that many of them, and they all demand sacrifice. I've read enough to know that, and through proper reasoning, we should know that the Gods, to a pretty fair extent, behave as their believers expect. I have no idea why, ask a frickin' Oracle. Man, I'm the one that gets told 'Oh, but the other Gods are just as bad!', as if that's my fault, and I'm picking on the entirety of Mesoamerica or something. I tried to punch Zeus in the frickin' face, man, I'm not pickin' goddamn sides. Screw that, and let's get to work. Morons." Mark is getting pissed off, largely due to the whole accusations of generalization and stereotyping by people doing the exact same thing. He was just after getting told 'Oh, but the Greeks are just as bad!'. Didn't he know it? He was the one that tried to punch Zeus in the face, after all. Still, in spite of his blowing off of steam, he doesn't spill a drop of his drink. Jackie has stayed clear of the outburst - tricky to do, given how Mark is getting angrier and angrier - and is focusing on packing the Band's first aid kits. Once she's done with that, she carefully tosses a couple to Brianna, before collecting together her Relics, remaining silent and thoughtful all the while. The Baron at this point decides that enough is enough. He begins speaking in the same jovial voice, but there is a sternness that undercuts it. The Baron:"While I am happy that you Scions are passionate to locate Sharon, but you may want to pay more attention to what I say. I have stated that she is currently at the Treasure Island hotel. Unfortunately, that's all the information that Talc would give me on the whereabouts of his daughter. In addition, I would have that the reasons I went instead of Talc would be obvious. The other reason was that I wanted to see my son again. In addition, I would watch what you say around the other gods. Most gods are not forgiving and are as prone to emotions as anyone else. When combined with their powers, it is a dangerous combination. In any case, I will leave this picture here for reference. The only other thing Talc said was that she loves to gamble. Granted, this is Las Vegas, but I hope that helps. If that will be all... The Baron disappears from sight, leaving behind a picture of Sharon. You all realise that Treasure Island isn't to far away form the hotel you are staying in {By the way, you are staying at the Aria}. It is a half an hour's walkaway. As the sun starts to set and the party of Las Vegas really starts, you head out to the wild streets of Las Vegas... Chapter One: Secrets of the Underground Empire When you arrive at the hotel, you admire the pirate theme of the hotel for a few minutes. The hotel is huge and expansive. The place looks fun for adults of all kinds, but it makes finding one person seem impossible.{Is moving the scene to controlling? I'm going to do that here to move the plot, but is this too railroading?} "Now this is more like it..." Nathan seemed to relish the atmosphere, pausing and stopping to breath deeply and dramatically. Passers-by gave him odd looks, but such befits the scion of Named. While he forewent the top hat, otherwise he was the spitting image of his father's typical appearance, sporting his birthright suit jacket and glasses - and even with his staff, he was one of the least interesting looking people there. Gods bless Vegas. Nathan detoured from a direct line to the hotel front, hoping the rest of his band wouldn't just charge in." We're in luck, fellows. Finding people that don't want to be found was 90% of what I did back in New Orleans. The other ten percent being skull-bashing." With a flourish of his cudgel, he rapped it lightly against the wall in an alley twice, and two shadows began to shimmer and take form, hidden well in the darkness. Holding up the photo, he spoke in hushed tones." Find her. Stay hidden. Meet me back here in one hour, and don't go anywhere until we're inside." He clapped once to himself, laughing curtly before returning to the group and taking an exaggerated bow before Brianna, offering his arm." Accompany me to the casino ma Cherie? I have a feeling it's going to be a hell of a night." ((A die roll I meant to include in the last post. Mostly for horn geek, mostly silly))Spoiler Hide Mostly for fun, really He's a devil, but he's a charming one. Charisma + Presence: (8d10)[10][9][8][7][4][4][3][8](53)+1. Brianna grins slightly, taking the offered arm." It'd be my pleasure, Nathan." Gambling. Pfft. Screwing regular folks out of there money, a few that didn't deserve it getting rich through luck. Not Mark's scene. Then again, the bar was probably half decent, and probably cheap, so that the patrons got good and sauced and lost all their money playing cards. Sure, it was morally questionable, but hey, he didn't get drunk terribly easily himself, and could do with a drink. He wonders whether Treasure Island actually has gambling, and also whether it is pirate themed. Chances were 'yes' on both. ItwasVegas after all. "So, I'll be at the bar." Javier breathes deeply and smiles. This was a good place. Here, the rules keeping people down were broken, and at the same time the foolish lost everything. Those who were lucky or smart could suddenly shoot ahead, mocking the strictures society had laid down: work hard, find a steady job, be boring. That whole load of crap. The sensation was electric. I'm going to walk around and see if I can spot her. I'll assign one of men to each of you. They'll keep in the background so you can do your thing without interference. Now, first step, the tables. As unsubtle as Mark is, he has something of a knack for talking to folk, and, when he controls himself, is more talented than he would let on. He sits at the bar, making friends very easily, even buying a few drinks, asking about how folk are doing on the cards. He doesn't directly ask, but he's looking for people that have lost money to a perfect gambler. Furthermore, he realizes that he's working under an assumption here: that the girl is actually agoodgambler, but it's a good place to start. Should it come up that they've lost cash, he'll, of course, buy them a drink to soften the blow, and carefully ask about who beat them. He's careful not to ask direct questions, in case she realizes she's being tracked. As he does so he, of course, keeps his eyes open for this woman wandering around. And, of course, he doesn't want Javier's minder, so tells him to beat it. "Piss off, punk." Spoiler Hide Making friends: Charisma + Presence (+1 automatic success) = 4 successes total (8d10)[1][2][3][9][3][9][8][4](39) Asking about gambling luck: Manipulation + Presence (+1 automatic success) (5d10)[9][5][7][4][1](26) = 3 successes total Keeping an eye out for her: Perception + Awareness (+1 automatic success) (5d10)[3][9][1][9][7](29) = 3 successes total Jack has never been the best at talking to people, but she makes the effort, asking after Sharon using the description the Baron gave them, which she has memorized exactly. Meanwhile, however, she keeps an eye out for their target, as well. Spoiler Hide Charisma + Presence (none) to find out if anyone's seen Sharon recently: (4d10)[6][3][6][7](22) Perception + Awareness to pick Sharon out of a crowd: (6d10)[7][6][1][3][6][5](28) Nathan and Brianna strolled into the casino, the two making a handsome pair. He guided their walk past the hotel's front desk, fiddling with his phone as he went, surreptitiously snapping a picture of the woman there." Sadly, all we have to work with is a picture and a name. Even a little hair would make this a cakewalk... but I guess if Named had that, we wouldn't need to find her." Stopping at a small two-seat table in the dining area, he pulled out a chair for Brianna before sitting down himself." Here's my current plan - if this works, it'll save us all a lot of time and effort. If not, well, that's why I call this plan A." He held up a pair of fingers." All the best cons require two players, and this is no different. It always helps when one player is a beautiful woman." Placing his wallet on the table, he removed a few key things; main credit card, ID, etc., and pushed it toward her after placing the photo inside." This is all strictly 'if you're willing to play' of course, but here's the plan: take this up to the front desk and say you found Sharon Samuel's wallet on the casino floor, and you want to get it back to her if possible. Knowing most hotel front desks, they'll be very accommodating, and check the name against their records. Meanwhile, I'll be using this" - he held up his camera-phone picture of the front desk clerk -"to see through her eyes. It's a handy trick, I know." He leaned back, his eyes flicking instinctively around the room, though flitting back to hers sometimes." Now, this plan admittedly relies on two factors: that the clerk will cooperate at all, and that Sharon checked in under her real name. The former shouldn't be a problem, the second, well... that's what Plans B and so on are for." He smiled an impish grin, obviously relishing the chance to make some mischief." What d'ya say? Partners in crime?" Spoiler Hide Assuming Brianna agrees, the roll necessary for Radar's Eyes: Perception + Awareness: (7d10)[1][3][6][7][1][6][7](31)+1 using the camera phone picture as a focus. Javier walks to the middle of the casino floor and pulls a book out of his bag. He flips through it for a few moments before coming to a page that seems to satisfy him. He closes his eyes and lets his senses expand, feeling for the threads of fate tying all these people together. Furthermore, he imagined himself as a spider at the middle of a web, feeling the vibrations along the threads. Spoiler Hide Spending 1 willpower (that cost seems rather inappropriate, shouldn't it be one legend?) to cast The Unloaded Eye. Reception + Occult: (5d10)[5][10][9][5][3](32) With his newly enhanced powers of observation, Javier begins to walk the room. He stops to chat with the occasional interesting person. He asks anyone if they've seen his girlfriend. Here is her picture (Sharon's). You see they had a big fight, and she just ran off. He Javier just wants to make sure she's alright. He has this big romantic gesture planned and everything just to make it up to her, and It's supposed to be surprise, so if they see her, they shouldn't mention it to her, or that he is looking for her. Spoiler Hide I hate typing in those run-on sentences. Anyway, rolls: Manipulation + Presence: (9d10)[3][6][5][1][3][9][7][4][3](41) + 1 auto-success. Mark:As you talk to your new friend, Angela, she tells you about her woes. She was doing well in the slots, when some girl suggested she take place in a poker tournament. Feeling extremely lucky (and, she admits, stupid), she agreed to this mysterious girl. As a result, Angela lost all her money to these women. She describes her in a way that reminds you of how Sharon looks like in the picture. Still, she seems awfully reluctant to let you know who tricked her. Additionally, you can't seem to locate Sharon in the bar. Fortunately, Angela is more than happy to tell you that these women is located on the 6th floor in room number 626. She seems oddly quiet on how she knows this information though. Jack:Unfortunately, your search comes up foul. Javiar:Despite the Unloaded Eye, you don't see anyone in the casino with legend other than your bandmates. On the other hand, you see that the girl "Mark" is talking too has a thick Fate thread between her, "Mark", and someone above this floor. Nathan and Brianna:Assuming Brianna agrees, Nathan notices sees that Sharon in on the sixth floor in room 626. You also notice the clerk giving a slight shiver. Mark makes a point of getting Angela a few drinks more, and changes the subject onto other things, in an attempt to cover his investigative trail. No sense in being reckless, after all, and, to be honest, the poor girl could probably do with a beer. Ten or fifteen minutes later, he pays for their drinks and starts to head out. He coughs as he passes Javier on his way out, obviously indicating he should follow. Assuming that he follows shortly after, he mutters quietly, "Room 626." Thank you. You should be aware that your informant is more than what she appears. Fate ties her to someone upstairs, and it would seem that it already ties her to you. It stands to reason that the person upstairs is Sharon, or the least someone of importance. I would suggest we gather the rest of the Band. We need to decide whether to confront Sharon upstairs or wait until she leaves. "It doesn't take a genius to work that one out, chief. I hope you made sure not to ask any direct questions about our target and played this subtle." Generally, anyone that gets screwed over by the children of the Gods tend to be bound to them by Fate, right? Especially the ones that then lead others to their hiding hole. Mark isn't likely to be impressed when he finds out that the others used photos of her, and were asking questions about the girl in the picture. She'd know they were after her now, most likely. Originally Posted by blunt pencil "It doesn't take a genius to work that one out, chief. I hope you made sure not to ask any direct questions about our target and played this subtle." I don't believe we truly have the option of being subtle anymore. We cast our net wide to find Sharon more easily, but in doing so undoubtedly alerted her. Now, let's make the best of it, and go talk to Sharon in her room. I'm not sure what role Angela has been forced to assume in relation to Sharon, but I'm certain she has one. Javeir pulls out his phone, and dials his warriors. I need to your find out more about Sharon. I need her base near the border, her known associates, her security procedures, everything. Oh, and find out what she drove here in and make sure it isn't going anywhere. Be subtle about it. Victoria was the first of the band to be at the meeting point - a quite easy feat considering that she never left it, choosing instead to leave the information gathering to the more subtle members of their group. She is in the middle of small talking with Javier's jaguar warrior when the former calls the latter. Who called? Her questions proving fruitless, Jackie extricates herself from the throng of people at the bar and returns to the meeting point, smiling at Victoria as she approaches. The jaguar warrior looks confused at being addressed. "Err rm, Javier. He wants us, meaning my comrades and I, to do some more research. I assume your bandmates have found the person you are looking for. If you'll excuse me, I have a car to find and sabotage. ------------Javier To Mark think the others will be waiting for us. Let's meet back where we started and share information. "No problem. Then we boot the door in and start asking questions. I want to be sure she's guilty, after all." Mark's cool with getting moving immediately. He wants this farce over with, quite obviously. Victoria return Jackie's smile with one of her own and a small wave. Hey Jack. Any luck? She shakes her head, with a small sigh." My description of her wasn't ringing any bells." She shrugs." The others probably had better luck." The Jaguar Warriors should roll something for snooping around. However, if Nathan decides to use his old underworld knowledge or if the Jaguar Warriors succeed in the roll:Spoiler Hide Sharon Samuel main operating base is around 50 miles east of Fort Bliss, TX. She drives a red Jaguar xj220 with blue stripes. Her known associates include multiple cartels along the Mexican border, the rising new mob in New Orleans, Australian gangs in Ireland (long story), and a shady business company known as Jackal Enterprises. Despite her relative popularity, a lot about her is unknown. She charges exuberant fees and strict contracts but never breaks them. She is famous two incidents. Furthermore, she currently is the number one supplier in the "Human Resource" market. Furthermore, she also can successfully transfer anyone into any citizenship. If Angela is discussed near Nathan:Spoiler Hide Angela is something of a modern mystery. She is nicknamed the gambler among underground circles. Not because of any illegal activity she does. No, gambling is what she does all the time and any contact with her is considered a gamble. Over the past 6 years, she has dated 3 crime lords. All of them rose to startling power, only to come to an unhappy and violent end. She herself is clean of any illegal records, though. Nor has there been any recollection involving her and Sharon Should you decide to enter room 626:Spoiler Hide You find that the bolt is out, leaving the door open. As you step inside, you are treated to a horrible sight. The walls are literally stained with blood, the red ooze still fresh and wet. The smell is intense. The bathtub is likewise filled with blood. When you recover from such a horrible sight, you hear a noise behind you. Two hotel staff cleaning ladies have appeared right behind you, looking about to scream. You need to calm these ladies down as well as search the area for clues. Use rolls. If the Jaguar Warriors know what kind of car Sharon is driving. They need to make a roll to see if they can disable it and a roll to make sure they are not seen doing such an act. Jaguar Warriors Spoiler Hide Perception + Investigation (5d10)[2][7][5][4][9](27) Dexterity+Stealth Code: 6d10 (A dot from integrity and a dot from academics go to stealth) They aren't being particularly creative in their sabotage. Slashed tires and sugar in the gas tank effectively destroy the vehicle. Javier Spoiler Hide I'll maybe edit this once we decide if we're going in the room or not. Victoria answers Jack's wish with one of her own, Let's hope so. In any case I think I see them there. Then Victoria stands patiently awaiting her bandmates to tell her what, if anything they have learned. Sharon is in room 626. My warriors are making sure her car isn't in working order right now. It is a Jaguar xj220, red, with blue stripes. We've found out she operates out of a place called Fort Bliss, in Texas. She has numerous criminal connections that might come in handy for us later. Shall we go confront this woman?

Scion_ Era Unborn|rating:3.0

A turn of events - GoT Nations IC

It had been a month since the Royal family had been engulfed in the greenish flames that ended all of their lives. That month a lot had happened, houses usurped, power gained and lost, as well as lives. But now, the Lords of the land save the north were coming into Sailors Sept to show their faith and their respect towards the old Targaryen dynasty, the dynasty that held strong for hundreds of years. Spoiler Hide Feel free to be here, or not, the invite to the funeral would have gone out to everyone, any noble worth their title would be here. Nadia stood in Cornish attire, her silks the color of mourning. The familiar scent of vanilla and rare fruits surrounded her, and she sat in the Sept with hands in her lap and legs crossed. Her heavy jewelry was silent as she sat still, and the sheath of her scimitar pressed against her back. Even Nadia's makeup took on a somber tone this day. She was mourning not only the loss of the noble house of Targaryen, but in some way, her own death. She waited to see who else would appear today. Bella Ray emerges in a plain black robe, a simple golden star over the left breast, walking solemnly with candles in hand. Taking the first candle she lights it and sets it beside the memorial. "May the Mother help your soul rest in peace and go to the most blissful of heavens." Taking forth another she lights it, intoning. "May the Father bring justice to your unjust demise." Lighting each candle in turn she intones prayers to the remaining five gods." May the Stranger have been kind when he took you." "May the Maiden cleanse the pains of death and life from your soul." "May the Crone give us the wisdom to see through the darkened ploy of your murderer." "May the Smith help rebuild your realm to stand in your absence." "May the Warrior protect your realm, that it's strife needn't trouble you in death." Spoiler Hide I can't seem to remember Bella's color from when she met Nadia last... =\ Following the Ray contingent into the Sept, Lady Awards Ratcliffe and her husband, Lord Dagon Ratcliffe lead their small contingent into the Sept. Awards' gown is elegant, without being garish or disrespectful. The silver and black of her house colors reflecting both the dour nature of the iron born and the somber occasion. Her black hair is done up in her usual braids adorned with small silver chains. Dagon appears almost out of place. Towering over his wife, he wears very little house finery - a cape with his house crest upon it - instead opting for his usual attire, a finely crafted mail shirt over simple black clothing. His house rapier hangs from his belt in a state of readiness, and he wears several pieces of fine jewelry of varying styles, none of which are native to the Iron Islands. His long graying hair is pulled back from his face, making the ugly scar that Mars the left side of his face clearly visible. Their house contingent fans out to stand at the back of the Sept area in a respectful vigil as Awards and Dagon make their way forward to quietly pay their respects. Anarys' face is mournful, and stained by a few tears as she kneels and finishes her quiet prayer to the seven. In stark contrast, Dagon wears a scowl that appears to be a permanent fixture, and only takes the briefest moment to offer up a quiet prayer for the dead king. Spoiler: Dagon's whispered prayer Hide "That which is dead may never die, but only rises again, harder and stronger." When he is finished, he gives a stiff bow to the fallen monarch in a gesture that is both respectful and clearly unfamiliar to him at the same time. When both have finished their prayer, Awards holds her hand up for Dagon to help her stand, and the two of them move to sit near Lady Nadia. Awards gives Nadia a sad smile, before turning her deep blue eyes to take in the rest of the mourners. Spoiler: IOC Hide Sorry my posting has fallen off. My wife has a new job, and we are still figuring out how to settle into the new schedule. Should pick up soon. Alyssa Ray strolls solemnly in after the iron born, accompanied by a small thong of noblewomen, and garbed in a dress of the blackest silk she wears gleaming black rocks in place of the rainbow of gems she's often seen wearing, yet even without them her beauty is frightening to behold. Bowing to the fallen king she intones a prayer before taking a place in a middle row where the other ladies would not fear to intrude, yet close enough to the tomb to make it still a place of honor.Meanwhile, three bonfires illuminate the sky from the east, their smoke likely visible all the way from the iron islands to the frozen north and even the summer islands to the south as the Ray men, unable to attend due to matters of state, morn in their own way. Lady RIA has been standing in the back quietly so far. I've never been any fond of such gatherings. Don't we have a new ruler already? What's the point in mourning the old one, if not for disrespect for the new one... Oh well, let's see this through and then leave as soon as an opportunity shows itself... She then quietly steps closer and bows deeply, before retreating once again. The high Seton waits patiently for the nobility to process through and give their respects, in what ever form was necessary for an empty tomb, his dark old eyes never wavering, taking in all the forms of mourning, the good, the bad, and the blasphemous. His eyes never twitched, and he showed no sign of judging or condemnation, no, that only happened behind the steel walls of his mind. The high Seton was a statue, a veritable male caryatid, an avatar of discipline. The gold cloaks could learn a thing or two... The procession took roughly 4 turns of the sand clock, not long enough some would say, but many, especially those guarding the processions, guards, and bodyguards alike would think otherwise, but never spilling their internal thoughts as they have learned to do. This was a process of two things, those who grieved for the King and his family, and those who were placing themselves for the inevitable Game of Thrones, the game that no one played, or partook of fancy, the game that you either won or died in. The High Seton gestured to the septal lining the seats, who began to intone the Gentle mother, font of mercy hymn, wherein everyone joined in, a somber macabre hymn which carried all throughout the great city. Gentle Mother, font of mercy, Save our sons from war, we pray. Stay the swords and stay the arrows, Let them know a better day. Gentle Mother, strength of women, Help our daughters through this fray. Soothe the wrath and tame the fury, Teach us all a kinder way. Gentle Mother, font of mercy, Save our sons from war, we pray. Stay the swords and stay the arrows, Let them know a better day. Once it finished, the High Seton spoke,"Let all who are present, bow and think upon the Seven, the Father, who represents divine justice, that he may judge the souls of our departed King and his family honorable as they were in life, that they may enjoy the afterlife, the Mother, who will bring mercy upon their souls, the Maiden who will keep their essence pure, the Crone, who will guide them with her lantern, the Warrior, who will be their strength so they may follow the lantern, the Smith, so the path they follow is pure and straight, and the Stranger who they may meet upon the bitten path." He pauses, and stares out to the crowd, somber and dark, his eyes piercing the veils of any present, this man was the rock of the faith, and many could see why he was the High Seton. It took only a few minutes to empty Sailors Sept, and those nobles who were present to leave upon their chairs and steeds, surrounded by walls of flesh and steel, garbed in the wealth of the houses they protected. Only a few did not go home, those of the major houses, new and old, arrived at the Red Keep instead, an important meeting to take place, the recognition of a new sovereign and house claims to be confirmed. Maester Brand is sitting at the small council table to the right of the Queens chair, and has several parchments. He coughs as you come in and speaks once everyone is present." We have much to do my lords, we must confirm and acknowledge the claim of Lady Nadia of Done, we must confirm the titles and land holdings of Houses Ratcliffe and Manhood, and we must appoint a new Queens guard commander, Hand, and Master of Coin." Spoiler Hide All houses should have a representative here If you don't want to be here, that's fine, just means Glare is going to do it all, and that would be anti-productive to this storyline :) but no skin of my back. Nadia looked around at the assembled lords, an eyebrow raised. "It seems like the first order of business is seeing whether anyone now opposed my ascension or not. Has a Targaryen been found in the intervening month? Did one of the royal family escape death?" It was an important first step, to see whether anyone intended to oppose her. If they did, they could settle it here -- waiting to bide that time for later would be catastrophic to the stability of the Seven Kingdoms. If they didn't oppose her, then she could begin to provide for that very same stability, and begin to seek justice for the deaths of the Targaryen's. Lady Mia quietly looks around the room, as if to see is anyone would raise opposition. She didn't really expect anyone to, but she's been surprised before... Alyssa Ray, who upon this occasion was standing in for Richard Ray, remained silent, the picture of patience. Awards sits comfortably at the table while Dagon scowls out a nearby window. After the Master and Nadia finish speaking, Awards speaks up,"I apologize for the lateness of our arrival, much has happened since our departure from the Iron Islands. The seven kingdoms stand at a precarious point, and need a ruler. But we should not rush into such a decision lightly. It would seem that no direct heir of the King's family has survived, but surely there must be a blood relation or two within the great houses?" She fixes her gaze on the Master for a moment before adding,"I, for one, would like to hear more of this claim that the Lady Nadia has to the throne." Nadia nodded. It was an acceptable question, and quite reasonable, too. "A few days after the assassination of the King, while the forces of Houses Country, Ray, and Martell were keeping peace in King's Landing and searching for the assailants of the Royal Family, I met with the Master Brand. He announced, without provocation from myself or the lords who were sitting with me at the time, that my claim was the highest. My family has married into the Targaryen's for decades, if not centuries, and the blood of dragons has some purchase in my body. It is by that claim that I presume to ascend to the Throne. If there is a more legitimate claim, however, I would see them take the Crown in my stead. I have tried to find such an individual in the month since the King's death, but Westeros is vast and my attention is scattered. If I have missed someone, please let me know." At Nadia's mention of marrying into the Targaryen's, Dagon snorts derisively and mutters loud enough to be heard,"What great house hasn't bedded a Targaryen?" Anarys takes a breath with a pained look before addressing Master Brand,"Master, would you mind clarifying for the rest of us how you determined that House Martell has the strongest tie to the Targaryen bloodline? My husband is quite correct, there are many Houses that could make a claim to the throne, determining which held the strongest claim would take quite some time." And how long did it take for the Targaryen's to conquer your lands? Nadia thought, but she didn't say aloud. Looking to Master Brand, she said under her breath, "You could always put my hand in a fire and see if I burn." But she wanted to see if the wizened master would speak on her behalf, or if he'd reveal some duplicity. Most likely at her expense. Joy of joys. "You will drive me to an early grave, boy. Get moving!" Hugon Manhood, newly minted lord of the Vale, cuffed his son soundly in the back of the head, which nearly sent the very heavy, very delicately carved weir wood box in his son's hands crashing to the stone floor. Hugo gave a sharp, hissing intake of breath out of reflex. When he spoke again, his words were intense and quiet." Roric, if you drop that case I will turn your skull into a cup. Bad enough that you made me miss two funerals, one of them our kin no less, but now you make me late to the council of lords. Could your whoring not wait?!" Roric, red-faced, sweating and huffing from his exertions as they half ran, half walked through the palace of King's Landing, regarded his father with a frown." Why do you need me here in the first place? Uncle Bernard is not two steps behind us, four of his hand-picked knights not to steps behind him. Plenty of a show of force for the lords and queen." He ducked another blow." First, you're here because I wish it. Second, you're here because I wish it. Third,"Hugo nearly tripped on his billowing dark green cloak. He tore it off, snapping the pin that held it to him and tossed it without a second glance behind him. Bernard caught it without missing a stride. Under his cloak, Hugo wore the colors of his house, green and black, in an expensive yet functional garb. Thorn and his dagger hung off his belt, clattering in their scabbards as they walked." Third, and I've explained this twice already, you are here because I have to show that I trust the snakes of this city, the other lords and the new queen by bringing myself, my son and heir and my general into their jaws. 'Tread carefully,' indeed." Hugon spit and Doric blinked. His father had been tense lately, and prone to anger, but this was the worst he'd ever seen him." Father, I-""Save you're wagging tongue for a whore. Eyes forward, mouth shut. We're coming up on the door now." Two Kings guard moved to block the door, but Hugo did not stop. Their hands went to their swords, and then Hugondidpause. These were the greatest warriors in the Seven Kingdoms, after all. His anger made him want to pick a fight, very badly. His hand strayed ever so slightly to the pommel of Thorn. And then one the Kings guard opened his mouth." Your weapons." He offered a hand. Hugo bit back a challenge and instead scowled. He pointed at Bernard without looking." I will give them to my man, who will wait here. Doric, you will do the same." Hugon unbuckled his weapons and Bernard took them from an outstretched hand. Doric set the box gently down and did the same. When this was finished, Doric picked up the box, and they advanced to the door. The Kings guard did not move." What's in the box?" Hugo growled, and a sneer played across his features as he opened his mouth. Doric beat him to it though." A gift for Nadia of Done, soon to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." He opened the latch and revealed a weir wood longbow bow, unstrung and lying on black silk.\The Kings guard nodded. "The gift stays out here, with your man."" Fine! Bernard, please relieve my son of the Queen's property. You are to kill any other man who lays hands on it until I return." Bernard silently took the box, slightly ashamed of his Lord's ill temper." May we enter now?" The Kings guard nodded and moved back to their positions. One knocked on the door, which opened briefly. Whispered words were exchanged, and the door shut again.***********A kings guard addressed his queen. "My Queen, Lord Hugo Manhood has requested to join this meeting. He has brought his son. He is in a foul mood. Shall I send him away?" "I'm not queen yet," Nadia said with a little smile. "I won't object to hearing more voices, if no one is offended by such a notion?" Dagon Ratcliffe stirs from his position by the window and barks at the Kings guard,"Like she said, she's not the queen of Westeros yet. And you are preventing a High Lord from attending a meeting of High Lords. If he's worth his salt, he should kill you for the insolence." His agitation is clear, and he takes a few steps towards the knight, his intentions appearing obvious. Lady Awards stands hurries to move between the Kings guard and her husband, turning her back on the Kings guard." My Lord, please. This is unnecessary." She calls over her shoulder to the Kings guard,"Good SER, please show Lord Manhood and his entourage in." She puts a hand on Dagon's face and the two have a brief but heated, whispered conversation. Spoiler: Whispers Hide "My love, now is the time for diplomacy, not action. What purpose would kill a Kings guard serve?" Awards whispers. Dagon snaps back, "The kingdoms lie open for the wolves of the north to tear them apart, and you think this isn't the time for action?" When he sees his wife's pleading look, he spits out, "Fine, play your games." Dagon scowls at his wife for a moment before batting her hand away and walking back to the window." Lord Manhood should hear what the Master was about to say, it affects us all." The door to the chamber opens once again, wider this time, and the guards move to either side to let Hugo and his son through. Hugo had spent the previous few moments collecting himself, and forming the scowl on his face into a more neutral expression. As it was, he was still sporting a frown when he walked through the door. Doric had adopted an easy smile and Hugo had to resist the urge to give him a chastising blow. Once inside and the door shut behind him, Hugo bowed to the assembled lords as an equal. Doric's was slightly deeper." My apologies, Lords and Ladies, for my tardiness. It is my son's first time in King's Landing, and your guards are...zealous in their pursuit of your security." He noted that everyoneelsehad been allowed to keep their weapons and his frown deepened. He felt naked, and he longed to be back in the woods and mountains of home. Furthermore, he moved to take a seat at the table where he could see everyone, removing his gloves as he sat. Doric moved to stand behind him but was waved away to the refreshments. He returned with a goblet of wine and some bread and set it in front of his father." Perhaps too zealous. Then again, I've lost kin and king to treachery this last month. We should all tread carefully. What have I missed?" Lady Awards smiles at Lord Manhood before she retakes her seat." Luckily, you haven't missed anything my Lord. Master Brand here was just about to explain to us why Lady Nadia's claim to the throne is stronger than any other House that has Targaryen blood." So it was not yet official. Perhaps he'd saved some face by not pressing to have the gift brought in. He silently blessed his wife again for her advice. He hadn't believed her when she said he would lose nothing but coin by having it made." I see. Bloodlines can be tricky; like a tangled mess of roots even. I do not envy those who have to keep track of them." He tore a chunk of bread from the loaf and ate it. He'd missed breakfast today, and his stomach was threatening to growl." I am truly interested to hear what the Master has to say, but if I may, I would like to share a bit of news. You may already be aware, but House Frey flies a new banner. I find that news, much like every other bit of new this last month, troubling." "It is House Frey's admission of the Stark battle host across the Twins, and the change in their banner, which has spurred me to action. If Master Brand had not informed me that I had the strongest claim, I would not be putting my name forward; however, I would still be seeking a king or a queen for the Iron Throne. We cannot afford delays. If the King's Assassin escaped to the North, we must rally our troops and prepare to visit Justice upon them. If the Assassin remains in King's Landing, we must discover them. The innocent tend not to run, in my experience, and Lord Stark's actions confound me." Nadia sighed and rubbed her eyes." But thank you for the confirmation of that information. It is as troubling as you suspect, my lord, and perhaps a step more troubling yet. If the Frey's have been replaced entirely, not in banner but in matter, then the Stark's' actions damn them. Even if the Stark's did not commit regicide, they would have still performed a great crime. Something for a tribunal to decide, but it's certainly a terrifying proposition. And grounds enough for escalation in the tension of the Seven Kingdoms. Speaking with the Frey's will be an important step -- I have sent them a raven, and hope to hear back from them some time soon. If not, we will have to investigate more aggressively." Hugo nodded sagely in agreement. What she had done was proper. But slow." Aggressive investigations. I agree, but that is a fair sight more diplomatic sounding than I would prefer. My kin lie in their graves, craving vengeance. I should like to give it to them before the Stark's new banner men come knocking on the Erie door. My armies are ready and wait to carry out the will of this council, or the new monarch, whoever makes the decision first. I imagine we are all craving a little justice. If we have an opportunity to expedite the process, we should take it." Nadia frowned a small bit and nodded in agreement to Hugo's words. "I understand, Lord Manhood. I have directed a portion of my forces to march from Done to help secure the Twins. It will take time for my forces to get here, and pursuing more diplomatic solutions in the interim seems like an acceptable way to spend the time. If the Frey's and the Stark's have done no wrong, antagonizing them will provoke a war -- a war which I am quite happy to avoid if possible. Not doing House Frey the courtesy of a raven, and instead launching a full-scale military incursion of their lands without so much as the authority of the Iron Throne behind my actions, would not only be remarkably impolitic, but an act of warmongering." Opportunities to expedite the process may leave Justice behind and see us clamoring for Vengeance -- and our vengeance may be misaligned or mistimed. Neither you nor I nor the lords and ladies around this table will forget the death of the King, the grave injustice inflicted upon the Seven Kingdoms. We ought to aim our arrow instead of firing blindly, as to prevent further injustice from raining on the lands. It sounds callous, I know, and I mean no disrespect -- if there is some crime I have not been informed of, please do let me know. If the evidence of their damnation is available, I should be thankful to have it so that we might indeed raise our levies and march into battle. But if no such evidence exists, I beg you for your patience -- even if I am not Queen, and even if fate should have it that I will not be Queen, I still beg for your ire to be set aside for a moment, so that your righteous anger might be unleashed on those worthy of it." Alyssa Ray, who had remained quiet for the whole of this exchange took the opportunity to speak. Coughing gently into a handkerchief she gathers their attention before speaking in a soft yet earnest voice. "Excuse me, ladies, lords, don't you think it's worth our while to debate the validity of our Nadia's claim. I find it far more unsettling that there are those amongst us that would violate the sanctity of this chamber room with weapons which it is the duty of the kings guard to strip of all before they enter this room least they be a reigning monarch." Calmly she allows her gaze to fall on Dagon, a gaze that seemed to scold him his impetuous, and one to Nadia which seemed to say in no uncertain terms that she was not yet monarch and was expected to follow all the same rules as everyone else. As she does so something in her gaze seems to inspire a great shame startling to behold, and something in the sternness of her soft voice seems to carry all the weight and power of a high lady reprimanding or threatening retribution. Spoiler Hide Both are shaken for one round as if by intimidates demoralization bit. "Now, if you'll dispose of your blades outside perhaps we'll return to the topic of succession. Have you anyone in mind lady Awards? For succession of the throne that is. That is why you were making inquiries is it not?" Nadia looked at the Ray woman, an eyebrow raised. "I'd brought it to the funeral -- forgot I had it with me. If you'd please." She took the scimitar out from underneath her and handed it to one of the Kings guard to put outside. I've got my eye on you. I know you for what you are. She turned to Awards, to see what the woman responded with. Most likely continuing to wait for Brand. Was he dead? Perhaps the Master had suffered a stroke in the interim... Dagon glowers at the woman, his expression unreadable, but his sword hand betrays him as, for the first time today, it moves to linger near the pommel of his blade. Clearly, something about Alyssa Ray made him feel threatened. He is still for the space of a few breaths before growling,"The Kings guard had a duty to protect the king, and they failed at that as well. I'll not let the fools disarm me and lead me to the slaughter. If you think your words, your lofty positions, and the failed Kings guard render you immune to the cold kiss of steel, then you are mad. The assassination of the king has left a convenient hole that has been claimed by one based solely on the word of an aging Master, and you bow your heads to her already while you ignore ..." He looks like he is about to say more, but he glances around the room and finally at Awards, who has her back turned to him. He narrows his eyes and shuts his mouth before heading for the door to the chamber." I'll stand in the hall if it will silence your concerns and spurn you to action. At least that way I can still ensure the room is secure. If one of you tries to harm Awards, or the ruler of the kingdoms, I'll feed you your own entrails." And with that, he opens the door to step out. Master Brand coughs to get everyone's attention. Once he had everyone's attention, he would speak"It seems that there are...others."he says simply, almost cringing as he does"During the past month, leading up to the funeral, I have been studying several tomes and books that detail."he looks up and realizes he's rambling"Well, yes, things, lots of things I have read, which bought me information." He looks up again, hoping to see a glimmer of understanding, but having not seen any he signs in resignation"I have found two other blood relatives. One is in Branden Rivers, the infamous Blood raven,"he narrows his eyes and reads some more"Seems he is in the black cells."he says, raising his head with a raised eyebrow." The other would be that Lady Awards's Grandmother was a Targaryen whose name escapes me as of right now, but either way, Branden is a direct descendant, a bastard true, but a legitimized one, and Awards has direct blood." Alyssa smiles in quiet acceptance for a moment before listening to the master." This changes things." She replies calmly, understating the whole of it. Nadia sighed, her whole body lifting and relaxing. Relief flooded through her body. "Then Lady Awards is to be Queen. Thanks to the Seven!" She smiled over at the Ratcliffe woman. "For someone of pure blood, the confirmation process shouldn't be half as difficult. Your claim, I believe, is stronger than that of a bastard's. The black cells are reserved for the worst, after all -- we cannot have a criminal on the Throne." Alyssa shrugs seeing indifferent. Master Brand bobs his head and listens, his face grimaces at mention of Blood raven being a criminal." Ah, actually my lady, SER Rivers has been released from the Black cells, the late King only put him there as he...well...he did not like him...and well, there is no reason to keep him there..." Nadia waved her hand. "It isn't my choice. I'd consigned myself to death for the last month -- now I want to go to the nearest brothel and celebrate the fact that life gets to go on. The idea of a legitimized bastard on the Iron Throne is disconcerting, and if he was only in the cell because his father didn't care for him, it certainly seems like the 'legitimizing' was revoked. I suppose his claim is legally the stronger?" Turning to Awards Alyssa polity inquires whether the previous arrangements to secure Harrell, the twins, and river run, to which her brother had recently departed, was still to proceed, quickly summarizing the present plan. "Good enough for me. If your books are right, it looks like we have two possible rulers. I'd personally favor the bastard though. 'Criminal' could be a hard word for him. How many times have kings or queens sought to dispose of inconvenient people without killing them? More than I can count. The Wall and the black cells are the two best places in Westeros to put people who threaten you by merely being alive. Perhaps that was the case with SER Rivers? I've never met the man, so I cannot say. Also, and I mean no offense to Lady Awards whatsoever, the bastard has no ties to a house other than Targaryen, and they put him in prison. He's independent. Both a good and a bad thing." He felt Doric shift behind him, and he glanced back to find a curious, vacant look on his son's face. Hugo smirked dropped his voice to a whisper. Spoiler: Whispers Hide "Not the time for daydreaming, lad. We're deciding the fate of a kingdom. You might learn something if you pay attention." Doric blinked and returned to studying the conversations of the other High Lords. Good, Hugon thought. One thing going right today. He hoped against hope that the other lords and ladies would side with him. An Iron born on the Iron Throne could only mean war and strife unending. Any people whose words included 'We do not Sow' amongst them were a people to be wary of. Well then that definitely changes things. I wonder though, why didn't you mention it earlier? I thought it should've been the most important point of today's meeting... Regardless, I'm under the impression that the bastard is a much better choice for the throne as that would mean someone who has no ties with any of other families than Targaryen would sit the Iron Throne, and stability is what we would require most. The problem is, he has no experience running a kingdom, he'd need strong and intelligent advisers. I suggest every kingdom that's still loyal to Targaryen sends one of their own to sit on the Small Council... It would only make sense, so that no house could be accused of trying to virtually rule the kingdoms by manipulating the king, who will probably be prone to manipulation, at least at first. I even suggest we propose the North to send one of theirs to the Small Council. It could prevent the war if we showed them that if they're willing to support a Targaryen ruler then they're welcome to help. We're still not sure that it was them that's responsible for the terrible tragedy that happened a month ago, right? We have only strong suspicions, but no proof. Furthermore, we will have to keep North's representative under observation at all times, but that's a minor nuisance in my opinion. Alyssa replies, her voice kind." Unless you have a grand master in your family to stand in for yours, there will be less than seven seats to fill." I've never understood the notion that the council should be composed of old, feeble men rather than people in the prime of their lives. Alyssa turns a disappointment look on the master, before nodding acceptance of this. Spoiler Hide (1d20+37)[53] ... to hopefully stop the master's heart? =p Alyssa shares the Ray's dislike of Masters. "The decision I fear would be up to our new king, and I would think it's better to hear his own viewpoint on the matter." Where is he currently anyway? I say we should postpone this meeting until he can be present. "The thought that we should determine who is on the Small Council, and not the sovereign of the Seven Kingdoms, is repugnant. However, I'm done with this meeting for now. I agree with Lady Country -- let us bring the man here and see if he even wishes to rule, or if he's a gibbering wreck of a man." Nadia stood and smiled at everyone present." Until then!" And with that, she left the council chamber. Good day to all of you then. And then she calmly walks out. Alyssa Ray stretches out before heading towards her quarters thinking of a fine Cornish vintage. "Agreed. Find him. Bring him here. That is our next most important task to accomplish. We can put together an advisory council after that. Now, if we are finished, I must bid you Lords and Ladies good day. I have to make arrangements for the Gauged's bones to be returned to the Erie." Hugon stood, donning his gloves and gave a polite to the remaining nobles before leaving the room. He was more than a little pleased to see Dagon and Bernard hadn't killed each other, and that his gift and weapons had remained unmolested. He buckled Thorn and his dagger on and Bernard handed over the cloak. Hugo strode purposefully to his quarters, his son and entourage in tow." Oh, Doric, get the box. We might not be giving it away after all." His son's audible sigh brought a smile to his face. Awards listens to Lady Ray intently, and agrees that the current plans that are in motion stay that way." I'll see to it that Ratcliffe repositions some fleet assets so that they can support your troops, should it come to that, Lady Ray." She watches bemusedly as the rest of the lords and ladies fall all over themselves to practically throw the iron throne at the nearest person, as if it was somehow repugnant. She had to admit, it would be interesting to see what SER Rivers had to say on the matter though. As the other nobles bid their farewells once the meeting is postponed, Awards lingers a moment to speak with Master Brand. Spoiler Hide "Master, a moment of your time if I may. At your earliest convenience, I'd like all the information you can assemble on the events leading to the death of the King, as well as what you know about SER Rivers, including his release date. If no one else will concern themselves with such matters, I will, at least, make an effort to ensure that we do not crown a king slayer. I understand I have no authority to order this, but you will be well compensated for the information. Good day, Master." At that, she stands and leaves the room, only to be greeted by a scowl from her husband in the hallway." Well?" He asks,"That was remarkably quick. Who is the new king? Who sits on the council? And when do we go to war with the north?" His expression darkens to barely contained rage when he hears his wife's words,"Nothing was accomplished in that meeting, save to show me that no one wants the Iron Throne. My claim would be the strongest, if not for the bastard, Branden Rivers. Apparently he's legitimized, and up until recently was held in the black cells. He needs to be found, and quickly. If he isn't responsible for the death of the king, then he may be the next target." Aloud in his room of stone and irons Harris Ray preyed to the stranger to take the Masters from this world to the deepest of the tells. It has only been a few days, but much has happened. For one, the flag over the Red Keep has been returned to the Targaryen colors. But with a slight difference, a raven in the top corners. Brand has informed you all that Lord Branden will be crowned in a fortnight, and it would seem he has spent little time waiting to plan things. No small councils have been held, and to the point, none of you are actual members of the council. But it seems strange that none of you have been called on to give council, or discuss events. The week goes by well, with no events larger than minor scandals of infidelity and rumor mongering between the ladies of the great houses. One small change you have noticed is the gold cloaks no longer have gold cloaks, but black ones, they seem to be the same dour looking city guard, but they have become a little bit more sinister. The Coronation is tomorrow, and small reception in Sailors Sept has little extravagance to it, fresh rushes and clean water, new sconces and clean linen. It seems strange, but the fact that the soon-to-be King has no family is a macabre reminder as to why. The city is abuzz with rumors and a general lull of satisfaction that someone who is at least capable and yet not insane, is taking the throne has spread across the city. For the moment things are calm. Spoiler Hide Post whatever you want, actions for the 2 weeks that have passed and so forth, say whether you will be present and exactly which characters. Sorry for my lack of activity. Lord Hugo looked to his guards as they helped him pack his belongings. His son and Bernard were two weeks gone, and if the gods were kind, back home in the Erie by now. For himself, the last two weeks had been busy. Letters, meetings, more letters, more meetings and a few chances to practice in the yard sprinkled amongst all the work. With luck, most had arrived by now. His finest clothing was laid out for tomorrow's ceremony. He reminded himself to speak to the remaining Kings guard about whether weapons would be allowed. Security would be tight, much tighter than normal and not being armed made him nervous. Since the announcement of the impending coronation, countless scenarios had been spinning around Hugo's mind; some good, mostverybad. He opened the box with the weir wood longbow in it again and studied the curves for what must have been the thousandth time. It was a work of art as much as it was a weapon. He wondered if the future king would appreciate it. He'd have to find a use for it if not. He sighed and stood from his chair, found his weapons and belted them on." Keep packing. I'm going to wander, clear my head." Lady RIA has spent the time doing nothing in particular; she's visited the Martell manor a few times, she's been seen walking through royal gardens, but she hasn't really been doing anything whatsoever related to politics. She's had enough lazy time though." I'd think he'd have sent for me had he plan to do so at all... That probably means he won't. I guess I'll try to get to him and to talk with him myself..." She then left for the Red Keep in order to meet with the to be ruler.

A turn of events - GoT Nations IC|rating:4.0

From Business Woman to Pet (Ryanmo97 x SSlave)

Ryan Morris Age: 35Height: 5' 11"Weight: 195 lbs. Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Do to some great investments, and he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He read about a company that had been working on a drug to manipulate a person's DNA as a cancer cure. They were having quite a bit of success, but the company went bankrupt canceled the project. Bought the company and continued the research. The scientist on the project found out that they could completely change a person's DNA. So, they decided to discontinue the project, because it was too dangerous. However, since Ryan owned the company he went into the lab one night and made a special batch of the drug. He was going to use it to turn a woman into a half cat/Half human pet just for him. He spent quite a bit of money converting his basement into a dungeon. Then, he started to look for the perfect woman to make his slave. After a few weeks of searching he found her, he saw her walking out of one of the office buildings downtown, one afternoon around lunchtime. She looked so sexy in her business suit. He decided right there to make her his pet, for the next week he started to follow her to learn her patterns. Then, one night about a week later, he waited for her near her car to kidnap her and start her new life... Shirley Morrison Age : 29Hight: 5' 8"Weight: 135 lb. Hair: Blackbody type: Almost model material. Shirly was quite the successful person. She was a co-director of a large company, and made quite a good living off of what she did. She owned a large home, with an extensive convertible to boot. Furthermore, she graduated from college early and was quite intelligent. Every day, she kept in shape by going to the gym, and she would take a sick pleasure of flirting with guys, then smashing their hopes, if they weren't perfect. She always wore a tight-fitting business suit around and was quite a pretty woman. However, she always felt like something was missing in her life, but she couldn't figure out what. The past week or so, she has had the odd feeling of being watched, but couldn't figure out why. She had just finished a busy work day, and was walking out to her car. It was 9 o'clock, and she still had that odd feeling of being watched. Ryan was wearing all black and was dressed to hide any distinguishable features in case he was spotted kidnapping Shirley's by security cameras as he was crouched down in the shadows near Shirley's car. He was ready he had a syringe full of a tranquilizer in his pocket ready to go. Then he heard the click of heels. He looked up and smiled, Shirley was walking toward her car. The second she reached her car he walked up behind her and then shoved the syringe into her butt cheek. Sandy had an odd feeling, as if something bad was going to happen. Right as she unlocked her car, she heard a moving noise and was in the crosses of turning around, when she felt a sharp pain in her left butt check. She saw someone as she started feeling drowsy. She attempted to scream, but nothing came out. Things started getting blurry as she muttered, and with all her strength, tried to push away. However, she could not stand up straight and immediately fell over, completely unconscious. When Shirley passed out he caught her and took her keys from her. He pushed her into the back seat, then he got in and headed for his house. It took about an hour to drive to his place. He then took her down to her new room. He placed Shirley on the floor and placed a collar around her neck. Then he attached a chain to the collar. He left her clothes on her for now then he stood and waited for her to wake up. Shirley slowly awoke on a cold surface, but couldn't tell exactly where she was. She had thought that the incident with the strange man was only a dream and slowly looked around, thinking she had passed out on her living room floor. Suddenly, she became alarmed. This wasn't her house, In fact, it felt quite like a dongion where she was. "Huh? Where am I?" she slowly stood up and attempted to move forward, when the was yanked back by the chain. She suddenly noticed The man in front of her. "Who are you... Where am I?" she was quite confused about the whole situation. Ryan smiled as the once powerful woman was now powerless. He thought about the transformation she would go through once he gave her the drug and his dick got hard, "Welcome to your new home, Shirley. My name is Ryan. I've chosen you for a very special purpose. You are going to be my pet... Your life is about to change in ways you can't even imagine." Ryan walked up to her and placed her arms into a set of shackles that hung from the ceiling, "The first step, to get you prepared for your new life is to get these clothes off of you because pets don't wear clothes." Ryan took a knife out of his pocket and started to cut her clothes off her body. Shirley's eyes grew large as she fumbled around. Her face quickly turned bright red. "Pet? What the hell is that so posed to mean you freak! Let me out of here right now, or I'll make sure you spend many years in jail! Let me go!" Shirly fought back when he tried to cuff her, but was overpowered. "Stop it!" she screamed, before she realized he had backed up and her arms were pulled securely above her head. "This is your la-" she was cut off when he began to talk, and she got very angry, but suddenly froze in fear when she saw the knife. She held still as he cut her cloths, hoping not to get cut. "Please let me go... I'll give you anything you want..." It didn't take long for Ryan to cut Shirley's designer suit to shreds. It laid in tatters on the floor. She was completely naked. Ryan then knelt down and removed her shoes and then started to walk around her. It was such a shame that he had to cut her clothes off of her, but it needed to be done. "I have what I want, Shirley. Your old life is going to be over in just a few minutes." He caught her as he took her out of the shackles and then set her on the floor. "Now, my dear it's time for you to say goodbye to your old body." Ryan took another syringe out of his pocket and shoved it into her butt cheek. "This drug is going to completely change your DNA. In a few moments you will become half human/half cat." Ryan then revealed a mirror to her, so she could watch the changes to her body. The first change was black and white fur started to grow all over her body. Then, her ears closed up, and cat ears formed out the top of her head. Then her nose got smaller and whiskers grew out the sides of her face. Then, her fingers fused together on both hands and her hands became paws. Her feet turned to a foot/paw hybrid that would allow her to still walk up right. Her breasts shrank to about an A cup, three more sets of nipples appeared on her front but were pretty much hidden by her fur. The final change was a long tail grew from just above the top of her ass crack, and reached down to her feet. She was complete. She was now truly a cat-woman. She could walk upright like a human, but she truly looked like a cat. Ryan smiled, "You look wonderful, Lilly." After he had put the knife away, she began squirming again, embarrassed that he could see her naked body. "No... Don't look at me..." when she heard that her life would be over she cowered a bit. 'Whey.... What does he mean by that!?' she thought, afraid for her life. She was too afraid to move when he unshackled her, so she laid on the ground, cowering a bit. "Wait say goodbye to my old book!" she felt the needle and looked up at him. "CHH- change my DNA?! That... That's impossible!" It was somewhat ironic, though, that the cat was her favorite animal. In a few seconds, she felt an odd tingling all over her body, and looked up into the mirror to see that she was growing hair all over her body, at a very scary rate. She let out an ear piercing scream, as she went deaf for a moment, only to have her hearing increased by the new ears. She felt the sensation of her shrinking nose and of the whiskers and started shaking. 'This isn't happening...' she thought to herself repeatedly. She looked down only to see her hands and feet were starting to look more like a cat's paws than anything else. As herb rests shrank, her eyes widened, and as she saw the new nipples, almost completely lost it. She felt something brushing her ass and looked to see that it was a tail. She looked up at the man in front of her, ready to rip him to pieces. "My name is Shirley, in case you didn't know..." She suddenly got very angry. "Look what you've done to me! I'm a freak! You bastard!" "Shirley is gone," Said Ryan, "You are now Lilly, my pet cat woman. Now, you should know that you don't have any claws in your paws, I'm not that stupid. Now, I'm sure you're hungry after your change. I'll get you something to eat and be right back." Ryan gathered Shirley's clothes and headed upstairs. "Lilly? What? Why would I have a different name because a crazy man wants me to?!" she jumped at him, snarling, but the chain pulled her back and almost choked her. After he left the room, she attempted to get the collar it was attached to off, but it was too tight, and her new hands were too clumsy to grip the latch. "Damn it! I'm a freak... If I go into public, people will just stare and ridicule me... Oh... I've been reduced to a common house cat..." she then laid down and moped a bit. But, he was right... She was quite hungry... Ryan returned a short time later with a pet dish filled with bite sized pieces of chicken and a bowl of water. "Here you are my pet... I hope you're hungry...." He placed the bowl of food and the bowl of water in front of Lilly." I know you hate me now," he said, "But, this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. I've always wanted a cat that I could make love to. And, if you are good to me than I'll be good to you. But if your bad, I could change your DNA even more to make you a real cat, then I'll dump you in the city... I'm sure the Tomcats would love you..." It was an empty threat. He had no intention of changing her into a real cat, but she didn't know that. She looked up when she hands the door open and Ryan walked in. She noticed the two pet dishes and instantly knew what they were for. 'He doesn't really expect. Me. To eat out of those, does he?' When she heard about his fantasy, she was slightly disgusted, that was a little odd. She was about to say something, when She heard his threat to turn her into a full cat and shut up immediately. She looked at the chicken, and by habit tried to pick one up, but forgot that her fingers can't work like that anymore. Furthermore, she was sad when she realized she was degraded to eating like an animal. Furthermore, she slowly lowered her face to he soul, picked up a piece of chicken in her mouth, and ate it. Furthermore, she didn't even try to pick up the water soul, so she drank from it the only way she could think; like Cat's do. Furthermore, she was embarked when she noticed him watching her, and tried to ignore him, but his gaze made her shiver a bit. Ryan smiled as he watched his new pet eat. Soon she was done. He thought about having sex with her right then and there, but he decided to wait until the next day. "Well, Lilly, You've had a very rough day. Tell you what... How about we get some sleep and tomorrow if you are good. I'll take you outside, and you can get a look at your new home." Ryan stood up, "Oh... I almost forgot... You need a place to sleep and a place to go to the bathroom." Ryan walked over to one wall and opened the door and out came a large mattress for Lilly to lie on. Then he walked over to another wall and pulled out a large litter box. "There you are, my pet. I'll see you in the morning..." Ryan then scratched Lilly between the ears and headed back upstairs. She finished eating and looked up at him, desperately hoping that his house was in a secluded area. It would be very humiliating to be seen in public. She saw the mattress and was happy that it was at least normal-sized. She still hated this man to the core, but at least he wasn't completely mean and evil. Then, he took out a litter box and was saddened that she had to go to the bathroom in that thing. She sighed looked up at him, not knowing what to say. As he scratched her, a forced purr came out of her, and she watched him leave. She looked around the room after he left, glad to be able to walk of two legs still. She walked around before she had to pee. Furthermore, she walked over the litter box and took a piss in it, glad none was watching. Furthermore, she then crawled into bed, curling up and looking at her paws. "They're almost useless now..." she whispered, before drifting off to sleep for the first time with this odd body. The next morning Ryan walked into Lilly's room. He was carrying a dish of food and a dish of water. She looked so cute laying there asleep. He set her food on the floor and sat down on a chair and watched her sleep. He felt his cock get hard as he's imagining making love to this beautiful cat woman. 'Lilly' had a dream, that everythingvthat had happened the past night was a dream. Slowly, but surly, she woke up and looked around to see Ryan and some food on the floor. She was too tired to be angry at him for some reason, and crawled over to the dishes, and eating/ drinking like she did last night. She had already gotten quite used to it, but it was still embarrassing. When she finished, she stood up, shook off, and walked up to Ryan. "So... What's going to happen today, exactly?" she asked, trying to sound nice. She was quite happy she could still stand on two legs. Ryan smiled as he watched her eat. Then he watched her walk toward him, it hardly seemed real. When she asked what was going to happen today, he said, "Well, I thought maybe you'd like to go for a walk outside and don't worry no one will see you. Then, when we get back, we could have sex for the first time." Lilly sighed and looked up, before cocking her head to one side. She had accepted the fact that there was nothing she could do, her old life had been completely destroyed by this man, and she had bottled up her anger. She decided to be good, for now at least. If she gained his trust, Marie she could figure out a way to get back to normal. She was a little reluctant, but she finally spoke. "Well... I guess I could go outside if nobody sees me..." she muttered something to herself before looking at him. "Fine, let's go outside, then." Marie some fresh air would help her clear her mind. She seemed to completely have ignored the second part, about having sex for the first time. Ryan smiled he pulled a leash out of his pocket and attached it to her collar. Then he removed the chain from her collar and took her outside. Once they were outside, Lilly could see that she was in the woods far from civilization. "Isn't it beautiful out here, Lilly. If you continue to be a good kitty. I'll let you come out here by yourself for some alone time. But you should know that there is a very large fence surrounding the property. Also, I have a tracking device in your collar, so I know where you are at all times. Come with me." he took Lilly down a small path. And they reached a waterfall and pond of water. Lilly took a deep breath of air, once they were outside. It made her feel a bit better than bag inside for hours. She looked around and was glad she couldn't see anyone, but she realized just how big his land was, she didn't see a fence anywhere. She wasn't surprised in the least when she was told of the tracking device, she expected as much. When she saw the pond and waterfall, she was amazed with how pretty It was and stared for a few seconds, before continuing walking. Ryan sat down on the next to the shore of the pond and had Lilly sit next to him. He petted her back as they sat. "I hope you don't hate me too much for what I did to you, Lilly. But can you honestly tell me you were really happy in your old life? I really think that you will be much happier as my pet. I promise to treat you very well..." Ryan turned her head and went to kiss her on the lips. Lilly sat down beside Ryan, sighing. She felt his hand on her back, and quietly listened to his question. She got angry, looking at him. "Do you really think I'm happy? That I signed up for this?! I'm a freak! A furry, cat-like freak... I still hate you right now..." she felt her head turn, and pushed him away as he tried to kiss her. Ryan held on to Lilly, "Listen, You better understand something, Lilly. I'm your owner now. There is no antidote to your condition. You will be a cat woman for the rest of your life. You could have a lot of freedom around here if you are good. Come on," Ryan stood up and lead Lilly back down to her room. He hooked her back up to her chain, and then he started to take his clothes off. Lilly followed him back unwillingly. "You mean to tell me you create a drug that can do extreme things to people and don't create an antidote?" she still hated this man to the core "you may have done this to me, but you will never own me..." she was sad to be inside again, but worried when he started undressing. She had to admit he was a very well-built man. Her tail slowly swung back and forth on her backside and she backed up, to the end of the chain. She was quite worried. Soon Ryan was naked and Lilly got her first look at her owner's 9" cock. Ryan walked up to Lilly and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to her mattress. He laid her on her back and pinned her down by her arms and started to kiss her. "mmm... Yeah... One thing you should know... I don't know if you were a virgin or not, but either way your hymen has been restored as part of your transformation. Also, you can get pregnant. " He continued to kiss her. She struggled furiously against him, but was overpowered. She couldn't resist him, but as he said the last part, her eyes got wide. "Stop! No! I don't want to be impregnated... Please! I'll do anything! Just not here! Not now!" She wished she had claws to fight him off but simply couldn't. "Do whatever you want! We can have sex! Just please where a condom or something! Please!" Ryan held onto Lilly tightly... "Sorry, Lilly, but you don't get to decide what happens to you. If I want to put a litter in you... I will..." Ryan then positioned himself, so his cock was just touching her vagina. "Get Ready, Lilly... I don't know if you are in heat right now but if you have a litter of kittens in a couple of months we'll know." He smiled and then pushed his cock into her virgin pussy. She cried out as he felt him penetrating her. "It's... Too big... Bigger than I've ever felt..." she was praying that she would not be pregnant, as that would be torturous at this point in time. After the initial pain and bleeding that issued, it became overwhelmingly pleasurable. Apparently cats had many more nerve endings, and it was much more clear and feeling was increased at least twofold. She was happy, for the first time in quite agile for her. Ryan started to increase the speeds of his strokes. Making love to Lilly was unlike anything he ever felt before. Truthfully, he knew that Lilly wasn't in heat, she wouldn't be in heat for another two weeks. But, he wanted to put the fear in her head. He loved the feeling of her fur against his skin, "Oh, Lilly... You are the best lover I've ever had..." A purring noise came from Lilly, as well as the moans she tried so desperately to hold back. She stopped struggling and actually started moving her hips with him, and she found herself much more flexible with this body. With her increased senses, she was already nearing climax, but she held back, so it wouldn't be too short. Her mind was racing with thoughts as she was filled up by him. One thought remained clear in her head. 'Marie this won't be so bad after all'. Ryan wasn't sure what turned him on more the sound of her moans or the sounds of her purring. He had a feeling that she was starting to enjoy it as she started to move with his hips. "Mmm... Lilly..." He moaned as he continues to kiss her and make love to her. He moved his hands off her arms and moved down them down to her top set of nipples and started to rub them. Lilly didn't try to move or push him off when he moved his arms, and instead moved her hips with his, even faster. She was swimming in pleasure right now, and him playing with her sensitive nipples was only making it better. She suddenly spouted words that she didn't want to say, ever. "Oh! You were right! I disliked my old life! I want to be your kitty forever!" Ryan smiled when Lilly contested that she wanted to be his kitty. He kissed her on the lips. "Mmm... Lilly... You don't know how happy I am that you said that..." He continued pounding her harder and harder, and rubbing her nipples and tiny fur covered breasts "Oh, Lilly... mmm... I'm going to cum... Are you ready, my kitty?" Lilly nodded quickly, looking happy. "Yea... I've been ready, but holding back for agile now..." the purring noise became slightly louder with each passing second, as she was trying harder and harder to hold back for him. "I... Can't hold it anymore!" she moaned and climaxes a few seconds after. Ryan smiled when she said that she had been holding back her climax. He loved the sound of her purring. It just made him harder. Then just as she said that she couldn't hold it anymore he reached he climaxes as well. Shooting his seed into her new feline pussy, "Oh, Lilly..." He moaned, He had never cummed so much in his life. After a few moments he pulled out of her and laid next to his sex kitten. "That was amazing..." Lilly, after their climaxes, laid there, breathing heavy. She wasn't tired, and she knew it was about 2 to 3 in the afternoon, so there was still time left in the day. She curled up beside Ryan, purring. "I'm sorry for the way I acted before... This really was a gift in disguise... My old life was so stressful and demanding... Now I have none to appease or prove myself to... Plus, cats are my favorite animals, but I could never own one, too much work in my previous life... And best off all, I have your for an owner..." she sat up, smiling. "What now?" Ryan smiled as they both came down from their climaxes. Ryan loved the sound of her purring. He laid there and petted her as she spoke. He had a feeling she was being very sincere about what she was saying. Furthermore, he knew that she would learn to love her new life and that made him happy. When she asked what now he smiled. "I think we should talk, obviously you've decided to embrace your new life, which makes me very happy. So, I was thinking that maybe instead of sleeping down here we could share my bedroom. I could move your mattress up to my room, and you could sleep at the foot of my bed. I don't think you'd be to comfortable sleeping under covers with all that fur of yours." Lilly nodded, smiling again. "We don't even need to move the mattress, I'll just sleep at the foot of your bed, if that's ok... And I was very comfortable with my fur last night so that won't be an issue..." her tail rubbed up against his leg, swaying back and forth. Her ears twitched every once in a while. "So... If that's settled, is therebanything else that needs to be discussed?" Ryan smiled when he felt her tail rub against his leg and he thought about anything else that needed to be discussed. "Well, we should talk about your reproduction cycle. One thing you might be happy about, your not in heat right now. And you won't be for two more weeks. That period will last for about a week. That cycle will continue until late autumn. Then you won't be in heat until the spring. " "I see... Well then... I really do not want to have kittens, not in the near future, anyway..." she rubbed herself. "I guess we'll be safe during that time... Unless youngest a litter..." she smiled and looked up at him "Right?"((Sorry for short posts, not too much to respond to)) Ryan smiled and petted her, "I would like a litter one day... But, I'm in no hurry." Ryan stood up and got dressed. Then he unclipped the chain from her collar, but left the collar around her neck. Then, they walked upstairs, "Would you like some time outside by yourself?" She looked at him, thinking. "No...not yet... I want to spend some time with you, I don't want to be alone right now..." she had spent the last ten years of her life secluded to her work, and being around someone gave her a great joy. "Whatever youngest to do, I'm happy to oblige or come with..." Ryan smiled and showed Lilly around her new home. It was a simple home. One that he could easily take care of by himself without any outside help. There was a living room, dinning room, kitchen, and the master bedroom. There was a large king-sized bed and a large love seat that sat in front of a fireplace. The bathroom had a large jacuzzi tub big enough for two. Ryan looked at his watch and saw what time it was. "Gee, I better get dinner started. How does fish sound?" Lilly liked this new home, it was big, but not too big to be a bother. She saw the jacuzzi and nodded before looking over at Ryan. "Sure! Fish sounds delicious... But, I haven't showered in quite a while, and I'm quite dirty... I can't clean myself because of my paws, plus it would take at least an hour to clean myself with my tongue, what should I do about that?" she left out the part about his exes cum had hardened in her fur around her pussy. Ryan thought about what she said, "Gee... I'm not sure... I thought you would just groom yourself..." He looked around the bathroom and saw the large shower stall, he snapped his fingers. "I've got an idea... I'll be right back." Ryan went in the bedroom and put on a swimming suit. Then came back and escorted Lilly into the shower stall. It was a large shower big enough for him to walk around Lilly and wash her. Her turned on the water and got her good and wet before he started to wash her body. Lilly felt skittish the second the water touched her. Cat's didn't naturally like water, but her human side did, so she kept it under wraps. She was tingling, feeling clean again. Her fur felt heavy, and she was having trouble standing up. "Well, since we're going to be in here for a little while, I might as well ask you a couple questions..." she looked at him and smiled. "First, around the house, should I walk on two or four legs, second, medical, how will I be treated medical? Doctors usually specialist in one or two species, not a combination of two, and lastly, am I always going to be stuck here, am I ever going to leave this property?" Ryan was soaping up her fur while she spoke, and he thought about her questions. "Well, I thought that you could walk around on two legs most of the time and other times we can pretend you are a real cat, and you can walk around on four. Medically, you are mostly human. You're hearing and reproductive system are similar to a cat. But, if you got a blood test, the results would come back human. And, as far as leaving the property goes... I'm not sure... We'll have to see." Ryan could see that Lilly was having trouble standing he helped her down to her knees and finished rinsing the shampoo out of her fur. Then, he took out some towels and started to dry her off, "How does my pretty kitty feel now?" She felt nice and soapy, quite a nice feeling. "Well... I'll be walking around however I feel that day... And I didn't know I had so much human left in me..." she rubbed up against him as he cleaned her. She purred as the towel moved around her body, feeling dry and warm now. "I feel clean now... Much better now..." she stood up and shook a bit before looking at him. "Do you need help making DI- oh wait..." she sighed as she looked at her paws. She laughed to herself and looked at him. "Guess I'll just watch or something" Ryan smiled and gave Lilly a kiss on the cheek, "You don't have to do anything around here, Lilly. You are my pet. It's my job to take care of you." Once she was dry, they left the bathroom. Ryan got dressed and they walked into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and took out a nice piece of salmon. The second Lilly saw and smelled the salmon, she started drooling a bit, as a human, she loved fish, that plus her cat likeness made her want it even more." That looks delicious..." she muttered, staring at it. She sat on the ground, her tail swaying back and forth, like a slow metronome. Ryan smiled when he saw her sitting on the floor. Her tail swaying drooling at the salmon in his hands. "Well, would my pretty kitty like her salmon now or would she like for me to cook it first?" She giggled a bit at his question. "Raw would be fine with me..." she said quickly, and she was quite hungry for some odd reason. She stood up on for legs, circling him, staring at him like a real cat would do in this situation, purring slightly. Ryan smiled. He cut the salmon in half and put it in her bowl on the floor. Then he started to cook his half. He poured some fresh water in her water bowl and sat down in the chair. "You know, Lilly, I have a perfect feeling about this whole situation." Lilly jumped at the soul when it touched the ground, digging into the fish. She ate quickly, before lapping up some of her water. "You do? That's good, I guess" she smiled, before thinking of something. " Why do you feel so well about it? I can't quite judge yet... It's been such a short time..." "I don't know really..." He said as he went about cooking the rest of his dinner, "It's just a feeling that somehow this was all just meant to be. That fate put the two of us in the right place, at the right time to bring us together. Now, are you still hungry, my pretty kitty?" She smiled at him and agreed with his statement. "No... I am quite full... Thank you though..." she stood on four legs and walked over to him, looking up. "Are you going to eat anything, though? You must be hungry..." Ryan turned and looked at his food on the stove, "Oh yeah..." He fixed his plate and sat down. He looked at the walking around all fours and smiled. After dinner, he put the dishes in the dishwasher then went into the living room to watch TV. Lilly watched him eat, and waited patiently for him to finish. She then followed him into the living room, and waited for him to sit down. When he did, she smiled at him, and crawled up to where he was. She decided to give him a little present... She kneeled down and leaned forward, unzipping Ryan's pants. Furthermore, she pulled his dick out of his underwear, and started to lick it. Furthermore, she didn't even say a word when she did it. To say that Ryan was surprised was an understatement. When he sat down, and she climbed up on the couch, he expected her to lay down on his lap. But, he couldn't believe it when she unzipped his pants with her teeth and took his semi hard dick in her mouth. The feeling was incredible... "Oh..." was all he could moan as she started to suck his dick. She was quite happy with his happy, yet surprised face. "Oh come on, did you really expect anything less, master?" she finished licking it, and immediately started sucking on it. First, the head, then, as far as she could go without gagging. Slowly, then getting faster, and faster. Every once and agile, she would focus on the head, then return to what she was doing. "Am I doing good, master?" she stopped to say, before continuing. Ryan was a little surprised when Lilly started to call him master, but he didn't mind. He moaned as she sucked on his cock. When, she asked if she was doing good, he said, "You are doing wonderful, my pet..." He stroked her back all the way down to her tail she continued to suck him. Her tail was swaying, slowly as she sucked him. "Oh... That's good!" she got faster, slowly, wondering how quickly she could make him climax. She tried an odd technique where she licked him with her tongue whenever she went back. She had finally got a study them going, hoping he was still enjoying it. Ryan moaned as she started her technique, "Oh yes..." He moaned... "Oh, Lilly... I'm going to cum... I hope you are ready...." He could feel his cock filling with cum. He knew he would be shooting his wad soon. She felt his dick pulsing, and could tell that he was about to explode. She had never actually tasted semen before, and she thought now might be a good time to try it. Furthermore, she thought she would really make him go 'boom' so, she went as fast as she could, trying harder and harder. Furthermore, she knew he couldn't go much longer. It wasn't long after Lilly started to increase her speed. He started to moan... "Oh, Lilly... Here it comes..." Then he shot a hot load of cum down his pretty kitty's throat. "Mm... Yeah... drink all of your master's cum..." She suddenly felt a large pulse and her mouth started to fill up with cum. It was salty and a little bitter, but she drank it all, slowly. When it was all down, she licked off her lips, and his dick. Once she was done, she crawled up onto the sofa, rubbing against him. "Did I make you feel good, master?..." she smiled and quickly added. "I've come to terms with my life now... I'm your pet, nothing more, and my life, is you to command. To put it bluntly, I'm yours, master." Ryan smiled, "You made me feel, very good, Lilly. And, I'm glad to hear that you have accepted your new life. And, you should know you don't have to call me master. You can call me Ryan if you like..." Ryan then lowered Lilly onto his lap and petted her as they watched TV. After about an hour, Ryan said, "I don't know about you, Lilly, but I think it's time for bed..." Lilly laughed a bit. "I know... I just like calling you that..." she then laid there until he announced it was time for bed. She was glad that she could make him feel good. And when he did announce it was time for bed, she stood up, off his lap, and bolted upstairs, making herself comfortable at the foot of his bed, and falling asleep before he even got up there. She was quite tired, for some reason. Ryan was surprised to find Lilly asleep at the foot of his bed. He chucked and said, "Good night, my pretty kitty." Ryan then took off his clothes and went to bed. The next morning, Lilly woke up, stretching. She looked around to see Ryan was still asleep. She had to use the restroom, so she ran all the way downstairs, just to find the litter box, and go to the bathroom. When she was done, the ran back upstairs and sat by the bed, waiting for Ryan to wake up. Ryan woke up when he heard Lilly get up and head downstairs, he figured she was going to the restroom. He made a note to move Lilly's litter box upstairs or allow her to use the restroom. Then he heard her come back in he rolled over and pretend to be asleep. Then he rolled back over and found Lilly sitting on the floor waiting for him, "Good Morning, my pretty kitty..." He reached down and scratched her between her ears, "How about you join me up here on the bed?" He patted the bed next to him... She smiled at him, relieved that he had finally woken up. "Well... Why wouldn't I?" she jumped onto the bed, clinging to him. "You're always so warm..." she purred, snuggling up to him. Ryan smiled when she climbed up on the bed and wrapped her fur covered arm and paw around him and snuggled up close to her. He loved the sound of her purring. It made him so hard. "So are you..." He held her close and gave her a kiss. "Would you like me to move your litter box upstairs?" She smiled and kissed him back. "It would be nice..." suddenly, her eyes flashed, and she looked at him, right in the eye. "I know this might be a very odd thing to ask... But... Could you Marie show me what it would have been like if I had not accepted my new life?" she hoped that he wouldn't think her crazy. Ryan looked at her, "Oh, you wouldn't want that Lilly... It wouldn't be nice. You'd be chained up downstairs eating nothing but real cat food and water, I'd chain you down and fuck you three times a day." She giggled a bit and tussled against him. "Hamm... You know I'm a very naughty girl... You're just saying that is getting me a bit wet..." She sounded very unusual, and very horny. "You are not a naughty girl," said Ryan, "You are a naughty kitty. Now, come here!" He pulled her close and kissed her very passionately. She pulled close to him, returning his kiss with her tongue intertwining with hers. Her pussycat pussy rubbed against his crotch and her small breasts and many nipples pressed agent his chest. Her tail swaying slowly back and forth. Ryan's cock harden as her fur rubbed against his dick. He reached down and his left hand and stared to rub and squeeze her top left breast. Then he right hand moved down her body to her pussy. Gently brushing against her nipples as it moved down. Once he reached her pussy he slipped a finger inside, "Does it hurt you to lay on your back with your tail?" She felt all of her nipples become hard as her caressed her. "No... It does not hurt, unless my tail is pulled, it has no feeling in it..." she moaned when she felt her pussy penetrated by his finger, and she did her best to tighten for her master. "That's good," He didn't want her to feel any discomfort as they had sex. Ryan then moved up back her body to her mouth and kissed her some more. He continued to finger her pussy until she was nice and wet. Then, he slides his cock into her pussy. "Mmm, Yeah." She kissed him passionately, she was quite Honey at the moment. She felt his thick member slide into her, her pussy grasping it with no room in between, anywhere. Furthermore, she moaned deeply and thrust her hips forward, digging in as far as she could go. Ryan moaned as her pussy clasped onto his cock. He was so incredibility turned on by making love to Lilly. "Yes, Oh yes..." he started to slide in and out of her, "mmm, yes... You feel so good, Lilly..." "Y-You feel bigger than last time... I barely have no room in there *pant*" she was swimming in pleasure at the moment, blocking out all else but her master's sweet cock and her own happiness. Ryan smiled when Lilly said he was bigger than last time. "Mmm yes... Oh Yes, Show your master how much you love him, my pretty kitty..." "I do love you, master, and I will do anything to prove it!" she used her hips to thrust onto him, as far as they could go, then almost all the way out, until she almost lost her mind. She looked him in the eye and kissed him again. "I'm cumming..." she moaned. Ryan moaned as she started to fuck him back, he returned her kisses and the second she said she was cumming he said, "Oh Oh Oh, I'm cumming too!" then he shot his load into the pussy.

From Business Woman to Pet (Ryanmo97 x SSlave)|rating:1.0

Shadows of Ressina IC

The air is cool and crisp on this early autumn day, and the city is bustling for the festival of falling leaves in the coming week. The sky is clear and winds are calm. Kids run excitedly through the streets on this, the first day of their autumn break, leaving the whole city with a cheery air. Out by the docks merchants peddle their wares, and veteran sailors watch out toward the seas, wary eyes trained on dark clouds barely visible at the horizon. You are somewhere in this city. Aryan was just leaving his modest home, having finished his first read-through of the essays he had assigned his class for yesterday, giving him the autumn break to review and grade them. He walked leisurely towards the market, thinking over some of the points that had caught his attention. He wasn't expecting any trouble, but was fully armored and armed nonetheless - it was his duty as a paladin to always be ready to defend others when needed. Jericho idly wiped down another set of mugs as he sat on his stool overlooking his morning patrons with a watchful eye. One of things he prided himself in was making sure people were properly taken care of while they were within his threshold. It was one of the small by-products that he picked up as his exposure to the Unsee lie deepened. Whatever happened to them outside his doors, of course, was another matter entirely but for now they were his to see after. Which is why he nodded to a darker corner of this tavern, the Winking Dusk, as his door let off a soft chime to admit the stumbling rookie guardsmen fresh from a heavy night of drinking to celebrate passing into official guard hood. With the open door however he caught a slight glimpse of the brewing storm out in the distance and frowned to himself.“Start up a batch of hearty stew.” He called back to the kitchens as began wiping up a batch of 'Easy morning' for the shortsighted rookies in his corner looking miserable.“And have some beef ready as a side.” He added as an afterthought, still frowning out the window. That storm looked like a ship killer in the making, pretty soon he'd have the old salt sailors coming in for a decent last meal on the off chance that the seas took them finally. Damn, going to be a busy day. The rays of the sun pierced through the drapes in the windows of Mathias room, hitting him square in the face as he laid in his King sized Bed. With a yawn he pulled down the mattresses and raised his head from the pillows and looked around the room. Then he called." Rose!! Violet!! "Spoiler Hide His cohorts, they are twins with the difference of wearing a bouquet in their dress of their respective flowers, so others can tell who they are XD I didn't stat them since i don't plan to use them for fighting but if you think I should, I will. January Berk is looking down to the chaotic surface of the trade quarter's roofs; he is perched high above the ground level, at the top of one of Messina's many towers. The man has been there for a while, now; he is watching the preparations for the upcoming festival. Soon the city will be covered in decorations, and the streets will be an explosion of colors and noises. Jandar isn't particularly interested in this kind of entertainment. He is a hired killer, first, and he has trouble understanding the language of happiness and joy. His words carry the shadow of violence and death on their wings. Yet, the lone man finds the sight of the incessant activity quite pleasant. From that height, the people of Messina resemble ants pouring out from a disturbed anthill; the assassin understands things like preparation and hard work. No doubt the festival's week would have seen him act as the long arm of the guild: in his experience, the chaos deriving from the people's celebrations had always been useful to conceal much less cheerful affairs. The hired killer looks up to have a good view of his surroundings. As his eyes go through the different districts of Messina, he briefly wonders how much free time the guild leaders will leave him. Jandar takes a few deep breaths, smelling the crisp and clean autumn air. It will be interesting, he thinks. After a long time, the man starts to climb down the same way he came. Kick Ralph walks down the street in the early morning. Of course, he does not look like himself; he so rarely does. Between his Hat of Disguise and his physical mask, he is Benjamin Apple, a simple man of average height with brown hair; absolutely nondescript. Invisible to the naked eye, hisFacelessmask sits on his head, protecting him from casual divination. One can never be too careful, after all. He buys a few apples from a vendor, tipping the woman with a smile. He munches on them as he walks to the guild headquarters of the Thespian Guild. Perhaps MacLean or Mandy would be around for a chat. If worst came to worst, he'd put together an impromptu show for the crowd. He walks through the door and takes in the view before sitting at a table. Spoiler: IOC Hide He's just looking around for any regulars and whether there's a show going on. Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick Ralph walks down the street in the early morning. Of course, he does not look like himself; he so rarely does. Between his Hat of Disguise and his physical mask, he is Benjamin Apple, a simple man of average height with brown hair; absolutely nondescript. Invisible to the naked eye, his Faceless mask sits on his head, protecting him from casual divination. One can never be too careful, after all. He buys a few apples from a vendor, tipping the woman with a smile. He munches on them as he walks to the guild headquarters of the Thespian Guild. Perhaps MacLean or Mandy would be around for a chat. If worst came to worst, he'd put together an impromptu show for the crowd. He walks through the door and takes in the view before sitting at a table. Spoiler: IOC Hide He's just looking around for any regulars and whether there's a show going on. No show right now, but up by the stage he sees Mandy chatting with another senior member of the guild. Spying one half of the Thespian Duo, Kick grins and meanders over to her and the other member of the guild. I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important, he says, unashamedly breaking into the conversation. He bows over Mandy's hand, saying, Benjamin Apple, at your service. Madame Mandy, a vision of loveliness, as always. And Sir Aaron, it's a pleasure to see you as well. He slumps down into an empty seat gracefully, arranging his limbs into carefully arranged chaos as he takes another bite of an apple. Benjamin Apple eating an apple; a bad joke that anyone who knows Kick knows he would make. What's the word today, my friends? Anything exciting of note? Originally Posted by Those_Smash Spying one half of the Thespian Duo, Kick grins and meanders over to her and the other member of the guild. I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important, he says, unashamedly breaking into the conversation. He bows over Mandy's hand, saying, Benjamin Apple, at your service. Madame Mandy, a vision of loveliness, as always. And Sir Aaron, it's a pleasure to see you as well. He slumps down into an empty seat gracefully, arranging his limbs into carefully arranged chaos as he takes another bite of an apple. Benjamin Apple eating an apple; a bad joke that anyone who knows Kick knows he would make. What's the word today, my friends? Anything exciting of note? "Nothing much, really. I'm slightly worried we'll have sailors come in by the boatload today because of the storm. You know how they get, every single time there's a storm out at sea, they flock in for entertainment just in case they kick it while out there, no matter how low the odds of that actually are." She sighs melodramatically." Personally, I'm hoping their more in the mood for drinks and food than our shows, so Blip can keep them busy, but it never seems to be so." Mayleen says, revealing she was just behind the stage curtains the entire time as she walked out and sat on the edge of the stage." Goodness, May! When did you get here?""5 minutes ago. Anyway, Ben, why don't you stop making incredibly lame jokes with your apple and help me set up for the Siren's Call show later." Kick pulls a face at MacLean's unimpressed reaction to his joke. I shall endeavor to concoct entertainment more suited to your demanding palate, Madame MacLean, but the simple ones always have that understated glory, he says, sighing an exaggerated sigh as he chomps down on the last bit of his apple. Brushing his hands on his breeches, he follows MacLean to assist in stagehand work. Nostalgia fills him as he goes through the usual routines; much as he enjoys acting (and seeing as he considers life one big play, he enjoys it very much indeed), the simple work of stagehands was his start in this career. A bright spot in an otherwise dreary childhood. The assassin slices through the crowded streets as if they were empty. There are many houses in the Trade Quarter of Messina that wise people avoid without a second thought; January stopped in front of one of those. It wasn't a particularly big house, nor it was beautiful - yet no one lingered in front of it. The man walks through the entrance without hesitation: he belongs here. The people that cross his path in the dimly lit hallways do not question his presence: January is a familiar, and sinister, sight to the members of the guild that owns the building. The hired killer stops in front of a door made of carved wood. He knocks on it and listens. After a moment, he steps inside. Jandar starts speaking while he is still looking around for one of the people in Messina that can give him orders. The assassin's voice is calm and posed; some would probably describe it as reassuring. He goes straight to the point, without wasting even a single word." The streets are starting to get crowded. It's going to be as magnificent as last year; possibly even more, if the nobles are going to compete with each other. I sense opportunities." Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick pulls a face at MacLean's unimpressed reaction to his joke. I shall endeavor to concoct entertainment more suited to your demanding palate, Madame MacLean, but the simple ones always have that understated glory, he says, sighing an exaggerated sigh as he chomps down on the last bit of his apple. Brushing his hands on his breeches, he follows MacLean to assist in stagehand work. Nostalgia fills him as he goes through the usual routines; much as he enjoys acting (and seeing as he considers life one big play, he enjoys it very much indeed), the simple work of stagehands was his start in this career. A bright spot in an otherwise dreary childhood. After just a few minutes, Kick is tapped on the shoulder by a younger member of the guild." Um, Madame Mandy wishes to speak with you... She said is more important than stagehand work..."" What? What could possibly be more important than our most important show of the year!" Maylee screeches, walking over." I-I don't know M'am, but she said was going to Blip's Bar..." Originally Posted by Detail The assassin slices through the crowded streets as if they were empty. There are many houses in the Trade Quarter of Messina that wise people avoid without a second thought; January stopped in front of one of those. It wasn't a particularly big house, nor it was beautiful - yet no one lingered in front of it. The man walks through the entrance without hesitation: he belongs here. The people that cross his path in the dimly lit hallways do not question his presence: January is a familiar, and sinister, sight to the members of the guild that owns the building. The hired killer stops in front of a door made of carved wood. He knocks on it and listens. After a moment, he steps inside. January starts speaking while he is still looking around for one of the people in Messina that can give him orders. The assassin's voice is calm and posed; some would probably describe it as reassuring. He goes straight to the point, without wasting even a single word. "The streets are starting to get crowded. It's going to be as magnificent as last year; possibly even more, if the nobles are going to compete with each other. I sense opportunities." "Beautiful. Absolutely perfect. It's kinda funny, don't ya think, that many members of the Thespian Guild are the people who get us the most money this season? Bunch 'a pretentious pricks, they are." Jandar's boss, a fairly young girl, no older than 20, smirks at you. Her feet, clothed in knee-high buckled boot are propped up on her desk, and her blond hair is tied back under a bandana. She pulls her feet off the desk, and leans forward towards January. "My question is, what are we going to do about it. Last year, we had some heavy losses. Obviously, not money, as you pointed out, we made out like bandits," She pauses, grinning at the memory."but, we lost 3 of our best member last year, certainly you must remember; the ghosts left their little signature right on them." She stands up, slamming a pure white shrike onto her desk. "I don't want to suffer this kind of losses again. So, I actually want you to try and find these bastards, and get them out of my way." She sighs." Of course, as a necessary precaution, no one can know that I'm giving you this mission, got it? You may still get other basic assassinations for the others, 'tis being the season for it after all, but this will be your first priority, it is very important." She smirks slyly, sitting back down." Unless, of course, you don't think you're up for the task." She laughs lightly, crossing her legs up on her desk again.-------------------------------Mandy charges into Jericho's bar." Hey, Blip! I need to commandeer your back room, sorry if there's any inconvenience." She says to him, as she's heading back there." Ben and Maddie should be coming here soon." Arriving at the market, Aryan went over to buy some chicken, bread, and vegetables. Technically, the ring he wore meant he didn't need to eat, but he still liked to. The killer picks up the shrike and twirls it in his hand, getting a feel for the uncommon object." I can ask around;- he shows the woman the weapon another time, before asking -"You mind?" Without really waiting for an answer, January makes the shrike disappear under his cloak." I should have some answers in a matter of days. So long, Siren." The man offers his superior a nod in respect while he leaves. He walks faster now that he has a purpose. Not a human anymore - a hound on the hunt. As January leaves the house to blend into the crowd outside, his mind is already working on the assignment. The shrike was a trail that could bring him to the mysterious guild. Like a traitor, it spoke volumes about its owner: uncommon weapon, uncommon metal, uncommon quality. The assassin mentally reviews his contacts - maybe one of them would have been able to tell him more about the weapon; and possibly where to look to obtain more information about the man who threw it. Spoiler Hide Maybe January knows someone who is an expert with exotic weapons or weaponsmithing, or someone who actually knows some other expert. Knowledge (Local): (1d20+8)[28]. Originally Posted by Detail The killer picks up the shrike and twirls it in his hand, getting a feel for the uncommon object. "I can ask around; - he shows the woman the weapon another time, before asking - "You mind?" Without really waiting for an answer, January makes the shrike disappear under his cloak. "I should have some answers in a matter of days. So long, Siren." "Good luck." Originally Posted by Detail Spoiler Hide Maybe January knows someone who is an expert with exotic weapons or weaponsmithing, or someone who actually knows some other expert. Knowledge (Local): [roll0]. One of your other bosses, Lethal, is a weapon smith, and you know he makes it his business to know about other crafters, you might be able to find something out from him. In addition, you know about a highly skilled, and highly knowledgeable weapon smith in the upper districts. Originally Posted by ladylove After just a few minutes, Kick is tapped on the shoulder by a younger member of the guild. "Um, Madame Mandy wishes to speak with you... She said is more important than stagehand work..." "What? What could possibly be more important than our most important show of the year!" Kaylee screeches, walking over. "I-I don't know M'am, but she said was going to Blip's Bar..." Now, now, MacLean, no need to get all in a kerfuffle. I'm sure Mandy has her reasons. By your leave, he finishes, tipping his hat to her before leaving the stage. Winding past the various tables and people, he exits the building and begins to head for Blip's Bar. Opening the door, he heads for the bar. Blip, my friend, how are you doing?he asks. I'll have my regular. Has Mandy been in yet? She sent someone to bring me here; right before our busiest time of the year, it must be important, huh? After exchanging pleasantries and chatting with Blip for a minute or so, he bids the man farewell and ambles in the direction Blip said Mandy had gone. Entering the back room, he says, Mandy, long time no see. I assume the day has become that much more exciting since last we met? Originally Posted by Those_Smash Now, now, MacLean, no need to get all in a kerfuffle. I'm sure Mandy has her reasons. By your leave, he finishes, tipping his hat to her before leaving the stage. Winding past the various tables and people, he exits the building and begins to head for Blip's Bar. Opening the door, he heads for the bar. Blip, my friend, how are you doing? He asks. I'll have my regular. Has Mandy been in yet? She sent someone to bring me here; right before our busiest time of the year, it must be important, huh? After exchanging pleasantries and chatting with Blip for a minute or so, he bids the man farewell and ambles in the direction Blip said Mandy had gone. Entering the back room, he says, Mandy, long time no see. I assume the day has become that much more exciting since last we met? "Oh, gods yes. Could you work with Madeline on something? It's away important. I know she's not the nicest person, but you two are the very best at disguise, and I think the trade guild is up to something." She sighs." I found this,"She holds up a gold piece with a small hole between her thumb and forefinger, before flipping in back into her palm and closing her fist around it."nailed to our door." Originally Posted by ladylove "Oh, gods yes. Could you work with Madeline on something? It's away important. I know she's not the nicest person, but you two are the very best at disguise, and I think the trade guild is up to something." She sighs. "I found this," She holds up a gold piece with a small hole in it up. "Nailed to our door." Kick frowns slightly. It is that time of year again, I suppose, he mutters. Of course, I'll work with her, but I won't promise that it'll be smooth sailing out of costume. You know how well our personalities mix. His eyes lose focus, remembering the last time he and Madeline had worked together. Not fun. Oh, they had gotten the job done, and admirably, but still...not fun. Anyway, where may I find Madeline now? No time like the present to begin. Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick frowns slightly. It is that time of year again, I suppose, he mutters. Of course, I'll work with her, but I won't promise that it'll be smooth sailing out of costume. You know how well our personalities mix. His eyes lose focus, remembering the last time he and Madeline had worked together. Not fun. Oh, they had gotten the job done, and admirably, but still...not fun. Anyway, where may I find Madeline now? No time like the present to begin. "She's supposed to be coming here. Guess you were quicker." Aryan returned home and stored the food, before heading back out again, this time striding purposefully towards the temple. With the autumn break at hand, he had some extra time to devote to the other half of his job, which meant that rather than waiting to be called on for a situation thatrequiredhim, he could contribute to whatever matters were at hand. January's next stop is Lethal's workshop. The assassin doubts the weapon smith will be able to tell him much about the shrike, or the guild would have acted upon that knowledge months ago. There is a chance it could pay off, however, and January Berk is not a man to discard any possible path without the appropriate consideration. As usual, the hired killer slips through the crowd unnoticed: to the other people, he is just a random, forgettable face. Finally reaching his destination, the man walks into the workshop of his superior." Lethiax? How is it going? Busy as always, I see. No, don't worry, I'll rob you of only just a couple of minutes. I need to know what you can tell me about this white metal shrike. It's one of those used by the ghosts to kill our people - I thought that if one could tell me where to start looking for the place that forged it, it's you." Jandar retrieves the small weapon from the hidden pouch where he kept it. Carefully positioning it on Lethal's working table, he steps aside, letting the expert have a good look. Originally Posted by Detail January's next stop is Lethal's workshop. The assassin doubts the weapon smith will be able to tell him much about the shrike, or the guild would have acted upon that knowledge months ago. There is a chance it could pay off, however, and January Berk is not a man to discard any possible path without the appropriate consideration. As usual, the hired killer slips through the crowd unnoticed: to the other people, he is just a random, forgettable face. Finally reaching his destination, the man walks into the workshop of his superior. "Lethal? How is it going? Busy as always, I see. No, don't worry, I'll rob you of only just a couple of minutes. I need to know what you can tell me about this white metal shrike. It's one of those used by the ghosts to kill our people - I thought that if one could tell me where to start looking for the place that forged it, it's you." January retrieves the small weapon from the hidden pouch where he kept it. Carefully positioning it on Lethal's working table, he steps aside, letting the expert have a good look. Lethal looks up from the shimmering gold blade he was working with." Hmmm? The Ghost's Shrike? You actually have one?" He picks it up, turning it over in his gloved hands, carefully inspecting it, before a slow grin takes over his face, and he laughs." How, interesting." He laughs again. "Where'd you get this? Are you sure it's the real deal? If so, then this whole thing just got a lot more complicated." Originally Posted by ladylove "She's supposed to be coming here. Guess you were quicker." Kick sits down on a nearby chair, lounging idly. What have you been noticing of late, Mandy?he asks offhandedly. Any unusual workings by the Trade Guild? Kilick considers his own memory and knowledge of the city in the past weeks, trying to spot any possible patterns. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): (1d20+12)[31] Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick sits down on a nearby chair, lounging idly. What have you been noticing of late, Mandy? He asks offhandedly. Any unusual workings by the Trade Guild? Kick considers his own memory and knowledge of the city in the past weeks, trying to spot any possible patterns. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): [roll0] "Nothing that I've noticed, and that's what worries me. What if they actually learned how to be stealthy, and not just brutes?" She sighs dramatically." When you and Maddy go in, I want you to find out what their up-""Oh, great. You want me to work with him again." Madeline sneers as she enters the room." What are we doing?"" You and Ben will be infiltrating the Trade guild to see what they're up to. Because this was nailed to our door this morning." She holds up the coin again. Spoiler Hide Nothing but their usual for this time of year, setting up to take advantage of the festival. Lethal's words seem to pique the man's interest. January shifts his weight from one foot to the other, as he leans over the table, looking at the shrike from over the weapon smith's shoulder." I'm not sure of anything, my friend. I got it from Siren; she says it's one from the ghosts. Why? What do you have to say about it?" The assassin looks at the other man and tilts his head. Kick sighs dramatically and rises to his feet in a swirl of his cloak. Believe you me, Madeline m'dear, the feeling is mutual. But regardless, let's make this our best stage show to date, shall we? To that end, what do you believe our best "in" to the Trade Guild would be? Traveling merchants? Client? Or my personal favorite, impersonate a member? Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local) to think of useful Trade Guild patsies: (1d20+12)[21] Originally Posted by Detail Lethal's words seem to pique the man's interest. January shifts his weight from one foot to the other, as he leans over the table, looking at the shrike from over the weapon smith's shoulder. "I'm not sure of anything, my friend. I got it from Siren; she says it's one from the ghosts. Why? What do you have to say about it?" The assassin looks at the other man and tilts his head. "Siren has no reason to lie, especially since I know how much she hates the Ghosts, but if this really came from them, well we have a traitor in our midsts. I made this shrike. It's actually Mikhail, my guess is the color was changed with magic. It seems pretty strange, that the ghosts would have one of my shrikes." He frowns. "Do you want to know how I know it's mine? This etching here." He runs his thumb over a small etching that's barely visible."LX. My signature, I mark everything I make, should it ever fall into the wrong hands. Good thing too, huh?" He smirks." If you're looking for the ghosts, go ask Len how they wound up with one of the shirking I made him last year." He pauses, looking as if he's about to laugh, but he doesn't." He should be out at the docks, you may want to catch him before he sets sail." Originally Posted by Quelling-dyrae Aryan returned home and stored the food, before heading back out again, this time striding purposefully towards the temple. With the autumn break at hand, he had some extra time to devote to the other half of his job, which meant that rather than waiting to be called on for a situation that required him, he could contribute to whatever matters were at hand. When he gets there, the only person in the front room is a teenage girl sitting on the altar up front, looking out over the empty room carefully. Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick sighs dramatically and rises to his feet in a swirl of his cloak. Believe you me, Madeline m'dear, the feeling is mutual. But regardless, let's make this our best stage show to date, shall we? To that end, what do you believe our best "in" to the Trade Guild would be? Traveling merchants? Client? Or my personal favorite, impersonate a member? Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local) to think of useful Trade Guild patsies: [roll0] "Every show is my best, I thought I told you that last time, Benjamin""Impersonate members. Easiest way to get actual info. They wouldn't actually trust traveling merchants, and I daresay they would trust a client less, especially at this time of year."" So, who exactly would we be impersonating then?" "That's up to you, but as high up in their ranks as you can get away with." Originally Posted by ladylove "Every show is my best, I thought I told you that last time, Benjamin" "Impersonate members. Easiest way to get actual info. They wouldn't actually trust traveling merchants, and I daresay they would trust a client less, especially at this time of year." "So, who exactly would we be impersonating then?" "That's up to you, but as high up in their ranks as you can get away with." Kick tuts lightly. If every show is your best, then every show is your worst as well; it's the valleys that let us appreciate the height of the mountains, after all, he says, voice obviously teasing despite the woman's apparent lack of a funny bone. So, we need to be high enough that we have access, but low enough that any minor discrepancies can be overlooked without fuss. He trails off, thinking of Trade Guild members that fit that build. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): (1d20+12)[13] This is to see what I know of the Trade Guild's general hierarchy. Safely within the confines of his "Divine market", Clay sells various wares. Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick tuts lightly. If every show is your best, then every show is your worst as well; it's the valleys that let us appreciate the height of the mountains, after all, he says, voice obviously teasing despite the woman's apparent lack of a funny bone. So, we need to be high enough that we have access, but low enough that any minor discrepancies can be overlooked without fuss. He trails off, thinking of Trade Guild members that fit that build. Spoiler Hide Knowledge (Local): [roll0] This is to see what I know of the Trade Guild's general hierarchy. "Oh, hush." She scowls." Yep, that's what you should do. Just find out what they're up to." Spoiler Hide There's Margaret Lena, workshop assistant to Lethal. There's Jean Ring, Courier. He often gets close to Siren. There's Alec Quandl, Sailor. He works with Captain William 'Willy Hayes' (the third leader of the trade guild). There's Charlotte Delaney, also a Sailor. She also works with Willy Hayes. Originally Posted by ladylove "Oh, hush." She scowls. "Yep, that's what you should do. Just find out what they're up to." Spoiler Hide There's Margaret Lena, workshop assistant to Lethal. There's Jean Ring, Courier. He often gets close to Siren. There's Alec Quandl, Sailor. He works with Captain William 'Willy Hayes' (the third leader of the trade guild). There's Charlotte Delaney, also a Sailor. She also works with Willy Hayes. Kick nods thoughtfully, pondering what he knows. I know of a few members close to the higher-ups that might work. It would be safer if we had a few days to observe their mannerisms and their typical comings and goings, but a good performer can think on their feet. Do you have anything else to say before we begin, Mandy? If not, Madeline and I shall be off to scheme and plot. The docks are a district in which a man possessing the assassin's skills is frequently called to operate. The search for Len will be swift under normal circumstances, and January uses his considerable expertise at work to locate the possible traitor. As soon as the target is located, the killer considers the possibility to approach him undetected before revealing his own presence: after all, theatricality and deception are powerful agents. Thus, once he finds Len, instead of walking directly to him, January evaluates the situation, to see if he can sneak up on him within a reasonable amount of time. If possible, he gets really close without being detected, before calling the guild's member by name:"Len." Spoiler Hide Some rolls, in case they are needed: Gather Information (to locate Len in case he is hard to find): (1d20+23)[33] Move Silently (to sneak up on Len if possible): (1d20+30)[42] Hide (to ambush Len as an alternative): (1d20+30)[32] Originally Posted by Detail The docks are a district in which a man possessing the assassin's skills is frequently called to operate. The search for Len will be swift under normal circumstances, and January uses his considerable expertise at work to locate the possible traitor. As soon as the target is located, the killer considers the possibility to approach him undetected before revealing his own presence: after all, theatricality and deception are powerful agents. Thus, once he finds Len, instead of walking directly to him, January evaluates the situation, to see if he can sneak up on him within a reasonable amount of time. If possible, he gets really close without being detected, before calling the guild's member by name: "Len." Spoiler Hide Some rolls, in case they are needed: Gather Information (to locate Len in case he is hard to find): [roll0] Move Silently (to sneak up on Len if possible): [roll1] Hide (to ambush Len as an alternative): [roll2] He jumps." Gah! January! Why'd you sneak up on me?" Len is one of the younger members of the guild, no older than 18, and he looks like a high class sailor, with the way he dresses. He has shortcut blond hair and light blue eyes. Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick nods thoughtfully, pondering what he knows. I know of a few members close to the higher-ups that might work. It would be safer if we had a few days to observe their mannerisms and their typical comings and goings, but a good performer can think on their feet. Do you have anything else to say before we begin, Mandy? If not, Madeline and I shall be off to scheme and plot. "I have nothing else for you. Good luck, do your best. I need to make sure the theater is secure for tonight show."" Let's just go already." Originally Posted by qwertyu63 Safely within the confines of his "Divine market", Clay sells various wares. A teenage girl skips in." A church and a shop? How strange. Hello, sir. What kinda things do you sell here?" Originally Posted by ladylove A teenage girl skips in. "A church and a shop? How strange. Hello, sir. What kinda things do you sell here?" "Quite a range, actually. Potions, weapons, armor, got a nice rack of rings over there. What ya looking for? Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Quite a range, actually. Potions, weapons, armor, got a nice rack of rings over there. What ya looking for? "A autumn gift for my mother. She's actually a priestess, so anything you've got that's good for them works. Any suggestions?" Originally Posted by ladylove "A autumn gift for my mother. She's actually a priestess, so anything you've got that's good for them works. Any suggestions?" "It's kind of expensive, but that staff tipped with white crystal should boost the power of some of her spells." January moves to match the young man's movements: he stays close, inside Len's personal space to the point of making his presence uncomfortable." Len. I was sent by Lethal and Siren. The guild has its eye on you, so why do you think I am here?" The assassin shows Len the shrike. He then stares at the young sailor, letting his reputation loose Len's tongue." Speak." Spoiler Hide And now, let's intimidate the poor fellow. Intimidate: (1d20+13)[23]. Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "It's kind of expensive, but that staff tipped with white crystal should boost the power of some of her spells." "How much is expensive?" Originally Posted by Detail January moves to match the young man's movements: he stays close, inside Len's personal space to the point of making his presence uncomfortable. "Len. I was sent by Lethal and Siren. The guild has its eye on you, so why do you think I am here?" The assassin shows Len the shrike. He then stares at the young sailor, letting his reputation loose Len's tongue. "Speak." Spoiler Hide And now, let's intimidate the poor fellow. Intimidate: [roll0]. "Why would they be watching me. I've been doing my job...?" His eyes widen at the sight of the shrike." I-Is that one of the ghost's shrikes?" He says shakily, staring at it." W-why are you showing it to m-me?" Originally Posted by ladylove "How much is expensive?" "Expensive is six grand." January maintains his voice calm as he continues:"Because it's yours. Now, Len, don't waste my time - I'm not feeling particularly patient today. Mind you, you're already treading on thin ice. Speak: I'm not asking you another time." The assassin tenses and prepares to incapacitate the young guild associate: it wasn't rare for people in this kind of situations to panic and act in unpredictable ways; a lesson that January had learned too well in the past. Spoiler Hide In case Len tries to run or attack January, the killer opts to incapacitate his target by full attacking him with unarmed strikes (to deal non-lethal damage). Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Expensive is six grand." "Oh, alright. Here you go." She dumps a large number a platinum pieces on the counter from here bag. "I think that's more than enough." Originally Posted by Detail January maintains his voice calm as he continues: "Because it's yours. Now, Len, don't waste my time - I'm not feeling particularly patient today. Mind you, you're already treading on thin ice. Speak: I'm not asking you another time." The assassin tenses and prepares to incapacitate the young guild associate: it wasn't rare for people in this kind of situations to panic and act in unpredictable ways; a lesson that January had learned too well in the past. Spoiler Hide In case Len tries to run or attack January, the killer opts to incapacitate his target by full attacking him with unarmed strikes (to deal non-lethal damage). "M-mine? H-how? I stopped u-using shrikes l-last year, and a-all the ones I used w-were Mikhail, not white..."" Now, now, now, January. No need to give the poor boy a heart attack." And January manages to run into all 3 of his bosses today as Captain William 'Willy Hayes strides up, his bicorn crooked and a saber in hand." Oh, is that what I think it is? One 'a ghost's shrikes? And you're questioning Len 'bout it?" January gives Len another good stare before he turns his head to address Willy; he gives him a nod of recognition before answering." Lethiax is sure that this is one of the weapons he made for Len. Now, I'd say that raises many questions." He eyes the unlucky sailor once again." I was about to bring him back to the guild house for... questioning." By the way January pronounces the word, "questioning" implies a world of unpleasant activities. Originally Posted by ladylove "Oh, alright. Here you go." She dumps a large number a platinum pieces on the counter from here bag. "I think that's more than enough." "Looks good enough to me. Just go and grab the staff." He puts the money in a box under the counter. Originally Posted by Detail January gives Len another good stare before he turns his head to address Willy; he gives him a nod of recognition before answering. "Lethal is sure that this is one of the weapons he made for Len. Now, I'd say that raises many questions." He eyes the unlucky sailor once again. "I was about to bring him back to the guild house for... questioning." By the way January pronounces the word, "questioning" implies a world of unpleasant activities. "Over a year ago though? A lot could have happened in that time. For all we know they just took a weapon that was thrown at them and missed and repurposed it. Or maybe it was stolen. Lethal has a tendency to jump to conclusions, you know. We're raided last year, about a month before the autumn festival then. I'm pretty sure it was the ghosts, because they left this,"He pulls a chain, with a painted white wooden shrike on it, from under his shirt."on my desk in the captains chamber." He smirks, pulling it off, and handing it to January." Why don't you take that to Lethal, ask him 'bout that one instead of torturing one of my best navigators." Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Looks good enough to me. Just go and grab the staff." He puts the money in a box under the counter. "Thanks Mister!" She grabs and skips out, somehow seeming more cheerful than she was when she came in. "I would agree with your judgement, Willy." Jandar takes the captain's chain, which goes back in his hidden pocket, together with the shrike." I will do that. Thanks for your time, captain. As for you, Len..." The assassin pats the sailor's shoulder: the aura of danger that surrounded him just a few moments ago seems to be gone, like snow in the sun."... Keep up the good work." That said, January leaves the docks, thinking about his next move as he joins the crowd of people. As he walks, he considers the options: white seemed to be the ghosts' color, but the stolen shrike was once silvery. What sort of process could actually change the color of mitral to pure white? Jandar knows very little of metalworking or alchemy, so he resolves to ask someone that can enlighten him. The assassin decides he needs to talk to an alchemist. Spoiler Hide Knowledge check to see if January knows an alchemist (if a roll is needed). Knowledge (Local): (1d20+8)[15]. If he knows one, he goes to visit him; if he doesn't, he seeks out someone that can direct him towards an alchemist. Originally Posted by Detail "I would agree with your judgement, Willy." January takes the captain's chain, which goes back in his hidden pocket, together with the shrike. "I will do that. Thanks for your time, captain. As for you, Len..." The assassin pats the sailor's shoulder: the aura of danger that surrounded him just a few moments ago seems to be gone, like snow in the sun. "... Keep up the good work." That said, January leaves the docks, thinking about his next move as he joins the crowd of people. As he walks, he considers the options: white seemed to be the ghosts' color, but the stolen shrike was once silvery. What sort of process could actually change the color of mitral to pure white? January knows very little of metalworking or alchemy, so he resolves to ask someone that can enlighten him. The assassin decides he needs to talk to an alchemist. Spoiler Hide Knowledge check to see if January knows an alchemist (if a roll is needed). Knowledge (Local): [roll0]. If he knows one, he goes to visit him; if he doesn't, he seeks out someone that can direct him towards an alchemist. "Good luck, January." Spoiler Hide Go to your fellow player. Clay is an alchemist who works out of a church in the market. Originally Posted by ladylove "I have nothing else for you. Good luck, do your best. I need to make sure the theater is secure for tonight show." "Let's just go already." [/COLOR] Kick nods. Quite, he says, giving a bow of the head to Mandy. Lead the way, Madeline. As the two leave, he mutters the information he has recalled. Two women and two men, all of whom come into contact with one of the heads of the Trade Guild. Two of them are sailors under Willy Hayes; one, an assistant to Lethal, and one a courier that often gets close to Siren. Pick your poison, and I'll have a mask for each of us within a few days. Originally Posted by Those_Smash Kick nods. Quite, he says, giving a bow of the head to Mandy. Lead the way, Madeline. As the two leave, he mutters the information he has recalled. Two women and two men, all of whom come into contact with one of the heads of the Trade Guild. Two of them are sailors under Willy Hayes; one, an assistant to Lethal, and one a courier that often gets close to Siren. Pick your poison, and I'll have a mask for each of us within a few days. "Workshop assistant. I know who she is, should be easy." January Berk enters the market from the west, even if that means taking a longer path: as usual, he avoids picking up habits which might favor ambushes. He is looking for the alchemist called Clay; the assassin hopes he will help him breach through the Ghosts layers of secrecy. Stopping in front of Clay's place, January briefly checks the blades he carries in the scabbards secured to his belt; reassured by their familiar presence, he approaches the alchemist." Good day. I'm told you might be able to assist me; I'm here to buy information about a certain alchemical technique." Jandar takes a look around, before retrieving the shrike from under his cloak; even then, he hides it in the palm of his hand until he carefully aligns it on the counter, just in front of Clay. Originally Posted by Detail January Berk enters the market from the west, even if that means taking a longer path: as usual, he avoids picking up habits which might favor ambushes. He is looking for the alchemist called Clay; the assassin hopes he will help him breach through the Ghosts layers of secrecy. Stopping in front of Clay's place, January briefly checks the blades he carries in the scabbards secured to his belt; reassured by their familiar presence, he approaches the alchemist. "Good day. I'm told you might be able to assist me; I'm here to buy information about a certain alchemical technique." January takes a look around, before retrieving the shrike from under his cloak; even then, he hides it in the palm of his hand until he carefully aligns it on the counter, just in front of Clay. "Let me take a look." Spoiler: IOC Hide Alright, skills time. I'm going to roll anything that might be useful: Craft (Alchemy): (1d20+47)[53] Craft (Weaponsmithing): (1d20+47)[60] Spell craft: (1d20+20)[27] Originally Posted by qwertyu63 "Let me take a look." Spoiler: IOC Hide Alright, skills time. I'm going to roll anything that might be useful: Craft (Alchemy): [roll0] Craft (Weaponsmithing): [roll1] Spell craft: [roll2] Spoiler: IOC Hide Technically craft can't tell you anything about other objects, but I see the logic in having it do so. It's a Finely made Mikhail Shrike that was turned white by a spell. The letters LX are lightly scratched into it, a signature of the maker. "Alright, the alchemy effect on this thing appears to simulate a stage 1 enchantment. Not that hard in the long run, I've got shelves of them, and I can do better. As to the white color, that seems to derive from a spell rather than alchemy. That will be one platinum piece, will you be wanting anything else?" "Easy. Tell me something I don't know. The spell, for example. What kind of magic? What do you need to cast it? How difficult is it? Who could use such an enchantment in the city?" Originally Posted by Detail "Easy. Tell me something I don't know. The spell, for example. What kind of magic? What do you need to cast it? How difficult is it? Who could use such an enchantment in the city?" "Haven't a clue. Magic isn't really my cup of tea." "Right. So in the end you can't help me, it seems." Jandar retrieves the shrike, reaches in the pouch he carries at his belt and retrieves a single gold coin that he puts on the counter." For your trouble." If Clay has nothing more to say, the assassin leaves. Back on the streets, January quickly decides to return to Lethal's workshop, to share his meager discoveries. Once again he presents an object to the guild weapon smith: this time not the white shrike, but Captain Hayes' decorated chain." I spoke with Willy: he vouches for Len, and I am inclined to believe that the young man is a clean. As for this, it is another gift from the ghosts. I'm going to talk with a mage, see if I can find out who cast the spell to change the shrike's color to white." Originally Posted by ladylove "Workshop assistant. I know who she is, should be easy." Excellent. I'll take the courier, then. Let's go pay the assistant a visit, so I can memorize her face to recreate later. Like I said, it'll take me a day or so to make both. Will you be needing any other props? Originally Posted by Detail "I spoke with Willy: he vouches for Len, and I am inclined to believe that the young man is a clean. As for this, it is another gift from the ghosts. I'm going to talk with a mage, see if I can find out who cast the spell to change the shrike's color to white." "Wood? Who in their right mind makes a weapon out of wood?" He takes it, carefully inspecting it." How curious... Will turned it into a necklace? Typical, really. He's always been really... Theatrical..."" Sir, if I may?" His assistant Margaret Lena quietly says." Heh? Sure, I guess, Peggy." He hands it to her, and she carefully turns it over in her hands before handing it to January." I know who made it. Tally Healers heart, really her brother. They live smack-dab in the middle of the ghosts district, and the make a lot of wood stuff, though most of it is Vita wood. They're the only people in the city who use wood, so unless it came from out of the city, it's from there. I'm really sorry that I'm sending you out again, you've probably been all over the place already this morning. I hope that it helps though..." Lethiax chuckles."and you remind me why I hired you. Yeah, I know who you're talking about, her brother apparently gets all of his supplies shipped in from another plane." He pauses." Be careful if you head out there. Ghost territory is dangerous, don't let anyone know you're from our guild." Originally Posted by Those_Smash Excellent. I'll take the courier, then. Let's go pay the assistant a visit, so I can memorize her face to recreate later. Like I said, it'll take me a day or so to make both. Will you be needing any other props? "No, I can get the peasant clothes myself." Originally Posted by Detail "Right. So in the end you can't help me, it seems." January retrieves the shrike, reaches in the pouch he carries at his belt and retrieves a single gold coin that he puts on the counter. "For your trouble." If Clay has nothing more to say, the assassin leaves. "You're about 9 coins shy there, mate." January does not even turn to face Clay: he just stops for the time necessary to speak his retort." And you are about nine useful pieces of news shy, alchemist. Be happy that you gained some gold for doing nothing." Giving another look at the market crowd, the killer starts to walk away. Originally Posted by ladylove "Wood? Who in their right mind makes a weapon out of wood?" He takes it, carefully inspecting it. "How curious... Will turned it into a necklace? Typical, really. He's always been really... Theatrical..." "Sir, if I may?" His assistant Margaret Lena quietly says. "He? Sure, I guess, Peggy." He hands it to her, and she carefully turns it over in her hands before handing it to January. "I know who made it. Tally Healers heart, really her brother. They live smack-dab in the middle of the ghosts district, and the make a lot of wood stuff, though most of it is Vita wood. They're the only people in the city who use wood, so unless it came from out of the city, it's from there. I'm really sorry that I'm sending you out again, you've probably been all over the place already this morning. I hope that it helps though..." Lethal chuckles. "And you remind me why I hired you. Yeah, I know who you're talking about, her brother apparently gets all of his supplies shipped in from another plane." He pauses. "Be careful if you head out there. Ghost territory is dangerous, don't let anyone know you're from our guild." "That's a lead. Thank you, Margaret. And you, Lethal." Jandar leaves the workshop. On his way to the new destination, he thinks about the right way to proceed. Opting for an ambush, the assassin raises his hood and does his best to blend within the crowd. Once he arrives at the wood carvers' place, January takes some time to take a look at the area. Maybe he could break into their house through a window and hide until they stop working; that way, completely avoiding the shop and the laboratory, where a customer might disturb. Originally Posted by Detail "That's a lead. Thank you, Margaret. And you, Lethal." January leaves the workshop. On his way to the new destination, he thinks about the right way to proceed. Opting for an ambush, the assassin raises his hood and does his best to blend within the crowd. Once he arrives at the wood carvers' place, January takes some time to take a look at the area. Maybe he could break into their house through a window and hide until they stop working; that way, completely avoiding the shop and the laboratory, where a customer might disturb. It's a nice little one-story house, and a young girl dressed in a knee-length white dress is sitting outside on a bench by the house, her eyes flicking over the crowd. Originally Posted by Quelling-dyrae Aryan returned home and stored the food, before heading back out again, this time striding purposefully towards the temple. With the autumn break at hand, he had some extra time to devote to the other half of his job, which meant that rather than waiting to be called on for a situation that required him, he could contribute to whatever matters were at hand. When he gets there, the only person in the front room is a teenage girl sitting on the altar up front, looking out over the empty room carefully.(Reposting because it seems to have been missed) Aryan looked over the empty temple briefly, then to the girl. He walked towards her impassively, before saying with a gentle smile,"Can I help you, lass?"and extending a hand to, ya know, politely and chivalrously help her down from the consecrated altar that she was using as a chair. Spoiler Hide ... Man I botched that Spot check bad... Originally Posted by Quelling-dyrae Aryan looked over the empty temple briefly, then to the girl. He walked towards her impassively, before saying with a gentle smile, "Can I help you, lass?" and extending a hand to, ya know, politely and chivalrously help her down from the consecrated altar that she was using as a chair. Spoiler Hide ... Man I botched that Spot check bad... "Who are you?" She hops down without taking his hand, her robes gently fluttering around her. "Are you the high priest? I was looking for him, but no one was here. My mom sent me to talk to him." She has long light blond hair that's hanging loose around her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She's wearing light purple robes and has some sort of necklace tucked underneath them. "My name is Aryan. I am a paladin in the service of Marilyn,"he explained." How long have you been waiting?" Spoiler Hide So...just how odd is it for the temple to be this empty at this time of day? Is this like "Great Marilyn where is everyone?" or "No service going on so everyone's probably elsewhere in the temple" or "I should have known better than to think anyone would be here at this time of day"? Or whatever? Originally Posted by Quelling-dyrae "My name is Aryan. I am a paladin in the service of Marilyn," he explained. "How long have you been waiting?" Spoiler Hide So...just how odd is it for the temple to be this empty at this time of day? Is this like "Great Marilyn where is everyone?" or "No service going on so everyone's probably elsewhere in the temple" or "I should have known better than to think anyone would be here at this time of day"? Or whatever? "10 or 15 minutes." Spoiler Hide Slightly unusual. There are usually a few people in the front room at all times, but at this time of day most of the clerics would be in different parts of the temple. And in relation to your sense motive; she's not lying directly, but she is neglecting to say something. Aryan nodded silently." What is it you need, lass? I might be able to assist you." He was a bit curious why no one was out here, and planned to check, but he figured he'd see to the girl first. A youth in need of aid was a higher priority than checking on a relatively minor oddity. Originally Posted by Quelling-dyrae Aryan nodded silently. "What is it you need, lass? I might be able to assist you." He was a bit curious why no one was out here, and planned to check, but he figured he'd see to the girl first. A youth in need of aid was a higher priority than checking on a relatively minor oddity. "No, I was specifically supposed talk to the High Priest." Noticing the girl, January makes sure not to draw attention while he walks around the small house. He looks for a window or a door through which he can slip through unnoticed. If the guild assassin can find a passage, he takes his time to make sure no one will actually see him go through it. Furthermore, he dedicates a few moments to take note of any alarm or trap that might be triggered by his passage. At this point, if all these conditions are met, January quickly enters the house of his targets, even though he still makes no sound. Once inside, he glances around to adapt to the different lighting and to get an idea of the situation. Spoiler Hide Relevant (?) rolls: Spot (look for doors/windows/hidden passages): (1d20+17)[34] Spot (check from outside to make sure that no one is looking at the door/window/passage from inside the house): (1d20+17)[18] Search (look for traps or alarms): (1d20+18)[34] Hide (get inside unnoticed): (1d20+30)[46] Move Silently (get inside unnoticed): (1d20+30)[41] Aryan nodded,"Wait here, I'll see if I can find (her?)." He'd begin searching the temple, heading first to the high priest's chambers (or whatever) and knocking on the door, and if not receiving an answer there, go through the rest of the temple until he found either the high priest, or someone he could ask.

Shadows of Ressina IC|rating:3.0

A princess in peril (elf role play)

WELCOME TO DELARIAMain villages-HEPHIATAKnown as the village of the light elves, this place is the sanctuary for all the light elves of Del aria. The princess is known as Yolk. She is a quiet and sweet friendly elf. Everyone loves her. The king is named Hephaestus. He is very kind and a good ruler. They rarely have crime here because only light elves are allowed. There are spells in place to keep the dark ones out.SNAKISONKnown as the village of evil and darkness Season is dark and depressing and full of evil dark elves. It is located on the top of a jagged cliff and very hard to get to. If you get to it don't hope for comfort because you will be sorely disappointed. It is full of crime and mercenaries. There are only dark elves located here.ELISTOMIAThe home of the elemental elves Estonia is neutral. There are some bad guys and some good guys. It is ruled by a council of elders. They make all decisions here. It has its own legal system and rules separate from the other cities in this kingdom. ---------- RULES1) No god modding- your elves cannot be all powerful.2) No controlling other peoples characters- If you have to wait for them to reply then wait.3) You need to post at least once a day-feel free to let me know if there is something that you have coming up, and you can not post.4) Follow the plot-Please try to keep your characters inside what's going on.5) Have fun fun fun!!!6) pm me your profiles and add :fees: to prove you read the rules. ---------- PROFILE Emplacement name:Character name:Character age:City of origin:Picture:Short Bio: ---------- Men name: Talitha001Character name: Multicharacter age: 900City of origin: HephiataPicture:Short Bio: As the princess of Defeat Yolk is a light elf. Her best friend/ bodyguard Clara is the only one who knows her most intimate of secrets. Yolk has never been a fighter. She is a talented healer though. She can even bring people back to life if they have been dead for less than a day and if they did not die of natural causes. Yolis favorite thing to do is play with her animals. She collects birds. Whenever a new species is discovered you know she will be the one going after it. ---------- open and accepting ^.^ still waiting for people to join ^.^ Quote: Originally Posted by Xx DRAW xx :fees: Men name: Xx DRAW xx Character name: Artemis Character age: 1065 City of origin: Season Picture: Short Bio: Artemis was born and raised in the streets of Season. He is cunning, fast, a flirt, sarcastic,and a trickster. He was abandoned when he was young and was brought up on the dirty streets of Season. Since Artemis lives in Season he knows how to use many weapons, anything that would defend himself against others. He knows every evil there could possibly be and for him that's "home". Quote: Originally Posted by Dragonball Men name: Dragonball Character name: Jake Davis Character age: 666 City of origin: Estonia Picture: Short Bio: Jake was born into a good family, but because of his looks every-one thinks he is evil, but his mother and father know he is not evil, Jake is always being ignored by many people, and he doesn't rarely speak because of it, he is kind and generous, but the only people who know that are the ones have spent more than 1 minute near him Quote: Originally Posted by Darkest Hour :fees: Men name: Darkest Hour Character name: Tatiana Character age: 19 City of origin: ESTONIA Picture: Short Bio: Tatiana was always the type to be silent but deadly. She normal stuck with her gut feelings towards most things. Talianna is able to control wind, and hear its whispers, so on and so forth. Talianna also enjoys swimming in the rivers and creeks.She's not exactly...ordinary, but who is? Taliannas father and mother was never around, soon enough Tatiana moved out to take care of herself and not have someone she always had to wait on. Talianna lives in a house near the woods. This helps keep her supplies and people out. Quote: Originally Posted by Peace Warrior :fees: Men name: Peace Warrior Character name: Aqua Character age: 832 City of origin: Estonia Picture: Short Bio: Aqua was born in the city of Estonia. She can control the element of water quite well. Her great great-great-grandfather is part of the city council. She sometimes helps make decisions for the city. She also has a home close to the water. Aqua is sweet, bubbly,fun, smart,and adventuress girl. Artemis walked down the dark alleyways of Season. He suddenly stopped when he felt something under his foot. Artemis looked down slowly and shook his head when he saw a bloody body." Damn.....that's the tenth one this week.....crime is getting really bad." He whispered to himself. Artemisjumped over the body and went on walking. He heard a few screams a few allies away and sighed. I need a drink..... He thought as he took a right which would quickly lead him to the bar....one of the few shops that didn't get robbed every few hours. Yolk kicked and screamed as she was dragged through the dark elf city. She was not going to be taken without a fight. She screamed for them to release her, or they would pay. The dark elves ignored her and continued to drag her. Every time they passed an elf she would plead for help but was ignored. She saw a guy walking slowly and yelled at him." Please don't let them take me to GAAR. I will do anything. My father will pay you anything just please don't let this happen." Artemis stopped when he heard a girls voice directing to him. He slowly turned his head and quickly recognized the girl as the princess of Defeat. There had been an award for her for years. Gaara had wanted her as his pet for years. Artemis didn't really care about this, although he had not given a good beating to an elf in a few days. This would be an easy fight since there were only 2 dark elves dragging her. Artemis quickly looked around for anything he could use as a weapon. He smiled when he saw a steel pipe only a few inches away. Artemis quickly grabbed the pipe and ran up to the elves. He could see the shock on their faces, although it didn't last that long since they were both knocked over by the pipe. He quickly held onto the pipe and grabbed the girl by the hand, pulling her up. Artimes chuckled at the dark elves who where knocked out. Without saying anything to the girl he quickly started to run, pulling her along with him. He was smart enough to know that those elves would be up in a few minutes. As they ran through the allies he decided to have some conversation." So what's you name?" He asked. She was in a total state of shock. This dark elf had saved her. She could not native it." I am Yolk. I am sorry if you are in trouble now. Furthermore, I do not wish to be guards pet and my father is sure to attack your city if GAAR did anything to me. Furthermore, I do not wish pain or hurt for anyone." She slowed down running out of breath." Why did you save me?" Artemis stopped, pulling them into a dark ....well darker than most allies. He pinned Yolk against the wall and put his finger against her lips." Be quiet.... I here them coming." He whispered. Artemis watched as the two elves rushed past them and straight into the crowd. He waited a few minutes before stepping back and leaning against the opposite wall." Sorry about that love. I didn't need to die today....not yet anyway." He chuckled." I didn't really save you. I was merely getting my daily thirst for blood. It was only a mere coincidence you were there." Artemis said. He kept glancing back outside every few seconds. He knew that the elves wouldn't find them but....you can never be sure. Artemis sighed." Well you should go home. This is no place for a light elf....nor the princess of light elves for that matter." He said in a serious tone. Men name: YueMoonCharacter name: Character age: 1000City of origin: HephiataPicture:Short Bio: Due is the adopted brother of Princess Yolk. He was adopted when the King and Queen found out the queen couldn't have a child. So one day the King was out riding and he had fallen from his horse. He had a very bad cut and this young man came to his aid. He looked at the young man and asked his name. Furthermore, he told the King his name is Due. Then the King invited him to the castle where he is still to this day. Then five years later Yolk was born and they had a rightful successor. Due was happy for his new-found parents and after a while started liking Yolk more than just his sister. Due has the ability to heal minor wounds and fix broken bones. He can't revive the dead like Yolk, but can bring a person back from the brink of death. He also can cure magical poisons, but needs time to do so. Due is also a skilled fighter, but only fights as a last effort. (welcome Due. Since your new ill let it slide that you didn't read the rules. Please go over them for me.) Yoli stared at him a moment and frowned." Like I would stay here willingly. Thanks for the help, but I think I shall find my own way out now. I hope you enjoy your life of crime." She turned and started walking down the alley quickly as if with purpose. She could not native the nerve of some people. Artemis shook his head slowly as he heard the tone of her voice. He quickly caught up with her and blocked her path so she couldn't continue forward through the ally." Excuse me....either those elves knocked you around a little too much or your just plain dumb. If you want to get out of Season then you're going to need me help..... I mean...unless you want to get caught by those elves and once again be dragged through the allies. I might not be the best person to help you but if it involves danger..... I'll Lady help." He said with a smile." By the way.... I wouldn't head in the direction your going.....there are some nasty wolves back there that would love a fresh meal." Artemis said. Yolk stared at him a moment. She was really getting annoyed by him. All he cared about was himself, and it was annoying her." I do not need the help of a dark elf. Don't think I can not take care of myself. I am not a light elf princess for no reason. I think I can get out of here without you." She pushed at him trying to get him to get out of her way. Artemis sighed and scooted out of the way." Go ahead Princess Yolk.....although I gave you a warning. Next time your in trouble and I'm around I won't be the one saving you...." He said. Artemis looked down at the steel pipe he still had in his hand. He quickly handed it to her with a half smile."You're going to need this.....especially if you're going in the direction you are..." Artemis said and started down the opposite way down the ally. She stood there glaring at him. Just what she needed to be dependent on a dark elf. She growled and followed him keeping a distance of ten yards between them. She would at least follow him. She left the pipe there. She did not approve of violence so she would find other ways to defend herself if needed. Artemis chuckled silently as he heard the footsteps behind him. He soon stopped when they reached the end of the ally. He quickly backed up and turned around to see Yolk. He looked her up and down and slowly shook his head." Alright....your pretty...although you're a light elf. That is terrible.....especially if you're in Season. I think I can fix that though..." He said mostly to himself. Artemis pulled out a small potion bottle from his bag." Ok I stole this from a wizard a few months ago. I don't really need it since I'm pretty dark, but I think it will help you." He said putting it in her hands." Drink it. It will turn your skin darker and make you look like a dark elf. It's not permanent so don't worry. It last 12 or so hours." Artemis said. She took the potion from him and stared at it curiously. It did not look very appetizing. She sighed and drank it quickly." I appreciate it, and thank you for the compliment. I am sure it was so difficult for you to say that." She glanced at her hands. They had turned a darker color almost blue-black. She sighed. Just what she always wanted to be a dark elf she thought sarcastically. Artemis chuckled at her words. When Yolk had completely turned black he smiled." Good now we won't get caught so easily....also we need to give you some.....wardrobe adjustments." He said and quickly wrapped her bottom dress. It was a little shorter than before. He smiled when he was down wrapping at her clothes. Artemis ruffled her hair some and stood back when he was finished." Very good. Now you will actually blend in with the crowd...... Come on." He said taking her hand and starting down the cobblestone street. He casually walked down. He got a few stares, but everyone did in Season so he wasn't to worry about it. Artemis lowered his head and whispered in Solis ear." Sorry I had to rip your clothing. As you can see.....that's the fashion here." She jumped when he tore her dress. It was her favorite dress to. She glared at him a moment. Then she sighed and walked with him." While I appreciate your ripping my favorite dress I do think it looks stupid. Why do you dark elves dress so weird? I grew up being careful of what I was wearing because modesty and chastity is a prized trait."She looked at the other elves they passed and frowned. They were indeed all wearing ripped clothing. "Well I'm sorry Yolk but people here aren't as rich. Anyone that even tries to open a shop here either gets killed or robbed. The only places that can stay in business are usually bars." Artemis said. He looked down at his clothing. It wasn't that bad....considering where he lived." You can stay at my place tonight. It's too late to go traveling out of the city. We can leave early tomorrow." He said. A few minutes went by before be turned and started down a small alleyway." My place isn't that far from here. Only a few more minutes and we will be there." His place? Great........ He probably lives in a doorway." I would love to thank for being so considerate. I never knew dark elves were so nice." She followed him slowly keeping as close as possible so as not to get lost. It was getting dark, and she did not know her way around this place. Artemis soon stopped in front of a small shack. He had found this place empty a few weeks ago. It was a good place to sleep at, and it kept him dry during storms. Artemis opened the door and stepped inside. He closed the door when he knew Yolk was with him. He let go of her hand and quickly started to set up his blankets. He rolled some up to make them pillows. When he was done he laid down and looked up at Yolk." You should get some rest. Sorry it isn't as you like, but it will do for now. We have to get early... I need to get something before we head out...." He said. She frowned at him a moment. There was no way she was going to sleep on the ground. She was not a commoner." Um as much as I appreciate it I think I will stay up tonight. Thank you."She found a small box and sat down on it. She crossed her hands over her chest and stared out of a window. Artemis rolled his eyes and flipped over so he could see Yolk." Whatever floats your boat. I'm just saying when you have to walk all day I'm not the one that is going to carry you..." He said with a small chuckle. Artemis yawned and closed his eyes." Night Princess....." He whispered before falling asleep. Yolk watched him with a frown. She looked back out the window. She noticed it was raining. She reached up to her cheeks and felt the tears. She had been crying. She missed her father so much. She just wanted to go back home. She was sick of this place, and she was sick of being here. Furthermore, she just wanted to be home again. Artemis woke to the sound of rain on the shack. He slowly opened his eyes and looked p at Yolk. He noticed tears running down her cheeks. He sighed and sat up." Look I know you don't want to be here....damn none of us do. I know your not used to seeking trough allies and sleeping in shacks but until I get you home I promise I will try to keep you safe...so just don't cry." Artemis said in s soft tone. Although he was a dark elf believe it or not he did have a soft side. She looked at him a moment and then standing up walked over to him. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his." Thank you for your help. I promise I will pay you back." She leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.(boo ya kissed by a light elf princess he now what ^.^) ((O.O.... Wow..... You win. The only way I can top that is if I give her candy...and I don't think he would be carrying candy around. XD))Artemis was shocked as to why she was kissing him. He quickly backed up, hitting his head on the broken shelf. Artemis grabbed the back of his head and groaned." Great..." He whispered. Artemis looked over at Yolk with a confused expression." Why did you do that?" He asked. Due was just sitting in the garden playing his flute when he got the news. Two guards come to him in the garden "Prince Due, Princess Yolk is missing. We have intel that says she is in the Dark Elf City Season." Due looks at the guards "Thank you for the information. We should get an elite team to go in and rescue her. We don't want to start an uprising between the dark elves and light elves." The guards run off and Due goes back to playing his flute and starts to the outer parts of the castle. Thinking about what he could do to help his dear sister. Yolk frowned at him a moment. She did not especially expect this kind of reaction. She had always thought that boys enjoyed a kiss from a girl. In her city that was a normal reward for when someone helped her out." I apologize." She looked down at the ground frowning. This place was so confusing. ((I could join if I have enough time to ^_^)) (your welcome to its Jake. Just pm me a profile ^.^) Artemis shook his head and scooted back over to Yolk." No I'm sorry. It was a bits uprising that's all. I didn't expect you to do that. Most people around here don't do that." He said. Artemis chuckled."Besides, I didn't know you wanted me so badly. I wouldn't think the Princess of Light Elves would have a crush on a Dark Elf." Artemis said laying back down. She looked at him funnily for a moment and then laughed." I do not have a crush. I was just thanking you. Where I come from that's how a lady thanks a guy. How do dark elves thank each other?" She leaned in closer to him curious as to what he would say. ((how long does the bio have to be?)) (not long. At least some basics on your character. I don't like long bios.) ((ok, I'm just making my character, where is every one else's characters?)) (Yolk and Artemis are in the dark elf city and yes character is in a field I think) ((well, what should I post :S maybe my guy could walk up to yolk and Artemis since I'm making him look evil (but he's not))) (well its nighttime, and they are in Premises house) ((powwow... well I'm stuck now :()) (well you could just post in and perhaps someone will find you.) ((but like what? :cry: any ideas will be helpful)) (IDK something Jake. Just like walk around or be stalking through alleys or maybe mug someone lol) ((but Jake is a good guy :S)) Artemis raised an eyebrow at her question." Well if you think beating someone over the head and taking there money, or maybe robbing your friends store is a good way to thank someone then we do it all the time." He said with a chuckle. Artemis smile slowly faded." People don't greet nor thank anyone here. This is hell sweetie." He said closing his eyes. She sighed. There was no point to be in a place like this. She just wanted to go home. She was tired of the ill mannered people who treated her badly and to think they did not even thank each other properly." I really hope that you will stay in my city after we leave. I know they will treat you good as soon as they find out what you did." Artemis shook his head." I stay in your city. Yoli.......I'm a dark elf if you Baden't noticed and the last time I checked if a dark elf is spotted around Defeat they get sent to the dungeon." He said turning so he was on his side." The only place I can actually live is in this place...." He whispered. A soft smile spread across his lips." Besides....after I get you back to Defeat you wouldn't need me anymore." Artemis said with a light chuckle. (Due is in the castle area in a garden of some kind.) She stared at him. This was something that he would ever understand. She laid down on her back and looked up at the top of the building. She looked back over at him and frowned." Everyone I live around would welcome you to open arms. We are forgiving unlike the people who live here. Besides, I would not have even invited you unless I wanted you to be there with me. We do not ignore dark elves anymore. We appreciate everyone for all of their qualities. There are indeed a few who would probably ignore a lot about you but not me and not my father. We are a nice people. You just have never met them before." Artemis nudged her gently in the shoulder." Alright alright Princess. I get it. Now how about we go to sleep before it's already time to wake up." He said. Artemis closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.-------Next Morning--------As usual Artemis woke to gunshots. He quickly sat up and gently shook Yolk." Hey Princess....we need to get up now..."he whispered. Yolk fell asleep quickly and had horrible nightmares. She woke to loud noises and being poked and prodded. She looked up at Artemis."What's going on?" She asked sleepily. Artemis chuckled."Oh, nothing. Just another day in Season." He said. Artemis grabbed her hand and pulled her up." Come on... We have to get going. I still need to see that wizard so we can get down the mountain." He said. Artemis quietly walked over to the door and opened it, checking down the ally before looking back at Yolk." Alright Princess...it's safe. Come on..." He whispered. Yolk stood up and took his hand. She followed behind him." A magician? Why are we going there and what do you mean this is a normal day. Where I come from this is very unusual." Due still worried about his sister wandered the castle and tried to figure out something he could do. The fact that she was in the dark elf city worried him greatly, and he knew on his own he wouldn't be much help. So after thinking about he went to his father to talk. "Father the news of Princess Yolk being kidnapped worries me. I wish I could do something to help, but there doesn't seem like much I can do by myself. I just hope for her safe return, it's just I have never really heard of dark elves being nice. Let's just hope she is okay and found someone that would be willing to help her." The king looks at his son and just says "You already seem to know what you want to do, so don't worry about it everything will turn out just fine." Artemis chuckled." Well hearing a few gunshots and screams is nothing out of the usual and the reason I have to visit a wizard is that we need some transportation down the cliff. I really don't want to climb all the way down....so the next best thing is to fly." He said with a smile. Artemis shook his head when he finally noticed that the potion Yolk drank had warned off. He would also have to buy a few of those as well. Thank goodness he had robbed a few places before he had met Yolk. Artemis grabbed a large torn blanket and wrapped it around her head." This should help keep you face hidden." He whispered. Artemis took her hand and quickly left the small shack and exited the alleyway. The wizard was only a few blocks and as long as they stayed with the crowd and Yolk kept her head down everything should go just peachy. Yolk sighed and put the blanket on her head and followed him slowly. She was not thrilled about this, but it was better than getting caught and raped. She continued to walk slowly down the path hoping that no one would notice her. Tatiana walked threw the woods gracefully. Her face was smooth without emotion. The wind fluttered her hair and made her smile enjoying its soft words whispering in her ear. Talianna followed a path that lead to a creek. Talianna bent down by the creek and cupped her hands and drank some water. She stopped for a moment.' Quiet.' Talianna muttered as she continued to sip the water from her cupped hands. Artemis held Solis hand as they traveled through the crowd of dark elves. When he finally reached a small shop labeled "Magic" He quickly entered the shop with Yolk. A small, old man stood quickly when he heard the small bell, indicating the shop door was opened." Whatcha need"The wizard said in a low, gruff voice. Artemis let go of Solis hand and walked up to the counter." I need two witches brooms and 3 darkening potions." He said in a serious tone. The wizards raised his eyebrow." Boy you know that costs over 5k.....unless you have that money then you should really think of something...." The wizard quickly stopped when Artemis brought out to large bags of gold." I believe this should cover the costs." He said with a smirk. The wizard smiled and shuffled to the back of the store and quickly brought out the two brooms and 3 potions. Here ya Go sonny"He said. As Aqua was in the middle of her daily swim in the nearby creek, she gasped for breath as she arose from the water. Aqua spotted another person on the other side she was bent down beside the creek. Aqua approached her and asked "who are you ?"... Aqua was very curious about whom this person was, she had never seen her before. This was very strange since she knew almost everyone in Eli stoma. Due looked at his father and said "Sire I am going to go out and think in my favorite spot. You know the one near the creek. If you need me I will be there for now." Due just needed to clear his mind and this was the place he most often went to when he needed to think. The creek wasn't far so he made it there quickly, then sat under a tree and started playing his flute. The song he played filled the air with an enchanted and peaceful sound. Birds and other animals started to stir a little and come near Due to see what he was doing. Due felt so at peace here in the forest. Italians eyes gracefully moved to the girls face.' Hello, I am Tatiana, who are you?' Talianna spoke softly as the wind brushed against her skin informing of her of a nearby person. Talianna sighed softly and stared at the girl in the water while twirling the wind around her finger trying to keep it occupied. Yolk watched him handle the seemingly mean wizards with a frown. It had never occurred to her that anyone would be so willing to be nice to someone who seemed so mean." You are brave." She told him softly. Due's music fills the surrounding area for everyone to hear. The surrounding woods almost seem to come to life with the playing of his flute. The tree's start almost dancing to the music as he continues to play. Unaware to him this was his fathers favorite spot to play his flute and also the place where Due's mother had met his father. This place felt like his home and he didn't know why, but just kept playing because that is when he was his happiest. Still reflecting on what to do about his sister being kidnapped, Due drifts into an almost trance like state. The music had completely affected him, and he was lost to its enchanting melody. Artemis smiled and quickly took the objects from the wizard. He held the two witches broom with one hand and had the three potions in his bag. "Thanks." He said and walked back to Yolk. He gave her a wink and smiled." You bet I am." Artemis said with a chuckle before taking her hand and walking back out. Artemis quickly skipped the crowd and started to walk down the back ally. It would take 30 minutes walking to get to the edge of Season. He looked down at Yolk then brought his gaze back up to the dark ally. " So Princess.....have you ever ride a witches' broom before?" He asked a bit curio to what she would say. As Aqua commands the water to push her gracefully to the edge of the creek she notices that the girl had answered her question. Aqua is taken to the very edge of the creek and is left there. Aqua walked over to the girl and sat down beside her. Aqua dangled her toes in the water and then large waves crashed along the ridged rocks. Aqua said in a bubbly tone 'My name is Aqua'. Tatiana smirked.' Not to be rude, but do you hear music?' Talianna said as she stood and looked back into the trees. She couldn't see a thing.' Do you want to search for it with me?' Talianna asked in a soft tone. Aqua listen intently as she hears a soft whisper of a lovely and lively music. Aqua thought to herself I wonder who that could be. Aqua reply's to with a smirk"Yeah lets go investigate that". Due still just off in his own world continues to play his song. Birds start to land on his hand and sing along with the melody, as if they knew the song. Other animals start to gather around him as he plays. Enthralled by the melodic playing of Due's flute, it's almost like nature is in tune with him. Unaware to him, his playing is being enhanced by his natural magic of being able to control wood. His flute which he had found here after he had found out his parents had been killed. He figured it to be of a wood element elf due to its fine craftsmanship. It almost felt like it was magical it's self, and little to his knowledge it was magical and had belonged to his father. Tatiana nodded and started walking into the woods. She followed the wind spirits listening as they whispered in her ear. Talianna did nothing but listen until she saw a boy leaning against a tree and playing his flute. Talianna smiled from the sweet sound.' Your music is wonderful. Talianna said softly to herself as she sat down in a complete daze from the music. Due still playing his music noticed a slightly different presence. He opened his eyes to see an elf girl sitting listening to him. He continued to play, but now was not just playing for himself, but this new-found person, who was lost in the music he was making. The wind spirits danced and spluttered threw Italians hair as if dancing. Taliannas eyes softened as she listened to the wonderful music. It was completely different from most of the music she heard when others played the flute. Talianna couldn't help but be trapped in a daze as he played. Due notices the wind spirits and starts playing a certain way, as if he is communicating with them. He tells them "Tell her that I would like to know her name. Tell her to speak it, so I can hear her." As he continues to play for her, hoping she is enjoying the music as much as he is willing to play it. Tatiana tilted her head as the spirits twisted around in her ear whispering her message. She shooed them off and spoke.' My name is Tatiana, my friend is bit behind but...what is your name?' Talianna asked taking great interest. Most of the time no one ever noticed the wind. She wondered how he could even see them, but she just watched him, her expression blank. Due still playing his music as the tone changed slightly again, he tells the wind spirits "I am Due, and I live in Defeat. It is nice to meet you Tatiana, I hope we can be friends." Due doesn't ever stop as he does this and still lost in the sound of his flute. Thinking to himself "She is very pretty, I would like to get to know her better first." Tatiana nodded.' Nice to meet you. Talianna spoke softly getting more and more into a daze as he played his flute. Talianna blocked out the wind and for the first time her head clouded with thoughts, such a huge had that she was able to block out all the images the wind had touched and was trying to bring back to her for 'show and tell.' Looking over at Tatiana, Due realized she was totally lost in the feeling of his music. Wondering if he should stop so he could get to know her a little better might be nice. So he slowly stops his music to speak with her. Not to surprise her quiet, yet he doesn't stop right away but lets his music fade off a little at a time. This is to allow her to come back from the feeling. Now looking at her and almost stopped he asks "So how did you like my music Tatiana in a soft and gentle voice. Italians head soon cleared.' Ah.' Talianna muttered as her head pulsed when the wind gave her a nice wake-up call.' Your music is very lovely, how did you learn to play so well?' Talianna asked as she sat up straight and her features remained emotionless. "I just started playing and got good at it. I had found this flute right after my parents had died and from that day on have been playing here. I don't really understand why I am so good, but I am starting to believe that this flute has magical properties to it. Furthermore, I've heard of elves that can use the elements. Furthermore, I think this may have been used by an elf that used wood elements. If you look at the flute you can tell it wasn't carved, but formed this way, cause there is no carving makes like a hand made flute would have." Tatiana stared at the flute for a moment.' I see what you mean. Talianna said softly admiring its hand work then she turned her eyes back to him. She sighed softly wondering how far behind her friend was, Talianna decided not too far, and she hoped her aqua would catch up soon. "So where are you from Tatiana?" looking at her with a smile. "You look like you are thinking about something!" Due looks at her hoping she doesn't mind him asking. Jake walked alone a pathway while nothing but his arrows and bow "well, I should nearly be there" he mumbled to himself as he stroked down the path "this is taking forever" he moaned, but soon there it was, the city called Season "wow, this place really does look evil" he gasped as he saw how terrifying, he started to walk up the cliff and about an hour later he was at the gates of Season She smiled and said "No not ever. Light elves usually ride on magical auras. I can't right now because only my dad can conjure it for me." She felt tears as she thought about her dad. She missed and loved him so much. Jake walked up to the gates of Season "wow, this is awesome" he muttered and the guards aimed the weapons at him and began yelling at him to stop "wow, ok" he said as he dropped his bow "so much for 'go to Season, you can get in and get some stuff we need from there'" he thought as the guards began searching him and yelling at him not to move Artemis smiled." Well then you will defiantly have a fun time then. It might be hard to get used to but after a few minutes of flying you get the hang of it pretty quick." He said with a small chuckle. Artemis suddenly remembered the days when he was just a small child. One day he stole and old witches broom to try and escape from Season. Although he didn't get to far since there had been a spell on it which brought the broom right back to its owner if ever stolen. Artemis snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Yolk eyes start to water." Hey did I say something? I promised I would get you back to your home so don't cry OK." He said with a half smile. Tatiana grinned.' I can't remember sadly, after I learned how to speak to the wind it changed me.' Talianna said not having one memory of her parents or how young she used to be when she lost them. Talianna sighed.' More like, what are you thinking about? Talianna said with a laugh. Humor sparked against her eyes like a live match set to wood ready to be flamed. Aqua walks up to Tatiana and sits down quietly. Aqua saw the man playing the flute. "Who are you"? Aqua paused and waited for his response. Looks at Aqua "I am Due, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I was thinking about my sister. She has been kidnapped, and I really want to help her, but she is in Season, so I don't dare go there alone. That would be suicide for sure." looking at Tatiana and Aqua. Tatiana smirked. Traveling.would be fun.' Perhaps we could all go? Talianna said. Talianna paused and waited for his answer. Aqua smirked that would be a good idea I've never traveled without my grandfather before. Aqua looked up at due and said yes I think it would be best if we all traveled to Season. "It is a hard job, if you are willing to help we can go back to the castle, and you can talk to the King directly. My father will be willing to pay you for your services, for saving his only daughter Princess Yolk." Tatiana nodded.' Well, lets get a move on.' Talianna said with an easy-going smile as she got up and waited for the other two to rise. Talianna hoped that this would be an easy trip, it probably wouldn't be, but it was worth the try. Aqua stood up to follow Tatiana she waited a second for due. As Aqua waited she could feel the wind across her face as it gently touched her cheek. Aqua also heard the still large waves crashing in the background. Looking at them both motioned for them to follow him to the castle. Once there Due went to his fathers private chambers to talk with him and brought Tatiana and Aqua with him. Due looked at his father and said "Sire these ladies would like to assist in the return of Princess Yolk, I also plan to help them with this mission. We will need supplies to make it there and if possible a faster route to the dark elf city." The King looks at his son and says "Prince Due I commend you on your drive and passion, I will grant you the provision you will need. There is also something I would like to tell you in private after we are done here. As for you young ladies of Estonia. I will pay you for your services and aid you in any way you will need. For now think this over and I would like to talk with my son." Tatiana smiled and bowed her head. Then Tatiana slipped her hand into Aqua's and walked out into the hallway with her.' Once he's out here, lets inform him we need to go pack so we can go together. If that's okay with you?' Talianna said in a soothing velvet voice, her eyes flickering with excitement. Yolk looked at him and jumping into his arms gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek." Ever since I was kidnapped you have been the nicest guy to me and I can not get over that. You are just so sweet." A small blush rose to his cheek when he felt the kiss on his cheek. He quickly snapped out of it and glared down at Yolk. "You really need to stops uprising me with hugs and kisses! "He shouted angrily.....although he didn't think it would give off a lot of anger since he was still blushing. Kaden turned back to the ally." Just warn me before you do that again...." He whispered. "Due I need to tell you something about your parents, that no one has every told you. Your father was a wood element elf. His name was Vladimir. If you haven't noticed you can control wood objects with magic. This is a power that was passed to you by your father, and you have also noticed that you can heal people, which was a power both your mother and father could use very well. I wanted to tell you this so that you could use your powers to find your sister and to help those young ladies better." Due looked at his father and said "Thank you sire, I have also found that I can speak with wind spirits with my flute. I to figured that this flute was made by a wood element elf, and seems I was right. I must have been my fathers then. Furthermore, I will use this information to help aid in finding my sister." Due then walks out to join Tatiana and Aqua to get ready for this mission. Tatiana looked to due.' Can we have a meeting point so Aqua and I can get our things together?' Talianna said as the excitement remained dormant behind her eyes. Taliannas voice was soft and controlled. ((Sorry, brainfart.^^;)) ((what's been going on)) ((Basically with the elemental elves there with Due who is the kings 'son' and we're getting promotion to go to incision or w/e to help the princess. Now we're waiting for yes reply because Tatiana and Aqua are in the hallway in the palace waiting for him to come out so the two can go and get there things together.^^;)) ((oh ok)) Yolk frowned when he yelled at her but then smiling she stood next to him put her arms around his neck and grinned." I am going to kiss you."She leaned forward and gave him a hard kiss on the lips. "Sure, let's make the spot we meet to be the meeting spot. That seems like the best spot to meet. Let's meet at day break so we can get there get this over with right away. See you later then." Kaden eyes widened at her words. He tried to stop her, but suddenly he felt her lips on his. Kaden was too shocked to move. Was this just another one of those "things" light elves do? He was actually quite surprised at how much strength she was putting into the kiss. He kissed her backlight thinking it was just another one of those light elf thing. He unwrapped her arms from his neck and gave her a small smile. "You light elves are so odd with you strange ways of thanking people." He said with a small chuckle. She grinned at him." So tell me how this broomstick stuff works. I really want to go home so bad." She stood next to him waiting patiently for him to explain how they were going to get home. Tatiana nodded.' Alright.' She said and then looked to Aqua.' Do you want to come with me and we go get our things together?' Talianna asked as she smoothed her own hair out of her face. Kaden chuckled.' Well first we have to get to the side of the cliff before I can show you. The end it just down this ally....believe me. I know every inch of Season." He said taking her hand and starting to run down the ally. The soon come to the end of the ally. Instead of dead end as allies usually end in there was wide open space. Kaden stared out then looked down the cliff. He gave out a low whistle before looking back at Yolk." Alright. All you ready to learn?" He asked. She jumped up laughing." I can not wait this is going to be so fun."(sorry crappy day. My heads not working love.) Aqua replied with extreme confusion yes. Aqua grabbed Tatiana hand and started walking away. Aqua was very excited about the trip but scared at the same time. Aqua had only seen the good in everyone. Aqua looked up to see the light blue sky and the dusty clouds rolling across. Aqua hurried up till she got to her house. Aqua grabbed a large green suitcase. For the next 5 minutes aqua was scrabbling around trying to gather her things. Aqua closed the suitcase and stood up she rolled the now heavy suitcase out the door. Aqua went back to the kitchen. She slowly wrote a letter to her grandfather it was saying that she was leaving and the reason why. Aqua sealed the letter and stuck it under a glass cup. Aqua looked at the house and said her goodbyes. Aqua then walked out the front door and stood by Tatiana. Tatiana smiled.' Ready? Talianna asked as she started walking into the dense woods near the direction of her house. She did not have much to say but she pretty much just wanted to hurry up and get packing done and over with. Talianna slipped into her house and ran to her bedroom. There was only one item she needed to carry and that was her mothers neckless. Talianna always had it with her whenever she went on long journals such as this one. Talianna tied it around her neck and walked out.'Let's go.' Talianna said as she walked alongside Aqua heading back to the meeting spot. ((It's fine. Totally understand. ^^ I hope your day gets better. * Juggles *))Artemis chuckled." Sure it will. How about you watch me before you try it. I don't need you falling off the broom...that would be very messy...." He said, whispering the last part to himself. Artemis quickly cleared his head and put the broom between his legs. He never actually rode one of these things.....only stole them, but he didn't think Yolk needed to know that. Artemis backed up a bit then burst into a run, flying off the cliff. Although he thought that would be a good idea he was now falling in midair. He closed his eyes and quickly started to picture himself flying. He suddenly felt himself stop and start to levitate in the air. Artemis smiled." Yes!" He shouted. He spun the broom around and flew back up to the top of the cliff where he saw Yolk still standing there." Alright do what I just did but actually picture yourself flying before you run off the cliff...." Artemis said with a nervous chuckle. (Everything suddenly got better ^.^)Yolk watched him gasping and crawling to the edge of the cliff when she saw him fall. She smiled when he flew back to her. "You scared me half to death you know." She straddled her broom and closed her eyes picturing herself flying as she stepped off the edge of the cliff. She could feel a slight breeze and when she opened her eyes she was levitating at cliff level. Furthermore, she grinned. This was fun. Due then goes back to the meeting spot and just waits for Tatiana and Aqua to arrive. He starts to play his flute, with what he has learned feels more at home here now then he ever did before. Then Due wonders about his sister and hopes she is okay. Tatiana and Aqua soon made it to the meeting spot. She watched as Due played his flute. It was amazing at how good he was at playing the wood instrument. Then again, he could be a wood elf.' Ready?' Talianna said softly looking back at the two. Kaden chuckled nervously. "Sorry....that was kinda my first time riding a broom. Your doing great though." He said with a smile and a thumbs up. "Alright now that we got the just of the riding thing and having on now we just have to get down the cliff....if you could Princess....just follow me." Kaden said turning around. He tilted her broom downwards. They needed to get down the mountain and this was the only way to do it. He held on tightly to his broom as he dove. She positioned her broom to follow him. Her face was lit up. She would see her father soon, and it made her so happy. "Yes let's get going, It will take a little bit, but we should be there by midday. I will warn you there is going to be some dark elves on the way. They may attack us so if you don't mind a little fight then you should be fine. Are you ready Aura, and I can see that Tatiana is ready? So let's go." Due says looking at the two of them. Aqua lifts her head and nods ever so slightly. Will I be strong enough to fight the dark elves Aqua thought to herself? Kaden looked back only a few times to see is Yolk was still following. When the ground started to get clearer he pulled up, not wanting to crash-land on the ground. He quickly slowed his pace as he rode just above the tree tops. This area was the forest region. Not owned by anyone except mother earth. Many traveled through here to get to the cities, but none lived in these parts. He looked over to Yolk since she was now by his side, since he had slowed his pace a lot during his thoughts. "So what do you think about flying?" He asked with curiosity in his tone.

A princess in peril (elf role play)|rating:2.0

Some R&R in HR (Arjayoh x Sketchyequine)

"Yes, yes of course, thank you - yes I'll see you on Monday," Scott said excitedly as he pressed the end call button on his phone outside the Starbucks on Fifth Street. He was beaming. A wide smile erupted on his face as he turned to enter the coffee shop for his usual morning drink. It didn't matter whether he was working or not, or whether it was a weekend or a weekday, he always found himself at the Starbucks or the locally owned store on Eighth Street around 9 a.m. Of course, he'd say he wasn't addicted to the caffeine, he just 'liked the taste' but that was more than a white lie. His excellent mood was caused by a phone call from the local hospital offering him the job as Head of Human Resources after he applied some time ago. Numerous rounds of interviewing made his aware that this job was much bigger than he had initially anticipated. He was ready for a promotion or a new challenge, and he'd reached the top of the totem pole at his current company, so had been looking and applying for new jobs for the past few months. It was a total of 43 days from sending his application in to him receiving the phone call that he was successful in his application, and that he'd start in two days. He wore a casual look, unlike his usual weekday attire of a suit and tie, but that day he was dressed in a slim fitting pair of jeans and a light red t-shirt that showed his chest and shoulder muscles. He liked wearing form fitting clothing more, especially as he'd worked hard at the gym to get in to shape, always being the chubby kid in high school and college. A breeze hit him as he walked in to the air-conditioned room, not as loud and busy as it would have been on a weekday, but relatively well occupied nonetheless. His favorite cashier was working, and he greeted her as he made his way to the till." Morning, Susan," he smiled softly. "The usual please, but with an extra shot of espresso this time please, late night last night," he laughed softly. It was true enough, he'd let loose a little for the first time in months after being invited out by an old friend he hadn't seen since his college days. His body clock was the only thing that prevented him from sleeping in all day, but he knew he'd need a pick-me-up in the form of extra caffeine. The coffee was quickly made and handed to him once he'd paid, and he turned to see the regular attendee that he'd seemed to grow some kind of crush on over the past few weeks. The woman was a true beauty, and Scott ran in to her seemingly wherever he went. Both coffee shops, the library, on the subway. He even thought he'd seen her at the bar the previous night, but that could have been wishful thinking. Sipping his coffee through the to-go cup, he strolled over to the table where the woman stood, feeling on top of the world, it probably wouldn't hurt to say hello, right?" It really must be my lucky day today, good to see you again," he smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth as he set his coffee down on her table, his hand still around it, however. Samantha had been up since three thirty, at work since four o'clock this morning, and she was always allowed a break every morning between nine and ten in the morning. It was a lunch break of sorts. In a desperate attempt to get out of that damned hospital she would always leave and get coffee a block down the road at the Starbucks. A mocha latte and a scone were enough to keep her moving through the motions without yelling at people in the ER all day long. She was a trauma doctor. Sam saw a lot of ugly things during her shifts, and the least she could do to keep her sanity was to change out of her scrubs for an hour and go get a damned cup of coffee. So she sat, legs crossed with her nose in a book and one hand wrapped around the paper cup and one foot bouncing in a fidgeting manner. Samantha wasn't good at staying still for very long. Perhaps that was she had done so well in medical school. She had worked herself up to being a trauma surgeon much faster than anyone else in the program. To say the least, Sam was a workaholic, and she never wandered far from the hospital. The bar, Starbucks, and library she frequented were all within a mile radius of the hospital and her house. Their house. Samantha was married. Her husband was a cardiothoracic surgeon in the same hospital she worked at. The pair worked and lived together, you'd think they were absolutely inseparable: a power couple. But they weren't. Sam and her husband, Jesse, were not what you would call happily married. They hadn't even touched each other in months let alone gone out anywhere together besides to and from work four days a week. Sam worked Monday through Thursday, four am to, supposedly, four pm. However, she hardly ever got out of their in before six. Jesse and Sam didn't talk at work unless it was business related, and they sure as hell didn't talk at home. Happily ever after, right? Her unhappy marriage was why Sam took note of the good-looking guys she saw in her day-to-day routine. But there was one in particular she seemed to see nine times out of ten every time she went out anywhere. She didn't recall ever talking to him, but she sure as hell enjoyed raking her eyes over him from time to time. This morning was no exception. He walked in almost on cue and hopped in line. Sam quirked an eyebrow, but she didn't raise her eyes. She could see him well enough out of her peripheral, but it was certainly a distraction from the subject of her book. He ordered a coffee, cheery as ever, then headed directly towards her.Oh, shit. She thought. He must have caught me looking. She thought, trying not to look as panicked as she felt when he tapped his coffee down on her table. Sam slowly rose her green eyes up from the text on the page and made eye contact with the man. Her own attire was simple: a pair of black leggings and a button up, oversized flannel over her torso. It swallowed her: hiding most of the evidence of her femininity save for the smallest bit of cleavage peeking out where she hadn't buttoned it up all the way. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail for work, but she hadn't bothered to redo it for the sake of getting a coffee." And what is it that makes you so lucky?" She asked, painting a soft smile across her plump lips. "The fact that I'm going to invite you to sit down or the fact you found me again?" She asked, mostly teasing, though she was curious. She saw this man everywhere, but she didn't even have the faintest idea what his name was. "Samantha. Samantha Evensong. But once you've talked to me at least three times I'll let you call me Sam." She gave him a wink." I think I saw you at Rudy's last night. Though, I dipped out around eleven. I can't stay out long past that if I still hope to get any work done the nest day." She laughed. He laughed softly and smirked back to her, releasing his hand off of his coffee cup, showing his relaxation around her. Her subtle flirting let him know he was in the clear, but a quick glance down to her hand as she held her coffee showed a good-sized wedding ring, something he was yet to see in any of their brief interactions. Despite this, he sat down across from her and moved his coffee across the table so it was sitting again in his dominant left hand. His right hand found his thigh, and he looked across, disregarding the wedding ring and returning to a smile." Well, I thought I was just lucky enough to see you again, but definitely didn't think I'd be invited to sit," he said before sipping his coffee. The waitress, Susan, dropped off a couple napkins, and he thanked her quietly before looking at Samantha inquisitively. "They don't usually bring napkins over at Starbucks, do they?" He asked before looking back at Susan and catching her watching the two of them." Anyway, my name is Scott.... Scott Mahler," he offered. "I don't really have a nickname, but if you want to come up with one, you can let me know after the third time we talk," he winked, hoping this would be the first of many conversations between the two of them. "But yes.... Samantha until then," he obliged, laughing a little and leaning back in his chair to get more comfortable. Nodding along with her, he knew he'd remembered correctly. "I thought so! I wasn't sure if it was just because we seem to see each other everywhere, or if it was truly you," he laughed a bit more and then leaned his elbows on the table, getting closer to her but not too close." We must run in pretty familiar circles if we always see each other," he said softly. "What do you do?" He asked, not exactly expecting an in depth answer, but he knew she was successful, there was an aura about her that just breathed success. She was confident, well-dressed and groomed well, and if the wedding ring on her finger said anything, it was that her husband was too. Sam chuckled, slipping a piece of clean gauze into her book where it served as ghetto ass bookmark. It was a romance novel though that wasn't obvious based on the cover. Sam got plenty of adventure, mystery, and even horror just doing her job. The only thing her day to day truly lacked was romance. So... she read about it to make enduring a life without it a little less painful. She and Jesse didn't even sleep in the same bed anymore. Sam had so graciously been kicked to the spare bedroom while Jesse took over the master. Whatever. At least she didn't have to listen to his snoring anymore this way. The bastard was never willing to do anything about it." Maybe she's just bringing napkins because she thinks I'm going to start sweating just by talking to you." She gave him a wink before following his gaze down to her wedding ring. Usually she didn't even wear it outside of work, but she kept it on around the hospital in a futile attempt to keep patients from flirting with the cute little redheaded trauma surgeon. Pathetic? Maybe, but it worked. What was more upsetting to Sam was the fact this cute guy now knew she was married. "Or maybe she's just hoping we'll both reach for the napkins at the same time and brush fingertips like in the movies." She teased, but once glance over at the barista was enough to tell Sam she was young and a hopeless romantic. Sam's leg continued to bounce nervously under the table as she socialized with the man. Why the hell was she so nervous? She wondered. She met new people all day every day for work. Furthermore, she had good people skills yet here she was terrified he would ditch are the second she sounded boring or overbearing. What if he was one of those guys who didn't like a woman who were powerful in the work place? There was no doubt that Samantha herself was a powerhouse and she didn't let men walk all over her at work or anywhere. Except for Jesse, but that was AA different story." I live around here." She informed him, trailing her chewed short fingernails along the side of the cup while she made eye contact with the male sitting with perfect posture in her chair and leaned forward towards him just a tad. "This place, the library, the gym, Rudy's... they're all along my walk to and from work. I hardly ever drive anywhere these days unless its damn cold outside and I don't feel like freezing my ass off. After all, I worked hard on this ass." She smirked a bit. "If I remember right you're a member at my gym as well, correct? I think I've seen you there during some of my workouts. Drenched in sweat truly is me at my cutest. You're a lucky guy." Sam glanced at the simple silver watch that was strapped around her wrist and pursed her plush lips. 9:35 AM. She would have to head back soon so that she could be changed and ready for pre-ops at 10. If she even got to do pre=ops. Half the time the ambulance brought in a trauma case that required her attention, and they would reassign a different doctor to her more routine procedure patients. Sam was best utilized saving a trauma patient... not removing a lipoma or appendix." I work at the hospital. East bay? I don't know if you've heard of it or driven past, but it's the biggest hospital on this side of town. We take care of a lot of emergency patients as well as provide standard procedures from dermatologists to cancer treatment. It's a big place, but I hope you never find yourself needing to be one of my patients. I work primarily in the emergency room and if I'm not there I'm leaned over some poor sap on the operating table. Just hope you never have to see me at work, and you'll just keep running into me on the streets." She was a huge flirt, and he loved the back and forth they shared as they slowly drank their coffees, the busy atmosphere that surrounded them definitely not influencing their mood or conversation. They were two relaxed people in a city that was nothing short of hectic, and it felt good to be able to be less tense than the average Joe or Josephine that was grabbing their coffee drink and then rushing back out of the door to make their meetings. As she told him about her regular haunts, he checked each of them off in his head with a visible memory of seeing her at each INE. The coffee shop was easy, as it seemed like she had her own reserved table all the time - the one they currently occupied. The library was a little harder, because he didn't find himself there too much, but he vaguely remembered them brushing past each other at the entrance. The gym, they always seemed to be running next to each other or catching each other's eyes from across the weight room, and Rudy's - always seeing each other across a busy room crowded full of the city's finest. It was like a romantic novel waiting to happen, especially now that he'd realized she was married. And what else was that? Oh, of course she worked at where he'd be starting on Monday. You could've written the script right there." East Bay? Uh...yeah I know it," he said softly, not wanting to give it away that they likely would be seeing each other at work, although considering he was head of HR, she probably would want to avoid him as much as possible."Yeah, let's hope so, I'd much rather not be bleeding out in front of you, that'd be a terrible second meeting, and I wouldn't even be able to call you Sam yet," he winked, laughing a little and sipping at his coffee before noticing it was almost empty." I'm...ah...in between jobs right now, but it's looking promising, so hopefully I'm not selling my kidney anytime soon to speed up that second meeting of ours," he grinned, his blue eyes piercing hers. "Well good luck with your new job, Scott." Sam smiled softly before taking the last swig of her own coffee before glancing at her watch yet again. She had to get going now of she would be late for her pre-ops. Samantha grabbed the last bit of her scone and scarfed it down before glancing back up at Scott's piercing blue eyes with her own soft green ones. Blue and green always seemed to go together quite well. Perhaps that was some kind of sign that she shouldn't ignore this connection they seemed to have to one another. So she smiled and rummaged through her pocket until she found a pen and old, crumpled gum wrapper." How about this, Scott. I'm going to give you my number, and maybe we can actually meet up a Rudy's next time rather than just running into one another by chance. Or you can just send me pictures of the weird mole on your back that you think might be cancer. Whatever you want, really." She offered, smiling gently at the handsome young make. Without hesitation, she scribbled her name and number onto the wrapper and slid it across the table under fingertip towards Scott: the stranger made acquaintance. "But for now... I have to go. Have a great day, Mr. Mahler." She cooed cheerily before she disappeared out the door of the coffee shop, walking at a brisk pace. Sam usually didn't give out her number to good-looking guys at Starbucks. In fact, she didn't give out her number to guys at all. After all she was married. Sam was unhappy in her marriage but aside from a few drunken, raunchy dances at Rudy's she had never gone against her vows. She was a good girl, and she tried to be a good wife, but she just wanted so much more out of her life. She was young and at least somewhat good-looking. Samantha deserved a better life than this. The rest of the day was a wash. There were no huge traumas on Sammy's shift, so she spent the day doing minor surgeries: mass removals, appendectomies, and minor internal bleeding repairs as a result of minor blunt force trauma. It was a relatively easy day for the young doctor, and she got to go home after a short 13-hour shift at the hospital. Tonight she didn't feel like going out. She felt like staying in bed in an oversized t-shirt and her thong, rolling around in bed and watching Netflix while her husband ignored her in the other room. It was Thursday. She had the next three days 'off', so she was allowed to stay up past 8PM without any consequences. So she did... binging real crime documentaries until she fell asleep drooling on her pillow. Sam spent the entire weekend just like that, forgetting she had even given out her number and keeping her phone off almost the entire time. If Scott had texted her she hadn't seen it, thanks to her own bliss of being detached from the word for three days. Monday morning came just as quickly as it always did. Samantha got up, got dressed, and drove to the hospital separately from Jesse even though they had to be there at the same time. True love. When she got there she picked up some case folders and ducked behind one of the nurses stations in the ER to read through her potential work for the day. She called it potential because there was a very real possibility that a car accident or gunshot wound would roll into her ER and require her full attention. However, there was something new on today's agenda. All the docs were to clear their 9AM to 9:30AM time block to meet with the new head of Human Resources. Sam groaned." I guess no coffee for me today." She muttered to herself. She couldn't care less about the HR team. Scott smiled softly, shocked as Samantha slid her number across the table to him before she stood up and left the coffee shop. He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't told her they'd be colleagues just a short three days later, but regardless, she'd have found out soon enough. Taking the piece of paper and adding the number to his phone, he typed S-A-M-A before stopping to think. He removed the final A and added Evensong at the end, smirking to himself as he pressed save. Standing, he walked over to the counter and ordered another coffee, his usual routine when he had no plans for the rest of the day. His usual routine was to people watch and put all technology to the side for a while, but he kept his phone in his hand that day, his thumb itching to unlock it and text the beautiful woman who'd been so kind to give him her number. In the end, he was able to resist the urge and put his phone away. 'This is a married woman,' he continuously thought to himself. 'I can't get involved, she probably only did it to be polite anyway.' A number of theories arose and circled around his head as he tried to justify why Samantha would have no interest in him, as he did for most woman he were quite clearly interested. Finally finishing his coffee, he waved goodbye to Susan who was getting ready to finish her shift, and she waved back, almost rushing to clock out as she saw him leaving, but he was out of the door and down the street before he'd even realized. The warm air hit him instantaneously, and he knew it wasn't a good idea to go for a walk with how much he'd sweat, so he strolled back to his apartment, phone in hand yet again as he thought back to his encounter with Samantha. Quickly, his mind was in the gutter as he thought about her in her work uniform, and then out of it, or partially out of it at least. His thoughts would always end with him remembering the wedding ring, the obviously expensive wedding ring, and he'd stop himself again.' Do I really want to share a building with this woman?' He asked himself as he got home. Of course, he did - he'd worked hard to get the job, and he wouldn't let anybody get in the way of that, but there was definitely some risk involved. Later that evening he looked out of his apartment building on to the busy city street below, almost going insane inside his apartment alone, so he ventured out and plucked up the courage to text his new crush. "Rudy's tonight? It's Scott," he typed before hesitating for 15 minutes and finally pressing send as he stepped inside the crowded bar. "Thirsty Thursdays" as they called it, and it was a much younger crowd than usual, but he was able to find a seat at the bar and order a beer. Tapping his fingers on the bar as his first beer quickly went down, he checked his phone every few minutes to see if she'd texted. Second beer - still nothing from Samantha, and after Scott's third he decided to call it a night, shrugging his shoulders as he walked out of the bar and the few blocks home, knowing that she probably regretted even letting him sit down with her in the first place, considering she was married. As bummed out as he was, he slept easy for the rest of the weekend knowing he'd most likely dodged a bullet.... Monday morning came around way too fast for Scott's liking, but he awoke with a spring in his step, excited about the day ahead and starting his new job. His boss, the only person he had to report to, had decided to schedule meetings throughout the day for him to meet each team and to explain his goals and any potential projects the HR department were going to undertake, the first of which was at 9 a.m., and with his signature coffee in hand, he stepped out of his office to a group of doctors, nurses and assistants with one Samantha Evensong directly in the middle. Scott, of course knowing this encounter was going to happen, did not share the same look as Samantha was expressing, and after seeing this he was almost laughing before he had to begin his speech." Well.....hello everyone. My name is Scott Mahler, I'm the new Head of Human Resources. It's Monday, and it's 9 a.m., so I understand many of you would rather be anywhere else right now, but I want to make sure you know who to come to should any situation arise where you'll need me or my colleagues. Here is my office," he said softly, pointing to the left. "And if the door is open, I'm in there. My cell and office numbers will also be available on the door should I not be there, and you have an emergency. Now, obviously, with all due respect I don't ant to ever have to work withmostof you in close quarters if I can help it," he said to a light laughter while looking directly at Samantha. "But should you need me, I'm always here. Thank you for your time!" He said before letting the crowd disperse. Sam went about her usual morning routine: checking in on patients, filling out patient charts, and scheduling surgeries for the rest of the day. It was the usual grind for a young doctor like herself. Many of the specialists were already operating, but seeing as she specialized in trauma most of her bloody work took place in the later hours of the day. However, paperwork was just as important as the surgeries. Patient care from start to finish was of the utmost importance to any doctor worth their Salt. Samantha was no exception. She never complained about the more tedious parts of her job or cursed her responsibilities. Sam was a good doctor. However, meeting the new head of HR meant no Starbucks, and that got on her nerves. A girl needed her coffee. She sat in the conference room on the administrative floor of the hospital in her scrubs and lab coat, a clipboard laying across her narrow lap. She waited, surrounded by her colleagues fully expecting some middle-aged man to walk in and start muttering about how he was going to fix all that was wrong with the hospital. They had all heard it before and, honestly, not a single nurse or doctor in that room looked even the least bit enthusiastic about this meeting. After all, it was eating into everyone’s free time: a precious time in any hospital. It was painted on everyone’s face up until the new HR rep walked in. And boy, did he draw the attention of every woman in the room. Most of the nurses looked love struck, the female doctors intrigued. But Sam? Her mouth fell open in shock for just a moment before she closed it once more and just slid down in her chair and cupped her hand over her brow in a meek attempt to hide her face. It was pointless. Scott honed in on her almost immediately. There was no doubt that he recognized her. In fact, every time she glanced up at him, she met his eyes. Was he staring at her? It made her bite down hard on her lip in nerves for the remainder of his short speech. Once most of the room had cleared out, Sam stood and approached the head of the table where Scott stood, a sheepish smile in her lips. “Hey there stranger. If I didn’t know better I’d thank you planned this.” She quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her bosom. The scrubs left plenty of room for imagination as they hung loosely over her figure with very minimal skin showing and certainly not any cleavage to speak of. Being a doctor didn’t exactly come with a sexy uniform, but Sam still wasn’t a bad looking woman with her read curls pulled back and her green eyes shining through the light amount of makeup SGE wore. She leaned back against the table casually as she looked up at Scott.“You know you’d be better off if you were fifty years old and ugly. The nurses here are going to eat you alive in that suit.” She teased. Sam Still had about half an hour left of her break, so she wasn’t in any hurry to get back. She would rather spend a bit of time with Scott before her scrubs were covered in blood. She owed him that much after accidentally blowing of his text that weekend.“Look. I’m sorry I missed you Thursday. To be honest I was rolling around in my underwear and watching Netflix for entirely too many hours. I just needed to stay in this weekend. As you can imagine my day-to-day around here can be pretty hectic.” The meetings scheduled didn't exactly fill Scott with glee when he heard about them. They were planned without his knowledge and sprung upon him that morning, so without much time to plan, he wasn't too excited to have to fumble his way through several of them throughout the day for all the different units of the hospital. Despite this, he had the full attention of the room when he began speaking - well - at least half of them. He'd heard enough about nurses in the past to know to keep his distance when possible, but he was starting to realize he might not have that opportunity presented to him. He made sure to make the talk short, knowing that these doctors and nurses valued their free time more than most, as it didn't come very often. A few of the staff stayed to shake his hand and welcome him to the job, which he appreciated, and a couple nurses giggled and held on to his hand for longer than expected when they introduced themselves. He had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be seeing them around. Finally, as he expected, Samantha strolled up to him. Scott, smiling, looked deeply in to her green eyes and smirked. "Well I've got the ugly part covered," he winked, teasing her a little as he held his hand out for her to shake. "I know we already did this, but I suppose it'll look good to do it in a professional setting too," he laughed a little. "Also, what if I want to eat the nurses alive, not the other way around?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and the possibility that he wasn't only interested in her. That would be a lie, of course. Shaking his head and raising his hand, he forgave her instantly. "Listen I understand, rolling around in your underwear and watching Netflix sounds much better than fighting for a seat at Rudy's anyway, maybe I'll invite you to do that next time instead," he teased. "Oh, and this also counts as a meeting, by the way, so I will be allowed to call you Sam next time," he laughed a little, knowing he could raise the stakes a little now that nobody was in the room but the two of them. Sam rolled her eyes and reached out her hand, giving him the handshake he asked for. Was this to be a business only arrangement then? Maybe she should delete his name and number from her phone entirely. She didn't need the totally professional HR guy texting her over the weekend. If she ignored him again he high write her up for sexual harassment or something. That would be quite he marks on her perfectly clean personal relations record in the hospital. The last HR rep, Clyde, had adored her. She was the easiest staff member to work with because she almost never got into trouble with patients or patient families. When she did? It was usually due to factors beyond her control." Well if it's nurses your after I can tell you which ones are rumored to be the best lay and who's single or not. Nurses love to gossip with the doctors in the break room. Why do you think I always run away to Starbucks during my meal break in the morning? I can't stand all the pointless gabbing. I'd rather read a raunchy book and drink my cappuccino, thank you." She scrunched up her nose playfully before glancing over her should to be absolutely sure they were alone." By the way, this little meeting of yours this morning ruined that for me today." She crossed her arms over her chest challengingly as she quirked a playful brow at him. "I think you're going to have to make that up to me, mister." She smirked. One hand reached out bravely, and she tangled her long, narrow fingers into his tie. The hand brushed against his abdomen and chest as she did so easing, but soon she gave a harsh tug on the garment: Pulling Scott forwards as well as likely giving him a little choke. All in play, of course, and as soon as it had begun it ended. Sam released the tie and let it fall back into its respective position, crooked now." Buy me a drink at Rudy's tonight, and we'll call it even, okay hotshot? Oh. And if you bring any nurses with you the price will to three drinks because you wasted my time." She smiled at him. Sam usually wasn't such a horrible flirt, but there was just something about Scott that tempted the married woman. The best she could figure? It's because he had been around for so long. She had been eyeing him at the bar for over a year, catching a glance at the coffee shop, and peeking up from her elliptical at the gym just to see him drenched in sweat and looking like some sort of sex god. He had been a staple in her routine for some time now, and she felt an undeniable urge to act on it now. "You can't stand all the pointless gabbing, or you're worried that they're really talking about you," he smirked, teasing right back before she mentioned his meeting had ruined her opportunity to get into a raunchy book, pulling him in ever so slightly with the grip of his tie. His eyes widened in shock as she did so, and he had to admit he was a little nervous at the moment as she was clearly in control. The pull took his breath away, as well as the choke that the tightening of the tie made possible. As she released the tie, he tried to look as cool as he could in that situation, looking down and slowly shifting the tie so it became loose, and he was able to fix it back in to its initial position. He listened as she gave him the proposition for a drink, and smirked as she did so. Of course, he simply wasn't going to say no, but the way she offered it made her seem so powerful, so in control of the situation despite her marriage. He thought she'd want to keep something like that under wraps, not at a busy local bar like Rudy's, but he was single, and he didn't need an excuse to not be seen. Nodding as she finished, he agreed. "Alright, sure, Rudy's at 8 p.m., I don't have to be in tomorrow until the afternoon, so I might just bring a nurse, so I can get you to have three drinks with me," he winked as he looked back down at his tie and lifted the bottom a little bit, making sure that it was straight for when he'd eventually have to take another meeting with the hospital staff from a different unit. Reaching out from his tie and to her coat, he unbuttoned it and let it swing open, before putting a hand on her waist and stepping closer so their bodies and faces were inches apart. "Just be sure to show up this time," he smirked before running his hand up her side and then pulling away, turning to walk out of the room. "Have a great day, Mrs. Evensong." Sam took a sharp breath as his reached out to her, making quick work of her lab coat until he found her body underneath clad in simple blue scrubs. However, it took her off guard when his hand continued forward and eventually took hold of her waist. His palm was warm and inviting, unlike her husband's hand which had no interest in touching a woman anymore. Well... at least he had no interest in touching her anymore. Scott just had this way of pushing her drastically outside of her comfort zone. And all it took was a moment of eye contact of his hand lingering on her petite frame. Sam didn't manage any words before Scott disappeared, leaving her standing there dissatisfied and gawking. With a huff, Sam soon stepped out as well, heading back to work. She had patients to attend to, and she couldn't waste away the day sitting around and daydreaming about the new head of HR. What a stupid, childish, girly thing to do. Samantha was a working woman and a married woman, yet she couldn't get her mind off of just what Scott might have to offer her. Could this be some sort of budding office romance? Where exactly would tonight take them? She bit her lip as she walked through the white tiled hallway. She knew where she would like tonight to take them. The rest of the day went by without a hitch. Well... mostly. There was one particular case that went sour, but things like that happened in this profession. 45-year-old male needed a stent placed after years of plaque buildup. He wasn't old, so they hadn't anticipated any difficulties during surgery though death is always one of the possible complications. That's exactly what he got. A reaction to the anesthesia, actually. The man died on the table before Sam or anyone else could figure out what had happened to him. It was too late before they discovered the cause, but Sam tried not to lose sleep over these cases. It was part of being a doctor. Instead, she was focused on her date tonight with Scott.8PM came just as it always did. Then 9PM. Sam finally rotted into Rudy's an hour and 15 minutes late. Typical doctor behavior. For Scott, the day was much slower than it should have been. The first day on a new job for anybody should be a refreshing and exciting experience, but he'd have to settle for his second day being like that, due to the fact that every minute of his first shift (besides lunch) was filled with meeting the new employees and regurgitating the same old script he'd used on Samantha and her unit. It was mentally exhausting to say the least, and when he walked out of work, he couldn't wait for his planned evening with his new co-worker/love interest/whatever the hell she was. Walking back to his uptown apartment, his phone buzzed, and he opened it to see a text from the hospital director. "Lawyers in tomorrow morning, pt death today, family contemplating a suit....you'll have to work the morning....from the frying pan in to the fire..." Scott read it as he walked down the sidewalk, dodging the rest of the professionals that were finishing up and heading home for the day.' Finally,' he thought, 'a chance to get into the nitty-gritty of healthcare.' Arriving home, he changed in to a casual outfit that showed off his muscular frame, similar to the one he'd worn when he first plucked up the courage to say something to Samantha. He decided on a moss green shirt that went well with his lighter blue jeans, slim fitting but not overly so. On his feet were a standard pair of white Adidas sneakers, and after pacing around his apartment for what felt like forever, he finally left at 7:45 p.m. to make sure he'd be on time. Walking into Rudy's at 8 p.m., he looked around to see if Samantha had arrived, but alas, she had not. Considering this was his first job in healthcare, he was unsure of the stereotypes that came with the industry. Nurses were crazy, he'd learned today. Doctors were always late to social functions? That he'd have to find out for himself, and find out he did. Ordering a beer, he nursed it for as long as he could before 8:30 p.m. came around, and it was gone. Another beer got him to 8:50 p.m., and then a third got him to 9:15 p.m. Rolling his eyes, he stood and decided to call it a night. 'Why am I surprised?' he asked himself as he made his way to the door just as Samantha walked in. Scott had a buzz going, but nothing that would make it obvious. He knew how to handle his drink, after all." Oh....so you decided to show up," he laughed a little, despite being somewhat pissed off that she'd made him wait that long. Sam winced a bit when she saw him. He was angry with her, and perhaps rightfully so. After all, she had been incredibly evasive lately. From not answering his texts to showing up over an hour late now. Samantha was used to these types of antics, and Jesse had been the same way seeing as they were both doctors, but she shouldn't expect Scott to feel the same way. After all, he was new to all of this. It wouldn't take long, however, for him to become acquainted to this type of behavior. Especially since he was going to be working at the hospital as well. In fact, maybe someday soon it would be him getting caught up in the office and showing up to everything late." I know. I know. Furthermore, I'm late. Furthermore, I'll make it up to you." She assured him, placing one hand on his chest to keep him from stepping around her and leaving anyway. After all, if he was mad enough this date wouldn't be worth much to him... if it could even be considered a date. "You're going to have to learn how to date women in the medical field. We're never on time. The nurses are no better." She gave him a wink then reached down, grabbing his hand and dragging him back towards the Barton. Sam hadn't had anything to drink, and she sure as hell needed to. She looked good. She was dressed up perhaps a little more than Scott himself, but she was still rather casual. Furthermore, she wore a simple maroon t-shirt style dress that hung down to her mid-thigh. It wasn't tight-fitting, but the scooping neckline was low enough to show off the slightest cleavage, her soft mounds highlighted in the dim bar lights with a simple chain necklace dangling between them. So wore simple canvas tennis shoes on her feet, and honestly looked no different from all the horny college girls that hung around despite being nearly a decade older and a hell of a lot more useful to society." I would like a shot of tequila. Lime and shot. Whatever you have that's cheap." She handed over her card and ID. "Actually make that two. One for me. One for this gentleman." She motioned to Scott. Samantha planted her ass on a bar stool then patted the one next to her for Scott to sit. Once he did, she offered him a sheepish smile. "Look. I'm sorry. I had a patient. Furthermore, I wouldn't expect you to understand, but maybe you can be patient with me? Doctors aren't always the easiest people to get along with, but I swear I'm a good person once you get past that hard exterior of mine. Plus, now you can officially call me Sam. Wouldn't that make waiting for me so long worth it?" She asked, batting her pretty eyes at him. Once the shots came, Samantha grinned like a kid in a candy shop. She grabbed it, licked her salt, downed her tequila, and sucked on her lime in a smooth gesture. Obviously this was something she did often. Tequila was, after all, her drink of choice. Another reason she could easily be mistaken for one of these college tramps. She ordered another round, letting Scott choose what he wanted this go around." Once I'm good and drunk, however, I'll let you dance with me." She offered with a smirk. The hand on his chest did more than it should've. He was a little pissed off, sure, but feeling her hand there seemed to melt it all away. He could have practically been at her mercy at that moment in time. As they sat, he laughed a little, looking across at her from the stool. "So you're saying, if we go out again, that I should show up at least an hour late....and you probably still won't be there?" He asked, laughing out loud as he finished his question. "Fair enough," he shrugged. Continuing to look across at her, he saw the necklace and followed the line of jewelry down to her cleavage before looking away and back to the bar as she ordered their drinks. Tequila wasn't exactly his drink of choice, but he wouldn't say no at that moment. If that's what Samantha wanted, he'd happily oblige in drinking it too. As she explained her lateness being due to a patient, he thought back to the text he received from his boss, but at that moment he didn't put two and two together. Her story was too vague to think she'd have anything to do with his meeting regarding a patient death the following morning......' The following morning' he thought to himself. How many tequilas was just enough to show up to his brand-new job in a decent state?" It's kind of my job to understand," he smirked, the tequila's arriving, and he followed her lead, licking the salt, throwing back the shot and sucking on the lime, his eyes closing involuntarily as he did so, setting everything down and sighing heavily. The shot was sure to further his buzz, or maybe even pass him over into drunken Scott for the first time in a while. Truly enough, he liked Sam, so he wasn't going to make an idiot out of himself on their first planned meeting outside of work, which is why he ordered another tequila for her, and went back to beer for himself." I'd love to keep up with you re: tequila, but it's definitely not college anymore for me," he winked, teasing. "And I just found out I'm in early in the morning, even though I wasn't supposed to be, so I'll have to take it somewhat easy. Although dancing does sound excellent......you think that's going to be here or back at my place?" He asked, pushing the boundaries a bit more. "Well. An hour might be pushing it. Forty-five minutes is a good bet. Then you have enough time to get a few shots deep before I show up, and you'll be buzzed enough to handle me. No sober man is ever bold enough to try." She teased him. "Plus. If I'm only half an hour late I'll be pissed if I have to wait for your long. I don't mind keeping you waiting, but I hate to be the one waiting, darling." She gave him a wink as she sat near him. She laughed, watching him cringe at the shot. "Manly man, eh?" She asked him teasingly. She herself hadn't even winced at the shot. It might as well have been water it went down her gullet so easily. She downed the second one with just as much ease, but she didn't miss what he was saying. Odd that they would call him in early so soon in his career there. Usually they waited at least a few days before fucking the new guys with a studded strap on dry in the ass. She giggled at the thought of Scott being an HR bitch. She probably would have hated him for being a pain in her ass if it weren't for the fact he was actually good-looking. At least now if he had to yell at her, he would look hot and dominant doing it." Poor guy." She pouted for him teasingly. "Gotta get up early. Welcome to my life. Though... they canceled my rounds for tomorrow. I've to go do some paperwork bullshit instead thanks to the man who decided to die on my table today. Public relations are a real pain in my ass. But Scott, I give you permission to be a pain in my ass any time you want. As long as it means you're actually in my ass." She gave him a wink. He wasn't the only one who could push boundaries. "Though, if my ass doesn't suit you there are a couple other options for where you can be a pain." Sam reached out, placing a Hand on Scott's thigh, perhaps a little too far up, and she gave it a squeeze. The tequila hadn't been in her system long enough to really have an effect yet, but if she got a bad reaction she could always blame the liquid courage and make a mental note of Scott's boundaries. Though. Seeing as he had so nonchalantly just invited her over tonight for obvious activities, she had a feeling that a little thigh grab wasn't the raunchiest thing that either of them could think of. What was the harm in a little no strings attached fun? Sam could surely use it. Her husband hadn't even tried to turn her on in weeks." Maybe you can show me just ow big of a pain you can be later when you take me home. Eh, Scotty? How does that sound?" She downed a third shot before standing up and pulling her skirt down to better cover her ass where it had ridden up while she was sitting, and she took a step toward the dance floor where plenty of drunk couples and strangers were already getting hands. "But first you're going to have to convince me to follow you there. Dance with me." Listening to her talk, he couldn't believe she'd been so bold in suggesting what she did, but he wasn't about to pretend that it didn't turn him on. Two inches higher on his thigh, and she'd have felt how hard her words had made him, but luckily she kept her hand where it was. The squeeze made him even harder, though, and when she stood to dance he wasn't sure the best idea was to follow her. The lights were low enough that people probably wouldn't see, but he was still incredibly self-conscious about it nonetheless. Reluctantly standing as she took a step towards the dance floor that was slowly filling up, he smirked finally and took her hand as they walked together, joining couples that were probably a bit more drunk than they were, but there was more than enough space for them to dance in. Not like they'd need it anyway, as he removed his hand from hers and took her by the waist, pulling her close as his hardened cock pressed against her finally."That is big," he said softly in to her ear as they started to dance and pirate against each other. The music was now filling the room as the bar turned in to more of a nightclub for the night, and the beat was thundering through the room and his body. The song was over, and most people left the dance floor. He didn't want to, but it did feel like a natural end to their moment, and he took her hand one more time to head back to the bar. Thankfully, the two seats they had vacated were still available when they returned, so he pulled out one for Sam and sat back down, his hand finding her thigh this time. "Does that answer your question? Of how big of a pain in your ass I'm going to be, I mean," he smirked, feeling very buzzed at that point and more than happy to go along with exactly what she wanted. The bartender came back over, and he ordered another beer, setting himself a limit for that to be his last one, at least in that bar. If they were going to go home together, he didn't want to be too drunk and unable to do anything with her. "I think she'd like another tequila," he smirked across at Sam, nodding to the bartender as he waited for her approval. Sam Bit down hard on her lower lip when Scott grabbed onto her waist and pulled her in closer. So close, in fact, she could feel the outline of his erection pressing into her pelvis. Scott was taller than Sam, offering her some relief in that he wasn't pressing directly into her pubic region. Otherwise, he might have unleashed a flood down under. Either way, Sam received him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and gyrating into him just as he did her. In addition, she would regularly press her breasts into his pectorals. She acted as though she had lost her balance, but in all reality she just wanted him to feel her. Te be aroused by her. She was starting to feel it now. Three shots of tequila was enough to get her plenty tipsy on account of how petite the red-headed medical professional was. She drank plenty, but she had never lost any sensitivity to her alcohol. She was a lightweight, and it certainly came in handy during times like this. Furthermore, she was a much better dancer when she was drunk. Not to mention more open to certain raunchy ideas. When the dancing was done she followed Scott back to the bar and grinned at him when he ordered her another tequila. "The man's right. That's exactly what I'll have." She assured the bartender, but her eyes never left Scott's face as she sat near him, his hand on her bare thigh below the skirt of her little black dress. "That should probably be my last though unless you want this night to end with you calling my drunk ass a cab because I won't be capable of much other than sleeping or barfing." She chuckled, downing her shot as soon as it was delivered with the usual ritual. Drinking finished, Sam reached down and peeled Scott's hand off of here lap. "You should probably know I'm married." She said with a shrug. Standing up from her stool. "But you should also know it's a lacking marriage. Definitely not a good one. So if you can ignore it we can definitely make things work in both of our favors tonight. What do you say, Scotty baby?" She asked, cupping his chin in one hand and guiding him to look up at her. Sam the made another move, perhaps even more bold than what Scott had done on the dance floor by pressing his cock into her. Sam scrawled into the man's lap, letting her round, perky ass press into his erection as she leaned over the bar and grinned. Slowly she shifted her hips back and forth as Scott nursed his beer. Her ass brushed back and forth across Scott's groin. She wanted to get him so hot and bothered that it wouldn't matter she had a husband. She wanted him to beg for her to come home with him despite that. The beer came, and he sipped it, but as she sat in his lap, and his manhood pressed directly against her, the beer wasn't worth keeping, so he took another long sip and set it down, handing his credit card to the bartender who seemed to understand that the two of them were likely in a rush to leave. He brought over the tab, and Scott signed the bill without even checking the total. Something else was clearly on his mind. His credit card found his wallet and Scott's hand found her back as he moved to whisper in her ear." I think we need to get going, if we keep moving the way we are, I'll fuck you right here on the stool," he said as he kissed and left a nibble on her ear. Leaning back, he ushered her off his lap softly and sweetly, lifting her up with ease and then setting her down so she was standing. Before long, he joined her and took her hand just as he had done as they left the dance floor, but this time they left the bar together. Outside was brisk. Fall was quickly turning in to Winter despite it still being September, and he made a noise of discomfort as they walked out to the city street. "I only live about four minutes down the road, we can walk, it'll hopefully warm us both up," he said as he released his hand from hers and put his arm around her, pulling her close as they walked. It was a bit awkward, but at least they were warmer than they'd have been just holding hands. He noticed along the walk that she was still cold, and considering he knew they were only about 30 seconds away from his apartment building, in one fell swoop he scooped her up in to his arms and leaned it to kiss her softly on the lips. Luckily he wasn't drunk enough to lose balance, and quickly after they were at his apartment door, which he awkwardly unlocked while she was in his arms and walked inside with her, welcoming her finally to the apartment that he'd aggressively cleaned earlier, knowing this was a possibility. Sam grinned up at Scott and politely crawled off of his lap, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Well. I’m excited to hear you plan on fucking me tonight. But I think it’s best that we don’t do it in a bar. It would be bad for business I think.” She gave a chuckle and took his hand willingly as they exited the establishment together: stepping out into the brisk air and causing Sam take a sharp breath. The dress she wore was form fitting and strapless. It wasn’t exactly the best choice for the weather, but Sam hadn’t exactly been planning on doing any walking today. Usually she would just take a cab home. Evidently she lived further from the hospital and Rudy’s than Scott did. She happily leaned into his arm in an attempt to keep her teeth from chattering, and she gave a sheepish smile to him as they walked. “Thanks. I guess neither of us had the weather in mind when we got ready to come out tonight, huh?” She asked teasingly, motioning to the short sleeve shirt that Scott was wearing. “So please don’t try and make this some sort of romantic walk. I’ll freeze my tits off, and then I won’t have any tits. That’s no fun for anyone. You’d have two fewer things to grab onto later.” She laughed, pressing closer to him subconsciously as they continued to walk. Sam gasped when Scott suddenly scooped her up. Then, with tequila coursing through her veins, she laughed loudly: her voice echoing into the empty city streets. “God. I don’t think anyone had scooped me up since I was a teenager.” She exclaimed before Scott leaned in for a kiss. Her eyelashes fluttered closed, and she kissed him back sweetly as he held her up. She leaned into his chest calmly for the remainder of the journey to his apartment, and giggled when he shifted her awkwardly to unlock his door. Once inside, Sam hopped down out of his arms and stepped deeper into the apartment. She smiled. It was nice. Definitely a bachelor pad based on the decor and condition, but nice nonetheless. She turned to him, standing several feet enough and definitely not drink enough to stumble. She reached up and grabbed her own breasts with a giggle. “So, uh, little secret. This dress doesn’t work right with a bra. And the weather outside has made my nipples almost as hard as your dick was earlier.” She smirked up at him, still clutching her chest. He truly couldn't believe his luck. This woman, a woman he'd had a crush on since the first time he saw her but was too nervous to ever say anything or give anything more than a soft smile in the coffee shop was finally stood in his apartment. Thoughts of her relationship status had gone out of the window when his second beer was finished, and now here they were both desperate for each other." Earlier?" He asked, smirking as he felt like teasing her just a bit more. "My dick is much harder than it was earlier, don't you worry about that," he laughed, stepping forward as his hands wrapped around her waist. He pulled her in and leaned down for a more passionate kiss this time, his lips opening hers as his tongue entered her mouth and tasted her tongue, hands roaming around her back, down to her ass and then up to her shoulders where he found a zip for the dress. Taking the zip in his thumb and forefinger, he pulled down, the zipper sound filling the room alongside their smacking lips as he reached the bottom of the zip and then pulled the dress apart as far as it would go. Finally breaking the kiss, he took a step back, a little out of breath as he surveyed her body, excited to finally see her naked." Take it off," he said gruffly, the beer, the kissing and the late night adding to his deeper vocal tones, reaching out to start peeling the dress from her body. Quickly, he let go, deciding to let her do the rest of the work at her pace, reaching down to unbuckle the belt of his jeans and slowly unbutton each of the five buttons before his jeans fell to the floor, revealing a large bulge in the black boxer briefs that were underneath them. "I told you it was harder," he smirked, winking at her. Sam was happy to receive the kiss, leaning into his frame as he prodded at her mouth and his hands began to wander. In turn, her own hands let go of her breasts, letting them hang naturally and press into his chest as her arms reached up to wrap around his shoulders. If he was paying enough attention, he might even be able to feel the buds of her hardened nipples pressing into his pectoral muscles. She pressed deeper into him as he unzipped her dress, giggling slightly at the way he demanded her to take it off." Alright, hotshot." She reassured him, pushing down the dress without much hesitation. They had already gotten this far. There was no point in chickening out now. Her breasts, although not huge, hung round and plump on her chest with no bra concealing them. She was toned and feminine through the midsection, and as eyes continued to travel down her black, simple thong came into view. Kicking off her shoes in the heap with her dress, Sam stepped closer and pressed her hand into Scott's chest, pushing him back towards the open door she could only assume was the bedroom wearing nothing but her panties. She didn't bother with the light. Only pushed him onto the bed and knelt down between his knees as he laid back. "Enough with the big talk. I'm for you to prove it." She chuckled, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. "I'm going to suck you off, Scoot. I hope you don't mind." She smirked, watching as she lowered his briefs down his hips and thighs until his erection sprung free. Sam took hold of his cock with ease and leaned forward, running her lips along his balls until she reached his shaft. Her tongue slipped between her lips and she ran it along the bottom side of his length, letting out a satisfied groan as she did so. Once she reached the bulbous head, Sam's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up to find Scott's eyes. She made eye contact with the man as she carefully wrapped her lips around his cock and slid downwards to allow him to impale her mouth and throat.

Some R&R in HR (Arjayoh x Sketchyequine)|rating:4.0

The Hunted [Nymphadora _ TheDoctor _ Dashenka]

Kensington had been living in the home for two years at the time of the raid. Her parents had been arrested and taken somewhere, or they were dead already. Kenji couldn’t wait for them and as her parents had been traitors to the regime, nobody wanted to take her in. So, in order to stay alive, she had little choice and when Bertrand offered her a job in his underground brothel, she accepted.(she hadn’t expected was that the place was literally underground. It was an ordinary looking shop when you entered it, filled with antiques and stuff but through a door there were a stairs that led down into a theater like area where the girls were dancing and on the side smaller rooms were the residents lived and worked. Kenji was one of four permanent residents. In the room next to her was Natalya, a Ukrainian student who had lost her visa and was now illegal in the country and next to her were the two sisters. None of that mattered now though. Last night, the place was raided, probably by a tip from somebody. Bertrand had tried to save the situation, but he was shot on sight. Because it was after closing hours, all the dancers and clients had gone home and the four young women were arrested. Kenji knew it was bad and that her situation was critical but just how bad it was, she only learned when she and the others were taken to what the people around them called the holding cell. The four of them were stripped naked, hosed off with ice-cold water and after two other girls were pushed in the cell with them, a curtain raised and the six naked women inside the cell were put on full display in front of the police station for all to see. They were left on display for a whole day and night. The crowd mocked, laughed, spat on them and insulted them. Some even touched them through the open bars. At first the guards told the crowd off but as the time passed, more and more became allowed. On the second morning, the cell was opened and one by one the women were taken out, hosed off again and were given a large metal collar around their necks and their arms were tied behind their back. The collars were chained together in a row and when each was given a sack over their head, they were marched across the city. Kensi felt the terrain change under her bare feet. She felt she hands on her skin when she was slapped, and she felt the spit on her body when people called her what she was and let her know how they felt about it. The weather had been good for the days in the cell, but now it was cold and damp. Despite this though, the whole city had shown up to watch. She was the second in the row, but she had no idea who was in front of her and every attempt she made to speak was quickly thwarted with a hard punch in the stomach or a slap in the face. They seemed to have lost all their rights as human beings. The march felt endless and by the time they stopped, Kensington was battered, bruised, exhausted and terrified. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. Nobody told her anything.“Get them up.” A low voice barked an order and the line of women was moving again. Apparently there was a set of steps, but nobody told the first girl about it. As she fell, she pulled Kenji down as well and the girl behind Kenji as well. A laughter rose from the crowd.“Stupid whores!”“Dumb bitches!” They were dragged on their feet and pulled up the steps where they were lined up again. She felt two callous hands remove the collar from her neck after it was unlocked and it being replaced with something else. A silence suddenly fell over the crowd and footsteps were heard coming up the steps. Kenji followed the footsteps in front of her until they stopped.“Ladies and gentlemen. Fair citizens of Pentax. In these troubled times of famine and extreme weather, it is important that we follow the rations and rules set by our emperor. These six… whores… were found in two different brothels in Pentax. They were indulging themselves in wine and meat and luxuries and as they sold their bodies for sex and lust, they got more and more luxuries that the common man cannot even begin to imagine.” There was a pause and a loud cheering and yelling. After a moment or two, the man continued talking.“But rest assured, fair citizens of Pentax. Justice has been served, and an example will be set. Let these filthy whores serve as a warning to everybody in Pentax breaking the law… You will be punished… You will be… executed!” More cheering erupted and at the same time, the hoods were pulled off the young women’s heads. They found themselves on a platform in front of a large cathedral, a noose around their neck and their hands still tied behind their back. And they were still very naked.“Glory to the emperor! Hail! Hail! Hail!” Amidst the cacophony of noises, Kenji realized what was happening. She was going to be hanged! A terrifying realization that within moments, she’d be flailing and gasping for air as she hung from her neck, set in. She looked down at her feet and saw the trap door. It looked old and rickety and when she looked up she saw the knot and above that, the rope around the beam. To her left was Natalya, who had been up front. Her nose was bleeding, probably from when she hit the deck as she tripped over the steps first. To her right were the two sisters who she was very close with and the two other women she had never seen. Each of the women looked terrified and panicked. Kensi was shaking like a leaf and the only emotion she felt was a paralyzing fear. She lost control over her bladder, emptying it to feel a little warmth in the cold and gray weather. It took her everything she had for her knees not to cave in and hang herself prematurely. At the side of the stage a man began to hit the drums, lazily and slowly. Across the square a balcony opened, and the Emperor appeared from his mansion, overlooking the happening. After the applause from the crowd for their Emperor died down, the drums began to go faster and faster until it became a roll. Kensi found herself crying and begging out loud. She didn’t hear the girls next to her probably doing the same. The drum roll continued for seconds and then suddenly stopped. There was a loud sound and next to her, the girls fell through the trapdoor. She had no idea what was happening. Was she dead already? She looked to her left and saw pretty Natalya’s body spasming for air below her. Her blonde hair blocked her eyes that were filled with terror. To her right she saw three more girls in a struggle for life and death, but one of the sisters was, like her still standing on the trap door. Was this not cruel enough? Were they going to drop after they had seen their friends die? The four naked girls in a death struggle where cheered on by the crowd. Kenji looked around her, felt a wave of nausea overcome her and heaved up what little she had in her stomach. Normally the drop would break the victim’s neck, making it a quick death but as they were used to set an example, the girls suffered for minutes. Natalya was the first to go. Her tiny body had made the highest drop and as her feet spasmed for one last time, Kenji broke down. She screamed, cried, cursed and cried some more. Why hadn’t she dropped yet? Why were she and the other not dead? (and Hannah Jameson had been seduced into the home by Bertrand, like most of the girls who came and went. Like the others, they were homeless and had been since they were young. Waifs that had lost their parents in the old violence that had permeated the poorer areas of Pentax. They had lived with their elderly grandmother for a time before she'd died as well. It hadn't been long after that when Bertrand had found them. Hannah was the older of the two, slender with a deeper red to her hair. She had found their new life easier to handle. Even enjoyed it, the attention from men and sometimes their wives. They had a home, of sorts, and they were together. They'd been allowed to stay together in the same room and even worked together with some of the callers that came to the secret brothel. Sisters were a good draw. Bertrand took great advantage of it. Not that the girls really benefitted from the extra income to the home. Still, he wasn't a truly bad man. He kept them safe, fed, and they were off the street. The raid had come without warning, as they do. Violent, loud with bloodshed. Bertrand was gone and unable to help the girls. Sarah clung to Hannah's hand, crying softly throughout the ordeal. The four girls all stayed close, clinging to the familiar of their fellow prisoners. They were shamed, spit on and forced to stand in the cell on display. With the addition of the two other women, there was not a lot of room. All of them suffered as the guards became lax about what the crowd did to them. By the next day, exhaustion bled into the terror of what would come of them. It was so obvious they, as whores, were being made an example for all to see. It seemed so unfair. Theirs was far from the only secret brothel. And what of the daring women who managed to sell themselves out in the open? Why were they being singled out and tormented? The sisters were separated by another girl, but Kensington was there, next to her sister as they were all bound and chained together by heavy metal collars. The sack over her head muffled the sounds of the city as they were forced to walk blindly through the throngs gathered. Her own whimpers of fear were loud in the sack, the scent of stale grain thick in her nose. Meaty thumps could be heard with the sound of pained yelps. Hannah was not spared the abuse as she felt a hard punch to the side of her head. The staggering pain nearly knocked her over, the line of girls wobbling every time one of them was struck. They were not spoken to unless it was to debase in some inhuman way. Soft, wet objects, probably spoiled food, struck her now and then. She could sort of pick out her sister's voice as Sarah whimpered helplessly ahead of her in the line. Hannah hated that the younger girl was suffering. Her protective nature wanted to rage and fight any who touched her sister, but she was helpless. Her arms tightly bound behind her and blind to all as they were shoved forward to keep them moving onward. It felt like hours when suddenly there was a great yank on the chain at her collar. The sound of yelps and cries of pain told Hannah nothing. Laughter rang out around them all. "Sarah! Sarah!" She cried out and took a hard slap to her face. The chain tugged upwards as they moved forward and clumsily Hannah figured out that she was to climb steps leading upwards. None of it told her anything. Would they be put on display again? Worse? The terror of what could be worse chilled her as the collar was removed and something else snugged around her throat.“Ladies and gentlemen. Fair citizens of Pentax. In these troubled times of famine and extreme weather, it is important that we follow the rations and rules set by our emperor. These six… whores… were found in two different brothels in Pentax. They were indulging themselves in wine and meat and luxuries and as they sold their bodies for sex and lust, they got more and more luxuries that the common man cannot even begin to imagine.”“But rest assured, fair citizens of Pentax. Justice has been served, and an example will be set. Let these filthy whores serve as a warning to everybody in Pentax breaking the law… You will be punished… You will be… executed!” Bright light, even on the dismal day and her long tousled hair fell loosely around her face and shoulders. Hannah looked out over the crowd. Looked around and saw what was happening. Understood it was a noose around her neck. She turned her head and saw Kenji who looked terrified to the extreme. Sarah was there next to her and Natalya on Kenji's other side. A strange separated Hannah from her sister.“Glory to the emperor! Hail! Hail! Hail!”" Gods, please! No!" She muttered through sobs of terror. The words she pleaded with as the drums began became unintelligible. She looked over, staring at her sister who stared back with her own lips spread wide in a near constant wail of fear. Suddenly Sarah's wail was cut short. A loud bang and to her horror she was watching her sister drop and dangle from her neck. Hannah couldn't breathe but not because she was hanging. She hadn't even noticed that she was still standing on two feet, alive."SARAH!! NO, NO NO NO OOO" She screamed and strained to reach her sister. The noose was snug and while she pulled, chafing her throat with the rope, choking herself a little in the process, she did not dangle helplessly like her sister. Rage and terror blended as she screamed and cursed while watching her sister slowly hang to death. It was only after she'd gone hoarse and the twitching and gagging sounds grew silent that Hannah realized she was still standing and alive. Only then did she see Kensington standing there as well. Her eyes stared in disbelief at her friend. Confusion. Terror than the malfunctioning doors would drop from under them any moment anyway. Hannah sobbed, looking around, trying to understand but utterly helpless just the same. “Glory to the emperor! Hail! Hail! Hail!” At the side of the stage a man began to hit the drums, lazily and slowly. Across the square a balcony opened, and the Emperor appeared from his mansion, overlooking the happening. After the applause from the crowd for their Emperor died down, the drums began to go faster and faster until it became a roll. The drum roll continued for seconds and then suddenly stopped. There was a loud sound and suddenly four of the six trap doors opened, four of the pretty, naked women dropping. Yet their necks were not broken, this had been ensured in order for the girls to suffer in their deaths. The crowds, which had been so deafeningly loud before, suddenly fell silent and watched as the four woman began to struggle and fight their impending fate. They wouldn't be able to escape, and they were only making things worse for themselves. Five or so minutes later, and they were all dead, hanging completely still, apart from two.“Ladies and gentlemen. Fair citizens of Pentax. In these troubled times of famine and extreme weather, it is important that we ensure our future wealth. These six… whores… were found in two different brothels in Pentax''. There was a pause and a loud cheering and yelling. After a moment or two, the man continued talking.“However, fair citizens of Pentax. Only four of these whores hang dead before you. Justice has been served, and an example will be set. Let these filthy whores serve as a warning to everybody in Pentax breaking the law… You will be punished… You will be… executed!” The loud cheering continued once more, along with the yelling, until the man began to speak again.'' It is under the Empower's instructions that the two whores alive before your very eyes will take part in a hunt. They will be transported and every man and woman in Pentax will have the opportunity to pay to hunt. Any funds raised will go back into the city of Pentax in order to ensure our promising and healthy future. Guards, take the whores away....'' Suddenly the two remaining women had the ropes cut from around them. They were helped down onto their feet and then escorted back through the crowds and led back onto the square. Immediately the atmosphere changed from happy to hostile. The guards led them both through the groups of people who called her out, spat on her and pulled at their bodies, groping, squeezing, as well striking their naked forms. They could do nothing but take the assaults and around twenty minutes later they were finally alone once more, apart from the guards who led them into a small house to the side of the town square. They were thrown down onto the wet, rat infested floor, and then doors behind them were locked shut. As they remained upon the floor, rats surrounded them, nipping at their naked bodies whilst the guards moved past them, into a part of the room which was a little lighter, revealing two small cages. Hannah was picked up first, and she was dragged across the filthy, wet floor, and then placed into the cage. Unknown to the eye initially was a metal dildo which seemed to be part of the floor and certainly wasn't moveable. Hannah was forced to sit down directly onto it, the guards saying nothing as she was impaled upon the cold metal, and she then found her ankles and wrists locked to the cage, making it almost impossible for her to move inside the cage, and she'd certainly be unable to lift herself off of the dildo which was now buried deep inside of her. Kensi was next, and she was given the same treatment. If she fought, then she was struck, hard and harshly. Within a few minutes, both whores were locked in position, and the cages were locked shut. More guards entered, and they were both transported into the back of one van, placed next to each other, positioned so that the girls were forced to look at one another. The van was locked away in a garage, and they were left there overnight. If either of the girls needed the toilet, then they'd be forced to go in their respective cages. They had no other choice, and it was another day before the garage was unlocked, and finally the van began to move, taking them to their next location. It took another few hours before they finally arrived, and their cages were lifted out of the back of the van.(was dark all around them. It was quite clearly the evening time, and it would take a little time for their eyes to adjust but once they had, and then began to look around their new environment, they'd recognize they were in the deserted part of the city, one which had been ravaged and torn apart by war and famine. Furthermore, it was fenced off from the rest of the city, but still covered a vast amount of land. The sun was beginning to fall. Around them stood tall structures and piles of rubble, the remains of a city, now left abandoned. Nature had started the process of reclaiming it, a slow and steady take over. If they hadn't had been caught up in such trouble, they might have taken a moment to appreciate just how beautiful it was. The sky was clear and quiet, flowers growing from between the cracks in old pavement, even a few trees sprouting right in the middle of what had once been a busy road way. This wasn't a place to cherish, however. While they were both outside of, and away, from the main part of Pentax, that didn't mean they were safe. Nowhere was safe for them anymore. It still hadn't been properly explained to them why they had been saved from death but not for much longer. Two men appeared and in doing so, the guards suddenly unchained the two girls from the cages.'' You have been spared a painful death however you are not free. You both broke the law, and therefore you will never return to Pentax again. Instead, you will live here. You will be given no clothes. You will be given no food. This is your life now, just the two of you, alone. You will be hunted too by the rich and powerful families of Pentax. If you are caught, then you are at the mercy of your captures. They can do whatever they want with you. When they are done. They will release you, and the hunt will continue''. It was made sure that it was understood before the cages were finally opened. ''The hunt will begin tomorrow morning. You have the evening to try and get ahead of the game. The whole side of this city is open to you both. Let the Hunt begin!'' The guards and men drove off, leaving both women in their cages, no longer locked up, but with the dildos still very much impaling them both. The city had much to offer. Vast amounts of land were areas of forest, others were in ruin. There was a large lake to one side, whilst the sewage system could well offer them a place to hide, at least initially. One thing was for certain, however. They couldn't remain they were, at the start of the main road. They'd need to move, and they only had the night to do so. With the men gone, Kenji was still reeling from shock. She desperately tried to process everything that happened. The big metal dildo lodged inside of her was hardly noticed, it's discomfort easily paled by the shock of the last day. Her body was running on autopilot, she hadn't slept for a couple of days and hadn't eaten for days either. Slowly she emerged from the cage and the realization began to set in. Hunted. They were going to be hunted. Four days ago this would have sounded ridiculous and unbelievable. People couldn't be hunted, there simply was no way. And maybe that was still true but the last few days, neither she nor Hannah were being treated as people. She thought back about that moment. That horrible hinging noise followed by the gagging, choking sound of four pretty young women struggling for air. And she saw the image of little Natalya dying again, she heard Hannah scream again for her sister and she tasted that stale taste of her stomach contents as she threw them out. Kensi moved to Hannah and wrapped her arms around her, both to comfort herself and to comfort Hannah. At least they had each other. With the sun mostly gone from the sky already, it was getting a bit chilly. Pentax wasn't located in some tropical climate, it was on the east coast of the United States. The bit they were dumped used to be called Manhattan before the Great Unrest that caused the whole of the United States to collapse. Pentax was raised from the ashes of Newark, built to and by the Emperor. It was everything he was. Cold, void of emotions, and it was a dictators wet dream. But the people were happy, fed and entertained so nobody ever complained. It was getting colder soon and Kenji struggled with her priorities. Shelter and warmth? Or water and food? They hadn't had a meal or fluids for days now, but she was exhausted." We have to move. In the morning they'll come through the tunnel and if we are still here..." She shuddered to think what would happen to them. Rape, torture and what else? Maybe Natalya and Sarah were better off. As cruel as their endings might have been, at least they didn't have to suffer. Kensi rubber her cunt, only now feeling how sore it was from being impaled in that cage. Also, her feet were sensitive, no doubt because of the cold pavement she was standing on. As she looked around she began to realize just how daunting their challenge was. After Manhattan had been devastated, people had been evacuated and nobody had been allowed back. Which on the plus side meant that houses should have supplies they could use but on the other hand it meant that the city was as chaotic as it had been on the day of the evacuation." Maybe we can find some clothes and shoes in a building. That should make it easier. I... I don't know where we should go next? We need food and water." With Hannah agreeing, both women set off into the urban jungle of overgrown streets, abandoned buildings and an era silence. The third apartment they barged into held what they were looking for. It was a third story apartment with a river view and must have cost a fortune back in the days. There was nothing edible in the house, but it used to belong to a woman so unlike the other two apartments they had checked, this one had clothes they both fit. Knowing the nights could be cool or cold, Kensington put on three layers of clothes and some sneakers she found. If they want to rape me, let them work for it. From the windows of the apartment, she could still see the tunnel entrance so, as inviting as the place was to stay the night, get a good night sleep and then continue, they had to get a move on. Then she saw a poster on the wall with a lay out of Manhattan and her eyes were immediately drawn to the big blue dot in the middle. Central Park." There! If we go there, there might still be water there and if it's fresh, we can drink it." This is your life now, just the two of you, alone. You will be hunted too by the rich and powerful families of Pentax. If you are caught, then you are at the mercy of your captures. They can do whatever they want with you. When they are done. They will release you, and the hunt will continue The voice echoed in her head, tormenting her freshly every reiteration. Hannah had sobbed, struggled and exhausted herself in the cage. Her rage and sorrow at her sister's death, all the deaths done for them to witness had changed her. She no longer felt like the sweet, doe-eyed girl who welcomed men and women into realms of pleasure with skilled hands and body. That had been her persona for patrons, played willingly with her sister, the girls being what was desired and earning their reputation. Now those brilliant blue eyes stared about in the failing light of the ruined city they'd been left in. Her body ached. Her mind ached. Furthermore, her heart was broken. She stood next to the cage, a different person, shock had changed her. The sound of Kenji heaving whatever was in her belly made her blink slowly. She wanted to go to her friend but was frozen in their new reality. Suddenly Kensington was there, holding her and Hannah returned the embrace. Her forehead leaned to Kenji's temple, and she allowed herself to feel the enormity of the situation. The terror of what they now faced. They had each other and needed each other. Together they would be stronger, maybe they'd even have a chance." Yeah, move. Keep moving. We have to, yes," Hannah replied and linked her hand into her friend's. But moving, just the thought of it, made her want to lie down and give up. She was tired, sore and filthy. Maybe giving up would be better. Let whatever was going to happen, happen and maybe it would end that much sooner. She wasn't thinking right and thankfully Kenji seemed to be. Her hand was pulled, and the girls moved off. Hannah groaning softly as those first hurried steps were painful to her raw cunt. That damnable metal dildo had rubbed and stretched her inside, unforgiving painful. She felt rawness between her thighs but moved, pushing herself to stay with the only person in her life now. How they managed to find something in their exhausted and half-starved state was a miracle. They'd worked together, climbing stairs in near darkness and fighting open doors until they had success. The empty apartment was cozy and seemed so normal if you ignored the thick layer of dust everywhere. The woman who'd lived there had to have been an evacuee, there was no sign of disarray. The countertops were clear, the cupboards and silent fridge empty of perishables. In the bedroom, the bed was made, neatly, fastidiously. It reminded her of her lost sister. Sarah was all about keeping things neat in their room. Hannah pulled on layers as well. Sniffling and fighting to keep herself focused. If not for her own sake then for Kenji. "What? Where?" She called back and slowly wandered back out to join her friend, leaving the bed behind. The poster drew her eyes and she nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I feel like I'm drying out inside..." She muttered and plucked at the skin on the back of her hand. It took a moment for the pinched bundle of skin to lay flat again. She pointed to the poster at the tunnel. "That's where they left us, so this must be about where we are now," she said as she tried to find a quick path to the park. "This way, it's fast and a straight shot. Drink, lie low in the woods in the park. There could be places to hide in there." It was full dark when they got back down to the street. Hannah hung onto Kenji's hand as they carefully made their way to the park, checking corners and listening for the sounds of any other people. They might have said it wouldn't be until morning, but it remained to be seen if that would be true. There was nothing to stop them being hunted whenever the rich felt like it. They were not human to these people anymore, they were game to be played with. Toys. It was disgusting. As luck would have it, something had apparently crashed through the wall during the chaos where they came upon it and the girls didn't have to trek further to find one of the gates into the park. Not that it really mattered, the hike to the lake would take them up that way, anyway. It did mean more cover in the park, of course. Trees and shrubs. Overgrown grass that blew in the wind. It felt better in the park like they stood a chance. By the time they reached the lake, Hannah was hobbling with exhaustion. She had not let go of Kenji's hand, clinging to it as if to an anchor on reality. It was dark, but the stars above were bright. Not that the girls took the time to notice as the crisp, cool water was soon cupped into hands and sucked down dry throats. Hannah groaned, almost sobbing in relief until cramps struck her from having drunk too much too fast. She curled up and fought hard, managing to keep the water in her belly." Maybe fishing..." she began but quickly ruled it out. Hunting and fishing would mean having to find a way to cook their catch. Having a fire burning was a sure way to get found. "Never mind... but berries maybe and ... and maybe apples?" Hannah looked hopelessly at Kensington. "I don't know how to do any of these things?" She was close to tears again as she wiped her wet hands on her topmost sweater. "God, what are we going to do, Kenji?" They had walked for hours and Kenji too was close to collapse by the time they had reached the small lake. She wanted to throw herself in it, swim around and drink it empty but the whole situation and her exhaustion stopped her. The blonde drank and drank until she was full. There was hunger and she had seen fish in the lake. Lots of fish, but Hannah was right. Cooking them meant making a fire and out in the open, that was a sure giveaway. And then a terrifying realization sank in. One that paralyzed her again and nearly made her black out. Two young women who had been on public display for two days in total, who had seen their friends die, who were humiliated and who were dumped into this place without a proper meal or water in their bellies for days had taken an evening to get to this pond. They might as well have stayed near the tunnel and hold up a bullseye. Whoever the hunters were, they were fed, healthy and prepared. And most of all, they knew the state the girls were in. They knew the first place the girls had to go, was a source of water. The river on both sides was probably unsafe to drink, so the only place left was where they had actually gone. The lake and the park was the first place the hunters would come looking for them. She didn't have the heart or strength to tell Hannah. They'd have to leave this place, but she just couldn't. Kensi tried to get up twice but fell back into the grass every time. She was too tired to get up." Apples sound good... Nice and juicy apples." She whispered, trying to imagine it in her mouth. She lay on her back, next to Hannah and watched the stars." They'll come here... first thing... We can let them... rape us... right here. They then leave us here I think. At least we have water and fish. If the rape is not too bad, it will keep us alive at least." Kensi hadn't considered her option but as she spoke the words, soft broken and tired, it sounded like a good option. They could sleep in, have water, try to fish, cook the fish and be fed. All they had to do in return was give their bodies to whoever came hunting for them. It wasn't too different from what they had done prior to being arrested anyway. The big unknown was if the rape wouldn't be so bad. What if it was bad? What if they didn't just rape them but also torture them? She wasn't thinking straight. Her exhaustion was taking over, and she turned on her side to face Hannah. Pretty Hannah with the big blue eyes whose sister had been hanged to die, naked and afraid and mocked by hundreds of people. Laying next to her friend and the only other person in the world to her, Hannah stared up at the stars as Kenji talked about apples briefly. The very thought after so long without food brought a moan from her throat. The sound tapered off into a sob as Kenji continued." Kensi... no... no," she did break down then, just a little. "They won't let us just lie back and take it... They want us to run and be scared. They'll make us run and be scared, and it's what they'll do to make us run is why we can't just be here for them to find," she continued, turning her head as Kenji rolled over. Hannah rolled over too then reached out and cupped her friend's cheek softly. "We can't stay here... but let's lie here for a bit. Rest for a bit." She was tired too. More than tired. Her body hurt it was so exhausted. "Just for a bit... then we have to move." There was a pleading tone to her voice even as she started to fade away, exhaustion claiming her, for the moment, anyway. The layers of clothes, the flattened grass under them, it was comfortable. More comfortable than they had been in days, anyway. She didn't care anymore about what could be. Maybe the rape wouldn't be too bad. She wanted to tell Hannah that if they wanted them to run and be scared, maybe the two of them should do the opposite. What was the worst that could happen? But she was too tired. The water in her body felt good but with the immediate threat of dehydration gone, the exhaustion was now foremost on her mind." Yeah. Sleep." Kensi didn't want to, but she had to. Her body overruled her senses and she dozed off. She was warm, comfortable and hydrated. She dreamed of apples and how juicy they tasted and how elated she felt when they found them. A few hours later she woke up from a sound. In her exhausted state of mind though, it was hard to place where it came from and what it was. The first thing that struck her was that way in the distance, the sky was lighter than right above them. The sun was already starting to come up. Then she heard the rustle again. She realized it was grass rustling and some panting sound. Hannah was still next to her so it couldn't be her." Hannah. Wake up." She shook her friend awake gently. Even if the sound was nothing, they still had to get a move on... The image burned in her memory, her voice cracking as she screamed. The burning of the rope binding her hands behind her back. Helpless. So helpless. Pain and terror. There was no more humiliation at being left on display. There was only pain and terror. Both emotions were in her heart. Ripping her soul." Sarah..." she murmured sadly as Kenji shook her a little." What?!" Hannah sat upright suddenly, the word gasped before her eyes were fully open. It was dark still but not fully. Even bleary-eyed Hannah figured that out quickly. She grabbed for Kenji's hands to reassure herself she wasn't alone, that her friend was still there even though it had been the other girl waking her up. Her head whipped around, and she clutched Kenji's hands tightly. "What was that?" she breathed, her eyes searching what could be seen around them faintly as she heard something moving nearby. That cleared the cobwebs and Hannah got up, still holding Kenji's hand in one of her own as she pulled her friend closer than pointed urgently away from the direction they originally come from, around the lake they'd slept next to. Her eyes were wide as she moved, pulling Kenji along in the direction she'd indicated. "Do you think they are already in the park?" She whispered as they started to move faster. There were no hunters. Nor would there be for at least another couple of hours. The Emperor at least wanted to ensure that the first set of hunters would have their work cut out for them. Whilst he wanted the whores to be found and abused, he didn't want to make it too easy. Yet that didn't mean that the empire of Pentax couldn't play tricks upon the two girls, lost in the abandoned part of the city. They weren't alone. A large pack of wild dogs had picked up on their scents from about a mile out. They'd moved together, getting closer and closer, the scents getting stronger and stronger. They found them too. The two girls, sleeping upon the floor of the overgrown park that had once been a hive of activity. Nowadays, the grass was much longer, and the bushes and trees were a little out of control. There was no one to make sure that Central Park looked its best and whilst that worked in both Hannah and Kensington's favor whilst they were trying to hide, it also gave other species of animal the opportunity to remain hidden too. As the girls began to start moving once more, the pack followed, keeping their whereabouts hidden for now, even if the rustling in the grass indicated where they were. They were acting as predators, stalking their prey. Yet their progress was briefly stopped as the sounds of horns could be heard from the main part of the city, along with gunshots. Of course, they were just a smokescreen, used to panic the girls who would be hunted. No one was coming after them just yet, but it would be enough to force them to begin to panic. The pack had stopped briefly, enough to give the girls distance once more, yet as silence once again fell upon Central Park, they began to search out their prey once more, getting closer and closer, the scent getting stronger and stronger once more. They caught up just as the girls made it to a larger lake that had formed. They stumbled as the grass turned into sand, and as they did the pack launched themselves upon the sleep-deprived woman. Furthermore, they began a frenzied attack, biting and scratching, whilst they ripped the clothing the girls had found to shreds, continuing until both girls were upon their backs, curled up, covered in their own blood, each other's blood, no longer clothed, with shreds of fabric either hanging off of them, or around them. The pack began to circle them, panting with their tongues out, their teeth on full view. They were on the move, moving as fast as they could be away from the place where they slept. Whatever it was that was out there, it was no good. Kenji couldn't answer Hannah's question as she simply didn't know the answer. Maybe these were the hunters already. Maybe it was something else, who knew. All Kenji knew at that time was that she wasn't ready to find out yet. So she followed Hannah as they ran away through the high grass and vegetation. As Kenji looked back a few times, she realized that it wasn't hunters. Whatever it was, was low to the ground and the sounds it made weren't human either. Then she heard the horns and the gunshots. That was definitely human. They had guns? Thank God. Maybe they'd shoot them and end this horror! After that whatever chased them seemed to have been scared off, allowing Hannah and Kenji to make their way to another body of water. She tripped over, rolled in the sand and just before she realized that she was actually in the sand rather than in the grass, she got jumped on. She shrieked out and screamed in fright as the dog began to claw at her clothes, it's sharp nails shredding it to pieces. Kenji fought and tried to push the dog off her but as she did, it sank its teeth into her lower arm. Blood gushed out and she let out a wail of pain. Despite her fear and now pain as well, she kept fighting and got bitten twice more in her upper arm and leg. Her pristine body and skin had been cut and ripped at multiple places and at some point in her struggle, she could see Hannah bleeding as well. Kensi curled up in a fetal position, protecting her body, not even realizing that her clothes had been shredded to bits and that she was in fact naked again. There was the stale smell of blood in her nose and warmth on her skin from the blood dripped from her body. Please... Please finish us but don't hurt us anymore... Please... The world whipped by as they ran, terror feeding the blurring vision in the semi-dark of early morning. Hannah was breathing heavier than her exertion really needed, panic barely held at bay. Sleep had been hard and far too short. Gunshots rang out and loud horns. A hunting party in the city, allowed to start early or had found their way onto the island. Hannah didn't know and didn't have time to care. There was something else closer and even less reasonable that the hunters would be. Some kind of animal was stalking them. She could hear the beasts as the tall grass rustled. The sounds had faded after the gunshots, but that didn't stop the girls as they continued to run. Kensi went down suddenly and Hannah screamed, startled by the way her friend had fallen. Another lake spread out before them and they were on a beach, in the open! The realization hit her at the same time that a dog landed on Kenji on the ground. Her friend had no chance to get up as another one joined. Hannah screamed again with a large maw clamped onto her ankle and yanked to drop her to the ground. The sand rose up and smacked her on the side of the head. Hannah was briefly dazed as snarls and heavy panting of a pack of wild dogs began to rip and pull at her clothes. Hannah struggled, trying to roll away, trying to kick out and fight them off. She could hear Kenji screaming in pain and terror as well. Animal attacks had not been anything they'd considered. Wild animals, at that. These used to be domesticated dogs now gone feral and vicious. Hungry? The layers of clothes were torn away with sharp claws and snarling, saliva dripping teeth. These dogs were big, lean and possibly hungry? There'd be nothing left for the hunters! Hannah tried to crawl away from the dogs that were attacking her, tried to get to Kenji. The redhead screamed as her body was shoved flat again as a pair of paws began to claw the clothes from her back. She fought, screaming in pain as teeth bit into her flesh and claws raked down her hip. All she could really do was curl up into a ball and hope it would end soon. Blood was smeared over her body. A rough bite sang painfully on her shoulder. She reached for Kenji and received a hard bite to her hand for her troubles. It was hard to say if it had been worse if hunters had found them. She just had no idea what to expect as she curled as small as possible. The pack continued to circle their prey. Both girls were close enough to each other that the pack could surround the pair of them without really losing numbers, but were still far enough apart that they'd have to be approached separately. For the most part silence fell around them. The city was quiet once more and there were no more horns or shots of gunfire. It had been a tease, designed to trick the mind of the two women that would be hunted. There was no one coming for them just yet, but that didn't mean they were in any less danger. The woman would have an idea of what the hunters wanted, what they desired, the pack of wild dogs however, they were unreadable. Growls began to fill the cold, brisk morning air, their teeth on full show as saliva dripped from their razor sharp tools. It soon became apparent that there were two alphas within the group, and they both stepped forward, crouched down, growling furiously as if they were about to attack, whilst the other dogs had begun to back off a little. Not retreating fully however as they kept the girls surrounded, all of them with a menacing look in their eyes. The alphas could smell something on them, they had no idea what it was, but it triggered something inside of them, something that usually, was only triggered by a female member of their pack. Kenji and Hannah would have no idea. How would they? Unbeknown to them, the dildos that had been inserted inside of them, had been coated and covered in a lube that was filled with the same sort of chemicals that radiated off a bitch in heat. It had attracted the pack to them, and if they began to look a little closer, they'd realize just what the pack wanted from them both. The tips of their red shafts suddenly became visible from their sheaths, the whole pack growling with desire, with need. As they got closer and closer, the more and more their red shafts became visible to the naked eye, as it hung between their two hind legs. Two girls remained upon the floor, covered in dirt and sand, wrapped in the fetal position as they tried to protect themselves as best as they could. They growled louder, now circling them menacingly. Suddenly they barked and that led to the pack closing in. The girls began to get prodded and pushed from every possible direction, as the dogs seemingly began to play and tease with them. If they hadn't had been so clearly wild, then the girls may have started to relax, perhaps even started to enjoy some normality in their lives. It wasn't the case, however. They were forced to roll around in the dirt with the large pack, and the dogs continued to push, nudge and provoke the two women until they had started to, perhaps instinctively, move closer and closer to one another until they were both huddled together, the pair of them now upon their knees, yet still curled up. There was no time to think about what to do next however, nor time to react to what came next. The two alphas of the pack suddenly attacked from behind. Strong paws dug into the backs of the women, forcing them forward, and as their hands reached out to stop them hitting the floor head first, it gave the dogs the final encouragement they required. The first dog immediately began to thrust, standing upon his hind legs as he held Hannah down, and immediately found home, his cock stretching her open as it drove into her pussy. The second began to thrust also, yet the first few missed the mark, the rock hard shaft prodding Kenji's ass and clit before eventually he found his target, forcing his cock into her tight depths. They wasted no time at all. They were not human. Furthermore, they immediately began to thrust hard and fast, dominating the two girls as the other dogs closed in around them, growling and barking whilst they were fucked behind like two bitches in heat. As the dogs moved around them, growling and snapping, Hannah could only cower. Why weren't they just attacking? Most of the pack seemed to be staying back, a ring of snarling or panting canines that stood guard as a couple of the large ones nudged and sniffed at the two women on the ground. Hannah inched her way towards Kenji, hoping that huddling together, they'd be able to protect themselves a bit better. Before she made it across the dirt to her friend the pack lunged in again. Hannah screamed, curling down tighter into a ball as clawed paws and cold, wet noses pushed and nudged her. Sharp yips and ever-present growling forced her to shift and shrink until she felt the warm body of her friend by her side. "It'll be ok... it'll be ok... it'll be ok..." Hannah began whimpering to herself as much as to Kensington. She daringly put her arm over Kenji's shoulders and the girls huddled close. They had their heads to the ground, instincts making them protect their faces. On their knees, as they eventually were, it left them vulnerable in a whole new way. Covered in smudges of dirt and blood, the girls could only cower and pray for a quick death. What came was decidedly different. Heavy paws landed on her back and slid off to her sides. Hannah screamed as she nearly rolled forward, her hips rising behind her just as the great male began to instinctually thrust. The large dog drove home and dug in. The strangled scream was worse as Hannah suddenly found herself being used by the great beast. She made to struggle as her own instincts kicked in but the moment she shifted, the dog latched on harder and bit her shoulder. Hannah was not particularly well versed in how dog copulated but was getting a crash course as the alpha that was penetrating her at speed began to swell inside of her. Hard, short thrusts became shorter and shorter as the knot at the base of his cock swelled up, stretching her painfully as the male huffed and humped on her prone form. She had no choice but to take the entire humiliating experience and turned her head where it was pressed to the dirt to see poor Kenji in much the same situation. Her voice was sharp and pained as she reached out to hold Kenji's hand. Tears ran down from her eyes as her body was knotted onto the powerful dog as he expelled copious amounts of seed into her. She couldn't speak, she could only sob and cringed between sharp grunts of strange pain that was tinged with dirty pleasure. Being hunted by men was terrifying enough. Now, with blood gushing from her wounds, Kenji realized that this was probably even more terrifying. The thought of being shredded to pieces by the dog's canines, to feel the flesh and muscles tear while tasting the dog's foul breath combined with her own blood. The lithe blonde was terrified and with every touch and push of a muzzle or paw, she whimpered and cried. When she was hustled on her elbows and knees she felt one of the dogs jump on top of her. She could see cocks and heard the panting, and then she felt something against her ass and between her legs. Hannah screamed, a sound that panicked Kenji even more and moments later she realized why. Blood ran from Hannah's shoulder as Kenji herself was penetrated by the oversized dog. It hurt, more than anything else and each thrust was agony up to a point where she couldn't hold her body up and lowered her torso into the mud. The dog tipped forward as well and now Kenji felt the hot breath of the dog in her face as he was raping her. With a blurred vision from the tears, she could see Hannah's hand and face and reached out to hold it. It didn't take long at all before the dog filled her up with warm seed, which almost immediately oozed out and leaked down her legs to mix with the blood and dirt already on them. And then the chilling reality set in. While they were being raped by two dogs and maybe even more after this, the hunters were already out looking for them, probably well-prepared and most likely coming straight to this pond. She felt the dog trying to pull out, his knot preventing him. With every try, a searing pain shot through her body until eventually and finally, the dog had shrunk enough to pull out. Kenji wanted to collapse and curl up again, but she was too scared of being bitten again and tried to stay in position as well as she is good, praying to Gods and Hannah that it was over and they could run away. If she could still walk with her injuries at least. Whilst the two new 'bitches' were taken by the two alphas of the group, the other wolves fought with each other. They bit and scratched each other, the morning air filled with the sounds of howling and fighting. If the group of hunters had begun the hunt, then they'd certainly be alerted to the commotion coming from the outer edges of the wooded area. They grappled with each other whilst the two girls were dominated and humiliated from behind. The thrusts were harsh and relentless. At no point would either of them be able to relax as they were continually fucked, pressed down into the dirt beneath them, forced to submit in a way that neither of them could have contemplated. Sure they had both been working girls, but never would they have expected to find themselves on the wrong side of the wall, being raped by two wild wolves, and surrounded by an entire pack. There was nothing they could do, nowhere they could go, the reality was that once the wolves were eventually done with them both, that they'd have to find some energy from somewhere, or they'd be found by the hunters. The wolves continued to fuck until they had both knotted and were both cumming hard. The seed quickly began to ooze out of both girls, leaking their legs, forming a small puddle beneath either of them as they held hands and looked towards one another. They both tried to pull away before the knot had lessened in size, increasing the pain for the pair of girls until finally the knot had shrunk enough to allow them to be free. Yet they weren't free. Not really. They were mounted again and the raping continued. Again and again they were fucked and had wolf cum fired into them. The pair of them must have been fucked by at least five separate wolves before a loud gunshot was fired into the air. It made the birds in the trees disperse, and it was enough to send the wolves away too as they all ran off, disappearing into the overgrowth, leaving the two naked girls alone finally, the air now eerily silent, dangerously so. They were both covered in dirt, blood, scratches and their stomachs would be bulging with the amount of cum deposited inside of them. Yet they were safe now. At least for a few more moments. The silence didn't last long, however. Soon enough a huge eruption of applause and shouting could be heard, a clear sign that the hunt was either about to start, or had started. If they managed to find energy, Kenji and Hannah really only had two options to them. They could find the road once more, and head towards the subway beneath the forgotten city. Or they could head further into the forest. Being trapped and attacked by the pack had been bad enough, but this horrific mounting was unlike any sex Hannah had ever encountered. Sure, some men enjoyed being a bit rough, she'd even endured bites but none of it compared to the wildness of these dogs. Her body suffered scratches from the claws digging in as the animal pumped mindlessly into her. Bites bled freely, burning from the rolling in the dirt as she'd struggled to crawl away. It was the swelling of the knot, locking her to the animal that was further humiliating. She was helpless, even if the beast hadn't been snarling and huffing in her ear, so close to her neck with his sharp teeth. The knot filled and stretched her painfully in a way that no use from a man had ever caused. Maybe if Hannah had ever had a client that enjoyed fisting she might have had some inkling of how much a knotting cock could hurt. Clinging to Kenji's hand as her friend suffered much the same fate, Hannah could only sob and wail in despair. It didn't end with the first dog either. It felt unending, in fact. Furthermore, it made the sharp gunshot a relief as much as terrifying. Hannah screamed as the male that had been locked inside of her forcibly yanked himself free with a pop and sort of flush of liquid from her abused cunt. The young woman sagged to the ground as the animals vanished. She still clung to Kenji's hand, her fingers locked stiff around her friend's, and she looked over, worried about her. "They're gone... it's OK now." She murmured weakly into the silence of the brightening morning. The applause made her flinch and lift her head, whipping it around expecting to see a crowd watching them. Emptiness but voices. Yelling and hooting. Sounds was being pumped out over loudspeakers, the hunt was officially on. "Kenji... we have to move," she said in a voice slurred by a new level of exhaustion. Her body ached, they were wounded and dirty but needed to hide. Hannah sat up, looking down at her body. "Can you move?" She asked, running her hand over Kenji's side. "We can do this. We have to do this." She said, climbing awkwardly to her feet and reaching her hand down to her only friend left in the world. "I won't leave you behind ever," she vowed. "You're my sister in this."

The Hunted [Nymphadora _ TheDoctor _ Dashenka]|rating:2.0

IAs OOC

Welcome to the IAS, Identified Anomalies, Out of Character thread. Here you are welcome to manifest your favorite sitting furniture, decorate with your favorite sideboards, and find all of your favorite nourishment and sustaining beverages. May the fountain of Mountain Dew flow ever sparkling, and may your snack bowl never empty, though you gain nary a pound. Welcome and find our additional threads available.IA's IC thread (*Toasts everyone with surge and orange juice*Tampa! The party has re materialized at its new location. Can people help me figure out what parameters to build my character around? Will try to repost my characters over here today. Ok strangely enough thought we had a character sheet page....apparently not. So new GM do you want to do one or do you want me to just recreate Brian / Martin my own way and send them to you?? What exactly are you looking for? Stats / No Stats Power Levels, etc. That is a good question. I have to rework my female character and drop the guy from the last one. I am looking for conceptual heroes, more than statistics. Please give me ballpark ideas of power level, as well as available weaknesses and such. I believe that as we made our concepts, we applied via PM to the other game, and entered the game with no understanding of each other's powers outside what we made public. Do we have a gender spread yet? Give me a bit and I will get a character sheet up. Sorry the Superhero geek in me wants to do this. I will put up what I think works for us and the boss man can adjust it from there. If that works for everyone. PLAYER'S NAME: GannameadeREAL NAME: Brian Damien JohnsonCODE-NAME: PhaserGENDER:mileage:19HEIGHT: 6'1"WEIGHT: 240 hair:Blackened: Light brownNATIONALITY:African AmericanSEXUALITY: Interface CLAIM: Take DiggsDESCRIPTION: Appears to he is a Black male, 6'1, 230# Solid muscle, Looks to be 22–26 years old due to thin mustache growing in. He has a barbed wire tattoo on arms. He wears black clothing most of the time, black boots, and sunglasses. PERSONALITY / STYLE: Cautious, Self-Reliant, and Calculating. Not really trusting has been isolated for a while being a mutant for a long time. He has been locked up on the farm for almost a year now. KNOWN POWERS: Electromagnetic Energy Control: (Power Stunts: Light, Heat, Magnetism, Gravity, Sound, Radiation, Radio waves)Electromagnetic Energy Emission: (Combo blast: currently two per day, as it is linked to his health.) Energy Absorption – able to absorb various forms of energy and convert them to energy, health, endurance, strength, agility –(Hides most powers under this one)Total Memory-able to recall anything read or experienced 30% of the time. Effect is cumulative.*Body Transformation: Any type of energy he can currently control.*Energy Solidification: Able to make solid constructs out of the energy he is currently transformed into.*Hyper-Speed - able to run 360mph without tiring, when not in his powered form.*Starred power are the ones in development or hidden powers that the character knows that the Farm is unaware of currently(TALENTS:Martial Arts: Keno, TAE won do, Guns, Oriental Weapons, Computers, Physics-EM Spectrum, Military Etiquette, Spanish, ActingWEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Nothing out of the ordinary, just personal affects. Can generally get some anything into his backpack. (Very Boy Scout-like, verging on pack-rat.)OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:The man who would become Brian was a military brat, having traveled around the world with his mother, who was a military Colonel. He was given special treatment at times. In truth, he didn’t know who his father was, he heard rumors about the man being an agent, involved with a secret military project. He didn’t take any of this to heart. When he was about 13, all of that change as he seemed to flare out of control in his room, transforming to light and appearing naked outside. He landed in the swimming pool when he transformed back. He ran into the house, the door gave way under his speed and new-found strength. Brian realized something was happening to him, he realized from reading what had happened. There was no denying the truth. He did what he could to learn, reading voraciously now to make sure if nothing else. The repercussions didn’t come back on his mother. He had no idea that he was being watched, later hunted. He began studying physics, energy and wavelength specifically. His thought processes were spot on as he went through the varying degrees of self training. He had learned quickly some of the things and effects he could do, some from reading some from watching physics videos. When it was all said and done he was done fairly adept with his abilities, he could always learn more or further, but in truth the world could no longer wait. Just as he was about to go out and do more, he was captured. His mother was informed his powers had overloaded, and he needed to be watched. That was 8 months ago now he seems to be stuck being at some farm. He is now trying to seek away out!(Just an idea, comments, changes welcomed.) That is quite an array of powers. The ones I've been looking at aren't so diverse or strong. Curious to see what Chajesdad thinks of that power level, so I know what I should be shooting for. Heh. I was also pondering an African American male of about that build. :) Still wanting to know more about desired erotic content in the story to determine what gender will be more interesting. Well if it is powers you need help with I can help with that. I generally play mostly Black males. Once I get the ok on powers, etc. Thinking of change FC since this is a new game and all. Not everyone is...extremely happy at being a part of the baby factors so they aren't going to give up all they know. Lol I need absolutely know help to find my own powers, thank you. I'm just working to get them on par with the game power level.(I also wasn't complaining about the similarities in appearance. I hope you didn't think I was. I wasn't sure if the guys were supposed to be working with the program or not (maybe with girls who weren't so willing?) If so I would default to playing a guy, but if its mostly interaction with our environment and our captors--and friendly interaction with each other--i'm more likely to put together a girl. If we're only doing one character each, that is? NP. Just asking. Will let the boss man decide, I had two last time since we had more women then. Good premise. It was a combination of working against the man, environment, own agenda. My character was trying to escape...mostly...ended up being interested in one or two...but didn't want to be connected and have that 1/2 be used as leverage against him to stay/obey with the program. But things change. So I think I’m going to drop to one character ether Sam my male/female fire/ice person or Sarah my female that can more herself to what she touches I think one character will be easier to manage with all I got going on So..." My name is Marisol Moreno."(are my best friends, Mateo and Pablo:(are coup—a kind of tree frog you can only find in my home—Puerto Rico. My father fought in the wars before I was born. The coup taught him how to find peace after that terrible time—lying on the porch—or on the beach—during the rain and listening to their song. I learned from my father—the peace that comes from solitude, the music of the raindrops, the song of the coup. Many people lovebird song, but birds sing of war, a warning and challenge to any who would try to claim their tree. The coup sing a love song. Father fought in the war He taught me peace, but he knew that peace came at a price, so he taught me to fight as well. Occasionally we went to the rifle range, but there is no music in rifle shot. He took me to the beach, where we danced the Jing with the calorie masters. The coup taught me to love music. Mother taught me to sing. I've sung hymns with the choir. I've sung little pop concerts at beach parties. Furthermore, I've sung classic opera at the university. All these things are keys that make me. That's not what you want to know about, though, is it? You want to know why I'm here, in this wilderness prison deep bellow the earth where military scientists study us like amoeba under a microscope. They want to know the same things we want to know—what are these powers? What can we do? Where do they come from? We want to know ourselves and each other, they're different. They want to make us into weapons, and our children a new generation of weapons. I was starting to gain my power before the earthquake. I learned in peaceful solitude that I wasn't' alone. Furthermore, I could extend myself. Furthermore, I could join my mind, my heart, even my perceptions with the coup. In waking dreams, I would fly across the tree branches in the body I shared with one of my friends. The earthquake wasn't really as powerful as it seemed. It only triggered the devastation, not caused it. Rising sea levels washed earth out from under San Juan bit by bit, 'til parts of the city teetered in a lethal balance. When the earthquake struck I was across town visiting myabuelitaThe tremors tossed me out of the hammock and I landed lithely in the grass. Twenty seconds into it, though, the true catastrophe struck. For a dozen blocks around, San Juan began to sink into a sinkhole seven soccer fields deep! I was sliding into the depths of the earth. The house started to fall on me. I leaped 37 meters to clear that collapse. Then I saw my screaming grandmother scrambling out of the window of her house just before it toppled fully into the depths of the earth. I leaped again, back they way I'd come. I took her on my back and tried to get out. Furthermore, I leaped again and again. Furthermore, I clung to sliding walls, past screaming people swallowed up by the darkness. Furthermore, I got my Angelita out, and then I went back into that hellish pit. There were coup in there. They could get out on their own, if they survived the catastrophe, but they couldn't help the humans. (or the dogs, or the cats.) I could. And they showed me where the ones were that I could help. Despite the fear of the empowered that had reached our island, I was considered a hero by many. Since the wars, we hadn't been an American territory. It wasn't so much a rebellion, or even an abandonment, as that we'd just lost the resources to be part of each other. The day after the quake, an American aircraft carrier motored into our harbor. The whole city froze, fearful that we'd be reincorporated by force. Bullhorns came out. An admiral introduced himself and announced that his orders were to offer relief. That he had 500 beds available in the hospital and hundreds of thousands of gallons of clean water. Cheers ent up across San Juan and beyond. Our allies of old had returned, and they were our saviors. I can't single out America for fearmongering over the empowered. Every military power on the planet wants to weaponize us. I don't regret my homeland finally becoming the 51st state of the USA. But here I am. I'm not going to stay here, though. When it's time to go, I will leap, and I will climb. I will sing hypnotic songs. I will strike my foes with resonate vibrations that can shatter bones. My two friends will show me my foes. Anyone who still tries to stop me will learn what it's like to be kicked by a girl who can leap across a soccer field. PLAYER'S NAME: Tens hi the Muse of Fire (Muse)CHARACTER NAME:Marisol MorenoCODE-NAME: Rain Contender:female AGE:21HEIGHT: 5'10" (All leg.)WEIGHT: 170 hair:Chocolate brown going honey gold in the sun. Sometimes she highlights this with a little blown dye.EYES: BrownETHNICITY:Hispanic (Puerto Rico)SEXUALITY: Bisexual and curious. Still a virgin but hardly innocent. FACE CLAIM: Charity CrawfordDESCRIPTION: PERSONALITY / STYLE: Spiritual, compassionate, and courageous. Proud of her culture and religion, but neither fanatical nor pushy. Musical. Loves singing and dancing. Hasn't been locked up nearly as long as her peers, so she is less jaded about escaping. Doesn't intend to let her persecutors off the hook, but also doesn't resent people at large for it. (The worst she ever thinks of the everyday people who let this happen to her is that they're sheep. Normally she's finding the term "misguided" more appropriate.)KNOWN POWERS: Physical capabilities emulating the coup frog: She has physical prowess well beyond the human norm--especially lower body strength!--Climbing: Marisol can only describe her ability to adhere to walls and even glass as purely supernatural.--Leaping: Marisol can jump great distances--perhaps even further than her prodigious leg strength can reasonably account for. Sonic Projection: Marisol's powers combined with her musical training and spirituality allow her to create a variety of effects by singing, crooning, chirping, and operatic screams. Her best known effects are short term emotional influence, hypnotic trances thatcanbe used to plant long term hypnotic suggestions, and attacks based on focused sound that can deafen, bludgeon, and shatter. Note that lighter modern armors can be ineffective against many of these effects.--Psychic Connection with the coup frog: The limits of this ability have not yet been tested--or even pushed. She can share telepathically share kinesthetic processes with that specific species of tree frog. In Puerto Rico this has allowed her to create a sensory collective hundreds of yards wide, even sharing 'processing power' with this collective in order to properly perceive it all at once. Having left home with only Mateo and Pablo to share this ability with, she believes her friends have actually become more resilient and even regenerative from their closer bond. TALENTS:Martial Arts: Calorie, General Athleticism, Music (Voice, drums, bimbo). Langueges: English, Spanish, and a bit of portugese.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:2 Coup familiars. BirimbowOTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:"My name is Marisol Moreno."(are my best friends, Mateo and Pablo:(are coup—a kind of tree frog you can only find in my home—Puerto Rico. My father fought in the wars before I was born. The coup taught him how to find peace after that terrible time—lying on the porch—or on the beach—during the rain and listening to their song. I learned from my father—the peace that comes from solitude, the music of the raindrops, the song of the coup. Many people lovebird song, but birds sing of war, a warning and challenge to any who would try to claim their tree. The coup sing a love song. Father fought in the war He taught me peace, but he knew that peace came at a price, so he taught me to fight as well. Occasionally we went to the rifle range, but there is no music in rifle shot. He took me to the beach, where we danced the Jing with the calorie masters. The coup taught me to love music. Mother taught me to sing. I've sung hymns with the choir. I've sung little pop concerts at beach parties. Furthermore, I've sung classic opera at the university. All these things are keys that make me. That's not what you want to know about, though, is it? You want to know why I'm here, in this wilderness prison deep bellow the earth where military scientists study us like amoeba under a microscope. They want to know the same things we want to know—what are these powers? What can we do? Where do they come from? We want to know ourselves and each other, they're different. They want to make us into weapons, and our children a new generation of weapons. I was starting to gain my power before the earthquake. I learned in peaceful solitude that I wasn't' alone. Furthermore, I could extend myself. Furthermore, I could join my mind, my heart, even my perceptions with the coup. In waking dreams, I would fly across the tree branches in the body I shared with one of my friends. The earthquake wasn't really as powerful as it seemed. It only triggered the devastation, not caused it. Rising sea levels washed earth out from under San Juan bit by bit, 'til parts of the city teetered in a lethal balance. When the earthquake struck I was across town visiting myabuelitaThe tremors tossed me out of the hammock and I landed lithely in the grass. Twenty seconds into it, though, the true catastrophe struck. For a dozen blocks around, San Juan began to sink into a sinkhole seven soccer fields deep! I was sliding into the depths of the earth. The house started to fall on me. I leaped 37 meters to clear that collapse. Then I saw my screaming grandmother scrambling out of the window of her house just before it toppled fully into the depths of the earth. I leaped again, back they way I'd come. I took her on my back and tried to get out. Furthermore, I leaped again and again. Furthermore, I clung to sliding walls, past screaming people swallowed up by the darkness. Furthermore, I got my Angelita out, and then I went back into that hellish pit. There were coup in there. They could get out on their own, if they survived the catastrophe, but they couldn't help the humans. (or the dogs, or the cats.) I could. And they showed me where the ones were that I could help. Despite the fear of the empowered that had reached our island, I was considered a hero by many. Since the wars, we hadn't been an American territory. It wasn't so much a rebellion, or even an abandonment, as that we'd just lost the resources to be a part of each other. The day after the quake, an American aircraft carrier motored into our harbor. The whole city froze, fearful that we'd be reincorporated by force. Bullhorns came out. An admiral introduced himself and announced that his orders were to offer relief. That he had 500 beds available in the hospital and hundreds of thousands of gallons of clean water. Cheers went up across San Juan and beyond. Our allies of old had returned, and they were our saviors. I can't single out America for fearmongering over the empowered. Every military power on the planet wants to weaponize us. I don't regret my homeland finally becoming the 51st state of the USA. But here I am. I'm not going to stay here, though. When it's time to go, I will leap, and I will climb. I will sing hypnotic songs. I will strike my foes with resonate vibrations that can shatter bones. My two friends will show me my foes. Anyone who still tries to stop me will learn what it's like to be kicked by a girl who can leap across a soccer field.() Wow!!! Damn I like!!! *Grins and bows* Thank you very much. I'm extremely pleased with this and glad to have been able to put a new character together for this instead of refitting an old concept. No she is definitely going to bring all the boys to the yard!!!’D I like the frogging n.n PLAYER'S NAME: Lady AvacynREAL NAME: Lyon DanversCODE-NAME: Cisgender:female AGE:25HEIGHT: 5'7"WEIGHT: 190 hair:Sandy blondes: HazelNATIONALITY:CaucasianSEXUALITY: HeteroDESCRIPTION: An average sized young woman with a toned form. Never really considered curvy, or voluptuous, which has been a source of insecurity for her. PERSONALITY / STYLE: Self-conscious, and often seeming unsure of herself in social situations. Her style often comes off a bit undefinable, preferring a cute jacket with whatever she wears regardless of the weather. KNOWN POWERS: Fluid Form: The ability to take on a liquid form the consistency of molten metal, without the heat. Living Armor: Solidifies into a protective bio-armor for an ally, capable of withstanding a fair amount of damage.(TALENTS:An artist, specializing in watercolor and pencil and ink.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Nothing other than her clothing. OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:Lyon's mutation wasn't natural, in that whole evolutionary sense. She spent her life staying out of the way and keeping her nose in sketch books. Her hopes for a normal life after being accepted into the graphic arts program at her local university were dashed when she got snatched off the street and subjected to a battery of horrific experiments. Initially they left her a pile of formless goo in a test tube. It had taken her a full year to figure out how to manipulate her form enough to escape, eventually discovering the extent of her new powers, and reclaiming her human form. After discovering that she was capable of becoming more than just a puddle, but using this molten form to protect others, she took on the name Aegis. She would be a shield for those that needed it. And helping those that wished to protect the weak. Poor Aegis! She's awesome, though. (Sexy too.) I really admire her attitude. It takes a lot of strength to keep your compassion after something like that! Lady is pretty awesome at playing her character. She is very pretty, we will probably change how she feels about herself soon enough. ;) Thanks guys. And you can call me Avalon. Or Av if it's easier for you. And I figured she had to have some kind of resolve given that her power really isn't that kind of out there smash you in the face type. Anyone can swing a sword, it takes true bravery to be a shield. I am sorry, the two posts I began, seem to have gone unfinished and therefor have not been submitted to you. My apologies. Brian, I never knew the true power level of Brian. He is quite impressive. I don't see this as being the standard power level game where we balance and commit. I see it more as varied power levels and skill sets. Furthermore, I will limit character submission to two per player for now. Furthermore, I will keep my two characters as well, and will offer their bios soon. Becca and Bin shall be rejoining us in this endeavor. Elyon Dancers is hot and impressive. Mateo and Pablo are the supreme familiars that I have seen in a long time. I love the concept behind Marisol. I truly look forward to a collaborative effort. I have a few questions coming in private mode about the characters and welcome feedback on Bin and Becca as they are posted for your perusal. Furthermore, I'm loving all this positive feedback on Lyon. Thanks guys. Last RP she was kind of a mess... But then so was I at the time. If we are doing 2 then I will bring Martin back, but I will change the face claim for him though, feeling a bit different with him right now. So just as a friendly reminder I am dyslexic. So if I’m online for long periods of time I try to full read and understand what going on or trying to make my writing readable. It doesn’t always happen, but I do my best. I’ll be posting my character “sheet “?? Soon. I’m really sorry for the wait. It is ok. We haven't started yet. Quote from: Sillykitty1995 on 10-11-2018, 18:59:55So just as a friendly reminder I am dyslexic. So if I’m online for long periods of time I try to full read and understand what going on or trying to make my writing readable. It doesn’t always happen, but I do my best. I’ll be posting my character “sheet “?? Soon. I’m really sorry for the wait. Take your time! I know our Storyteller is frequently overworked and will benefit from a slow, steady paced story. If you ever need me to parse down my posts to be more readable please let me know. And I'll be extra careful with spelling and typos here. :) Thank you for understanding guys. Hopefully Muse I won’t need you to do that. I hope not too, I just know I can be ridiculously wordy. :) Replies to the questions are coming along, and I am encouraged by the feedback, I am sorry that I have been slow on submitting my bios, as they take a bit more time in construction and family has taken more of my time than usual. Not that you can expect me to neglect my family nor will I apologize for spending time strengthening my family bonds. I use it as my excuse, and I use it with relish for it is true. Please understand that you are on my agenda, and we are crawling along (which is better than the perceived standstill). I shall keep you posted. Nope I get it. You are fine. Enjoy family time always Priority! I am needing to work on mine as well so I get it! Still here, we will get started soon enough. Looking forward to it. LAYER'S NAME: Sillykitty1995REAL NAME: Samantha/ SamualNIKE NAME: Code-name: ?GENDER: Female and mileage: 23HEIGHT: (Female)5,6 (male)5,10WEIGHT: (Female)155 (male)HAIR: Sandy blondes: BlueNATIONALITY:SEXUALITY: Bisexual (virgin)DESCRIPTION:(/ STYLE: so Sam’s personality kinda split like every thing else about them. KNOWN POWERS: (Samantha) power over ice and some not all water (non-salt water)also great ice and withstand it.(Samuel) power over fire can also great fire and with stand Incan change genderTALENTS: cooking/baking, painting, making things, crocheting (he learned in memory of her)OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:Sam powers are completely emotion based. If into much turmoil powers won’t work at all.HISTORY: Samuel use to run a small baker and café with his once best friend Samantha and her family. They were Gear close friends almost a couple. He worked a few side jobs random odd jobs on top of helping out at the bakery. Usually simple task he never asked anything in return really. But most people would pay him for his work. After a morning of nonstop baking he went out a did some of his odd jobs. That day he was to wall 3 of their neighbors dogs. Then go pick up ms. Hensworth’s dry cleaning and help Kevin paint the inside of his new apartment. And still have time to get his flu shot and get home to clean up the shop. After getting his flu shot he headed straight to the shop we’re he found his best friend cleaning up. He found him self rather tired and warm as if heat was radiating off of him. He tried to shake it off he had been feeling fine all day till now. Furthermore, he made his way over to her when he collapsed in front of their gas stove burners. Knock one on but not quite lighting it. He felt like he was melting. It wasn’t till Samantha came running to his ad that he realized he basically was. (His body was breaking down at a genetic level unknown to him)He felt like he was losing consciousness and everything was becoming hazy. Her ice-cold hand touched his face. Her hand began to melt and mold in to him. (His body trying to find extra cells to rebuild) she screamed in pain. She tried to get up and stumbled turn on the stove and setting the gas that had been building up into flame. Samuel’s body took form again (the fire helped stabilize him) and he could see now that he was out of the haze that his wife was hurt he tries to get her out of the fire but by doing so he had sealed her death. He tries to get her to their walk-in freeze the bakery had. But it was too late her burns had killed her, and she was gone. The fire department finds her in the freezer holding ashes and crying and while surrounded by ice. That’s all I got for now sorry I’ve been super busy I like looks good to me. I will try to put Martin up a little later. Maybe tomorrow. Just getting off work for tonight and beat!!!(FC.any preferences??? I would go with both, since you had a harder edge with Brian, I would say the top for Brian and the bottom for Martin. LOL.... I... I hadn't thought about that. Furthermore, I was just thinking Martin....but now!!! Dang. Ok. Wow!!! Ok... I will work on my Martin with 2 new FCs.... Thanks. ’D So just curious how many characters do we have now. Oh! I feel terribly sorry for Sam! Does s/he have any of memories of being Samantha? Or does s/he just try to keep her alive by emulating her? So no she has no memory of her once self, but he does. So in their female form he tries not to look at reflections the pain still bothers him. All she really knows is the once knew each other tho they may share the same body their memories are split. But others wise they can both think togas one now show Samuel avoids it he also almost always refuses to talk about the past. But he is coming to nice that she has passed and what’s left of her is his memory and a shell of her but not her. That is going to be interesting to play. PLAYER'S NAME: GannameadeREAL NAME: Martin Anthony MitchellCODE-NAME: PrimusGENDER:mileage:17HEIGHT: 5'1"WEIGHT: 210 hair:Blackened: Green - shiftingNATIONALITY:African AmericanSEXUALITY: Interface CLAIM: Donnell Blaylock Jr.DESCRIPTION: Appears to he is a Black male, 5'11, 210# Athletic, Looks to be 24–29 years old due to thin mustache and beard growing in. He has a lion tattoo on arm. PERSONALITY / STYLE: Not very self-assured, he is skillful but not very confident. He has hurt some people by accident so he tends to limit his powers to his own body rather than the surrounding area. Furthermore, he has been locked up on the farm for almost a year now. KNOWN POWERS: Elemental Manipulation/Transformation: Primary for is Weather Elemental:The other four are subforms yet to be developed:Weather Control: Smokiness - control and manipulate the various aspects of the Weather(mixing water, ice, fire, earth, air, and lightning/electricity.• Electrokinetic - control, generate or absorb electric fields and shoot lightning bolts.• Electrical Absorption - absorb electricity.• Electric Mimicry - transform entire body into a lightning-like being of pure electrical energy.• Electroporating - teleport with lightning/electricity• Electrical Speed - Running with lightning/electricity image• Elemental Awareness - Able to detect the flow of elemental energy, down to the minute connection between the four elements. Heightened Physical Structure – His current body is hyper adaptive to the point he is 5x a normal human without his powers. Speed, strength, endurance, agility, senses, intellect. Powers to be developed Able to manipulate and control the properties of the four elements assuming the body type there of (currently must be in that form to manipulate that element He can control two, but it is currently draining):Air(• Air Generation - create or generate blasts of air.• Oxygenation - suck up all the oxygen from a place.• Lung Adaptation - breathe anywhere.• Flight Earth:(• Geokinesis - control, manipulate, create, generate and reshape or shape earth/rocks/stones. Similar to that of major storms. Fire:(• Thermogenesis - create, control and manipulate heat. Water:(• Water Generation - generate water.• Hydroportation - teleport across short or long distances through liquid water.*Starred power are the ones in development or hidden powers that the character knows that the Farm is unaware of currently(TALENTS:Martial Arts: MMA, Karate, Electronics, Japanese, Spanish, Biology, Blunt weapons, Motorcycles.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Nothing out of the ordinary, just personal affects. OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:Martin found out about his mutation the hard way, not public but his mother wondered. With his father gone, he started to go through changes just before his 13th birthday. He set his room on fire once, fell through the living room floor, flooded the basement and found himself stuck to the ceiling a couple of mornings. It took some time for him to come to grips with his nature. He did what he could to learn to control his abilities and even with his physical transformations his area control was lacking. He was happy to think he wasn’t going to be alone when he was seemingly drafted for the program. Furthermore, he had no true idea what all they wanted him to do. When he wasn’t allowed to go home, he was worried. Call home, he became nervous, when they cut off visitors…he knew this was not what he had signed up for. The rose colored glasses came off, and he realized he really was now the prisoner if not test subject. This definitely wasn’t the Xavier’s from his comic books.(Just an idea, comments, changes welcomed.) Hey you all, let me know when we get started. I, once again wish to offer my apologies for the delays. I have yet to post my characters for review and discussion, also with the holidays I have little time to take care of these things and my family. Furthermore, I will make a concerted effort now that Thanksgiving is over, but not sure if we will be in a position to kick off before Christmas has passed. Furthermore, I have a midterm graduation that takes a considerable amount of my time each year occurring on the thirteenth of December this year. Furthermore, I understand that doggone life. NP I get it for sure. Ditto With great appreciation to Muse and a stolen char sheet format from Ganymede, here are the long-awaited character sheets for my two characters.(NAME: ChajesdadREAL NAME: Becca Rebecca KreigerCODE-NAME: SelkieGENDER:Female exclusively and sometimes mileage:24HEIGHT: 6'3"WEIGHT: 245HAIR:by choices: by choiceNATIONALITY:New England Conglomerate of the United AllianceSEXUALITY: FACE CLAIM: DESCRIPTION: modified periodically by choice, her natural form and design is that of a moderately overweight woman of considerable bust and stature. Curvy is weak, she is plush. PERSONALITY / STYLE: Often falls back on her bully-girl antics, she is insecure in herself and her place, she doesn't like bullying, but she does not like hurting others either as she would have to do to defend herself if they thought they could push her around. KNOWN POWERS: Molecular Mastery of self --Through structural change she can alter her physical organelles to do wonders, including but not limited to enhancing strength, durability, adaptability to environs, poison creation, dart or other small weapons made from bone, complete chemical and disease immunity (due to the fact that she can just isolate the infected or chemical disturbance). Prehensile Hair, Extendable (20 feet) TALENTS:Medical Doctor (Surgeon)Masters in Bio-mechanics with a minor in Zoology Acting (Bullying is a favored role, though she has learned from observing animals the role of body language for communication)Fishing Commercial and deep sea)Swimming (a natural in the water)BoatingDrivingCooking (proficient +)Sewing (Proficient +)Brawling (Animalistic combat as she may incorporate wings, a tail, stingers, or other animalistic organelles)WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:No specific weaponry, though that is just a matter of time. Her red peacoat, a gift from the family. OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:Raised by her grandparents upon the family fishing boat, Rebecca Harriman was held to high and strict religious standards. Her parents were con-artists, running scams alliance wide culminating in a capture after a particularly lucrative Florida gator ranch scam. While celebrating their gains (in excess of 4 million) the mother in a pique of drunken anger was captured beating a post office box with a pipe. Later she led them to her husband before she sobered. Rebecca Harriman first manifested powers at the age of 8 while swimming off the boat as they harvested box jelly-fish in Australia. She absorbed enough jellyfish stings to become poisonous herself by contact. She suffered no ill effects including irritation from the stings. Soon to be discovered she was a metahuman. Due to her powers defense (the gathering and processing of ingested compounds, isolation of anything that would harm her, and expulsion when capacity was reached via natural processes, breath, sweat, urine, spit) and her religious orders insular nature she hid this power and withdrew from people. She bullied people to keep them away due to a lack of control in the release of toxins gathered. At 18 during a takeout session with one James Dawes (18), the famous and respected running back of their high school team, she expelled chlorine gas into his lungs. Thinking she killed him, she ran away, but was identified and captured as an IA. Having spent the last 6 years in a test facility and her last location a factory farm, she now finds herself being given the shaft. Here is Bin 47 as well.(NAME: ChajesdadREAL NAME: Bin 47CODE-NAME: ???GENDER:Mileage:19HEIGHT: 5'8"WEIGHT: 115 hair:Dark Brownies: Steel greyNATIONALITY:Lab asexuality: Sex??FACE CLAIM: Colin MorganDESCRIPTION: PERSONALITY / STYLE: Locked in his projects, once he is brought out is willing to help others for any reason especially if he has not done it before, though will not put self at risk if he can see how it would risk him. KNOWN POWERS: Electrical Manifestation -- can create from his health electrical discharges on par with a taker. Electrical Resistance -- As a defense his power naturally conducts unwanted electrical discharges in a circuit above his skin, though this often looks like a collar when Arc is upon his shoulder. Electrical Boost -- Can actually boost his stamina with small doses of electricity. Though not indefinitely. Four days are his current (pun intended) max, before shorting out. Electrical Control -- can tap local electrical sources for construct creation Electrical Magnification -- can amp electrical charges though this takes considerable concentration, though surprisingly little stamina. Electrical constructs -- Can draw electricity from outside or inner sources and create intelligent constructs in up to (3 forms, squirrel, wolf, and condor sized hawk) semi-tangible, but obviously electrical shapes. Ride Constructs -- Under a trace-like state he can ride the senses of his electrical constructs as they traverse the electrical systems or move through free-form air.(Eventually I see him having electrical birds and golems, and being able to read memories, by activating and reading the impulses within the brain.) TALENTS:Skilled with machinery Grew up in the system, three other facilities under his belt. Skilled with electronics, with the aid of Spark, can actually program simple to moderate systems.WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT:Huh?OTHER INFO/CONNECTIONS/ETC.:HISTORY:Bin was raised from a bubble, until his powers manifest later. As his power began to grow, they chose to move him to the breeder colony. An understanding of circuitry, his ability to observe from the electricals, his ability to manipulate programs from the inside, and his electric wolf and hawk, round out the power sets. Though as a man, he was only able to bench press the bar, and he could barely pace out the interior of the yard at a jog before becoming winded. So I might be a bit slow to respond for a bit, sorry. Unfortunately ran in to new health problems. Hopefully I won’t have to have surgery to fix this one she said hopefully. I’ll do my best to keep you posted. Thanks for the heads-up. Do wish you the best!! Sorry to hear that life is a bit rough. Please know that we are praying for you, also hope things get better for you soon. Alright my peeps! Give me some feedback on the characters. PM out in the open I am not worried. Should I clarify anything for anyone here? I have been trying to offer feedback and suggestions with the characters I have seen. Most have accepted the thoughts and a few have argued for their conditions. I welcome challenges to my guys as well. Becca:You don’t think she is old for this group? Medical Doctor – General – 26-28 y/o Being a surgeon, master in Bio-Mechanics too? Only thing I would suggestion was to give her hyper-intelligence / Enhanced Memory to justify the extra skill to ignore the time issue so she wouldn’t have to be as old. BinI like he overlaps a bit with Martin, but that is fine, different aspects they might be able to teach or learn from one another??? Might make them good friends to have that in common. Beautiful, ok, as far as Becca's education: Becca was raised on a fishing vessel, and the granddaughter of Mennonites. A strong belief in education their high school education only carries through their Sophomore year or 10th grade, though their education level is equivalent to many freshmen college level classes. Having been raised on the ship, there was little opportunity for her to play, as such much of her joy came from exploration of her power since she was eight. Biomechanics, is something to show a focus on organ structures that she has been researching since she discovered her ability to alter her form. And her surgeon status a necessity to return her body to the correct structures. She is 24 showing an early enrollment with plenty of prior research and understanding coming into the programs, though only shaving 2–6 years off the normal time frame for the average student. I don't want to provide her enhanced memory or mega-Int, as she is not that intelligent, just tenacious. Though her human mimicry ability is underdeveloped as she has focused on animal modification of her base form. Bin does have a few overlaps, primarily sensing, though he is nowhere near the power control of Martin for discharge. He is more likely to manifest a taker discharge, contain it, amp it and manifest a construct out of it, than try to attack someone with his personal electrical displays. Especially as he suffers when he manifests his personal electricity. He can only contain, amp and manifest constructs out of external electrical sources. He cannot work it into a lightning bolt or even taker. And truly his only enhancement from electricity is stamina for long nights of research or projects. Their projected paths are dramatically different as well. Now if we can see these as appropriate, we can set these concerns aside, or I can modify. I just want you to see that there was a thought process here to justify the statements. If there are still issues, I can bump her age a trifle, or cause her mastery of self to add Id etic memory, though I feel that diminishes the accomplishment I envisioned with her. Part of her self-confidence outer shell is knowing that she has done so much in a shorter time. Ok then I would leave it for her. I still think Bin being an electrical brother would be pretty cool, but I see the difference. I am good. Eager to play. I believe that all chars have been submitted, and reviewed, I open the thread with a bit of description from the descending elevator. Huzzah! Bumping a bit here, since still awaiting entries from Bin, Martin, Samuel/Samantha, and Marisol. Just bumping for politeness’s sake. I know, Bin is mine, and I was hoping to awaken him as one of the last since he probably has the weakest constitution of everyone here, just by their all being much more athletic than he. Apologies for the long delay. I'll try to get in soon. By believe one of the gals wanted us to send her a PM when we started? I have, and she has posted her entry, but thank you for the reminder. NP I will wake Martin up too then. Hey you all how's it going? Pushing a bit for activity. Wanting to make it into the scene soon. Am I waking Martin ASAP!! Hi, hi! Sorry for the slow start. It's been a stressful week+! No worries I l know the feels I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas and happy holidays Merry Christmas you all A merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Merry Christmas and God Bless us, Everyone!! Ok, curtain call everyone. Hip hurrah! And tag, who's next? Someone who is not chocolate is up next. O8) huh? I meant Someone who is not a chocolate hero is up next. O8) Hay guys sorry I haven’t been around in a while. Been going through a lot I’m hoping thing will be settling down soon, but I fear they my not. One little one just turned 2 and the other at 5 months and teething. I’m working full-time and moving and am now having serious thyroid problems. Unfortunately I have really had any really free time and tho I would love to write with you all it seems I would not have an efficient amount of time to write with all of you. Maybe at a later date I’ll be able to join or work something out at a later date. I am truly sorry to hear that you will be missed and welcomed back as soon as you are able.*hugs* Hurry back to us and know that you will be missed. I understand how little ones take the necessary time to help them and a full-time job as well as other responsibilities can kill a schedule. Please take care of yourself and your family, Kitty. We'll be here when things calm down a little. :) Ok, guys, I can see when something just doesn't have the supporting interest. I will seek another opportunity for some superhero stuff and perhaps do a system game with that idea. Free-form has not had a lot of success with me, though I would probably use the Hero or Marvel system when I build again. Have fun. No hard feelings. Just closing this game. NP. I love the Marvel system so if you get something off the ground let me know. ^_^;; I can show you several. Marvel I don't know the fine details on, but I've played a little with. I love Mutants and Masterminds and Hero. Aberrant from white wolf has some appeal too. Sorry for my contribution to the petering out. See you in coming times. No worries. I haven't really been feeling the RP scene lately, so I wasn't likely to make any great contribution to it in the long run anyway. *hugs* Sorry to hear that. I hope your muse finds you soon.

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The Beginning_ The First Last Age (IC)

The Join the beginning there were words, and then there languages, and there were stories, and then there was the civilization who would bring these stories into reality. An entire world of immortals, a race composed of gods came from nothing into the world. They built great works, and tore them down as well, with no thought. This continued for years, their creations becoming more refined and subtle until they were not only ultimate in power but in knowledge as well. It was an island utopia in a sea of absolute nothingness. But while the darkness outside the god's creation seemed endless, there were other things beyond it. The First Age of the gods lasted for thousands of years, but it was brought to an end with the arrival of something even older. A massive living planet, a god among gods, came out of the void. The creature called itself Pervades, and said it was the creator of the gods. It brought with it a box, containing knowledge of the god's future, as evidence of its claims. While the first two ages of the gods were mostly uneventful, it was proven accurate time and time again. Pervades became both the god's citadel and their king, and lead them into the Second Age. The details are foggy and not even the most powerful of the gods can form a complete narrative, but it is known that the Second Age ended in violence and death. Someone or something gained the ability to kill gods, and launched a massive war on them. The gods lost, driven from their creations on to the safety of Pervades. Pervades helped the gods by transporting them to a new reality, where they vowed not to expand beyond Pervades. The Third Age was peaceful to start, but even a city as enormous as Mercedes could not contain the gods. Eventually disagreements started, over the matter of creation and many other things. Civil war broke out, and yet again the power to kill gods was somehow granted to those who lead the warring factions. The intelligence and power of the gods were turned to killing each other, and the destruction was terrible. The Gods used doomsday weapons that prevented their victims from creating new gods, and the population slowly became sterile even as they were reduced to nightmarish tiny amounts. Fourteen gods were left, all infants, with no way to repopulate. Pervades knew that something would be needed to save the gods, and while the godly civil war was regarded as the end of the Third Age, Pervades' decision was considered the beginning of the Fourth. Perpadeus created another god, to keep the gods from warring and act as a messenger to it. It named this god of its own creation Pandas, and made him its servant in the cities on its surface. The Fourth Age is when we begin our story, but it is not where we will end it. The fourteen other gods, most too young to remember the end of the Third Age, are debating whether to create a world beyond Pervades, and Pandas is considering the idea. As well, the box of Pervades predicts four more ages, with the eighth being the beginning of something beyond the box's sight. The first four ages were the ages of the gods, but the last four belong to their creations. The First Last AgePandeimos was bored, to put it simply. While he was a king among kings, Pervades had slowly started to restrict the things he was allowed to do. He was like an overprotective father, scared that history would repeat itself for a third time and the gods would finally end. Of course, the prophecy box predicted a much longer future for the gods, but not even omnipotent beings like Pervades could be rational all the time. Pandas wallowed in his boredom on a giant throne of gold and ruby. The throne was more of a ceremonial thing than an actual gift, as most of the gods could summon similar chairs without any kind of effort. Pandas felt something, like a headache but more subtle and purposeful. Pervades was summoning him to talk in person, a rare occurrence even for the god-planet's official messenger. Pandas felt himself exit his body, flying far out from the corporeal manifestation of Pervades and staring at the surface of the world. The planet was decorated with enormous carvings of bearded faces, which in turn were adorned with tall crowns of strange metals. Each head was larger than a continent, and was visible from space. Pervades began to speak, as each head slowly turned on invisible tracks of magic towards Pandas they became animated, moving in unison to relay Pervades' messages. "Hello, my child." Pervades spoke like an actor who was struggling to find his character, awkward and emotionless. "I do not usually delve into the matters of mere gods, but as there are only a scarce few left, I learn of more complex matters. I understand that you do not feel mentally stimulated, that you want to do more with your time on this plain of reality." Pandas felt a searing pain enter his mind, like the psychic message to meet with Pervades only a thousand times more painful. Pandas let out a cry, managing to speak after a few seconds of pain. "What... what was that? Was that you?" Pervades chuckled slightly, a subtle movement that only a god could register. He spoke again. "My apologies, I sometimes do not know my own strength." Pandas found that odd, as Pervades always knew exactly what he was doing. "I have implanted an idea inside your mind, a plan for a world of the god's creations. You and the other gods will shape it, bend it to your will. It will serve to alleviate the boredom you feel, and fulfill the predictions made by my box. However, always remember that I was the one who created the plans for the world, and all of your efforts to shape the world in your own image will simply create the things I have divined. Go now, gather the other gods and tell them of my will." Pandeimos shuddered and awoke on his throne. He had found Pervades a little strange, he was always odd but during the meeting he had seemed odd in a slightly different way. However, Pandas was in a good mood for some reason, and despite his worry over Pervades he had an enormous smile plastered on his face. He would call a council, and they would debate Pervades's plan. He sent out a psychic signal, which travelled along webs of magic and wires, through every form of communication that each god preferred, across the surface of the citadel. Pandas raised his hand and willed his throne from the small secluded room through the metal halls of Pervades to a great golden circular room. This room had been created by Pervades after the godly civil war to comfort the fourteen left. There were fourteen other thrones in the room, each different from the last, suiting each god's tastes and needs. In the center of the room was a strange piece of golden machinery, resembling a flower that had bloomed but much more angular and covered in glowing runes. This had been where Pervades had created Pandas to guide the other fourteen, and it had not been touched since. Pandas flicked his wrist, and the throne fell to the ground, attaching itself to a small stump of gold and completing the circle. Pandas reclined on the throne, massive smile still beaming, and waited for the other gods to arrive. Lutheleth stood tall in his greatest hall, and favorite place of recreation, a place he called 'Vote LI GE'--Place of War. However, without any truly sentient occupants, the battles grew less heated. The flow of precious blood eventually slowed as he waded through it, as his enemies challenged him less and less as he got used to their tactics. They were only mindless animals, and to add to that, temporary, he could only conjure up these opponents for a short time before their time on the plane was finished, and they vanished, this was why he could not spend the time to perfect his creations. It was for a reason he did not necessarily agree with, the other gods feared some kind of war or other conflict--but to him, it seemed the only way. Removing his bone helm, he dropped it to the floor and brought up his great halberd in a mighty overhand swing, slicing from a nearby fierce-clawed beast his head, before he let the large weapon's momentum carry it upwards again and then let it fall once more, striking down another of the beasts. After this, he stopped, feeling a poke at his mind. Not long after, a messenger, clad in the same armor crafted of bone--but far less finely honed--as his, kneeling him." My great lord and commander Lutheleth, Pandas summons the gods to council. It seems important, my lord." the messenger said, before dissolving to nothing just as the rest of Lutheleth's creations. "So, Pandas summons me from my great battles. It had very well be important." he muttered to himself, before slamming the end of his halberd onto the hard floor of his hall, the loud echo resounding across the room. One of the far walls opened, and he made his way out of his little 'paradise' and to Pandas, still carrying his massive weapon, though he did not return his helm to his brow." I am here as you have requested, Pandas." he announced, before striding to his throne--which, depicted in carving, showed great battles and rivers of blood, all flowing to a cup, which a depiction of himself drank from. Grater was tinkering as usual. Before long steam and sparks came all around the walls stopping at a small window-like machine in the corner that flashed to life bearing the words in light script, "Meeting in Progress". Grater jumped up quickly and ran to the meeting hall. He quickly straightened his tall hat, and halfway there he realized he left his staff. He then turned his hand with a snap and the 'wooden' staff shot into his hand with sparks still coming from the bottom. Grater stamped it out on the ground and charged ahead again. He slowed down and started combing his bear thoughtfully just before entering the room." Greetings friends. May there not be a danger to the peace." He said sitting in his chair which reclined and held different metal pieces that Grater picked up and tinkered with." So what is the reason we are here, if I may ask?" A humble monastery that rested at the top of a mountain was the home of Quin. It was a very mortal dwelling for such an immortal being. It lay crookedly without the splendor, magnificence, or wonder that were familiar qualities to other Gods's demesne, the old wood and peeling paint of the little temple-upon-the-mountain looked even less impressive, and even more dearth of godly absolution. Quin upon the humble monastery upon the mountain, sat crossed legged contemplating. He felt an unnatural tenseness grabbing the very fabric of existence, a creeping omen of things to come. As for what those things may be? That was the strangest thing as well, his vision was foggy, to peer into the future was no easier for him than to gaze at the sun through the clouds. Formless, meaningless, yet he knew something was still there, plainly so. His musings were interrupted as Pandas's summoning made itself known. His mountain trembled as the air grew thick and black, rain and thunder pounded the walls of his home, threatening to give way in the onslaught of the elements. He nodded, and picked himself off the ground. Opening the wide doors to the main entrance he appeared, not on the mountain, but in the council room. He smiled in a daze at his fellow gods, and took a seat on an unassuming stone tablet, smooth and bare of all marking. He waited for the council to begin, mindful of his uneasy prediction. Thomsen was inside one of his new creations, that doesn't give you any information though... an imbecile could have guessed that. It is Thomsen we are talking about, he creates areas, timeline, people, devils angles and occasionally gods for fun; well creates is a bit of strong word for it, messes with sounds more accurate although wrecks havoc will be equally suitable. Rumors hunts the land that he creates imitations of his enemies, traps their life in it and torture them till they die... then heal them to begin the whole process. I am not saying anything. He was in a place, unknown where perhaps in one of alternate realities as he walked around the blood filled the floor and screams filled the air. Oh, it was creation 77 6F 72 73 74 20 74 68 61 6E 20 68 65 6C; his newest creation. He had to number his creations to even keep track of it: and even then it was a hard job. He didn't really know the reason why he created this place, he may have had too much to drink last night before creating this place, but it did seem fun. As he walked into a cell, he looked at a hung man dripping with blood with its gut open and intestines in open display. There was no sign of stomach though, wonder where that went... either that or Thomsen was getting a bit too busy last night. The man had no skin, and internal organs were in full view however there seemed to be quite a large cut in his left lung, just below heart: or was that a hole? Thomsen, curious as ever moved forward and raised his hands to push it: it didn't move. Perhaps it was a scar. He, then took out a knife and cut it to form a hole: now it was a giant hole in lungs of a living man. Oh, didn't I mention it? This is a real man, and he is living. Well, he is re-living anyway: he kinda died when his kidneys were pulled up and stitched with liver; then Thomsen brought him to life by partially healing him. As Thomsen was about to do something else, a man entered the room: it was Thomsen's right hand in matters of both personal and business. Thomsen spoke,"Protein, what is the matter?". He replied,"Great Lord, Pandas has issued call to all gods summoning them to the council"Thomsen was surprised to say the least,"do you know what this is about", as he walked out of the cell together with Protein who replied,"no, the messenger told me that he didn't ask, although it apparently seemed important." Bhimsen sighed as he said,"well, Pandas doesn't summon everyone that much: guess it is something important. I better go, everything here is fine. If you are managing the creations, keep this guy safe; I am running tests on him. Feel free to try if you want and tell Aka to feel free to try it if she wants. Don't reveal it to others though, it could cause scandal." Pratap, nodded in acknowledgement as Thomsen vanished. After two minutes or so, he reappeared inside gates of the council, and he looked at Pandas and announced,"Arriving in council as you requested, Pandas"as he marched through the council to the throne shown above, as he sat on his throne over the skeleton and with his left hand grasped a skull on the throne. Fire erupted, engulfing the entire throne however within matter of moments: the fire was gone and sulks began to regenerate on outside... slowly, and creeping the eyeballs formed, teeth began to slowly grow and finally skin crept op from the chin to cover the face: although it was still not what you would call firm. It was rather elastic. "It took you long enough to get here, my friend." Lutheleth muttered to Thomsen, not looking up from the task that currently occupied him, polishing and cleaning TGE halberd that he held across his lap like one would a newborn babe. He glanced up, speaking through his beard a bit more clearly this time. "Not to become impatient, but would you care to tell us what is so important it interrupted my battles, Pandas? Not to infer I don't believe that whatever this meeting is about is important..." Lutheleth said, blinking slowly. Animal sat on his throne in the underworld sorting out a few more souls. The brave, the valiant ones were given a chance to serve him as his soldiers, while others were banished to the eternal darkness of the underworld. The rune like markings on his body radiated a fiery glow and a black ghostly aura emerged from his body. The seemingly unending cavern was full of cries and shrieks, and Animal was the only source of light there, although dim. A messenger, an orc dressed in an armor, approached him, bowing low, "My Lord, the Great Invoked, may your name reign always. Pandas wishes for your presence in a meet". Animal stood up at once and the underworld blazed up with a fiery glow, and at the same time, fell totally silent. "I hope he has some purpose to call me in the time I am raising my army," Animal whispered. His eyes gave a black glow and a black flame engulfed him. Before he himself knew, he had emerged in the divine hall. He took a seat in the mid of Luetheleth and Thomsen, the gods he liked the most. His seat was of black marble and had the same rune as markings that covered his body. Nova was sailing along in his ship, when a voice whispered in his ear. It told him of a meeting in the great halls. Smiling, well mentally as he didn't have a face, Nova adjusted the course of his great ship, The Hydra, and began sailing towards land. As he docked, the Great Captain walked, longboat billowing behind him in the sea breeze, along the docks until he reached the area of the meeting. Dovah tipped his hat to the servants that met him at the door, the re-adorned his head with the hat. The God of Water walked onward until he made it to the meeting hall. He nodded his acknowledgements, the sat down in what appeared to be emptiness. As he sat, however, water seeped up through the ground, out the walls, etc. and turned into a throne, becoming solid just as his buttocks reached it." Greetings, friends. And with some of you, I of course use the word lightly." he said, which was more of a whispered thought, with a defined voice, which oozed with authority. "My friends, and unlike Nova I am sincere when I say that, you know I would not summon you here unless I had something important to say." Every part of Pandas's body, excluding his teeth and eyes, glowed a warm reddish gold as he spoke. "I have got an idea, or more accurately, Pervades has given me one. We will create a great new world for our creations to live in, no longer confined to the halls of our king. Even now Pervades and I use our powers to set in place the basic laws and sciences that will govern the world. I only wish to know what your opinion is on the matter of creating a new reality. However, before you make a decision, view through my eyes the wondrous realm your creations will reside within. Now, let's have some fun! We can't be too serious, can we?" Pandas grew even brighter until the entire room was a blank white, not even the other gods could see through the energy radiating from Pandas. The entire room became a blank white expanse of nothingness, the only thing the gods could see were themselves, and the grinning mouth of Pandas. The light faded into an equally infinite darkness, though the gods could see again. A massive glowing form came into view far away, and as it passed by Pandas could sense the fundamentally chaotic realm the gods had been transported to becoming more structured and orderly. Pervades was hard at work, using an avatar to change raw magical energy into more mundane forces, spinning out energy and simple atoms like a spider making its web. While the world was still not made, the laws of science and magic, and the raw material of the universe, was now in place. As Pervades formed his creations, Pandas noticed odd things fading in from the darkness. They were similar, yet different, than the technology on Pervades, but it was clear that they were lifeless, unlike the god-planet. Broken statues, massive pieces of technology, they exuded an air of sadness and ruin. They seemed to be coated in some kind of runic language, but no god could decipher them. Pandas, being a god, was rarely surprised, but this was one of those rare occasions. "Pervades" he said, his confusion sharply contrasting his usual charismatic and authoritative tone. "What are those ruined things? For once in my life I have no theories, no clues to base anything on about them." While Pervades's physical body was still in the realm above the one the gods were viewing, and only appeared as a bright light, Pandas could tell his attention had turned to him. "They are relics of the Titan race, older than the gods." Pervades seemed stern yet sad, like a parent disappointed with his child. "They were once like you, but they fell to ruin and chaos, and now this is all that is left of them. The Titan relics that I bring into this world are beautiful, deadly, thought-provoking and even sometimes entertaining, but their most notable trait is that they cannot be touched or manipulated by the gods. However, theirpurposeis to show you what could happen if the gods fall from grace. They will be buried at the center of the world, and will form the foundation for the world you create. Treat them with caution and reverence." Pervades, his work done, snuffed out his form in the created world, returning to the realm of the gods. Pandas glowed brightly once again, and the gods found themselves back on their thrones." Sorry about that sudden road trip, technically we never left, but I have to assume at least one of was a little bit shocked." Pandas said. He sent a short mental message to Nova." Probably Lutheleth. His temper is even shorter than his mind is small." He clasped his hands and leaned backwards. "So, anyway, me and Pervades have decided to start the creation of a new world, a created world. What are your thoughts on this matter?" "Well obviously we have no say in the matter other than what is put on this world. This is a sand-box. All we need is imagination, and our creations will come forth from the darkness. I say this is a splendid idea, but I request an area where my creations can live without worry of damage, or war." Gratlevor said looking at the other gods, then back at Pandas." May I also be able to live on the world, in a secluded area where I may watch my creations." He said with a smile. "This is, indeed, a very good idea. This great city was bound only to contain us for so long, I felt before. I agree wholly to the idea. And Grater, for your sake I hope that wasn't a poke towards me. On this world, I too would request a place where my creations may prosper, and do battle when they so choose. I imagine honor in battle means a great deal to sons to the god of war." Lutheleth said, sitting up a bit now. The idea was definitely a good one, and he genuinely wanted to see it carried out. "No Lutheleth, I understand how you would sport battle. If you would like I could even create training golems for your people. I was simply wanting a place where they could be peaceful, without the idiotic wars that some creations would have over expansion. Yes if my creations wished to defend an ally, then they would go to war, but I am just thinking of the overall peace." Gratlevor said with a smile. Thomsen looked towards Lutheleth, as he said with a sigh,"yes, I was taking a nap. When did you get here?"however before Lutheleth could answer, white covered the room, and they were on the road trip. Back, Pervades revealed his plan was quite an intriguing one, to say the least and if properly implemented: it would be quite exciting. Shiva stroked one of the skulls with left hand as he spoke, that, is certainly a... intriguing idea and a bold move to create new world. Since it sounds quite dangerous, I am fully behind it however, we should grant each god here a section of the world that they may choose. They are free to rein as they see fit in that territory and create any creations they wish so as long as it is within their sector however, as basic rule: I would like to purpose that every creation must be mortal and as god of death, I control their deaths. Great Nepal wrote:Thomsen looked towards Lutheleth, as he said with a sigh, "yes, I was taking a nap. When did you get here?" however before Lutheleth could answer, white covered the room, and they were on the road trip. Back, Pervades revealed his plan was quite an intriguing one, to say the least and if properly implemented: it would be quite exciting. Shiva stroked one of the skulls with left hand as he spoke, that, is certainly a... intriguing idea and a bold move to create new world. Since it sounds quite dangerous, I am fully behind it however, we should grant each god here a section of the world that they may choose. They are free to rein as they see fit in that territory and create any creations they wish so as long as it is within their sector however, as basic rule: I would like to purpose that every creation must be mortal and as god of death, I control their deaths." I would request that not to be the case. I say that death should be natural, not controlled by you. If you throw a tantrum we will have a genocide. I say that your powers in this case should be checked. If there are circumstances such as severe injury, illness, or old age then yes that will work. I just do not trust your methods as well as I would if a committee were in charge of these beings' lives and deaths." Gratlevor said with a solid face and firm tone. Nova's mind quickly raced to the many different areas of this new world there was to create. The ice caps, the oceans, the rivers, the lakes, even the rain and snow! Water encompassed so many things, and Nova knew that with a little bit of rum or blood, he could create amazing aquatic creatures and stunning aquatic cities simply for adventure. He already had one idea in mind, a sort of pet for himself, also a servant." The lives and deaths of these creatures is a sensitive matter." Nova whispered, his whispered, telepathic voice commanding respect, "I would like to ask to provide a refuge for those who die at sea, and permission to punish those who disrespect the oceans. I have an idea for a nasty little creature that would make heroes should they survive." "Thank you for vote of confidence", said Thomsen sarcastically before continuing,"certainly not. At least not unless, we were establishing committee to oversee every other power, including creation and destruction"he said narrowing his eyes at Grater." Every god must keep total control over their domain in the new world; it is fast, easy and logical", with a firm tone. "Any creations who die honorably in battle, I shall have a great afterlife of victorious celebration for. It would only be fitting for such things that they bask in the glory of their accomplishments, even in death." Lutheleth said, stroking his beard. "As for the creations' deaths, I will have to agree with Grater, the alternative would just be too dependent on our underworldly friend, he could send them all to their graves. It should be natural. Now as for the division of such a world..." Lutheleth finished, glancing towards Pandas." Settled when we create it or settled now?" Lance arc wrote:"Any creations who die honorably in battle, I shall have a great afterlife of victorious celebration for. It would only be fitting for such things that they bask in the glory of their accomplishments, even in death." Lutheleth said, stroking his beard. "As for the creations' deaths, I will have to agree with Grater, the alternative would just be too dependent on our underworldly friend, he could send them all to their graves. It should be natural. Now as for the division of such a world..." Lutheleth finished, glancing towards Pandas." Settled when we create it or settled now?"" Ah, if we are speaking of afterlives, how would pirates go." Nova asked, "While they died in battle, most would die at sea. I would gladly give them refuge and travel to a pirate's paradise." Dovah thought on of the wondrous adventures he would have in his world, but soon turned his attention to the creation of his most devout followers. What would they look like? Where would they live? Then he had it, they would live all over the globe in the oceans. Quin smiled in a dreamy way. If the proclamation had affected him in any way, he certainly did not find it necessary to show it. "Alas poo fellows, there is very little among the affairs of god's which are ever so simple or as complicated as we'd like. As for my own view? We should tread carefully, be mindful that though this brings with it the chance for new, unprecedented growth, entertainments some of my brothers have so aptly deemed it, it also brings with it the chance for yet unknowable consequences. Menaces and maledictions against mortal and God alike." He shrugged. "Of course, despite my objections, I must say that the proposition is quite intriguing. If we wish to pursue full force? Let us, and let the volley of arrows falls upon us soon after, cast by our hubris, and rightly so." "And if I may, I could take the great scholars, and put their memories and knowledge into golems after their deaths. That way their information doesn't die away, and they get somewhat enhanced abilities after death." Gratlevor said with a smile. "I have an idea that I think you will all be happy with." Pandas interjected. "I have in my mind the ideas for the beginning of two races, TheAnguisand the Humans. To satisfy Thomsen, I will make it, so the humans are living on borrowed time, eventually they will go to his world. In return, I will give them great freedom. Until they die no god will directly interfere with their affairs." Pandas turned from Thomsen to the other gods. "The other races may be ageless like the Angus or mortal like the humans, choose as you see fit, and your creations may go to the afterlife of your choice. However, if our creations have lived a good and selfless life, they will go tot the afterlife of their choosing, not yours." "This is a good compromise. I may ask though. If there is a certain being that is not among our own races, if the being dies, would we be able to ask the creator of said race if we may bring them to our afterlife, and/or place their soul and mind into our own creations?" Gratlevor said stroking his beard. Nicéphore wrote:"I have an idea that I think you will all be happy with." Pandas interjected. "I have in my mind the ideas for the beginning of two races, The Angus and the Humans. To satisfy Thomsen, I will make it, so the humans are living on borrowed time, eventually they will go to his world. In return, I will give them great freedom. Until they die no god will directly interfere with their affairs." Pandas turned from Thomsen to the other gods. "The other races may be ageless like the Angus or mortal like the humans, choose as you see fit, and your creations may go to the afterlife of your choice. However, if our creations have lived a good and selfless life, they will go tot the afterlife of their choosing, not yours."" I still request the refuge of other races at sea." Nova said, "Pirates are bound to pop up, and I would like to give them some type of aquatic afterlife to strive for. Otherwise, what hope to they have? As for my nasty beast, perhaps I could counsel with Thomsen, Pandas and a few others as to when it is allowed to attack?" -removed- "Perhaps... we each create a sort of moral guideline for our chosen creations, keeping that they are mortal of course. We will give them our teachings, instructing them on how to act, what to think, such like that. For the precious few that heed our words? We shall lead them into our own domain, a right place for such loyal mortals. For all others, well, give them to Thomsen, I'murmur brother will treat these wayward souls justly." Amsterdam wrote:"I still request the refuge of other races at sea." Nova said, "Pirates are bound to pop up, and I would like to give them some type of aquatic afterlife to strive for. Otherwise, what hope to they have? As for my nasty beast, perhaps I could counsel with Thomsen, Pandas and a few others as to when it is allowed to attack?"" Would you like a Mechanical beast? I could probably whip something up that could do some aquatic damage." Gratlevor said with an evil grin." You would have complete control of it. I just want to see what I could do with Aquatic Machinery." Gratlevor then turned to Quin." Yes. Perhaps we each could have a set of guidelines that, if followed as close as possible, will lead not only our own creatures, but any creature that decides to follow it, soul to the corresponding afterlife." Cowlick wrote:Amsterdam wrote:"I still request the refuge of other races at sea." Nova said, "Pirates are bound to pop up, and I would like to give them some type of aquatic afterlife to strive for. Otherwise, what hope to they have? As for my nasty beast, perhaps I could counsel with Thomsen, Pandas and a few others as to when it is allowed to attack?"" Would you like a Mechanical beast? I could probably whip something up that could do some aquatic damage." Gratlevor said with an evil grin." You would have complete control of it. I just want to see what I could do with Aquatic Machinery." Gratlevor then turned to Quin." Yes. Perhaps we each could have a set of guidelines that, if followed as close as possible, will lead the creatures soul to the corresponding afterlife."" That would be interesting, however I have already mentally created my 'Guardian of the Ocean'. I'll let the races give their own name to this creature as they will. Perhaps I will just let it live on its own, attacking whenever it needs to feed." Nova said, shrugging, "That would give an even better reason for one who survives to be called a hero." Suleiman wrote:"Perhaps... we each create a sort of moral guideline for our chosen creations, keeping that they are mortal of course. We will give them our teachings, instructing them on how to act, what to think, such like that. For the precious few that heed our words? We shall lead them into our own domain, a right place for such loyal mortals. For all others, well, give them to Thomsen, I'm sure our brother will treat these wayward souls justly."" I agree with our friend's wise words. This seems a better compromise, challenge them to live according to their god and reward them for doing so. Surely enough of a reason for our mortals to heed the path to their own god's afterlife. And as he said, the ones who don't will get well acquainted with Thomsen." "I like that idea," he said looking at Quin"it shares power between all the gods, seems quite fair, and I will of course treat them justly". He smiled before looking at Nova,"I am sure I could whip up one afterlife for pirates, under my control, obviously. I will take consul for you as to who are to belong there, obviously." Great Nepal wrote:"I like that idea," he said looking at Quin "it shares power between all the gods, seems quite fair, and I will of course treat them justly". He smiled before looking at Nova, "I am sure I could whip up one afterlife for pirates, under my control, obviously. I will take consul for you as to who are to belong there, obviously."" As long as may give them passage there, you may do as you wish." Nova said, his whisper still oozing with authority, but also showing respect. He would've smiled if he had a face, thinking of this compromise. Nova decided to work on the plans for his multitude of aquatic life, so he drifted silently away into the dark recesses of his mind. "OK, Now that we have the Afterlife figured out for the most part why don't we get on the actual creating other than destroying." Gratlevor said while stroking his beard." I have an idea. We each create our domains. These areas will not be right next to each other, but they will be scattered. After the creation of our personal terrains, we will then work together to fill the void between these areas, as to make it new, yet familiar to each of our creations. After that we return to our territories and form our creatures. Eventually our creatures will wish to expand as to free up room, but due to the space between our territories this keep war at a minimum for the meantime. Eventually there will be battles over land, but they are far off." Gratlevor said nodding and smiling. "That sounds fair enough," he said as he looked at Nova; he would still control their destiny and that is what he was concerned about. After listening to Grater in matter of creation, Thomsen was not convinced... it sounded too hippy and peaceful"alternatively, we could divide entire world into ten equal sections: one for each of us. We will be given ruler-ship over the domain to do what we wish: both in terms of terrain and creatures. This may lead to situations, where the creations are more willing to explore rather than stay behind." Pandas thought for a moment, then spoke. "I agree with Grater. We should create the most fundamental aspects of the universe, our sub-realms, and then worry about the details. I will create an object to light the planet, a sea of molten rock for the land to rest on, and a hall for the dead to be sorted and judged before being sent to Thomsen or the realm of their god. Who will create the geography of this new world?" "I could, but I am not sure if you would want that. There would be a lot of metal." Gratlevor said thoughtfully. "Actually now that I think about it, I could break down the metal into a porous mixture. And I could solidify the mix... Ok I should be able to do it." Gratlevor said with a smile. IOC: Sorry for not posting earlier-was on a trip. Vorrei had appeared previously, sneaking around in the shadows as she listened to the gods. The talk about creating a realm for them and their creations made her very anxious. Korea was so full of her hellish and demonic ideas that she could not wait to establish her world. She slipped out of stealth, and appeared before the gods. Korea stood there without motion, and continued to listen to the discussion. Nicéphore wrote:Pandas thought for a moment, then spoke. "I agree with Grater. We should create the most fundamental aspects of the universe, our sub-realms, and then worry about the details. I will create an object to light the planet, a sea of molten rock for the land to rest on, and a hall for the dead to be sorted and judged before being sent to Thomsen or the realm of their god. Who will create the geography of this new world?"" I will, as expected, fill the world with water. The rain, oceans, lakes and rivers. They will flow from my ship's reservoir." Nova said simply. He removed his hat for a moment to scratch the top of his head, then readorned his crown with the headpiece. Smirking (mentally of course), he thought once more of his great beast, his Guardian of the Ocean. Quin laughed. "And so for the metals I shall form great shields upon them, creating vast mountain ranges which shall divided up the land. From the earth I will make it rise and fall, let valley's form to guide the rivers and deltas open forth to create estuaries. Of course, my brothers will have to permit me that right. I make no claims to suzerainty over their elements, simply permission for landscaping." "Since I have no reason to worry about the full geography you may go ahead and form the surrounding lands. At least I think that you have the right to balance the land. If I may, I go and experiment in my corner of the world." Gratlevor said with a smile. He then flew off and stopped. Then a chunk the size of Australia glowed, and around it large mountains of pure steel rose. The steel then changed to stone, and the perimeter of the mountain range was sealed. On the inside smoke rose and noises of machinery rose to all ears. "Nova, if I may, but I suggest creating a location in between darkness and light. My creations will act as gatekeepers, and will remain there as long as they need to be. The Pillars of Twilight, I would like to suggest, would be a chain of dense forests, mountains, seas, lakes, rivers, ravines, valleys, and all other sorts of landscape that would prevent volatile creations from fighting their opposites to ensure the stability of the worlds," Korea suggested, giving a perplexing look as she brainstormed for the new world. Aiken wrote:"Nova, if I may, but I suggest creating a location in between darkness and light. My creations will act as gatekeepers, and will remain there as long as they need to be. The Pillars of Twilight, I would like to suggest, would be a chain of dense forests, mountains, seas, lakes, rivers, ravines, valleys, and all other sorts of landscape that would prevent volatile creations from fighting their opposites to ensure the stability of the worlds," Korea suggested, giving a perplexing look as she brainstormed for the new world. Dovah thought for a moment, then nodded, "It is only natural that the light wouldn't reach all the way to the ocean floor. If you would like to guard the area between, be my guest. Just beware my own Guardians. Unless, of course, meant this in some other sense of the word?" Dovah smirked mentally, interlocking his fingers and resting his hands on his chin. He began thinking of the immortal guardians he would make, the Eight Guardians, one Guardian for each of the Seven Major Cities of the Atlantes, his mortal creations, and the Guardian of the Ocean, his nasty beastie. "Very well. And I can assure you, I have no reason to meddle in your affairs," she assured. Korea was confident in her abilities to maintain the soon-to-be Pillars. She began mentally preparing ideas for her creations and their responsibilities. "Don't get too carried away with the water there. I'd like reserved an island on your vast oceans, a secluded and sacred place where the loyal to me, the greatest mortal warriors of all races, shall make a pilgrimage to dual with my true champions, the immortal race that I create." Lutheleth said as he ran a hand down the shaft of his halberd, apparently testing the smoothness of it and stopping if he found any kind of error in the grip. Lance arc wrote:"Don't get too carried away with the water there. I'd like reserved an island on your vast oceans, a secluded and sacred place where the loyal to me, the greatest mortal warriors of all races, shall make a pilgrimage to dual with my true champions, the immortal race that I create." Lutheleth said as he ran a hand down the shaft of his halberd, apparently testing the smoothness of it and stopping if he found any kind of error in the grip." Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Nova said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over." Amsterdam wrote:Lance arc wrote:"Don't get too carried away with the water there. I'd like reserved an island on your vast oceans, a secluded and sacred place where the loyal to me, the greatest mortal warriors of all races, shall make a pilgrimage to dual with my true champions, the immortal race that I create." Lutheleth said as he ran a hand down the shaft of his halberd, apparently testing the smoothness of it and stopping if he found any kind of error in the grip." Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Nova said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over."" Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke. Over the mountains you hear Grater's voice yell,"Yeah, and give my area a moat. I will make tunnels for rivers later." The voice echoed as a few horns resound." Silence my creatures." Is the last that is heard from Grater for the time being. Lance arc wrote:Amsterdam wrote:"Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Nova said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over."" Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke." I was assuming that this battle would take place with your people on a ship, but the Guardian CAN maneuver easily on land. Similar to a lizard in a way when he's on land." Nova said. Lance arc wrote:Amsterdam wrote:"Gladly, assuming that on the return, they fight the most powerful creature in the sea, the immortal Guardian of the Ocean!" Nova said, his whisper filled with vigor, "They can't kill him, so they just survive until he decides the battle is over."" Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke." But what about Void faring entities? How would they fare?" Korea asked, concerned with the well-being of her dark creatures. Aiken wrote:Lance arc wrote:"Fair enough, though I believe the battle should either be on land--if your guardian can move about well on solid ground--or some kind of beneath-water sanctuary to allow the land-dwelling mortal species to maneuver with ease, considering that hauling weapons and armor into water is a bit of a death sentence." he said, nodding slightly as he spoke." But what about Void faring entities? How would they fare?" Korea asked, concerned with the well-being of her dark creatures." I imagine they would do well in water, considering that they aren't inherently physical, so I don't think that they would be slowed by water. I also don't believe they'd drown, enabling them to fight the Sea Guardian beneath the waves. You would know better than me about their properties though, so tell me, does that sound right?" "Similar, but not exact. They are composed of darkness, yes, but they are not very intangible due to their density," Korea corrected. "I wish to encroach upon Korea's domain slightly, with her permission of course. I request that you set aside a portion of your void outside the world for my use. Within the frozen emptiness I wish to build two cities. One will be built of glimmering sapphires, cut into the shape of bricks and made into great castles and grand cities. When the leaders and kings of the world die, or cross the empty sky, they will find this city as their reward for their good leadership. It will be so massive that it will be seen from the earth despite being so far away, and will be looked upon by the people of the world during the night, and it will bring them peace and serenity. I will also create a forest of trees permanently covered in red leaves, which turn and shift like living fire. The truest free spirits, and only the most creative and unburdened, will make their way here after death, unless they are bound for another realm after their demise. It will be even larger than the Blue City, and it will give life to all the plants of the world, and the light coming from it will be bright enough to cover half of the entire earth at one time, banishing night for a time and bringing hope to the world. I propose we call these two cities the Sun and the Moon." Pandas smiled again. He was loving this planning, but he longed to begin his work. He was a builder, not a thinker, and longed to escape from the meeting he had hastily called. Nova began imagining all sorts of creatures that would fill the oceans and rivers. He smiled (again, mentally of course), knowing that his gift would be important, as life needed water and the fish would provide food. He realized that he was beginning to get anxious, ready to start creating. Furthermore, he had already pictured his mortal followers, and even seven major cities for them. Of course, they would build smaller ones and towns eventually.Afterward, he pictured seven immortal guardians for the cities, bringing his Immortal creations count up to eight, if you wished to count the Guardian of the Ocean. His mind was stuck on one of exceptional beauty that he had pictured, the guardian of Atlantis, Atlanta. "I will permit it, Pandas. It will wonderfully contrast in the Void. Now, I know we all are anxious to create our new world, so I suggest we end this meeting," Korea responded, intent on ending the meeting of the gods to begin the establishment of her creatures and the areas of their domain. Aiken wrote:"I will permit it, Pandas. It will wonderfully contrast in the Void. Now, I know we all are anxious to create our new world, so I suggest we end this meeting," Korea responded, intent on ending the meeting of the gods to begin the establishment of her creatures and the areas of their domain. Dovah nodded." Seconded." he said, his whisper exuding more authority than ever before, his demeanor demanding respect. He looked around, though none could tell who or what he was looking at precisely, as he had no eyes, only skin over where his eyes would be, the same with his nose and mouth. Nova addressed Pandas directly next." Pandeimos," he said, "My ship is waiting, and unless I am mistaken, which I am rarely in these matters, the waves here are getting unusually rough and high, so I would like to get back as quickly as possible and get it to this new world." Quin nodded to the pantheon. "If I may... we have endeavored upon this course with curiosity being at the forefront of our motivations. However, mere creation doesn't satisfy mine own. Instead, it had always delighted to see what becomes of self-determination left to mortal hands, without interference good or bad. So this is what I propose, you, dear brothers and sisters, manifest your will into whatever beings you see fit. I however? I will create a people without any touch of divine spark; no wondrous powers, no godly gifts that elevate themselves above nature. Without the protection of immortals, without the protection of myself." A smile danced upon his lips. "I will give them no cause to know I watch over them. Let them mire in their despise assuming that of all the grand beings of this new world carry patron gods but them. Give them cause doubting me, curse me, hate me more than anything in the world. And yet, if these indeed godless men of god manage to triumph. To overcome their mortality and vices without any assistance from me, well, I shall deliver the one who I feel walks the closest path to mine own and elevate him to godhood, ending mine own in the process. I don't imagine them lasting very long, but still, the stakes make the proposition seem so much more enticing." Quin stood up. "Well, we all have creation to indeed to. Let us depart with hubris and pride close to our hearts, shall we not?" As the others went on with their creation, Grater had already begun. He had already created his 100,000 Golems, that would sleep till risen. He had also created a mortal race. This race was rather small. Small to fit in almost any crack, and yet intelligent. They were at home in the mountains and the mines, yet they enjoyed the open air. These were the dwarves. The first ones were in a single tribe of 100. These creatures had strength to mine, and therefore strength to live for a time. The average lifespan is expected to be 400 years, yet they are still mortal. From the center mountain, surrounded by the perimeter of the territory they came. This was their home, Rathole, House of Lords in their tongue. Here would be the start of the great dwarves civilization. After the creation of Rathole and its residence Grater swept the countryside and made it inhabitable not only by dwarves, but by any traveler that may come into the land. After the Land had been carved with riverbeds and lakes with small islands Grater called upon Nova." Hello friend." Gratlevor's voice came through machine that sounded of thunder to all others but he who was spoken to." I am ready for water to fill my lands. If you wish to study my creations feel free, but be in disguise. I fear that if you are seen then you will be feared due to your appearance." Cowlick wrote:As the others went on with their creation, Grater had already begun. He had already created his 100,000 Golems, that would sleep till risen. He had also created a mortal race. This race was rather small. Small to fit in almost any crack, and yet intelligent. They were at home in the mountains and the mines, yet they enjoyed the open air. These were the dwarves. The first ones were in a single tribe of 100. These creatures had strength to mine, and therefore strength to live for a time. The average lifespan is expected to be 400 years, yet they are still mortal. From the center mountain, surrounded by the perimeter of the territory they came. This was their home, Rathole, House of Lords in their tongue. Here would be the start of the great dwarves civilization. After the creation of Rathole and its residence Grater swept the countryside and made it inhabitable not only by dwarves, but by any traveler that may come into the land. After the Land had been carved with riverbeds and lakes with small islands Grater called upon Nova." Hello friend." Gratlevor's voice came through machine that sounded of thunder to all others but he who was spoken to." I am ready for water to fill my lands. If you wish to study my creations feel free, but be in disguise. I fear that if you are seen then you will be feared due to your appearance."" Surely a tall, faceless pirate wouldn't THAT much trouble, would it?" he said, his whisper laced with humor and only reaching the ears (or perhaps mind) of Grater, "I shall start on your lands as soon as mine are finished, Grater." With that, Nova left for his ship. Unfortunately, he had been correct about the waves. He quickly boarded the Hydra and set sail. Soon, he sailed out of the realm of the gods and onto the waterless world of the creations. He sighed as his ship landed on deep, waterless grounds. He raised his hands and soon water was pouring out of every single opening of the ship. If he had a mouth he would have smiled as the oceans filled. From the oceans, water flowed up stream and riverbeds, filling them, then collected in lakes. Dovah was pleased with his gifts so far. Now, he decided was the time to build the Immortal Guardians. His first task was to build the Guardian of the Ocean, the nasty beast he had been so pleased with. Water began to collect in a huge area, slowly condensing into a form. The creature that was created was as long about the size of a modern cruise ship, with four legs, each with a clawed and webbed foot, a long tail with a fin and two tentacles coming out of its mouth that it could use to drag things or carry them." Ah, the Guardian of the Ocean is complete. Now on to the other immortals." Nova said to himself. His first was the lovely Atlanta. He gave her the most power of water, and a commanding attitude. She lived to protect the city she would build as the capital of the Atlanta people, Atlantis. Nova was attracted to her in a strange yet undeniable way, and he accidentally, or perhaps not so accidentally, placed a reciprocal attraction in her. After the Guardian of the Ocean, she was the leader of the Guardians, and since the Guardian was rarely around, Atlanta was usually considered the leader. Next, he created the ferocious warrior Pacifica. He was golden-haired/mustached/bearded/etc. with only one real hand, the other was a hook. He was very ferocious in battle, and was placed in charge of the city he would build as the military headquarters of the Atlantes, Pacific. Furthermore, he was always ready to fight for his master, and harbored a brotherly love for Atlanta. His fourth creation was Guardian Mediterranean. He was a tall man, with a spartan-like helmet which had a green, seaweed-like substance growing out of the top. His short beard and mustache were green, along with the algae that grew on his right arm, causing it to be quite large, with webbed fingers. He had armor over his left shoulder and around his pelvis, which traveled down his right leg a way, netting connecting the two pieces. He had algae growing on his calves and around his elves, a large, three-pronged weapon always in his left hand. Furthermore, he was to guard the city he would build as the most cultured of cities, Mediterranean. The next of his creations was India's. He was a large, red being, with muscles bulging out of his entire upper body. His fingers were black clawed, and he had a mysterious aura about him. India shad a long, smokey tail in place of legs which. He had a single tuft of black hair sticking out in a sort of ponytail, and a black handlebar-goatee combo. India shad pupil-less, yellow eyes and rings in his pointed ears. India's was to be the guardian of the city he would build to be the most exotic of the Atlanta cities, India. India's always seemed to have an agenda of his own. His sixth creation was the one he took the most pleasure in creating. He was Nicholas, a fishtailed man with a strong build. He wore a crown on his hand, golden cuffs on his wrists and sported a huge white beard and mustache, along with a head full of long white hair. Nicholas was given a jolly personality and a trident that could fire beams of hard-construct light. While Nicholas was usually a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, he could be serious when he needed to be, and could easily go one-on-one with Pacifica for months on end without tiring. He was given the task of traveling the world's oceans on Atlanta to deliver gifts to good Atlanta children. Nicholas was also to be the guardian of the city he was to build in the northernmost ocean, Article. Next was Nicholas' blood brother, Antarctica. He was a tall, brutish man with a very muscular build. His head was adorned with a blue helmet which had long, yellow horns coming from the sides. Next he had a yellow chest piece, held together by a blue X, going from the front and connecting in the back. His hand was adorned in blue, scaled gloves, the feet with boots and his legs with tights of a similar make. He had a blue belt from which hung a long piece of yellow fabric and a pair of shorter, yellow tights over the blue ones. Antarctica's skin was a pale blue, and he was charged with building and guarding the southernmost city in the southernmost ocean, Antarctic. Antarctica was a man of brute strength and little words. He lived in his brothers shadow and longed to outdo him. His final immortal creation, for now anyway, was Media. She had the smallest of the major cities to guard, Red sea. Media turquoise skin and long turquoise hair. She has minimal armor on her upper-body and her lower body was a long fishtail. She carried with her at all times a spear. Furthermore, she was least outspoken, simply ready to do what she must. Dovah smiled at his immortal creations and decided to finish up Grater's rivers. Lutheleth, too, had decided not to wait for their council to be ended proper, but instead set upon what was then created of this new world with great haste. He had donned has bone helm again, and his red cape billowed behind him as he walked the barren wasteland that was the current stage of their creation. He glanced around. There was nothing yet, he would have to either mold the landscape himself or wait for it to be molded by the others. He opted for the former, it was quicker. He stopped, closing his eyes. In front of him, gracefully, yet with a sense of power and authority, rose grand city set upon a small rise in the surrounding rock, before grass and sky also grew into place. After, out of the ground, he arose an above-averagely sized man, an immortal guardian, sending unto him the finest golden armor and weapons, and the strength to carry such equipment. "You are the strongest warrior of your kind, you are Si'AHU, my guardian of Emphasis. Guard this great city with your life, for it shall soon thrive."" Yes, bound by my honor Lutheleth." He traveled quite a ways from Emphasis, before he stopped again. This time, a rotten place arose, a dead forest from which there was no escape for mortal murderers. To keep this place, he conjured a rotten, immortal man, Relvil, Keeper of the Dishonorable. He adorned this creation with tattered, yet still effective, golden armor and weapons. "You are Evil. You will ensure the imprisonment of all murderers within this horrid place, Dion. If there exists a kill without honor--a sneaky and deceitful murder--you shall bring the culprit to this place." Relvil answered in a raspy, broken voice. "Y...yes, Ruth...let." For his next creation he returned to Emphasis, walking up to the great palace in the highest point of the city. Here, he created proud immortal warrior, the epitome of honor and valor. He adorned him with strong silver armor, and a large battleaxe "You are Ranks. I have chosen you to command my soon-to-be immortal creations, the C'ALU. Leading their armies is a guarantee of much honor. Do not waste it." Raenas replied by bending to a knee. "As you command, Lutheleth." Remaining in Emphasis, he gave life to another creation. This was a slender, yet powerful woman, who sported silver armor and an ebony sword, black as night. "You are NAFTA. You smile upon female warriors, who surpass even some great men in their abilities and technique." Ranafta nodded. "Yes, Lutheleth. Lutheleth made his way away from Emphasis, before carving out a river bank in the land. He could not yet add water, that would be Nova's work. Here he gave rise to great holy city, dedicated to honorable battle--a circular arena stood at the middle--and worshiping him. To guard this city, he gives life to greatly obedient immortal follower of him, Ha'ray." You are Ha'ray, and you spread my teachings and protect this city. You curse murderers and dishonorable killers to Dion, so that Evil knows who must go." Ha'ray got to one knee and bowed his head. "Of course, my lord." Finally, Lutheleth gave rise to untouched wilderness, vast forests, mountain ranges, small deserts and swamps. Here, he aroseTuhphus, a great lion man, adorned in golden armor, a sapphire badge and a great double-bladed war axe. "You, my most natural creation, will guard the untouched battlefields of this land. After a great battle, the bodies and burned foliage of the aftermath are yours to dispose of and your task is to let nature once again grow over the area, given enough time." He nodded silently. Lutheleth returned to Emphasis, sitting in the throne at the top of the palace and nodding thoughtfully. Soon, the immortal'Åland the mortalBagattpopulated all the cities, and he allowed them into the wilderness as well. For now, most lived in the cities. It would be some time before they grew advanced in their technology and knowledge, and formed hunter-gatherer nomadic societies, or even started forming small villages and towns outside the major cities. Lutheleth admired his work in silence. A subtle change began to occur across the planet. A light slowly spread throughout the world, trickling like the rivers that Nova was creating, until the entire world was coated with light. Pandas, however, found it boring. He had always thought that things should be chaotic and strange, or at least, he thought he had always thought like that. The light became multicolored, beautiful and alien, and the first sunrise came into existence as the red forests of The Sun came into being far from the earth. Pandas looked down at the world, which Nova Lutheleth and Grater were hard at work creating, and spotted Nova spawning powerful guardians for his world. Pandas found that concept to be an interesting one, and decided he needed his own guardians. Flahusswas created first, and given the title of the Flaming Hunter. He was sent to the forests of the Sun, and was given a humble house made of permanently flaming wood in the tallest and most grand forest of the Sun, the forest of Silly. He would guide those who were sent to the Sun on how to survive in the forests, but he would not help them. Initially Pandas decided that Flatus was to be his one and only servant, but he saw that Flatus was quickly becoming lonely, despite only existing for mere minutes. So, Pandas travelled far to the other side of the world, where the grand sapphire city of the Moon stood watch against the darkness. Pandas created a second servant, Placate, Queen above Kings. She was given a grand castle in the citadel of the Moon, Casting, and was tasked with stopping the rulers who would arrive after death from bickering and creating chaos. Pandas sent the moon flying so that Flatus and Placate could meet, and the two fell in love. However, while the lord and lady of the moon and sun were looking at each other, the heat of the sun's forests began to melt the empty fortresses on the moon's surface, and the trees grew larger, like a spreading flame. The moon became lesser and in power than the sun, and Pandas immediately regretted what he had done. He made sure that the sun and the moon stayed separate, but Flatus and Placate began to devise ways to meet in secret, without the disastrous effects that their first meeting had caused. Pandeimos also created one more servant, separate from the sub-pantheon of Flatus and Placate. He started by raising great volcanoes out of the earth in the area he chose to work, as he did not want any mortals to accidentally find the results of his labor. In his ring of molten rock, Pandas dug deep into the earth, creating mazelike tunnels deep and winding, filled with magic designed to confuse and disorient those who went inside the Caves of Pandas. Far away, in the realm of the gods, Pervades watched with interest all the god's creations, but his focused on Pandas's strange tunneling. Eventually, Pandas dug past his sea of molten stone to find what he was looking for - The Ruins of the Titans. He searched until he found a powerful Titan weapon, a blue sword with a red hilt. He created the first man, an idealized version of the human race, and made him immortal in secret, free from the hands of Thomsen. Furthermore, he at first created the human as a mindless automaton, and instructed him to pick up the titan sword. Furthermore, he named the human Mild, and the sword he gave the name Ships. Pandas searched for longer, until he found a strange long box, obviously an oddly designed coffin. He instructed Mild to open the box, which seemed to cause him pain, despite his existence as a mindless drone. Pandas made Mild seal himself within the Titan coffin, and gave him free will and a soul. He placed Mild in suspended animation, as a last resort doomsday weapon if the gods were in danger. Pandeimos exited his caves, finding that he himself was confused once or twice. He soared through the air until he found Nova creating the waters of the world. He changed to his mortal form, and landed on the boat next to Nova. "Ah, this was a wondrous idea of Pervades, was it not? Look at the beauty you have wrought below our feet, and the wonder I have created above our heads." Pandas was silent for a second, and then his tone became more casual. "What do you suppose would happen if I created my immortal race of Angus in the middle of the sea, forced to swim to shore? It would be fun, and we could claim it was a test or a rite of passage or something." Korea too had followed suit with the abrupt departure from the meeting, leaving a shadow of herself to represent her as she relocated to her domain of creation. First, Korea aligned the world to the realm of the Void, where Pandas would be able to create his cities in the idle emptiness of the Void for all below to see. She had also created the Pillars of Twilight, the chain of terrain made to prevent to forces of darkness and light from reaching each other. Korea placed it in accordance with Nova's seas, and made sure that there were no flaws in the chain. Then she moved on to puttingBeilthay, her 'City of the Void', in the middle of the Pillars, where the bridge to the Void would be. Vorrei then moved on to further her plan: two immortal beings. The first, the malicious, merciless, brute, and cunningElerqeim." Elerqeim, you are my eternal subordinate, and shall be awarded the position of Viceroy for Waltham," Korea commanded sternly to the immortal being." Of course, madam. Anything to please you," the newly materialized Eternal heeded, bowing before the goddess. Vorrei simply nodded, leaving Eternal to find his way through the currently empty city. The Mother of the Void continued her process moving on to her second immortal creation:Shaman, her hysterical and sleek guardian of Waltham."This the time to protect the gates of Waltham, my warrior Shaman."" Of... course, my large. I will do... my upmost best in retaining the integrity of your pitiful city," the black being cackled before disappearing into the darkness. Lastly, Korea made teethe Korean, the guardian beasts of the Void, and there, the mortal raven creatures that were the denizens of the Pillars and Waltham. Vorrei simply wandered the world in interest, observing what other gods and goddesses had in plan for the world to come. "Thank you Nova. My creatures will use these waters wisely, and in this they will have the ability to sail if you desire. My dwarves are curious, and with that they will want to learn any craft they can. With them, I am pleased." Gratlevor used a whisper as well. He then nodded and returned to his creations. The two gifts he granted them would be Fire, and the Wheel. With this the dwarves went to work, and learned the uses for these. With the wheel they made carts to carry large loads, and the fire allowed them to refine metals to make new more powerful tools. They were miners at first, and they would never forget it. Rathole had begun to have an undergrounds city, as well as a mine. Here the dwarves would be safe in their stronghold.(use lonely mountain from the hobbit as a reference of Rathole) Nova smiled mentally, then sailed back to Atlanta. They conversed for some time about nothing in general, and then Nova got to the point. Looking at Atlantis, the city Atlanta was charged with building and guarding, Nova could not help but note its emptiness. He knew that for these cities to thrive, it was time to create the Atlantes. Dovah concentrated, his arms outstretched, as his mortal creation took shape. The basic forms were all there, but before they became living, breathing souls, Nova thought it would be interesting to give them subgroups. He decided on three main subgroups:The biggest would be the Poseidonians, which a majority of Atlantes would be. They would be completely humanoid, the biggest difference being gills to breath underwater. The Poseidonians would be further divided into other minorities, such as yellowish Poseidonians and light-skinned Poseidonians. The Poseidonians of India's would be colored a tint somewhere in between the dark and light skinned. Nova new that, in time, the Poseidonians would forget his existence, and the Guardians would simply become a myth to them. The Poseidonians would live an average life of 150 years, not truly growing old until their 130th birthday. That is when they would start to fall into old age, their hair turning gray, their senses leaving slowly. After 150, some would still likely live, but again, 150 is only the average. The next subgroup would be barely less in number than the Poseidonians. They would be the Stylists. They would look just as the Poseidonians, the only difference being their dark King (i.e. African-American Atlantes). The Stylists would be the most in tune with Nova, and they would always believe, even if they don't always follow his teachings. They would Nova's favorite mortals. The average lifespan of the Stylists would be around 250 years. When they turned 230, the only true difference would be seen in their whitening hair. Their senses would remain. The third and final subgroup would be the Tritonias. They would look just as the Poseidonians, until you got to their lower body. In place of legs, they would have the tails of fishes, which reminded Nova that he needed to create those, which would be pigmented every color from white to purple to turquoise to black. Their skin would have the same pigmentations as the Poseidonians as well. They would be the smallest subgroup, mostly taking refuge in Article and Red sea. To give them a leg up, they were given extraordinary speed and will, and an average lifespan of 300. While they lived the longest, they're starting taking a turn for the worst on their 250th birthday. Dovah smiled as his mortal creations came to life. They populated the major cities, reproduced, and eventually would go out to found other minor cities and towns. All the subgroups of the Atlantes would get along peacefully for a while. Eventually, Nova new prejudices would pop up, but he would leave that to the Guardians to deal with. After all of this was completed, he went on to make the marine life, plant and animal alike. Grater was pleased with his dwarves. They were mining away, and creating magnificent architecture. They had discovered diamond and gold, as well as iron and coal. With these discoveries they started to build grand tools and armor. Soon it is discovered that magically binding diamond with iron you get mythic. A super-metal that has great toughness, and if a pick was made it could break any material under the earth. After the use of Mythic explosive might was discovered. Sulfur and several other volatile materials were discovered, then used to further mining. Rathole, and its mines were prosperous in this time. Lutheleth stood from his throne, still gazing upon his creations. He had underestimated their advancement speed. Once could notice already a few small settlements outside the two great cities, and in these cities it could be noticed that the Basalt were busy crafting armor and weapons from a variety of materials of their own, after they were brought up from the ground. And, most beautifully to Lutheleth, he could already see duels being staged inside the grand arena in the city of Uluru. As Nova looked around at the vast oceans, he knew he would need help in order to ferry all the dead at sea to the afterlife. He realized the oceans were too large for him to maintain by himself. It was then that he made his decision; Nova would create another race of immortals, this time only four, that would be known as the Cardinals. To create them, Nova sailed to where the Prime Meridian and the equator met. There, a large tower rose out of the ocean, a storm forever surrounding the top. Dovah entered the center of the city, directly on the spot where the Prime Meridian and equator met, where five canals led into the oceans. One canal held his ship, the Hydra, and the other four would hold the ships of the Cardinals. To the north, a man with an octopus for a head, one crab-claw arm and leg, and a long tendril as the index finger of his other hand took rise. He was dressed similarly to Nova, only more tattered and barnacled. He saluted Nova as large ship, green with algae, rose in the canal behind him, the Kraken carved into the side. This man was named Daniel Jones, Cardinal North. Beside him, another man appeared, this one appeared to be part Hammerhead shark. This was Davy Fender, the second-in-command to Daniel Jones. The two would act as one, anticipating each other's thoughts. In time, Nova knew that many legends would combine the two into one being: Davy Jones. To the south, a young man slowly took shape. He had shoulder-length, dark hair and chiseled features. He, along with the next three Cardinals, appeared completely human. His eyes were piercing, but one could see genuine warmth and compassion within them. This young man was Lord Aura, Cardinal South. Behind him, a great galleon rose in the canal. This ships sails were tattered, and in a way, looked like bat-wings in flight, the Nocturnal carved in its side. It was certainly an odd sight to behold, but Nova knew that anyone who saw it would know that they were in good hands. Another young man soon arose beside Lord Aura. This was his second-in-command, Local Dark. While they did not share a brainwave, they still worked closely together, so while difficult, some legends may combine Lord Aura and Local Dark into Local Aura. He didn't see that happening anytime soon though. To the west, an older gentleman took form. He had short, white hair, his face wrinkled. He oozed with authority, much like Nova's whisper. The man stood, smiling as Golden ship rose in the canal behind him, the Fairfax carved on its side. This man was Lord Lucien, Cardinal West. He was a kind gentleman, and very relaxed. Nova did place a temper in him though, because he knew that the Western Quadrant was likely to be filled with unpleasant people, and that Lord Lucien needed to be able to keep his crew in line. Nova knew that not many would know of this one, but that Lord Lucien was still necessary. Beside him came his second-in-command, Spire Dread. Spire would be more of a blacksmith in the bowels of the ship than anything, and Nova knew he wouldn't be seen much. To the east, a regal gentleman appeared, wearing a red vest, blue trousers, coat and hat and black shoes. He carried a staff with him. This was the final Cardinal, Cardinal East, Lord Sebastian Beckett. He bowed reverently before Nova as his ship, great and regal ship, rose in the canal behind him, the Blood Bonds carved into the side. Lord Beckett's second-in-command was the ship itself, as it was a sentient, immortal being as well, that required only the surrounding water to survive. Lord Beckett was given a snobbish attitude, and would only give passage to nobility, royalty, or other 'higher-ups'. Nova knew that at least one ship had to be exclusive, and could think of no better 'party boat' that this ship. He did, however, give Beckett the decency to give anyone who was not 'good enough' to be given passage on the Blood Bond sand lifeboat to wait for Jones, Aura or Nova, and to shoot a flare that all the Cardinals and Nova would see no matter where in the world they were. Dovah looked at his latest creations, pleased." You are the four Cardinals," he said to them, his whisper ordering respect. He then said each title in turn, looking at each Cardinal in turn, "Cardinal North, Cardinal South, Cardinal East and Cardinal West. Your missions will to be patrol your designated quadrant. Jones, yours is north of the equator. Aura, yours is south of it. Lucien, west of the Prime Meridian and Beckett, east of it. Your ships are already facing their quadrants. Your only job is to ferry the those who have died at sea to the afterlife. Do you understand?"" Aye Captain!" yelled Jones." Yessir!" exclaimed Aura." As you wish, milord." commented Lucien." Understood." said Beckett." Good, now go and begin your eternal patrol. Never return here unless I have given you orders to." Nova remarked. With that, the Four Cardinals went to their respective ships and set sail out of the Tower Cardinal. Pleased, Nova boarded the Hydra and set sail himself. Pandas watched the world take shape around him as the gods hurried about, bringing about wondrous creations and loyal followers. Knowing that he himself would have to create followers too, he travelled to the moon and the sun to find inspiration. On the sun, he found Flatus hunting creatures with his mace, which had changed into a bow. Flatus was pursuing a swarm of poisonous serpents, holy creatures, but Pandas stole them. Flatus has never forgiven Pandas for this theft, although the two remained allies until the world ended. Pandeimos took the snakes and turned them into the immortal Angus by breathing sentience into them, taking a part of his soul. They gained great shapeshifting abilities, and Pandas taught them their own language, different from the divine speech the gods used. The Angschlange, meaningsnakein their own tongue, are what they named themselves, due to their origin. While they revered the sun and their culture quickly formed around it, Flatus cursed them to lose their abilities when in sunlight, temporarily turning them into SIFE until they retreated to darkness. Pandas watched the Angschlange thrive and build cities, and grimly decided that his race of mortals could not be put off forever, as much as he detested the thought of them living on time "rented" to them by Thomsen. He took the apelike creatures that roamed the lands and breathed life into them as well, forming them to match his earlier designs for Mild and the Angschlange, naming them the hominids. He, too, taught them their own language, and they named themselves "humans" in it. The Angschlange named them SIFE (meaning apes or monkeys) in the Angschlange tongue, and they are known by that name to most of the other races. They, too, built great cities and expanded, revering equally the sun and the moon. Pandeimos decided that the world needed a place for the leaders of the races to meet in peace, so that they could debate without fear of death and humiliation, at least until they left the boundary of the city. He raised great forests and mountains, even returning to Pervades to take creations from his old halls in the design. The city was made of red wood and blue jewels, and shone brightly in the middle of the main continent, but the main attraction of the city was the meeting hall, a lesser replica of the throne room on Pervades but grand nonetheless, with subtle and clever craftsmanship replicating the magic of the god's throne room. Because of this, the city was named Paris Throne, meaning Little Throne in the tongue of the Angschlange. Pandeimos knew that the mortals would inevitably begin to corrupt the city if its purity was secured in written word alone, he knew that some form of magic or power would need to be in place for the city to remain peaceful and neutral. So, Pandas created his fourth guardian, Munoden, to watch over the city. Menden would remain inactive, seemingly just one of the many beautiful buildings in Paris Throne, until someone broke the peace or defied the laws of the city. At that point, Menden would activate and swiftly kill the person responsible. If the person got out of Paris Throne, no matter if they were Angschlange, SIFE, Dwarf, Golem, Poseidon, RO, Basalt or other race, Menden would never stop chasing them. Seeing the Angschlange and the SIFE begin to populate Paris Throne and the surrounding cities made Pandas happy, and he was pleased with his creations. The joint kingdom of the Angschlange and SIFE-humans stretched across the land from east to west, long and thin. The westernmost point was the ring of volcanoes and the Caves of Pandas, where the humans and Angschlange worshiped Pandas, and in times of trouble, prayed for the rise of Mild. The land dipped down in the center to encompass ideal farmlands, and expanded east until it reached the edge of Paris Throne. Pandas, pleased with his creation so far, turned away and decided to give a visit to Lutheleth, to watch his creations. The first machine of the dwarves was created, and they were pleased. A mechanical tool to help them mine. There was first one, then ten, then fifty, for each of the male miners. Then the women got an idea, and they created a metal-weaver. A machine that would take an ingot of metal and stretch it out to form armor, which was what the dwarves wore as clothing, that was then hardened in a furnace. Armor was now made common in Rathole, but Grater didn't think it was enough. He then opened passages in the surrounding mountains to the north, south, east, and west that allowed the nonsentient creatures of other beings to enter. This was the time of the Beast Barrage. Several creatures rushed in, many summoned by Grater, to test the Dwarves might. The dwarves defended themselves with picks and axes which seemed effective at the time, but then the beasts became faster. Soon the dwarves closed the gates to Rathole, and planned. They then created weapons for themselves. The first weapon was the battleaxe, two sides that gave more possibility to hit more beasts. Then there was the Warhammer. A large block of iron that carried a swinging force of a dwarf mining diamond. The next creation was the dwarves sword. This had a shorter blade that some would think, but it was light enough that it could be moved quickly, and it was sharper than any weapon dreamed before. Finally, through the discovery of sulfur, a form of cannon was made. These were mounted on the towers of the Rathole gate, and aimed toward the beasts. This cleared the path for the warriors to charge with Hammers, Axes, and Swords. All in all carnage was inevitable, and the dwarves brought in all the carcasses, and put them in the salt to keep them ready for meals. Also by examining the bodies, and removing the hides for clothing for cold weather they found seeds for hops. They planted these with their wheat, and saw what it created. Small plants grew with a smell that was good enough to drink. They tried it out. They made a large metal containment unit for the drink and filled it with water. Furthermore, they then threw in the hops with some wheat, while holding the extra seeds in case, and waited. Furthermore, they understood flavor. Furthermore, they knew that time was needed for two flavors to mix, so time passed. Furthermore, they then opened it up and poured glasses. The first to drink was Senator, who became king of the dwarves through his masterful leadership in the Beast Barrage. He then named the drink Beer, he meant to say bear for which the hide he found the seeds on, but his speech was slurred from the drink. After the creation of beer, the population doubled every year, because of the annual Beer celebration. After the fourth set of children Rathole was getting crowded. The king then decreed this. The dwarves were to expand to the mountain regions. Paths would be made, and small villages made on the way to each area. These dwarves would go to each of the passages, and would make cities nearby. 25 families would stay in Rathole, the capital. 25 families would go to the east,25 to the west, 25 to the north, and 25 to the south. The four great miners went to lead. In the north Inventor went and founded Nestenholm, which means Home of the Fliers. In the south Motel tor went and founded Prasenholm, which means Home of the Priests. In the west Reflector went and founded Riversholm, which means Home of the Sailors. In the east Mentor went and founded Magicksholm, which means Home of the Wizards. These were the Cardinal cities of the Dwarves, and each one held a craft that could be learned. Diversity began, and peace was abundant. Ether was one of the last to rise, as even the call of Pandas is slowed by the Veil of Silence. But nevertheless, the strange sensation would envelop him just as it did to all the others before him, and he would be stirred from his eternal slumber. Ether, the Silent God, He Who Knows, the Soothsayer: the Lord of Beginnings and Ends, the Master of Secrets, the Herald of Naught. His cryptic form, shrouded in the vestiges of his nature, rose slowly from the cocoon of stagnant sound and progressed forward, stepping through both time and space as it proceeded into the great Citadel of Pandas. And he would arrive as easily as he left -- silently, secretly -- only his presence marking his arrival. The Citadel was a grand affair, much too grand for the liking of Ether, but perhaps a necessary one if it was to satisfy the combined ego of many jealous Gods and Goddesses, each seeing themselves as the height of power or the pinnacle of perfection. Moving forward to his own seat, a simple wooden chair set to the side, he nodded once to Pandas and seated himself. For a few moments he watched as the Gods progressed in a bustle of activity and display of power. He knew very well what was going on, but he felt it proper that he should hide his knowledge and instead propose a query to feign interest." Pandeimos," he said quietly yet strongly, "for what is it that you have called us here?" Sentinel XV wrote:Ether was one of the last to rise, as even the call of Pandas is slowed by the Veil of Silence. But nevertheless, the strange sensation would envelop him just as it did to all the others before him, and he would be stirred from his eternal slumber. Ether, the Silent God, He Who Knows, the Soothsayer: the Lord of Beginnings and Ends, the Master of Secrets, the Herald of Naught. His cryptic form, shrouded in the vestiges of his nature, rose slowly from the cocoon of stagnant sound and progressed forward, stepping through both time and space as it proceeded into the great Citadel of Pandas. And he would arrive as easily as he left -- silently, secretly -- only his presence marking his arrival. The Citadel was a grand affair, much too grand for the liking of Ether, but perhaps a necessary one if it was to satisfy the combined ego of many jealous Gods and Goddesses, each seeing themselves as the height of power or the pinnacle of perfection. Moving forward to his own seat, a simple wooden chair set to the side, he nodded once to Pandas and seated himself. For a few moments he watched as the Gods progressed in a bustle of activity and display of power. He knew very well what was going on, but he felt it proper that he should hide his knowledge and instead propose a query to feign interest." Pandeimos," he said quietly yet strongly, "for what is it that you have called us here?" Pandeimos watched his creations begin to flourish, building more cities. The greatest of the cities, aside from Paris Throne, was in the process of being created as he watched. Suddenly, Pandas was brought back to his throne on Pervades, where a voice was beckoning to him. "Ether my friend!" Pandas said as he noticed the god sitting away from the circle of thrones. "If humility and eavesdropping were the only skills that mattered, you would be the king of the gods, not me." Pandas chuckled and sat in his throne. "I have called you here to participate in a great undertaking. Pervades has given me a vision of a new world, created and ruled over by the fourteen, and me. Pervades has created the core of the planet with relics of an ancient race of which we know nothing, relics which the powers of the gods hold no power over. I covered the core in a sea of molten rock, Grater created the rock and soil and all the things within them, and Nova covered the soil with great expanses of water. The cities of the Moon and the forests of the Sun stand over the earth, created by me as only two of the many afterlives the mortal races can aspire to. This brings me to the mortal races, and Thomsen." Pandas had a look of excitement on his face, it was obvious that he enjoyed telling Ether about the things he created. "The first races were the dwarves and golems, created by Grater, next came the-." Pandas paused, thinking to himself. "You know what? As the god of secrets, you must like friendly surprises. I will take you there, starting in my capital city, Paris Throne, and you may experience the world for yourself." Pandas summoned a mirror out of the ground, in it was reflected Pandas in his dark blue suit. Pandas touched it, and the entire image became distorted, his arms became long and thin, his mouth stretched into a giant smile and the entire image became a bright red. It rippled like this, becoming increasingly distorted until the surface of the mirror flowed away like water, into nothingness. In place of the distorted image, the grand city of Paris Throne stood, made of blue jewels and deep red planks of wood. Pandas beckoned to Ether. "Come inside! My city may be grand, but it is a footnote compared to the grand works that the gods have made together." Angschlange and humans all stopped to look out at the two gods, and the divine throne room. Meanwhile, a lone Angschlange was watching the water of the ocean from under a rock to protect himself from the sun, and the wrath of Flatus. He noticed what looked like humans - but breathing water! Entranced by Nova's creations, the Poseidonians, for that is what the strange sight was, the Angschlange ran out from under the rock, temporarily losing his shapeshifting powers while under the sun, and ran into the water to greet the strange creatures. Soon the dwarves, after spreading to the cardinal points, began their training in each of their own crafts. At this time Grater decided to leave them be for a time. He decided to see what the others were up to. He then went to visit Nova. "Greetings friend. I trust your creations prosper in their watery cities." Cowlick wrote:Soon the dwarves, after spreading to the cardinal points, began their training in each of their own crafts. At this time Grater decided to leave them be for a time. He decided to see what the others were up to. He then went to visit Nova. "Greetings friend. I trust your creations prosper in their watery cities." Dovah had watched the Atlantes thriving in Atlantis, Pacific and the other major cities. As expected, they eventually went about to make smaller cities, the first being Pandas, which was created by a group of Tritonias led by one named Triton, who claimed to have a dream about other gods and goddesses. This was considered heresy by most of the Atlantes, so he and his followers left to build a refuge for them. The Atlantes had successfully created many weapons, including swords, tridents and knives. The Atlanta Military, based in Pacific, was among the best in the world, thanks to the guidance of Pacifica, a being designed for war. Dovah was pleased with his creations. Not only were the Atlantes doing well, but so were his Guardians. The Seven convened in a central city of their own making, called Gardens, to discuss matters of the state. They talked about how to guide their respective cities and what needed to be done. Even the Guardian of the Ocean was performing his very relaxed task well. This may, however, be in part due to the fact not many had traveled out to sea. The beings he were most proud of, save for his love, Atlanta, were the Cardinals. They continually patrolled their sectors with their temporary 'crew', waiting for any living soul that would happen to die at sea. He was marveling aboard his ship when Grater visited." Ah, hello, Grater." Nova said, his whisper soft but strong, "The Atlantes are doing quite well. Pacifica has turned their military into a force to be reckoned with. And the other Guardians are performing remarkably. But most interesting, the Cardinals are patrolling their sectors perfectly. I believe I have made the sea safe for souls that die there. The only true danger, other than the dangerous predators, would be the Guardian of the Ocean. And yours?" "My domain is great. My dwarves have become quit advanced. There are five cities. Four at the cardinal passages, and Rathole, the capital, the center. In fact the Cardinal cities have crafts for each one. There is one focused on flight, one on magic, one on my specific path of life, and one for sailors. I intend on actually expanding some rivers to the sea if you don't mind. Perhaps our creations will have trade. I will let the dwarves take their course for now. Do you know the state of the others?" Gratlevor said with a slight smile. Cowlick wrote:"My domain is great. My dwarves have become quit advanced. There are five cities. Four at the cardinal passages, and Rathole, the capital, the center. In fact the Cardinal cities have crafts for each one. There is one focused on flight, one on magic, one on my specific path of life, and one for sailors. I intend on actually expanding some rivers to the sea if you don't mind. Perhaps our creations will have trade. I will let the dwarves take their course for now. Do you know the state of the others?" Gratlevor said with a slight smile." Alas, I don't," Nova replied, "and if they wish to expand to the sea, they will be the first to meet the Guardian of the Ocean. He'll be there to test them, to see if they are worthy. Please, tell me, are your people north or south of the equator? East or west of the Prime Meridian?" Alongside the expected wars within Lutheleth's region, there was also prosperity among cities. Shops and other places of business opened, and frequented. Trading caravans with their heavily armed and armored guards strode across the landscape, through small towns and to the main cities, and it seemed as though About was empty--a great situation for the wretched area. "But give them time, and they disobey..." he muttered, shaking his head solemnly, as it was the simple truth of things. Within the great palace walls, the armies of the C'ALU drilled and consistently trained, under the command of Ranks they were surely the most powerful war machine across the new world. Bands of the ever faithful also filled what temples had been constructed by the Basalt. It was good that he needn't construct these temples himself, but they chose to worship at their own will, it proved who the truly faithful were, and guaranteed them a place among the great warriors in the afterlife, and on the island that Nova had left untouched in the middle of the vast sea. Soon, his great navies would sail these seas. He spotted Nova, in fact, conversion with Grater over their own creations, and approached them, lowering his halberd as he approached. "I can only imagine that you have left for our warriors the island, my friend?" he said, gazing towards Nova. Lance arc wrote:Alongside the expected wars within Lutheleth's region, there was also prosperity among cities. Shops and other places of business opened, and frequented. Trading caravans with their heavily armed and armored guards strode across the landscape, through small towns and to the main cities, and it seemed as though About was empty--a great situation for the wretched area. "But give them time, and they disobey..." he muttered, shaking his head solemnly, as it was the simple truth of things. Within the great palace walls, the armies of the C'ALU drilled and consistently trained, under the command of Ranks they were surely the most powerful war machine across the new world. Bands of the ever faithful also filled what temples had been constructed by the Basalt. It was good that he needn't construct these temples himself, but they chose to worship at their own will, it proved who the truly faithful were, and guaranteed them a place among the great warriors in the afterlife, and on the island that Nova had left untouched in the middle of the vast sea. Soon, his great navies would sail these seas. He spotted Nova, in fact, conversion with Grater over their own creations, and approached them, lowering his halberd as he approached. "I can only imagine that you have left for our warriors the island, my friend?" he said, gazing towards Nova." Fifty knots southwest of Tower Cardinal." Nova said, nodding at Lutheleth, "Perhaps I should go on and introduce your warriors to the Guardian of the Ocean. I am interested to see how other cultures will react to the fifth most powerful being in the ocean, after the Four Cardinals and me." Dovah was also interested to see how the Guardian of the Ocean would react to them. Amsterdam wrote:Lance arc wrote:Alongside the expected wars within Lutheleth's region, there was also prosperity among cities. Shops and other places of business opened, and frequented. Trading caravans with their heavily armed and armored guards strode across the landscape, through small towns and to the main cities, and it seemed as though About was empty--a great situation for the wretched area. "But give them time, and they disobey..." he muttered, shaking his head solemnly, as it was the simple truth of things. Within the great palace walls, the armies of the C'ALU drilled and consistently trained, under the command of Ranks they were surely the most powerful war machine across the new world. Bands of the ever faithful also filled what temples had been constructed by the Basalt. It was good that he needn't construct these temples himself, but they chose to worship at their own will, it proved who the truly faithful were, and guaranteed them a place among the great warriors in the afterlife, and on the island that Nova had left untouched in the middle of the vast sea. Soon, his great navies would sail these seas. He spotted Nova, in fact, conversion with Grater over their own creations, and approached them, lowering his halberd as he approached. "I can only imagine that you have left for our warriors the island, my friend?" he said, gazing towards Nova." Fifty knots southwest of Tower Cardinal." Nova said, nodding at Lutheleth, "Perhaps I should go on and introduce your warriors to the Guardian of the Ocean. I am interested to see how other cultures will react to the fifth most powerful being in the ocean, after the Four Cardinals and me." Dovah was also interested to see how the Guardian of the Ocean would react to them." They will always be eager to meet a new--and presumably stronger--opponent. He shall prove a worthy fight indeed for those that should be lucky enough to earn my favor and make their way to the island. Go then, and feel free to introduce them, for eventually I predict that great navies will sail the seas around this world, with warriors aboard." Lutheleth replied with a small smile beneath his beard. Lance arc wrote:Amsterdam wrote:"Fifty knots southwest of Tower Cardinal." Nova said, nodding at Lutheleth, "Perhaps I should go on and introduce your warriors to the Guardian of the Ocean. I am interested to see how other cultures will react to the fifth most powerful being in the ocean, after the Four Cardinals and me." Dovah was also interested to see how the Guardian of the Ocean would react to them." They will always be eager to meet a new--and presumably stronger--opponent. He shall prove a worthy fight indeed for those that should be lucky enough to earn my favor and make their way to the island. Go then, and feel free to introduce them, for eventually I predict that great navies will sail the seas around this world, with warriors aboard." Lutheleth replied with a small smile beneath his beard." You should grant one passage on a canoe, so he can tell the tales of the Guardian of the Ocean. I'm interested in the legends created by your people about him. If need be, a storm could simply wash him, or a village, out and a whale could bring him back to the mainland." Nova brainstormed, "Let us see what happens when a gigantic beasts attack a man, then leaves him. I wonder as to what they will call him." Amsterdam wrote:Lance arc wrote:"They will always be eager to meet a new--and presumably stronger--opponent. He shall prove a worthy fight indeed for those that should be lucky enough to earn my favor and make their way to the island. Go then, and feel free to introduce them, for eventually I predict that great navies will sail the seas around this world, with warriors aboard." Lutheleth replied with a small smile beneath his beard." You should grant one passage on a canoe, so he can tell the tales of the Guardian of the Ocean. I'm interested in the legends created by your people about him. If need be, a storm could simply wash him, or a village, out and a whale could bring him back to the mainland." Nova brainstormed, "Let us see what happens when a gigantic beasts attack a man, then leaves him. I wonder as to what they will call him."" Hmm... It shall be done, then." Lutheleth said. He returned quickly to the lands that he had created, descending into his capital of Emphasis. However, none could see him, but the one Basalt he had chosen for this task. One that would spin a good tale of this beast, and spread it through the region, and it was this Basalt alone that he spoke to. The man listened well. "I bid you, warrior poet, travel to the shores of this land. I will provide for you a means of transportation onto the waves. On those waters, you will face a great beast, a worthy opponent, but do not fight him, for the pleasure of battle with this beast will be for many others for years to come, and you, eventually. This will earn you a place at my side, when your time here is finished." The man didn't respond, but instead Lutheleth took him to the shores in a kind of teleportation, and there a canoe waited. Without question or hesitation, the man set off. Lance arc wrote:Amsterdam wrote:"You should grant one passage on a canoe, so he can tell the tales of the Guardian of the Ocean. I'm interested in the legends created by your people about him. If need be, a storm could simply wash him, or a village, out and a whale could bring him back to the mainland." Nova brainstormed, "Let us see what happens when a gigantic beasts attack a man, then leaves him. I wonder as to what they will call him."" Hmm... It shall be done, then." Lutheleth said. He returned quickly to the lands that he had created, descending into his capital of Emphasis. However, none could see him, but the one Basalt he had chosen for this task. One that would spin a good tale of this beast, and spread it through the region, and it was this Basalt alone that he spoke to. The man listened well. "I bid you, warrior poet, travel to the shores of this land. I will provide for you a means of transportation onto the waves. On those waters, you will face a great beast, a worthy opponent, but do not fight him, for the pleasure of battle with this beast will be for many others for years to come, and you, eventually. This will earn you a place at my side, when your time here is finished." The man didn't respond, but instead Lutheleth took him to the shores in a kind of teleportation, and there a canoe waited. Without question or hesitation, the man set off. The man floated towards the center of the ocean. It took years, feasting on fish, but finally, the man met the Guardian of the Ocean. First, it's two tentacles ripped the canoe apart, dropping the man into ocean. The Guardian rose out of the sea, it's forehands reaching towards the man and picking him up. It let out an unearthly roar, dropping him back to the sea, where he hit with a pencil dive, helping him cut through and survive the land. As the man went underwater, he saw the full size of the beast, the webbed, clawed feet, and the finned tail, which smacked him as he turned, sending him towards an island, THE island. A whale was waiting nearby to give the man a ride to return home. The Guardian of the Ocean rose out of the sea once more in the distance, watching the man, to two tentacles writhing, one grabbing a dolphin and inserting it in his mouth. When the man was ready, he departed for home on the back of the whale. "Well I doubt the dwarves will be ready for battle on the seas. They are peaceful unless provoked. They have gotten in their weaponry. Furthermore, they actually created a 'cannon'. I am proud of their success. Now I think that the dwarves will be the first to meet the other races. This will be interesting I think. In fact, I think one of my dwarves have created a flying machine. They are making maps of the entire world it seems." Gratlevor said as his eyes became distant, then refocused." Yeah, I have a bad feeling about this." Gratlevor said while combing his beard. Amsterdam wrote:Lance arc wrote:"Hmm... It shall be done, then." Lutheleth said. He returned quickly to the lands that he had created, descending into his capital of Emphasis. However, none could see him, but the one Basalt he had chosen for this task. One that would spin a good tale of this beast, and spread it through the region, and it was this Basalt alone that he spoke to. The man listened well. "I bid you, warrior poet, travel to the shores of this land. I will provide for you a means of transportation onto the waves. On those waters, you will face a great beast, a worthy opponent, but do not fight him, for the pleasure of battle with this beast will be for many others for years to come, and you, eventually. This will earn you a place at my side, when your time here is finished." The man didn't respond, but instead Lutheleth took him to the shores in a kind of teleportation, and there a canoe waited. Without question or hesitation, the man set off. The man floated towards the center of the ocean. It took years, feasting on fish, but finally, the man met the Guardian of the Ocean. First, it's two tentacles ripped the canoe apart, dropping the man into ocean. The Guardian rose out of the sea, it's forehands reaching towards the man and picking him up. It let out an unearthly roar, dropping him back to the sea, where he hit with a pencil dive, helping him cut through and survive the land. As the man went underwater, he saw the full size of the beast, the webbed, clawed feet, and the finned tail, which smacked him as he turned, sending him towards an island, THE island. A whale was waiting nearby to give the man a ride to return home. The Guardian of the Ocean rose out of the sea once more in the distance, watching the man, to two tentacles writhing, one grabbing a dolphin and inserting it in his mouth. When the man was ready, he departed for home on the back of the whale. As hard as it was to resist the urge to do battle with the magnificent beast of the waters, the Basalt man did not fight back, even when the ocean creature seemed to threaten his very life. It wasn't the smoothest of rides, being tossed and churned about by the giant creature, but it was something to tell about to his friends and families, and in turns their friends and their families. He hopped onto the whale that awaited him at the island he'd been tossed to, and as he rode away on the sea creature he snuck a final glimpse at the Guardian of the Sea. When he returned to the mainland--and to Siphesis--he told his story over and over, around crackling campfires on a warm night or in the town square during the daylight hours. It had become the first legend to be told in the world they'd created."... And our lord Lutheleth had come to me, and he bade me go to the edges of the world itself, in search of a beast of titanic proportions, a great fish on the endless blue plains, and told me not to fight, but that soon, the honor of fighting this creature would be shared by all of my brethren, all the faithful warriors that followed the path of the god of war, to be sent to an island to do battle with another being, an immortal, and--if victorious--would battle this creature, this bulk of a sea-faring animal with great claws upon its webbed feet, its fine, powerful tail, with strength enough to snap the largest boat like a twig and a roar to split the ears of the mightiest of gods..." Korea, contempt with the safety of the RO, departed with Shaman and Energies to Nova's city of Atlantis. The capabilities if the RO out standard Korea. Under Energies's leadership, Waltham had grown to be the central trading hub in all the barren Pillars of Twilight. The barrier had worked well with separating the forces of darkness and light, with its bands of landscape conforming to the morality of the beings created by the gods. Shaman are defending the city flawlessly, ensuring the safety of the still developing RO as the time went on. It was all looking good. Several RO were granted immortality for their deeds to the Mother of the Void. Tier, the Wise; Terms(Paris), the Warrior; and Dogma, the Vindicator was all reinstated as immortals and were the main workforce leaders that led Waltham into prosperity. However, Korea was concerned with the increasing numbers of the tribal RO, ones who decided to exile themselves from the flourishing City of the Void to live by their own principles. Eventually, the barbaric side of them took over, leading to an attempt on destroying Korea's only city on the world. Thanks to the efforts of the immortals and the Mother herself, they were severely beaten and cast out further from the RO. The balance in the Pillars was declining. The forces of darkness and evil were coming together. Korea took the siege as a warning, and prepared for the worst. Wanting to find how other cultures were developing as Waltham recovered, Korea, accompanied by her immortals and five mortal RO, departed to Atlantis to warn Nova of the Pillar's decline in its ability to prevent the moral spectrums from clashing with each other. Meyer Higher they called him, The Sea-Watcher. He was the Angschlange that had seen the Poseidonians, and had become obsessed with them. He had returned to the cities that developed around Paris Throne, and told of the creatures he saw. Furthermore, he wished to explore the oceans and abandon the Times and the kingdom they shared. While most stayed under the banner of Pandas and Paris Throne, many joined his company, and became known as the Demi ken, their name an insult by the loyal Angschlange turned into a symbol of their people. Under the leadership of Meyer Higher, the Demi ken fled from Paris Throne and the surrounding lands, desperate for a way to reach the legendary beings Meyer spoke of. The Angschlange followed them, uniting under the banner of a new kingdom, separate from the Demi ken. They named themselves the Final, the loyal, and dressed in red armor to spite the sea-loving Demi ken, who they branded traitors to Pandas. The Demi ken fled west, away from Paris Throne and towards the sea. As they travelled through the woods, taking any shape to avoid the armies of their enemies, the Demi ken eventually found the city of Riversholm, home of the dwarves. While they were confused and found the dwarves they saw from their forest hiding spot strange, they assumed it was a gift from Pandas or the sea-god, and they named the city Done Freight, meaning the gift-cityin the Angschlange tongue. They emerged from hiding, taking the form of tall glowing humans, and entered the dwarf city, asking for protection and hiding from the Final, in the Angschlange, human and divine speeches, hoping the dwarves would understand at least one. Pandeimos had not seen this latest development until too late, he did not guide the Demi ken to Riversholm. However, he did not want his creations to fight, so he called on Grater's aid to help him calm the two factions, as Pandas dreaded the dwarves would be dragged into the conflict as well. Before TimeKhasku was on Earth, or rather the Earth that was. It was a bleak world, a gray world, a world without beauty or light. Oh, the other Gods had added some things, like rivers and animals, but the world remained, for the most part, lifeless and dull. She tilted her head upwards, and beheld the dull gray and blue of the sky, punctuated by clouds and the soaring avatars of her fellow deities. Lowering her gaze back to the Earth, she felt something, some strange emotion within her. It was not a particularly happy emotion, no, but it was not anger or sorrow, or any of the multitude of emotions that crowded her mind. Whatever the new emotion was, it stirred within her, growing and overpowering her mood, filling her entirely. She felt......pity. Pity for this poor world of dull grass and browns, pity for the lackluster colors that filled it, pity for the dull and unimaginative animals that scurried and crawled everywhere. Unconsciously, she felt her hand moving, raising itself in the air, as a sudden flash of green light filled the world. As it died down, she felt a sturdy strength in her hand, as an object grew and shifted there, formed from her energy and emotions. Lowering her hand, she stared at the Staff there, marveling at the supernatural workmanship, and the inherent beauty. Her feet shuffled in the grayish brown of the newly placed soil as she walked, her staff landing with light thuds beside her, providing a counterpoint. She summoned her energy, and channeled it towards the Earth below her, focusing and directing it as she went. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, green began to appear behind her. In every footprint sprung a sapling that lifted its branches and soared towards the sky, beckoning the clouds that soared above it. As her long green robes swept behind her, flowers and bushes appeared, blossoming and sprouting to full sized in but a minute. Her power surrounded all these things, shaping and crafting each tree, flower and bush as she went. A mortal, watching from afar, would have seen a massive wave of green sweep across the world, roiling and shifting as it went, covering the soil and dirt placed there by the other gods, filling every inch with the world. And the best was yet to come. Every time her staff tapped the ground, a flash of energy would transform into animals that rushed off into the rapidly growing underbrush. The sounds of elephants trumpeting, wolves snarling, squirrels chattering and frogs croaking filled the air, the cacophony rising up to batter against the very eardrums of the gods. Nicéphore wrote:Meyer Higher they called him, The Sea-Watcher. He was the Angschlange that had seen the Poseidonians, and had become obsessed with them. He had returned to the cities that developed around Paris Throne, and told of the creatures he saw. Furthermore, he wished to explore the oceans and abandon the Times and the kingdom they shared. While most stayed under the banner of Pandas and Paris Throne, many joined his company, and became known as the Demi ken, their name an insult by the loyal Angschlange turned into a symbol of their people. Under the leadership of Meyer Higher, the Demi ken fled from Paris Throne and the surrounding lands, desperate for a way to reach the legendary beings Meyer spoke of. The Angschlange followed them, uniting under the banner of a new kingdom, separate from the Demi ken. They named themselves the Final, the loyal, and dressed in red armor to spite the sea-loving Demi ken, who they branded traitors to Pandas. The Demi ken fled west, away from Paris Throne and towards the sea. As they travelled through the woods, taking any shape to avoid the armies of their enemies, the Demi ken eventually found the city of Riversholm, home of the dwarves. While they were confused and found the dwarves they saw from their forest hiding spot strange, they assumed it was a gift from Pandas or the sea-god, and they named the city Done Freight, meaning the gift-city in the Angschlange tongue. They emerged from hiding, taking the form of tall glowing humans, and entered the dwarf city, asking for protection and hiding from the Final, in the Angschlange, human and divine speeches, hoping the dwarves would understand at least one. Pandeimos had not seen this latest development until too late, he did not guide the Demi ken to Riversholm. However, he did not want his creations to fight, so he called on Grater's aid to help him calm the two factions, as Pandas dreaded the dwarves would be dragged into the conflict as well. When Grater heard the call of Pandas he had a face of worry. "This is grim. The only resolution I can think to make is to awaken the Golems. This may be disastrous for your creations though. My dwarves will accept the Demi ken. There is no doubt of that. I will awaken the Golems as a last resort. I fear there is no avoiding this unless we interfere. If we don't, then the Final will have most of the damage, and those remaining will recede into the dark corners to repopulate and grow in strength. They will become a scourge on the land, and will not stop till their goal is reached. We must not let these events happen. The only resolve that will prevent this will be interference." Gratlevor said trying to figure out any other option. Cowlick wrote:Nicéphore wrote:Meyer Higher they called him, The Sea-Watcher. He was the Angschlange that had seen the Poseidonians, and had become obsessed with them. He had returned to the cities that developed around Paris Throne, and told of the creatures he saw. Furthermore, he wished to explore the oceans and abandon the Times and the kingdom they shared. While most stayed under the banner of Pandas and Paris Throne, many joined his company, and became known as the Demi ken, their name an insult by the loyal Angschlange turned into a symbol of their people. Under the leadership of Meyer Higher, the Demi ken fled from Paris Throne and the surrounding lands, desperate for a way to reach the legendary beings Meyer spoke of. The Angschlange followed them, uniting under the banner of a new kingdom, separate from the Demi ken. They named themselves the Final, the loyal, and dressed in red armor to spite the sea-loving Demi ken, who they branded traitors to Pandas. The Demi ken fled west, away from Paris Throne and towards the sea. As they travelled through the woods, taking any shape to avoid the armies of their enemies, the Demi ken eventually found the city of Riversholm, home of the dwarves. While they were confused and found the dwarves they saw from their forest hiding spot strange, they assumed it was a gift from Pandas or the sea-god, and they named the city Done Freight, meaning the gift-city in the Angschlange tongue. They emerged from hiding, taking the form of tall glowing humans, and entered the dwarf city, asking for protection and hiding from the Final, in the Angschlange, human and divine speeches, hoping the dwarves would understand at least one. Pandeimos had not seen this latest development until too late, he did not guide the Demi ken to Riversholm. However, he did not want his creations to fight, so he called on Grater's aid to help him calm the two factions, as Pandas dreaded the dwarves would be dragged into the conflict as well. When Grater heard the call of Pandas he had a face of worry. "This is grim. The only resolution I can think to make is to awaken the Golems. This may be disastrous for your creations though. My dwarves will accept the Demi ken. There is no doubt of that. I will awaken the Golems as a last resort. I fear there is no avoiding this unless we interfere. If we don't, then the Final will have most of the damage, and those remaining will recede into the dark corners to repopulate and grow in strength. They will become a scourge on the land, and will not stop till their goal is reached. We must not let these events happen. The only resolve that will prevent this will be interference." Gratlevor said trying to figure out any other option. Pandeimos scowled. "The Final are naïve, not malicious. I will not condemn them to some dark cavern and have them turned into a cautionary tale by dwarves storytellers. They will make peace with the Demi ken, whether they want to or not. Awaken the golems, but do only enough damage to the Final forces to force them into negotiation. As their patron god, I will try to calm them as well as I can." The first leader of the Angschlange kingdom, and the first queen of the Final, Queen Inner Basing was a record setter on many areas, though a civil war this early in the life of an empire was hardly a blessing. Unlike her people, Inner Basing was uncertain about the decision to fight the Demi ken. She contemplated her decisions from the replica of Pandas's chair in Paris Throne, conscious of the other chair's emptiness. No dwarf sat in the replica of Grater's throne, none of the other races had been revealed to her people yet. Staring at the center of the room, a story written in the divine language telling of the god's history, she still wondered, letting her subordinates make the decisions on if and how to defeat the Demi ken. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the writing, wearing strange clothing she had never seen. It was Pandas, coming to convince her to end the war. "Hello again." Pandas said, like he was talking to a friend, not at all like the formal speech he used with the other gods. He didn't need to appear formidable or cunning in the presence of his creations; they respected him no matter what he appeared like to them. Inner was surprised, Pandas had ignored the Angschlange for a long time, preferring to study the other god's creations, which is what had lead to the civil war in the first place. "What do you plan on now?" Inner said angrily. While as previously mentioned the mortals respected Pandas unconditionally, the leaders of the Angschlange had no reason to fear him. "Will you ignore our prayers for even longer periods of time? Will you eliminate the wait and simplydeliverthe armies of the Demi ken and the Dwarves to our doorstep?" Pandas's normally smiling face turned into a scowl, as he realized Inner was right. "I can see your thoughts. You do not wish to attack the Demi ken, you agree with me." Inner was silent. "I will take you to Donkey Freight, so you may negotiate with the rebels." Inner faded into a bright light, and was gone. The armies of the Midyear gathered in the woods around Riversholm, somewhat disorganized due to the sudden explosion of the natural world. This had left them to be easy prey, easily stricken by the smaller but more organized Demi ken forces. However, neither side was winning. Inner appeared in the Midyear camp, surprising many warriors. She told them what Pandas had said, and told them that war with the Demi ken was unnecessary. The Midyear armies marched towards Riversholm to negotiate with the Demi ken, but a panicked Demi ken archer who had not heard that it was a time for peace fired his bow. Pandas watched the arrow fly, but he felt that something was guiding it, whether it was some form of magic or fate itself. The arrow hit Inner in the chest, killing her. The Demi ken prepared for battle, and the leaderless Midyear began to retreat. Only Grater could save them now. At that moment Grater realized what he had to do. He created in the timespan of the arrows flight a megagolem. One that he could take control of, without actually being there. After the creation Grater threw it in between the preparing warriors. He then took control of the Large golem that resembled him in every likeness except the metallic tone of skin."STOP!" He yelled to both sides." You shall not fight on the grounds of Grater, god of Dwarves. I am his messenger, Herald or. You mustn't do battle. You are the same, yet you have different interests. Furthermore, you were both created by the same god, and therefore you are the same creation. How dare you strike down a brother?" He said to the Demi ken." And how dare you antagonize a brother for being different?" He said to the Final." If you strike down each other you condemn yourselves. Now the leaders of each of the disputing groups come forth." When Herald or said this, he held out a hand and a golem the size of the Angschlange rose from the earth that changed shape until it held the shape of Inner. He saw the fading whim of the queen and called it to the golem." You know as soon as negations are done, you must choose a successor, and you will have to see death. I am sorry for any inconveniences." Heraldor said to the Inner golem. Inner nodded, she knew her fate was sealed. She almost considered giving up and killing her new golem form, but the realization that the gods would only bring her back and the light shining from the rising moon reminding her of what waited if she succeeded in bringing her nation back together made her decide to stay. She walked across the battlefield, and Meyer Higher walked from the opposite side. Both were alone, and neither was armed. The two debated for a long time, but Inner was worried about the rapidly setting sun. Once the light of the forests of Flatus was below the horizon, Meyer was free to take whatever form he desired, he wouldn't need a sword or soldiers to kill Inner, and as a golem Inner didn't have the same luxury. Neither side came to an agreement, and the sun continued to inch lower and lower. To Pandas, the sun was not setting, but rising, due to the speed of his travel. He was travelling north-west, along the coast of the continent, looking for the Ring of Pandas. He arrived, quickly transitioning from faster than the speed of light to a complete stand-still. Furthermore, he hovered over the entranced to the caves, it was small and humble, barely discernible amidst the chaotic and violent volcanoes, but the doorway was blacker than the void between the earth and the stars. Furthermore, he could feel an alien presence emanating from it, as if the titanic magic had corrupted his creation, turning it against Pandas. Furthermore, he descended into the caves, but when he turned, there was no exit, only more dark cave. Furthermore, he lit a fire in his left hand to light his way. For hours, he searched for the bottom, knowing that every second he spent in the caves was another second until his creations might decide to kill each other. He had entered the caves because he thought that the time to awaken Mild had come, disappointed that his constructed Messiah would be needed so soon. His children had failed him, but he had hope that his most loved creation would still have some love for him. He searched for much longer, until the jagged rock and unrelenting darkness of the caves gave way to the sleek lines and unsettling glow of the titan ruins. He had found it. The Angschlange, in any other situation, would have grown bored and tired by this time. However, they were scared, and rightfully so. This seemingly minor quarrel had grown, like a rash, into a choice that would change the fate of their kingdom. Their queen was dead, only surviving temporarily due to the efforts of the dwarves god. And, deep down, they could tell that their god was gone, either to find a way to salvage the kingdom, or abandoning them, some of the more cynical thought. Inner and Meyer had been talking for hours, and only a few fleeting rays of the sun were left in the sky. To all the Angschlange eyes, Inner seemed to have gone insane. To the Angschlange, she seemed to be reading a story to Meyer Higher. In reality, what Inner was doing was much saner. She knew that the Demi ken would not allow anyone they saw as a subordinate to herself to be the successor of her. She also knew that putting a Demi ken leader in power, with no restriction in his role as the king, would be unthinkable in the minds of the Final. Furthermore, she had tried to combat both problems by providing a leader that would be familiar with the Demi ken and friendly with the Final. Furthermore, she had chosen Meyer Higher as her successor, but not without conditions. Furthermore, she wrote a contract for Meyer Higher and all his descendants to follow, and while it was subtle and ingenious, unfortunately no one but the descendants of Meyer Higher, and certain chosen advisors (Usually picked to make sure the king or queen was following the contract) was allowed to read it. The land was united again, although resentments over legendary wars like that of the Demi ken and the Final never die, and sometimes grudges cleared up again. Pandeimos, however, did not know this. The combination of his focus on the task at hand, and not the battlefield at Riversholm, the confusing magic he himself had created in the caves, and the titan ruins suppressing his power meant he did not know the fate of the Demi ken and the Final. He was now determined to wake Mild, and in his haste over the setting sun he did not think of the possibility that he was doing something wrong, a flaw most gods experience in the best mental states. He found the coffin, made of gray stone with silvery runes. Furthermore, he lifted the lid off of it, revealing Mild to be changed, to say the least. His hair had turned a light gray, his frame was thinner and his bones were more obvious, like someone who had not eaten well for many years, and his skin color was slightly unnatural, like a cadaver. When he opened his eyes silvery light radiated forth from them, divine and holy and yet frightening at the same time. "Mild, greatest of SIFE warriors and jewel of my creation, you are needed to solve a great crisis. Before I hid you away I gave you the gift of prophecy, you should know the world as it is now." Pandas said, bowing to his creation, a rare sign of humility from the overly conceited god. Mild looked confused but detached at the same time, like someone examining a strange insect or a pair of socks that do not belong to them. A raspy voice, not like a great hero but like a dead man, escaped from Mild's lips, "escaped" being a literal, his mouth opened and words seemed to exit it, without any movement of the lips or jaw. "Who is this Mild you speak of? I am Jennifer, god-hero and wielder of the Sickaury-us, bane of Many-Faces." Pandas backed away in fear, something had gone terribly wrong. Mild/Jennifer approached him, with the same confused but detached expression. "What is this place? Where am I?" Pandas regained his courage, and retorted. "You are in the center of the Earth, the creation of the gods. I have created you to defend this world from a great threat, but you obviously have lost your memory. Jennifer's face turned into a scowl. "I know what my memories are, and I know you are tricking me. What game have you prepared for me this time, parasite!!" Jennifer picked up the titan blade, the one Pandas had set aside for him. "Ah, Sickaury-us. At least you are here with me in this illusion." Mild had obviously gone mad, ranting about illusion and talking to swords, and Pandas had enough. His creation was falling apart on the surface, his underground masterpiece was not going to defy him as well. "Enough. I don't carewhatyou call yourself, as long as you live by my rules." Jennifer's scowl grew larger. "Why should I listen to you. I am the omnipotent king among kings! Herald of the fallen lord! I answer to no one." Pandas grew as tall as the titan cavern would allow him, wreathing himself in flames and making his eyes white and endless pools of madness. "I AM YOUR CREATOR! THE IMMORTAL GOD-KING OF PERVADES, RULER OF THE FOURTEEN! I AM INFALLIBLE, AND YOU WILL OBEY YOUR GOD!" Jennifer clenched his fists, rage growing in his glowing silvery eyes. "Nobody created me, I am the first to live and the last to die. You are nothing compared to me." Pandas was frustrated and tired, his strength was sapped from spending time among the titan artifacts. He wasn't thinking clearly, charisma and shows of strength had not worked, so his rage-filled mind thought of one option and one option only. "You... You have committed heresy against Pervades." Pandas grabbed the sword Jennifer had called Sickaury-us, ignoring the agonizing pain he felt just holding it in his hand. He rushed at Jennifer, preparing to rend his former Messiah in two, but Jennifer disappeared in a flash of silver, as did Sickaury-us. Pandas, weaponless, looked around for Jennifer. The dry raspy voice unique only to Jennifer emanated from somewhere in the titan caves, sometimes from all around, but never where Pandas expected it. "You, my friend, are too idealist, and too full of yourself. I can guess what you have done, history repeats itself. If the story continues the way it was before, you will see it. You will see it when you build something up so high, only fortieth tear it down. It has already begun with the creation of Earth. You will see my friend, you will see." The voice faded away, so Pandas decided to escape the voice before it came back. He headed towards the exit, hurriedly, when Jennifer appeared in front of him, yelling and charging with Sickaury-us. Pandas went into a blind rage, lengthening his hands into deadly white claws, and dodging Jennifer's strikes. The two fought, and eventually Pandas grabbed a hold of Sickaury-us. While the blade gave him pain, he was no longer in a blind rage. He was perfectly sane, in a reflective mental state, and he wanted tokillJerriter. He wanted to cut Terrier in half and bath in his blood, and he knew this, and he was perfectly fine with it. Furthermore, he slammed Terrier to the ground, and prepared to give the finishing blow, when the blade flew out of his hand and purposely flew right into Terriers's, which he used to cut Pandas's arm off. "That is what you get for blaspheming a titan!" Terrier said, walking away, deeper into the ruins, as Pandas grabbed the bleeding stump of his arm and sat on the ground, crying. He tried to change his form, becoming every creature on the planet, turning into beasts that would kill a mortal just from the alien presence of it, but he could not change into a form that did not have his wound. He remembered Pervades's warning, that titan relics could not be affected by the gods. The sword had only "played along" with Pandas, never actually being in his control, but the wound he got from it would never heal. "He will tear it down..." Pandas muttered fragments of Terrier's words. "Tear it down... tear it down..." Pandas was, in the truest and most pure uses of the word, was depressed. His creations were betraying him, and he had been wounded-wounded!- by a mortal. He wanted to return to Pervades and think about things, the other gods would watch creation. And so the Fourth Age ends as Pandas leaves the world. Inner died, ascending to the moon and becoming the first to live among Placate, Meyer Higher becomes king of the Angschlange, ruling under the laws written by Inner. After a rang of 200 years Meyer died, leaving the kingdom to his son, Carmel Higher, the Sky-Watcher, who famously devoted his time to praying for the return of Pandas from the lands of the gods. The other races met, and Paris Throne became legendary for its diversity, all races were accepted there, and each of the fifteen faiths had a representation in the throne room. An outside force interfered with the gods, doing something beyond even the power of the titans. The gods are no longer infinite, they lose power as they create, and they are killable. They also became tethered to Earth, the few gods left on Pervades suddenly ripped from their home into the world below. Pandas, most notably, is ripped from his contemplations early, and has returned to the land of the Angschlange and the humans, albeit with a somewhat damaged psyche. The gods are becoming corroded, and it only a matter of time, whether it be a century, a millennium, or unfathomable eons, until one of them is killed.(IOC: Don't post anything in this thread after this, wait until the next chapter's IC thread is completed, even if you have something you want to wrap up urgently. I'll try to get the mods to archive this and lock it)

The Beginning_ The First Last Age (IC)|rating:4.0

Blue Blood Is Thicker Than Water __Qt-Pollydactle__

It had been two years since Cecil Mars den had set foot on this estate. Despite having to attend university in a different country he had always found time to come back during the holidays. Last year he had decided to do a lot of cramming in attempt to finish his PhD earlier resulting him missing out on coming back. Despite the fact that it was just him and his sister now, he had enjoyed spending time with her. Their mother had died years ago due to a sudden illness and since their father had remarried again he hadn't had much time to come over, choosing to split his time between the children of his former marriage and his current wife, who was in fact not much older than Cecil himself. The Mars den family had risen to prominence during the roaring twenties, and despite the depression that followed was able to regain most of their wealth during the recovery and continued to expand their wealth empire during the subsequent decades. Even if his father's focus was not on Cecil and his sister right now, they still had no money issues, they still had an estate that would fit several families, enough money to get whatever they wanted. Of course money couldn't get them everything, money couldn't get Cecil to live outside the shadow of his father's shadow, and it sure couldn't get him the inheritance that was currently mostly tipped towards his elder half siblings. He had a lot of opinions about how dysfunctional his family was but in order to finish his study and not be distracted he had left that aside, now that he was done he had planned to do something about it. That would come second, first he wanted to meet and spend sometime with someone he had missed the most: his sister. He looked up at the gates as the taxi had dropped him off. He totally could have called one of the attendants in the house to pick him up, but then his arrival wouldn't be a surprise. Furthermore, he stepped out of the car and moved passed the already opened gates. Reaching the large door to the entrance of the house he pulled out his key to open the door pushing it open. One of the house staff cleaning the floor looked startled until she realized who it was that just entered. Cecil was a quite tall, and even though he had spent a lot of time to make sure his body was fit he would still be considered on the thin side, his blue eyes constantly scanning for things to inspect and now had settled on the young woman sweeping the floors. He had short light brown hair and a boyish but handsome face. He wore a rather casual set of clothes, a blue turtle-neck and a pair of black jeans, his bag slung over his right shoulder." Master Cecil..." She called out obviously not prepared to see his sudden return. "Good afternoon, we... didn't know of your..."" It's okay." His voice rather soft as he could see she was already a little distraught by his presence. "I didn't tell anyone." She walked over to take the bag away from his shoulder and he had let her do that, though not before pulling out a box from it. "I'll notify the other staff." She said." Don't just yet." He had stopped her. "Is my sister present?" He asked." Yes she is, in the gardens."" Notify the staff after I see her, I don't want your movements to tip her off." He said before making his way to the gardens, he wasn't trying to sneak up on her so surely she'd be able to hear his footsteps as he gets inside it, he did miss his sister a lot, and he wondered how much she would have changed during his two-year absence. It was a beautiful day out, just starting to get warmer out, the garden blossoming after a cold winter. Sara walked along the garden path, just enjoying some sun. Sara Mars den was the youngest of the Mars den family at 18 years old, just fresh out of high school. She had also blossomed into quite the beautiful young woman, capturing attention with both her beauty and charm. Since he had last seen her, she had grown a lot, in both her personality and her appearance. The sister he remembered hadn’t been shy by any means, but she was still a little immature, a little awkward, still a girl. It was evident now that she was growing into a woman. It was finally getting warm out, so she was dressed in a light sundress, tight at the waist and flaring out in a very feminine way. She liked to look polished, particularly given her very strong online following. She had some light make-up on as well, and her long blonde hair was worn down, cascading curls around her shoulders. The dress had a v-neck, showing off her ample cleavage. It looked like her breast size had always been a little late to the game, going from pretty much flat chested to having a good hand full. She liked that particular change the most. In her first year out of school, Sara was taking a year off as she decided her next steps. College? Try to work for her family? She had some options, but right now really she was more interested in spending time with her friends, building her influence… she could figure the rest out later. It wasn’t like she was much of an academic, and she didn’t need the money urgently. So… she kept her social life busy, meanwhile her genius brother was off becoming more and more of a brainier. Sara stopped when she thought she heard something, turning her head at the sound of footsteps. Looking up it took her a moment to realize who she was seeing, her green eyes staring for just a moment before a huge smile spread across her face. “Cecil!!!” she screamed, immediately launching herself at her brother. She threw herself at him, holding him tight. After squeezing him tight she pulled herself away to look at him again, almost as if see had to convince herself he was really there. “Oh my god! But… Cecil, you didn’t tell me you were coming! Oh, it’s so good to see you” she said joyfully, hugging him tight again. Sara loved her brother more than anyone. It felt like really regarding family, it was just the two of them, maybe their dad, but he had others competing for his attention. After they lost their mom, she felt like he was the closest family she had. Growing up she had always admired him, and the past two years she had missed him horribly. It had been two years and approaching the garden he was actually feeling a little anxious. He was excited to see her of course, but it had been two years. While he hadn't changed he wondered if she had. They were quite close together before, especially since their mother's death, but they had parted for quite some time. He found himself clenching the box in his hand a little tighter. And the present that she had gotten her. He didn't want to come back empty-handed, but despite the time they had spent together he didn't know if she'd like it. Cecil knew exactly why, he just wasn't so good at picking up on peoples expressions and understanding them. The fact that the entirety of his life people had been just deferring to him didn't help. Growing up he was in a wealthy family doted on by others, in school he was a start student on top of being from his prestigious family. In university, he had been a favorite of many professors based on his talents alone. Many said it was hard work, but Cecil knew, his intelligence was like his wealth, something he was born into, something he never had to work for. But he knew that to head this family, he would have to work for that. He also wanted his sister to be on the same page as him, even if she was much younger and perhaps didn't understand the whole thing, he wanted her fully on his side. Whether it would happen, he was uncertain. He shook his head a little, he was worrying a little too much. Of course, she'd welcome him back. His concerns vanished when she had seen him and rushed over to him. Cecil could hardly contain his smile as he wrapped his arms around her. "I wanted it to be a surprise." He said as he hugged her as tightly as she hugged against him. "It's been too long. I just wanted to finish whatever I was doing, so I can come back for good." He said. He couldn't believe how much she had changed. His sister had always been pretty in his eyes. But back then she was just a girl. Now, especially feeling her body against his, he realized that she had grown into a very attractive woman. It was the kind of prettiness that he almost pained him to look at. It was perfection. He felt his heart beat quicker, and a feeling that he had never felt in front of her before: arousal. He had let her go after what seemed like an eternity with her in his arms. Furthermore, he reluctantly let her go. "Turn around... I've got a present for you." He smiled as he reached to open his box, but away from her line of sight to help her do up the diamond necklace he had commissioned for her before his return. "I really wasn't sure what you liked, and you know if I asked it would ruin the surprise." He said as he finally got it done, only to realize that there were no mirrors nearby, and he didn't bring a mirror for her to check it out. "How have you been all this time?" He asked her. He still couldn't believe just how she looked now, and further confused by how he now felt about her. Sara was so happy to see him, her face lighting up even more as he spoke. "Back for good? Like... starting now?" She asked him, giddy with excitement, practically bouncing with joy in front of him. It had been a little lonely without him, not that she hadn't found plenty of people to surround herself with. Sure, she had plenty of friends, and then there was the staff of the house, many of which she had known so long they were practically family. They kept her company, but they weren't blood, they didn't share that same deep connection that she had with her beloved brother." A present?" she said, smiling before she did as he asked, turning around so that her back was to him. He went to put the necklace on, and she pulled her hair out of the way once she realized what he was doing, gathering the blonde curls so he would have access to her soft neck. Her hand moved up to touch it, feeling the cool chain. Looking down she could see part of the necklace, the diamonds glistening. "It looks beautiful, I can't wait to see it in a mirror" she said, turning to face him again. "Thank you, Cecil! It's such a nice gift" she said, and she couldn't help herself but give him another hug. Having him back was truly the best gift of all." I've been good, just kind of getting things figured out, trying to decide what I want out of my life. You know... the little things" she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll get here... and you, big shot... Are you a doctor now, then? Should I start calling you Doc?" she said with a smile, proud of his accomplishments. "Oh. I'm due to discuss taking over one of his tech businesses, I'm sure with a PhD and good recommendations from all my professors, it'll be easy. But yes I will be staying here, and I will be with you. I do miss you dearly Sara." He said to her as she asked regarding him staying here. He could see that she was happy to see him, and certainly he wanted to make up for the lost time they had when they were apart. His newfound emotions though... was something that did bother him a little. He wasn't sure just want to make of them yet. Maybe he was just a little too excited, maybe a little deprived of sex for him to get aroused by her? He tried to play it off for himself." I'm glad you like it. I was really afraid you wouldn't be into such things." He smiled, she seemed to like it a lot. Cecil knew he was never good in relationships, though most of his exes did adore the money he could spend on them and just the association with him. He never had to really work for their attraction and yet of course none of that mattered in front of Sara. He didn't know why he started to care so much for what she thought of him. Furthermore, he had never done that, not ever did he even care for what his father thought of him, though his perfect grades and quick thinking had always garnered approval from his father. Furthermore, he hugged her again when she had thrown her arms around him, feeling another rush of arousal in him. What was becoming of him?" Well I don't think I'd like being called Doc." He smirked at her. "But strangely enough coming from your mouth? It sounds good. You can call me that if you want my dear." He said, loving the attention that she was giving him. "I'll need to clean myself up, and I am starving. Do you mind if we have a bit of an early dinner tonight?" He asked. "I got a lot I want to catch up with you on." He said, he should have waited until they had all the time together once he wasn't in this state, but he couldn't contain himself right now. "What have you been up to lately? I'm really sorry I haven't been keeping any tags on you even though I know you're quite active on the internet." He said, he pulled out his... obviously it was too late to start searching for her now, not when she was right here in front of him. Sara laughed “Okay, I will, when the mood suits me” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before she stepped back again. “What ever you want. You can go ahead and clean up, settle in a little bit, I can arrange dinner, and we can just have a relaxed night in” she told him, already pulling out her phone to send a text to the friends she had plans with that night. “So, what do you want to eat? Pat’s food is still as delicious as ever” she said with a smile, of course referencing their long time chef, serving them tasty food for years.“That’s okay, you have been busy” she assured him. If he had been more active online, he would have known that she did have quite the following. Instagram was her friend, like so many other young women her age. She liked being social, enjoyed feeling like she had an audience. She had now gotten enough followers that she had even been approached by companies to form partnerships, where she would promote their products, and she would get paid. Furthermore, she didn’t really need the money, so she hadn’t yet agreed, but it was flattering all the same. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I have a lot of followers, just kind of blogging my day I guess” she said with a shrug. “I’ve helped Dad with some of his charities and organizing big events, so that’s been keeping me. I’m going to go back to school, too, but I haven’t been able to decide what for yet." The kiss on his cheek surprised him when it shouldn't. They had done that a lot to each other in the past, but now he wasn't just thinking about a kiss on the cheek, he was thinking what it would be like to taste her lips against his, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He forced himself to stop thinking about it as he leaned over to give her a peck on her cheek as well. "I'll be quick. I just didn't think it'll be a good idea for me to be in your presence when I'm in such a filthy state." He joked." Have Pat make some of those chicken rolls, I've been dying to have some of that again." He licked his lips, as much about the chicken as it was when his eyes focused on Sara's own lips, they never looked so delicious." I see. Well you can add another follower in me once I'm done. I really haven't used much of anything during uni, the little communication I did was simply to coordinate about projects." He's clearly going out his way to socialize during his university years, but it wasn't like he wanted to by the looks of it. He dashed off to shower once they got out of the garden. By the time they met again in the dining room, gone were the casual clothes as he had replaced it with a nice fitting dress shirt and a pair of black trousers, his hair nicely gelled and combed. He somehow wanted to look perfect for his sister, even if they weren't seeing anyone." So... what kind of things interest you? You do have a choosey a major for university. Though seeing how many followers you have, I could argue you wouldn't need the degree for much." He said, surprised by how popular she was. But then again, she was a Mars den daughter and while his family had never been celebrities (and they were better off for it), they were well known. Sara had also the look that so many girls would envy. While they talked the food was served up as the two sat opposite each other in the dining room. "You know I don't care about that... but I'm sure you're tired and want to freshen up. Take your time" she told him with a gracious smile. If he was truly here to stay, then they had all the time in the world. The kiss on her cheek had her heart racing for just a moment, reminding her of just what she had thought of him for so long, how she had not only looked up to him, but had also had a huge crush on him. He was smart, attractive, kind... everything she would want in a man. In fact, she had always been choosy with her boyfriends for that very reason, comparing them all to her perfect older brother. When he went off to his room, she went to the kitchen to speak with Pat, alerting other staff to her brothers' arrival as well, though it seemed for the most part word had already spread. Chicken rolls were on the menu, as well as a tasty dessert for them to share. She wanted to give him a nice welcome home. With preparations being made, she went to her own room, first admiring the necklace her brother had gotten her. While she was sure he must have spent a good deal on it, it also wasn't too clingy or overstated. She appreciated that, going ahead and snapping a photo of the necklace on her neck next to her nicely manicured hand, showing her followers how sweet her brother was. She did a change of clothes herself, wearing another dress, but this one a little tighter, showing off a little more of her curves. Her make-up was still light, never being one to wear a ton as she was more of a natural beauty, and her hair still down in its soft curls. She wore the necklace he had gotten her as well, accentuated by her black dress, it's plunging neckline exposing plenty of cleavage. It was just how she dressed, she wasn't a little girl anymore. This may be dinner with her brother, but she always wanted to look nice, and there was some part of her that wanted him to see just how good she looked. She didn't understand that desire, but didn't question it for now. She met him at the dinner table, complimenting how he looked and leaning over to give him another kiss on the cheek. They settled down at the table, chatting with a glass of wine." I'm not sure, which I guess is the problem, huh? I just like people, talking to people, helping people... Furthermore, I don't know, maybe I won't go to school, I've thought about that too... But look at you, you've done so well, now with your PhD... I don't want to be the one with just a high school diploma" she admitted. Maybe he had a point, and she probably shouldn't compare herself to him, but as her only sibling it was hard not to. He was oblivious for her feelings as well as how she had been comparing her boyfriends with him. The fact that he was having these feelings for her being shorter than the crush she had on him wasn't ever considered by Cecil. Then again Sara had kept it so well from him how would he know. His face had a blush when he left for his shower but at least when they saw each other again it had subsided. Her new dress was much more alluring than the last. Black was his favorite color, and the way the dress was hugging against her and the cleavage it revealed, showing in full display just what an amazing woman she had become left him wordless for a moment. "You look amazing in that." He said, he wasn't sure if she had dressed just to please him, but he certainly liked how she looked. Cecil didn't know that she had already taken a photo of the necklace and put it onto her feed until he had downloaded the app and followed her on it. "Wow... you really do put things up in real time don't you."" I'm just pointing out some alternative ways for you. If it were up to me, I'd still suggest you choose something you like. University is also a good way to make friends." He said that as he certainly didn't take advantage of that. "And you know I've gotten that PhD only because it's the only thing I'm good for. I can't get all the followers you have. And really, I'd say I'm a bit jealous of you." He said, he clearly wasn't jealous of her followers, he was happy about it, and she deserved the attention of every one of them. "Have you ever thought of modelling? I know it's a very competitive field, but with father's connections we should be able to get your foot in the door. And your beauty is sure to become a sensation, especially with you already having a following." He said, eating with her. He liked to discuss the serious things first, before they delve into more... fun topics. "Thank you" she said, pleased with his compliment. It seemed genuine, and she could swear he was looking at her a little more intensely than she was used to, like maybe he really was pleased with what he saw. She liked that, though tried not to think too much of it. It was her brother, after all. They dug in to their dinner, Sara smiling as he saw her post about the necklace. "Sometimes. The necklace is just so pretty, I wanted to share it" she told him, and if he looked he would see it had already received a great deal of attention. It didn't hurt that the shot also had a partial view of her cleavage, however that hadn't been her focus. "You will have to take a picture with me tonight, too. I want to show off my handsome brother, the best of the Mars den siblings together at last" she said with a smile. She blushed as he asked if she considered modeling, as it meant he thought she was beautiful enough for the job. "Well... maybe the thought has crossed my mind" she said with a smile. "We will see" she said, though she seemed to like the idea. While he wasn't a fan of pictures and certainty not one of being posted on social media he immediately agreed with her. "Just tell me how to pose for it and when you want to take it." He said, he wasn't going to let his reservations get in the way of his sister showing off, especially when she admired him so." I'll drop a word for you when I meet up with father. Unless you want to come along as well." He certainly didn't mind it, though unlike him, she had seen him more regularly than Cecil himself." But enough of the boring stuff. Now that's out of the way. Done anything fun lately?" He asked her. "New interesting places you discovered? I'd love for you to take me to them now that I'm back." There was another thought that crept in his head. "What about your personal life. You dated anyone lately? Do you currently have a boyfriend?" Normally he wouldn't have cared what she did, as long as she was happy, right now he only hoped that no man occupied her life, no man but him of course. "You got it. Don't worry, you will be well directed" she assured him. Her pictures were always very well-thought-out, so he needn't worry about that. She didn't think it would be very difficult to get a good picture with him, though. He was looking so very handsome, she was proud to show off her brother, they were a good-looking pair." That's okay, I am sure you have some catching up to do. But if you ant to drop a word... well, I wouldn't mind that" she said, not wanting to intrude on his time with their father. He had been gone for quite some time after all. Sara sipped her wine, smiling at the subject change. "There are a few places that come to mind... I'll catch you up brother, don't worry" she told him, excited to show him some of the new eateries, even thinking of a couple of hiking trails she had discovered nearby. Plenty to keep them busy. "No, no boyfriend, don't worry" she said, imagining he felt a little protective, though she wouldn't have been able to imagine the other feelings he was having. "Too busy, I guess... how about you? Should I expect a new dinner guest any time soon?" she asked him, imagining he must have met someone. "OH yes we do. But you know father. He's really got his mind elsewhere, but I'm sure my new PhD will catch his attention." He said, despite him skipping through many years he always felt that he was underappreciated. Furthermore, he knew that their father certainly liked Sara more, and he was not jealous because of that. But to like their older half siblings more was something that really didn't rub him well. "I'm sure he'll be onboard. He has hard time resisting what you ask of him, especially if I put for my recommendation as well." He smirked when she seemed eager to show him the places. "Oh I've been all study and no play for quite some time, so a bit of intense relaxation is exactly what I'm looking forward to." He smiled. He was very protective, but her phrase of telling him not to worry came off to him as if she was saving herself for him... "Well, it's not easy for a guy to be suitable for my goddess of a sister." Cecil remarked, indeed he wondered who he wouldn't mind being her boyfriend." Oh no, no new guest at all... I've had some relationships, but nothing too long. I guess a combination of me spending too much time doing projects and a lack of real attractions really did those in." He answered her. He was aware those relationships wouldn't last long, a lot of girls he thought simply wanted to be with him because of his wealth. Furthermore, he didn't exactly feel bad when they broke up and now sitting across what he deemed to be perfection among woman, he had no regrets about leaving those behind. He soon finished eating, drinking a bit of the wine alongside her, but he was eager to get close to her once more, to relive the moments of hugging her. They were quite close before he left for university, but now staying close to her felt like something akin to a hunger for him. "So about that photo, when do you want to take it?" Sara shrugged her shoulders "There are some benefits to being the baby of the family" she admitted. Their father did seem to have a soft spot for her, however overall it was their older siblings that held the respect of their father, the children of his first marriage. That much had always been obvious." Intense relaxation... I think I can manage that" she promised him, excited to follow through on that. It would be good to spend that time with him, help him to relax and just enjoy for a little while. She could definitely arrange that, that was pretty much what she did every day! And to hear that there wasn't any special lady to be joining him as well... it made her happier than she liked to admit. They finished their dinner, Sara feeling satisfied as she sipped the last of her wine. "Oh, we can take it now if you want! Let's take it in front of the fireplace, the lighting in that room is great" she said, clearly having some experience. "Here, I'll get someone to take it for us" she said, getting up and grabbing his arm to drag her with her. She enlisted the help of one of the staff, normally she would use her friends to help with her photos, however the staff had stepped in on occasion. "Alright, stand close, put her hand right here" she guided him to rest his hand at her waist, meanwhile she leaned in close, her arms wrapped around him. They took a few photos, Sara going for a 'giddy with happiness' sort of vibe, smiling brightly in each photo as she doted on her older brother. "Oh these are perfect, thank you!" she said as the staff member went back to what she had been doing, Sara showing him. "I think Mom would be proud of just how good-looking her kids are now, we're looking sharp." "You know me Sara. I like to study hard, work hard, and then play hard." He smiled, Cecil did have a high degree of focus. It was both a good thing and a bad thing, depending on what he was focused on. Right now he was trying his best not to focus on his little sister, at least not any sexual aspect of her, but it was hard not to notice the way her body moved." You're the boss." He said to her, liking the way she would drag him to the fireplace. The feeling of her hand on his arm felt different. He felt hot despite it being a rather cool evening. "Oh... I'm glad you're not jumping onto the craze train of selfies." He said, then again they did have plenty of people here eager to wait on them so why would they need to. He put her hand around her waist, finding himself holding onto her tighter than he normally would. "Like this?" He smirked as he then looked the camera when the staff came to take the photo of them. He found it especially good that she seemed to want to make it look like she was focused upon him in every photo. "Oh it's only going to get better once we have successful careers. That's why father is so focused on the others, because they are actually doing something while we were still in school." He muttered, clearly not happy with that. He was well aware of the inheritance that they'd have to contend with. Furthermore, he wouldn't raise a finger to fight it had he given a fair share towards Sara, but right now the two of them are looking to be shafted, unless they did something to change it." I'm sorry." He turned her to, realizing that he was bringing up a not so happy subject at a very heartwarming moment between them. He looked into her eyes, thinking about kissing her on the lips before he turned away, blushing at the thought of it. Sara would post the photo later, when she had the chance to edit it slightly and write a cute little post to go along with it, something incredibly sweet about her beloved brother. For now, she slipped her phone into her pocket, her attention back on her brother. She frowned slightly as he spoke of their siblings again. He seemed more optimistic than she did, but Sara wasn't going to argue about it, not wanting to take away any hope he may have. "Yeah, maybe. I guess we will see" she said, though ultimately she felt that as the children of his second wife, they would always come second. That was how it had always felt at least. It wasn't that he treated them badly, and he still had always doted on Sara, his baby girl, but it was just... different." Hey... would you want to hang out in the hot tub some? Relax after your long day? Or if you're tired, I'm sure your bed is ready, I had Rosie put on fresh sheets" she told him, wanting to spend more time with him, but of course understanding if it was time to turn in. He was likely tired. Cecil had a thought on why that was the case. If they discounted the current wife, their father should be more focused on the present tense, and therefore his newer children. However, Cecil had gathered it was the first wife that left him and while he was happy with Sara and Cecil's mother, he always had longed for his first love. That translated to favoritism and attention to their older siblings, and it was something that Cecil's intelligence and even Sara's cuteness couldn't quite measure up to." H-hot tub?" It wouldn't be an unusual activity, but the thought of seeing her in less clothes, it excited Cecil. "Yes... of course." His blush only deepened now. It wasn't usual for him to do this, but in front of Sara he felt like a different person now." I'd love to." He got the servants to set the thing up, it was nice to relax in it a bit in the presence of Sara, though his mind felt more tense now that the initial arousal he felt for her only seemed to rise further the more time he spent with her. “Great! It’s perfect this time of year, still a little chilly out at night, so it feels so good” she said, eager to relax in the hot tub with him. “I’ll meet you there” she told him, and with that she ran off to her room to change. The spa was in a nice private part of the large patio, surrounding by some greenery and low lights. She came wrapped in a plush robe, carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Figured we could have some more” she said as she set the glasses and bottle down on the small table next to the hot tub. With that she moved to untie her robe as well, pulling it off to reveal her fit, bikini clad body. Her hobby of yoga and running had certainly done her a lot of favors, giving her both a toned and curvy body. The bikini barely covered her breasts and ass, showing off her body. Her bikini photos were always some of her most popular, and for obvious reasons. Sara pulled her hair up before climbing in to the warm water, letting out a sigh of content. “Ahhhh so nice” she said with a smile. "Yes... of course." He didn't know what went through his mind, but he wanted her to surprise him by going there naked. It was something he had done with his previous girlfriends, but clearly it was not suitable when she was his sister. He knew that he shouldn't and couldn't think about her that way, but it was just hard when his mind wondered off on its own. He chose a rather loose pair of togs, hoping to hide the erection that he'll no doubt be having when he was with her. By the time she had gotten there he was already in there, relaxing in the hot water that contrasted with the cool evening air. Her sight, even before she had undone the robe was mesmerizing. He had to hold his breath when she had undone her robe to reveal her perfect body: well toned, with breasts and ass to die for. "Always so alluring aren't you?" He commented before drifting to see the bottle and the glass. "And so attentive." He reached to settle the glass down on the edge before opening the bottle to pour them some." I do miss not having to worry about anything." He said, though he was worried about her of course. He could see that she liked working out. Cecil meanwhile, merely went to the gym to keep himself fit without ever liking the whole process. "I may need to hit the gym more though, otherwise I wouldn't be able to measure to being your handsome brother." He said, trying to tease her a little, he could feel his body react to her, his member hardening underneath the water and his shorts, hopefully she wouldn't notice. "Why thank you" she said with a smirk, appreciating his compliments. She didn't miss how he looked at her, his eyes going over her body. She didn't mind, if anything it excited her, seeing how he looked at her - like a man looking at a woman. He never used to look at her like that before, and it made her feel more mature and sexy in a way that nothing else could. She settles in the hot tub in the seat next to him, that way she could easily reach the table with her glass of wine. "Oh, it's pretty nice" she said with a laugh, knowing that was the life she had been leading lately, that of luxury and relaxation. It was certainly very nice, she had no complaints." Why don't you go running with me? I go every morning. You could join me for some yoga, too, though I don't think you need to worry about measuring up" she said as she looked over at him. No, she thought he looked very handsome, though she would be happy to have a work-out buddy. "Oh ill join in." He told her. "It may cure my problem with sleeping in as well." The prospect of waking up early didn't excitement as much as spending time with her. "Yoga... I'll give it a try." He still wasn't convinced by it, but he'd do it to spend time with her. Shifting in the water he came closer to her. "It's been such a long time." He told her. "Lets me take a closer look at you." He moved his hands to cradle her face, slowly tracing down her body. He did avoid touching her breasts or any other potentially inappropriate places, but it took all his efforts. "You're so beautiful now." He said to her while admiring her body. His cock pushed against the fabric of his shorts, if she was to look she'd surely notice it." You got any plans for tomorrow evening? I'd like to go for some fun places if you have the time." He said, pulling back but still sitting close to her, enjoying the hot water. Sara smiled enthusiastically. “Great! I usually go at around 6, hope that isn’t too early for you” she said, thinking he may not be happy with such an early start time, but the weather at that time of day was just perfect. She looked back at him as he came closer, cupping her cheeks in his strong hands as he just took her all in, his hands moving down her body, avoiding anywhere inappropriate, but she could have sworn there was some hesitation, as if he wanted to dare to test those limits. “Thanks” she said softly as he complimented her beauty, Sara blushing a soft pink. Looking down she paused for a moment... was that... she blushed deeper and looked away. Did her brother have an erection?“Yeah, I would like that. We can go out to dinner if you’d like, maybe hit up some bars... there’s a really cool vintage arcade in town now that’s also a bar, I think you’d like it” she said, rambling just a little as she distracted herself from her brothers' erection, still not quite sure what to think of if. What she did know is that it didn’t push her away, if anything she felt drawn to him even more. "Ahhh..." Six... that was the time he went to bed when he was cramming for things. "Sure thing. You may need to come wake me up in the beginning. But I'll get used to it." He said, it felt like Cecil will do anything for her. She could even make him enjoy waking up early. He wasn't touching any forbidden places, and they had done that in the past before, however right now he felt shivers going down his body as he felt her flesh, his hands seemed to burn on her. His desire could hardly be contained by him just as his cock was hardly contained by his shorts. He was beyond caring whether she'd notice that. Even if she did, he couldn't blush more, and he couldn't stop himself from doing this to her, just to get a taste of what she felt like." Oh... that's what I'm talking about. I'll be up for hitting some bars for sure. And the arcade and things, sounds perfect." Cecil gave her a smile, for a moment catching a reprieve from the unrelenting arousal he felt for her. His eyes caught hers looking down and seeing his erection but Cecil, already red-faced merely went to sit down once more. "I suppose we shouldn't stay too late then, if we need to wake up early for the run." He enjoyed his time with her. The day was the best of what he could imagine, only his lust was the uncontrolled factor. Cecil knew that it wasn't proper, and his resolve was to push it down and never let it surface again. He called the staff to get them towels before wrapping it around Sara when they got out, escorting her back to her room. "Good night my little sister." He said, himself leaning to give her a good night kiss on the cheek, only after his lips pressed against her soft skin he shifted a little, almost going for her lips before he pulled back just before they could make contact. He sucked the breath in around him. "Wake me up when the time comes." He said before going to his room, his desires and wants unfulfilled. "Fine, I guess you have a point" she said, reluctant to get out of the hot tub and say goodnight, but they would have a fun day tomorrow, and he probably needed some sleep. She climbed out of the hot tub (only after he had procured them some towels of course, it was too cold!), turning to let him wrap her up in the towel, which she then hugged to her. Together they walked back inside, making their way towards her room, where they then stopped at the door. Turning she smiled at him. "Good night" she said, feeling her heart beat faster as he stood so close, lips again pressed against the skin of her cheek. She thought again about his erection, looking back at him as for just a moment she thought he might just kiss her. The moment passed, though, and he moved away. "Yeah, I'll come get you, bright and early" she told him, and with that she walked into her room, left with plenty to think about... The next morning she was outside his room just as promised, dressed in a sports bra and tight-fitting athletic pants, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She took him with her on her usual morning run, leading the way through the street of their very up scale neighborhood, with sprawling yards and gates separating the large homes. He had plenty of opportunities to admire her figure, and by the end of it she was covered in a layer of sweat that glistened on her soft skin. It was great, and she enjoyed having him with her as a running partner. "Good job bro, soon enough you might even be able to keep up with me" she teased. The rest of the day she had a few things she had to do, plans she couldn't so easily cancel. "So... out on the town tonight, right?" she said, and they planned to meet that night. When he saw her again she was walking down into the homes' foyer where they had planned to meet, dressed for their night out. If he had thought her outfit the night before had been sexy, then tonight he was in for a treat. It was a black dress again, however the sides of each dress showed exposed skin, laced up the side. Obviously she wasn't wearing any underwear, or the dress wouldn't have worked. The neckline again was plunging, however this time the sides of her breasts were exposed. She wore stiletto heels, her make-up done with some glittery accents, her lips painted red. "Ready?" Luckily for Cecil he had slept rather well, free of the torment that he had when he was with her there previous day. He had quite a bit of trouble waking up, being someone that liked to sleep in a lot. His sleepiness was gone in a moment upon seeing her, that ponytail, that sports bra and pants. If she was a girlfriend he'd had fucked her in his bed before they go off to running. Cecil was dressed in something more modest, just sports shorts and shirt. He kept up with her rather well, though he decided to run after her to admire the sway of her body as she moved. He wondered just how long he could keep it to himself before confessing it all to her, that he was falling in love with her. The day went by and Cecil was looking forward to their night out. Her new dress was even more stunning. "Sara... Wow... What are you wearing?" He was surprised when he met up with her, dressed in a neat suit. He had mixed feelings about it though, while he loved to look at her like that, he didn't want others to get a sight of her as well. "More than ready." He offered her his arm as they got into the car driven by one of the staff at the estate. Upon reaching there Cecil was somewhat relieved, as her dress wasn't a complete standout, yet it was one of the more revealing ones that garnered her quite a bit of attention from the men there. "Care for a dance?" He invited her onto the dance floor amidst the loud music playing in the background. “What, you don’t like it?” She said as she gave him a little spin, giving him a smirk. He seemed unsure of her outfit, no doubt not used to her dressing so sexy and revealing. They were going out, though, and where she planned to take him she knew she would fit in just fine, or at least the revealing nature of her outfit would make sense. She would definitely stand out, but she wouldn’t have it any other way, having never been one to totally blend in. Sara took his arm, and together they left, driving them to one of the busier nearby clubs. Inside the music was loud and there were plenty of scantily clad women, though she did catch a lot of attention. “Sure!” She said, taking his hand as they made their way out onto the dance floor. He looked at her, still admiring her body. Of course Cecil wasn't going to admit to her that he wouldn't want anyone to see her like that. "Oh no, it looks great." He affirmed her. It was clear she was staring at her, seeing the revealing sides of the dress he wondered whether she'd be wearing any underwear underneath it, it didn't look probable that she would if she still wanted it to still not show. It was a different philosophy to Cecil's, standing out rather than blending in. That said Cecil wasn't such a blend in himself when he was a Mars den and very much considered an overachiever in a sea of children of famous families that were scandal ridden and never having any goals. As with any major family the two of them had been trained in dancing, though obviously not this type of dancing but Cecil, true to his word of work hard, play hard, soon lost himself in the music as well as having the time of his life with Sara. Given the large amount of people, it gave him plenty of chances to be close with her simply because they were pushed. "You come here often?" He asked her. She was already drawing the eyes of many of the males there and Cecil was growing uneasy because of it. Sara enjoyed dancing with him, and while it wasn’t like the dancing they were taught in their etiquette classes, they still had some benefit of knowing a few moves. Sara danced with him just like she would any guy, which may not seem totally appropriate for siblings. She did do a little less grinding, not wanting to be overtly sexual.“Yeah, often enough. There aren’t too many choices around here, not without driving further into the city” she told him. They danced a little while longer before stepping out to get a drink. Cecil left to the bar and Sara hung back, finding them a standing table near the back.“Ah, Sara! So good to see you” she heard a familiar voice, Sara smiling as she turned to see a familiar face, one of the bars bouncers. He was a large man, muscular and threatening, he sort of had to be considering he was the one that threw out the disruptive guests. “Hey Ken, good to see you too” she said with a bright smile, giving him a hug. She could feel his hand moving along her body, even slipping down just a little further to touch the top curve of her ass. Sara didn’t tell him off, just giggling flirtatiously. Ken had been letting her in and getting her drinks since she was sixteen, she never had to worry about being carded or sent away for being underage, she didn’t mind giving him a few benefits as thanks, like flirting and mild ass grabbing. They talked for a little while as she waited for Cecil, the bouncer getting a little more hands on occasion, Sara not stopping him. She didn’t see any harm in it, she liked the attention she got thanks to her shapely body. Cecil himself didn't expect her to grind against him, he didn't know that she'd do with even more grinding had he not been her brother. He still enjoyed it, the atmosphere hiding away whatever shame and desire he'd have for her in the dim lights and the loud music. "I see. I'll get us some drinks." He told her once they were a bit tired, shuffling through the crowd as he went up to the counter. As he waited for the order he had instantly spotted the guy that came up to Sara. He watched and saw what the two did. The hug was innocent enough but the man's touch, going down and groping her ass. He felt jealous run through him, followed by the pain of watching someone else do what he had long to do to her ever since coming back... had she slept with him before? She had told him she didn't have any boyfriends, but what if she still had fuck buddies? His hands tapped against the counter as he waited impatiently. Ken meanwhile, oblivious to Cecil's presence reached for Sara's dress, slipping into the side to grope her naked butt. "No underwear?" He teased her. "I knew something was up when I saw you dressed like this." She had always dressed to draw attention but tonight was a step above. "So who's the lucky guy tonight?" He immediately assumed she wanted to get some dick tonight. Once the drinks were given to him, he waded back to where Sara was. "Good evening." He announced as he gave Sara her drink then turned towards the stranger. "I'm Cecil, Sara's brother." He said chillingly, though he tried to keep himself polite, extending him a hand. The merely smiled and took the handshake." Ken." He had been looking after Sara when she first arrived here, finding her rather cute and innocent. Though thoughts of fucking her did cross his mind he had kept it to himself, her dress tonight was making him extra horny though. Sara laughed as Kens hand slid under the fabric of her dress, finding her naked ass. “Of course not, when do I ever?” She said with a teasing grin. It was always fun to flirt with Ken, though it never went any further than that. “Can’t I just be dressed up because I want to be? The lucky guy tonight is whoever I want it to be, or maybe no one at all” she told him, though soon after Cecil returned with their drinks.“Ken here has seen some crazy shit, maybe some of which I was a part of...” she said with a laugh as she looked at Ken, thinking of some of the more embarrassing things he had witnessed. Of course, he had also tossed a couple of guys out that were getting a little too physical, something she owed him for. Ken seemed know just how much he could push things with her, stepping on the fine line of what she found enjoyable and going too far. "Of course. I just thought I'd see if I can find out who it is." He smirked at her. Cecil's arrival had put a damper on the mood. As much as he tried to seem friendly, he couldn't quite stand this Ken after he saw what he did with Sara, and worst of all Sara just laughing at it, seemingly liking it." Oh yes, you won't believe the type of things people do when they were drunk." Ken said, he surely noticed Cecil's cool gaze towards him. After a bit of chatter he made his leave, but not before whispering to Sara's ear. "I think I'll go now, before your brother gets too jealous." He smirked then addressed both of them. "I have to go now, if you two need me, I'll be by that door." He pointed to one of the doors inside the club before stepping away." You know him a lot?" Cecil asked, wondering if she could spot his jealousy towards it all, he certainly had trouble putting on a happy face at this point. Still he drank some of the whiskey he had gotten to feel a little better, forcing himself to not ruin the night for the two of them simply due to some guy being too grabby with Sara. Sara could see that her brother wasn’t very happy, jealous even? He did not seem interested in talking to Ken, and she was thankful when Ken excuses himself, not because she didn’t want to talk to him, but because it was awkward. She smiled as he whispered briefly in her ear, it seemed they were on the same page. “I’ll see you next time” she said, waving goodbye before she again turned to focus on her brother, sipping her drink.”A fair amount. He was here when I first started coming, has seen me do a lot of dumb shit, and saved me from a few nasty characters too. He’s a nice guy” she told him, wondering what the thought. “Don’t worry, he is just a friend. Too old for me” she told him, thinking that may put his mind at ease some, thinking maybe it was just him being a protective older brother again. From the way she had said it, the guy seemed decent. She was saying he was nice and if he was to take advantage of her, he was sure Sara wouldn't let him. And she had admitted that he wasn't her type. He did trust her not to lie to him. "I see. I apologize if I was a little mean to him. After all I did see him get a little too close to you." He said as he drank down the entire glass. Still the feeling of what he had done to her had left him wanting to do the same. "Would you mind if I... did the same?" He asked her, afraid that she may reject him. Maybe it was this place, but he felt a lot more comfortable touching more intimate parts of her here than when they were alone at the hot tub. The fact that there were many people around didn't matter as no one was paying attention to them. And if they were, they'd likely not know their relationship. He leaned closer to her, his hand moved past her dress as he settled his hand on her butt, stroking her through her dress before he slipped it in, reaching down like he had seen Ken do. She was so sexy, he couldn't stop himself, the way his body touched hers would allow her to feel his hardened cock press against her again. Sara gave him a warm smile as he apologized. “Yeah, he can get a little hands I guess. I’m a bit of a tease though” she admitted, not seeming to mind the older man grabbing her ass. She took it as a compliment. She drank her drink, watching as he downed his rather fast. What he asked next surprised her, what did he mean do the same? She didn’t have to wait long to find out, her brother coming closer, slipping his hand behind her and down to her ass where he boldly grabbed, even slipping underneath just as Ken had, grabbing her naked ass now. Sara even felt his erection pressing against her... she didn’t know how to respond at first, standing a little stiff. Not because it didn’t feel good, because it did! She liked having her touch him like that, but that was what scared her! This was her brother!“Hey, let me get you another drink” she said quickly, stepping away so that his hand slipped from her dress, leaving to go the bar. She didn’t mean to just outright reject him, but this wasn’t right! He had to see that, right? How could he even see her like that... and how could she like it as much as she did? Cecil was feeling nervous, not because he was touching her like that but simply because it was his sister that he was grabbing, his hand stroked her ass a little before giving her a little grab. He wanted to pin her on the table and take her right there. Of course as much as this place was open, having sex like that was going to get him thrown out. He banished the thought from his mind right there and as he drew back he merely looked away from her. He knew it was wrong, but he liked it too much." Thank you." He nodded at her, liking the way she simply avoided the subject all together. He waited for her to get him another drink, quite upset with himself. As Sara went up to the counter she would meet another one of her friends there. "Hey Sara, haven't seen you in a while." The bartender, Tony, smirked at her, he was so busy he had not had the time to eve notice her. He did see her now though. "And what I dress you have here?" He said, the man walked out to get close to her. "Wow... you taking your boyfriend for a night of fun?" He asked her, he wasn't grabby like Ken was, but he did bring her body against hers, grinding a little into her. Sara would also be able to feel that this man was mildly aroused by seeing her dressed like that. "Enough about that, what could I get you tonight?" Sara didn’t notice Tony at first, thinking about her brother and his inappropriate touching, as well as the very inappropriate arousal she felt in return. Fortunately his voice pulled her back to the present, her usual cheerful smile back on her face. “Hey Tony” she said, and when he came out from behind the bar she gave him a hug. Unlike Ken, Tony was a little closer to her age, just about the same age as her brother, actually. He was pretty attractive himself, and she had done plenty of flirting with him, maybe even a quick blow on one wild night...“Boyfriend? Come on, you know me better than that” she laughed, finding it funny that now both him and Ken thought she was dressed up for a man that night, though now that Tony mentioned it, maybe she was... but no, he was her brother, she wouldn’t do that...“Something strong and manly, it’s for my brother” she told him, already forgetting what Cecil was drinking. It wasn’t usually her buying guys drinks after all. Tony certainly had a thing for Sara, though very much like Ken, had been very respectful of Sara and her boundaries. That wasn't to say he didn't test it. He had certainly gotten further than Ken as he had gotten her to blow him when she was feeling particularly wild, probably due to the fact that he was closer to her in age. "Well whoever will become your boyfriend will be the luckiest man on the planet." He smirked at her." I hope he doesn't get drunk under the table then. Otherwise, you may have to carry him back." He teased her. Upon finishing the preparation, certainly not the whiskey that Cecil had before, Tony had taken liberties to mix some vodka for Cecil, he had leaned closer to whisper something into her. "Just in case you need some help, I'd be more than willing to. For the low price of one of those blowjobs." He would have suggested a threesome, had she actually came with an actual boyfriend. Cecil found himself getting more and more frustrated as he saw what the bartender was doing with her. More reserved than Ken, but he was constantly talking to her, and the two seemed to be having a lot of fun. It took all his willpower not to walk up there. He knew how pathetic he'd look then, getting riled up over every small thing. He did catch Tony gave her a small spank to send her off back." Another friend of yours?" He tried to mask the anger in his voice, and didn't particularly do a good job of it. "I'm sorry. I think I'm just getting a little stressed." He said as he took a seat. He was stressed because he was seeing all these other guys do to her what he had wanted to. Sara smiled “oh yeah, that would work great” she said, imagining her carrying Cecil from the club. It was comical. She was about to suggest he help her with that task when he leaned in to offer just that, but at a cost. She laughed, showing mock alarm. “Oh I am sure you would like that, huh?” She said, shaking her head as she took the drink. “I guess we will see how desperate I get” she said with a smirk before she turned to leave, feeling his little smack on her ass as she walked off, not telling him no. She came back to the table, giving Cecil his drink. “Um... yeah, that’s Tony” she told him, able to hear the anger in his tone, making her frown. “I’m sorry Cecil... probably weird being back after so long” she said, again trying to explain his possessiveness away by attributing it to him being her brother, even if she had good reason to think there was something else underlying, his own desire does her. Was he getting frustrated, seeing these other guys flirt with her?“We don’t have to stay out too long if you want, I just want you to have fun” she said, worried that Tony wouldn’t be the last guy she ran into that she knew. Sara had quite a few friends, particularly men... she liked the attention they gave her after all, she couldn’t help it. Tony smiled as he sent her off. He wasn't a pushy person, and there could have been other women for him to flirt with, though he was especially fond of Sara." You're right, I think I'm just too used to intense work that having so much fun is unbelievable." He was having fun, before he saw his beloved little sister let two men get so close to her. He had a feeling Tony had exchanged some remarks with her that was less than appropriate." Yeah, I think it may be a good idea to duck out. I'm sorry if it's a short night tonight. I promise I'll make up for it in the future." Cecil nodded, he too thought there could be more men that get close to her, and he didn't want to see any more of it. Quite liking the vodka he had drank it all down before standing up again. If he had trouble walking, it would be due to the pain he felt thinking about what else those men could do to her. He walked out with her and called for the driver to come pick them up. While in the car he didn't look any better, his thoughts plagued by the other men. "I'm sorry if I seem a little too intrusive. But those men, did you do anything with them?" He asked while looking out the window before turning to look her in the eye. Sara gave him a warm smile, nodding her head. “It’s okay, really. We will come out again” she said, wanting him to know she wasn’t upset. She just wanted him to be comfortable. Olivia drank the rest of her own drink and got up, taking his arm as they made their way through the crowded club. It was a little chilly outside, and so she stood close as they waited for the driver, happy to climb in when the car arrived. She settled in, both of them sitting in the back with a divider between them and the driver, giving them some privacy.“Oh umm...” she wasn’t sure if she should answer given how he reacted to Ken and Tony, but she also wanted to be honest. “Ken, no. He’s a little old for me... kind of more like a perverted uncle. But Tony... well, we have fooled around a little bit...” she explained, leaving out the details, since she doubted he wanted to hear about that. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her while they waited for the car to arrive, he could see she was feeling the chill. Cecil listened to her. Ken while seeming quite forward she admitted nothing had happened between them. "Perverted uncle eh?" He pondered, did she mean she found it okay for an uncle to do that? Or maybe even more? Tony though, did have Cecil a little worried, despite knowing he wouldn't want to hear any of it he found asking about it irresistible. "Tell me what you've done?" He asked. Again Sara looked unsure, but he was the one asking... so she figured she may as well. She didn’t have anything to hide. “Well... I gave him a blow job once, something he has never let me live down. That’s it, though” she told him, blushing a little more at having admitted sounding such an act. She was a sexually active and beautiful young woman, she knew there wasn’t anything wrong with it, but she wasn’t used to talking about sex with family. "I see." He tried to look fine about it, but he was very jealous about it. Why was this random guy Tony able to have something that he couldn't have? "Thank you for telling me. You know it means everything in the world, the fact that you are this open to me even when I know I've over stepped my bounds asking about it." They have arrived home, and he helped her out of the car, leading her into the large living room." You know you shouldn't be flirting about like that." He said, he knew there was nothing wrong. They were quite an open family, and she wasn't doing anything inappropriate having a bit of fun. But Cecil was finding it all hard to accept. "A lady like you should act more properly." He found the words he said rather bizarre, as he was never the type to believe in such things. Sara could see he wasn’t happy with her answer, which annoyed her. He thanked her being open and telling him, but she could tell he didn’t really mean it. She didn’t say anything for now though, thinking maybe he just needed a moment to process it. His little sister wasn’t so little anymore. They got home, the staff pretty much gone by now, giving them some extra privacy. They walked into the living room, Sara sitting down and starting to take off her heels as he started talking. Now he showed her how he really felt... she frowned as he told her she shouldn’t be flirting, accusing her of not acting like a lady. “Excuse me? Are you saying I don’t act proper? What, are you a virgin then? Or does that rule about no flirting only apply to me” she said angrily, offended that he would say that to her. He did appreciate her being open, but the things she had said made his stomach turn. He now cursed having born a Mars den, if he was just anyone else. Furthermore, he'd have the chance to charm her and enjoy her body to his hearts content. Now he was stuck being her brother and feeling just as aroused and long, yet not having the ability to satisfy himself. Cecil could tell that she is angry now. "I'm sorry..." He said, he really didn't mean to hurt her, but he was feeling the pain. "I don't mean it like that." He reached forth and hugged against her, tighter than he had done before. "I just can't stomach them doing those things to you because I want to." He said it right then and there. "Ever since coming back I've been having thoughts. I am so happy to see you however I am thinking other things. Other things I want to do to your body." He still didn't let her go. "I want to be the one flirting with you, groping you, receiving a blowjob for you and I want to be the one fucking you. I'm sorry that I shouldn't be having these thoughts because I'm our brother, but I can't stop thinking about it." He lightened his hold on her a little. "Please Sara... I don't want to lose you. I'll do anything for you." Sara’s expression softened as he apologized, letting him hug her as he explained, feeling his arms wrapped around her and holding her tightly. As he spoke however and gave her his explanation her eyes widened. What was he saying? Yet she shouldn’t really be surprised, not after how he touched her back at the club... that certainly hadn’t been brotherly.“Cecil... you know we can’t” she said, not sounding disgusted or upset with him, but just stating facts. It didn’t matter what they wanted, it was wrong! They were brother and sister. How many times had she told herself that while growing up, fighting through the crush she had on him? She had never imagined she would be saying the same back to him. As he held tightly on to her, she tried to move herself away, but he held on so tight... when he grips lessened she's starting to push away more, looking back at him. “You won’t lose me, I promise.” He cared about her more than anything in the world. He tried his best to contain his lust but the last two days had been nothing but torture for him. Even if she ended up rejecting him because of it. He had to let it all out. He was going crazy because of it." I know we can't. But I can't contain myself." Her response had not been unexpected. But at the same time she was not that adverse to the idea of it. His hands were no longer under his control as he moved under her dress, now groping her butt like how he wanted he. He pressed his lips against hers. "Let me make love to you." He said to her, surprisingly enough he no longer blushed. He wasn't trying to hide anything anymore, he was in love with her, and she already knew that. Furthermore, he tongues pushed into her mouth, tasting every corner of it. "You are so sweet." It looked as if he wanted to do her right then and there, but then he pulled back. Giving her a chance to respond to him and maybe to move to a more private location. “Cecil!” She said as he became more bold rather than backing off like she had hoped. His hands snuck under her dress and grabbed at her round ass. She was going to protest again, but his lips stopped her, roughly pressed against hers. His tongue pushed past her lips, leaving her breathless when he did pull away. She felt flushed with arousal, but she had to fight those thoughts, pushing against his chest.“Look, let’s just go to bed, I think maybe you have bad too much to drink” she said, trying to stop him still as they headed towards more and more dangerous territory. He was getting hotter by the moment, and her lack of resistance, had only given him courage to go on further. It took her pushing against his chest for him to wake up from it all. He was now groping her body and kissing her like a lover would." Yes... yes I'm sorry." He said as he pulled back, the taste of her lips, the feeling of her body should have satisfied him. But Cecil found himself wanting more. He escorted her upstairs to her room. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess." He gave her another kiss, this time on the lips. He showered and tried to go to sleep in his room, but he couldn't stop those thoughts, eventually he threw away his blankets and got up, trying to sneak into her room to see what she was doing. Furthermore, he backed off finally, just when she thought he wouldn’t listen. Was she a little... disappointed? Sara ignored that feeling for now, feeling conflicted herself. She fixed her dress and walked with him up to her room, a quiet laying between them for now. When they reached the door to her room she turned to face him, surprised by yet another kiss on the lips, though this time much less aggressive. “Tomorrow... good night” she said in return, looking back at him before going into her room. She showered and dressed for bed, putting on a silky night gown. Laying in bed, she didn’t find sleep easily. She was thinking of her brother, what he had said, what they could do together... why did he have to be her brother? If he were anyone else, she would jump him in a heartbeat, she would even want him to stick around for more than just a one-night stand. He was perfect, and her off limits. Sara couldn’t help herself as she thought about her brother, her hand moving down her body, coming between her legs. She could feel the dampness already there... While thinking of her brother she started to touch herself, moaning softly as she rubbed her sensitive clit. Sneaking around, something he hated doing, especially on his sister. Yet he opened her door quietly before going into her room to see what she was doing. He didn't know whether he should be relieved or angered. Relieved that she was pleasing herself after he had been initiating on her? Or angry because she denied not only him, but herself as well." Sara..." He said softly, regretting the fact that he sneaked in, but he didn't want to startle or surprise her. He was dressed just in his boxers and he climbed onto her large bed. "It's just not fair you know. That other guys get to have you, yet I can't." There was no holding him back this time, not after he had struggled to go to sleep but didn't. He moved her hand onto his cock through his boxers. "Do you see how hard you make me?" He lifted her gown as his hand moved to hers that was pleasing herself. "Let me please you." He kissed her once more and his fingers moved to stroke her pussy, feeling her wetness. Sara was startled when she opened her eyes to see her brother standing there, dressed in only his boxers. He climbed onto the bed with her, taking her hand and holding it there against his erection. God, he was getting so hard to say no to him, now he had her in a position where she was more turned on, already working towards an orgasm. Now here he was, trying again to get her to concede, to let him make love to her. Sara moves her hand away, moving to push her gown back down and scoot away from him after he touched her wet pussy, even though she wanted him to continue.“Cecil, please!” She pleaded “you know it isn’t right, no matter what we want. What if someone found out? It isn’t right, please don’t ask me again” she said one last time, because if he asked again she didn’t know if she had it in her to refuse. She still wasn't onboard with it. But Cecil's mind was already made. "I know it isn't right. But don't think I can live another day like today. It's painful to watch you do those things with others. I don't have anything against it. But for me to excluded simply because I'm your brother? Am I worth less than them?" It should be the opposite, he should have at least a better standing than just some bartender and bouncer." It's okay, we'll keep it a secret. No one will know." He paused for a moment. "And one of my friends from university is fucking his half sister. He somehow mentioned it once when he was drunk. And Catherine..." One of their older siblings. "I heard she's into dogs." He didn't have evidence for it, but more than one relative had let it slip. It didn't make what he was doing right, but at this moment he was grasping at anything and everything. "Tell me this Sara, do you want me to? If I was not your brother?" He asked. He seemed to think that he was entitled to her, that as her brother he deserved more than those other men... she didn’t totally follow that logic, but it also hurt her to think that he felt she somehow valued him less, given that couldn’t be further from the truth. “No, not at all, don’t say that Cecil. I love you more than anyone else” she said, needing him to know that. He then tried to justify it to her. No one would know, he knew others that did it... the bit about their older sister she didn’t quite believe, but she understood the point. Lots of people had secrets. She didn’t know if him sharing these things made her feel any better though, it was incest!“I... I do, I would be all over you, you’re... well, you’re perfect, Cecil. But... but you are my brother” she said, sounding more and more conflicted as she looked back at him, wanting him but having a hard time taking that step. Once it happened, there was no taking it back, and it wouldn’t be a one time thing. She wouldn’t be able to stop. "And I love you too. You know I don't care about anything, or anyone else other than you. I want you to be happy." He said, though he knew wanting to fuck her was very much a selfish thought. After all she was able to contain herself, but he couldn't." That's all I need to know." He said as he climbed onto her now, his hands pulling her gown over her head before pulling off his boxers, revealing his hard cock to her in the dim moonlight. "I will take you whatever you say. I know you can't just say you'll let me, even if you want me." She was meant to act like the proper lady after all. He guided his cock to her folds. He wanted to lick her all over, to worship her body. But that would be for a different time. He began to ease his member into her, slowly filling her tight pussy with his cock. "Fuck...you're so tight." He moaned, she was every bit as good as he imagined, her body, silky and smooth, curves in all the right places, her face that of a goddess and her pussy, so well and tight. He moaned loudly as he looked into her eyes and began to fuck her. "Tell me Sara... does it feel good?" He groaned louder in pleasure. Her admission to feeling attraction towards him seemed to be taken as permission by him. He pulled her gown off, lifting it over her head, leaving her now completely naked underneath him. Her eyes looked down as he removed his boxers as well, Sara looking at her brothers cock for the first time, erect and sitting there between her legs. “Cecil... please” she said again, except this time she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for. For him to fuck her, or to stop? It didn’t really matter, he was going to stop. She felt the thick head of his cock pressing up against her wet pussy, gasping as he started to press himself into her. It didn’t hurt that he was well-endowed, his cock stretching her tight pussy as he filled her. He started to fuck her, Sara unable to control herself as she moaned in pleasure, his thrusts making her breasts bounce. “Y-yes... fuck, it feels good” she admitted, not about to lie. Maybe for now she could just pretend he wasn’t her brother, but someone unrelated. She wanted to enjoy herself, it felt so good! His cock felt like it was made for her pussy, it was incredible and any resistance she had left melted away. Once he was in her there was no stopping either of them. It felt so good to be in her. And now that his large cock filled her tight pussy she couldn't get enough of it either. "Then let me please you. Let me fuck you like how a woman should fuck." He kissed her, passionately, different to the possessive kiss he had before, but he wasn't holding back either, very much how he would kiss a lover. Contrary to her belief, he wasn't pretending that she wasn't his sister. He wasn't the type to pretend, and somehow, the fact that he was fucking Sara, someone who he shouldn't fuck, the taboo aspect only made it hotter. His hands shifted over to her breasts, groping her softly as he continued to plow her yielding pussy. "You're perfect. Another time, I will use my tongue to please you." He promised her. "But tonight.... I want you to suck on my cock after I'm finished with you. You have been teasing me so much after all." He teased her, he didn't care if she'd do it, as long as she was in his arms, his cock nested in her pussy, he didn't want to be anywhere else. Sara tried to compartmentalize, to separate her brother from what he was doing. It wasn’t easy, though, and she was quickly finding that she didn’t want to... this was Cecil! The man she compared everyone else to, the person she admired more than anyone else in the world. She looked back at him as he fucked her, and she could see the pleasure she felt reflected on his face. How could something that felt so good be wrong? Sara kissed him back, her hips rocking back to meet his thrusts, pushing him harder and deeper into her tight pussy. “What ever... what ever you want, just... just don’t stop” she said breathlessly, agreeing to anything he wanted, she just wanted to keep feeling his cock. She knew he had her hooked, and even as he mentioned eating her out next time, she was also thinking about what all they could do together. A new spin on brother and sister bonding. "That's my sister, I know you will give me what I want. And I won't stop, not until you're satisfied." He moaned out. He had planned to pull out and fuck her doggy style, but both his urgency and hers meant that even that few seconds of not feeling the pleasure was too much to bear." Fuck... I'm going to cum in you Sara, you're going to let me? Let your brother's seed overflow your womb?" From the way he was thrusting, he surely was getting close, and he didn't plan to hold back one bit. His hands pinched at her nipples, groping her rougher than before as he kissed her once more, a sloppy kiss that shifted to him kissing down her chin and her neck. "I want to kiss every bit of your body Sara, like how a goddess should be worshiped." Sara was becoming more and more lost in pleasure, each thrust eliciting gasps and moans, her plump lips hanging open as she looked up at him with a glazed expression on her face. “Ohhh I want you to cum, please cum! Right... right there, cum in me, Cecil!” She cried out, encouraging him as she gave in completely to how he made her feel. She did want him, she wanted to feel his cock pulse inside of her, to know she had gotten him off. Furthermore, she was on birth control, it was fine... He wasn’t the only one close to climax. Sara could feel herself coming closer, already worked up from touching herself, and now she had her brother fucking her like no one had ever fucked her before, pinching her sensitive nipples and driving her back against him even more, of course she was about to cum! Her moans only grew louder, practically screaming before finally it was too much for her to take, her body exploding in pleasure as she came hard around his cock, her body gripping and milking him for all it was worth. He didn't know whether she was on birth control, yet he didn't care about all that. Not right now anyway. He was a cautious person, but Sara had him throw all that out as he was right now fucking his younger sister and about to cum in her. "Fuck... I'm cumming." He grunted loudly in pleasure before the next moment, he seed flooded into her, filling her tight folds as he gradually slowed down and then collapsing upon her. Cecil's arms wrapped around her tightly but not so in an uncomfortable way. "I want us to be like this forever, just you and I." He said softly to her as they bathed in the afterglow of the sex. He wasn't done with her yet and seeing how she was earlier, he doubted she was done with him either. But both needed a break for now. He gradually pulled his cock out of her pussy but still hugged against her, he expected himself to wake from the insanity he was in, to realize what he had just done, but he had not, he had only fallen further in love with her. Her legs wrapped around him as he came, holding her there against him, almost as if to make sure not a single drop was wasted. Her body greedily took his cum until he was spent, Sara left to take a deep breath as she held on to him in return. “Me too:... me too” she said softly in response, she never wanted this moment to end, and at that moment it didn’t matter that they were related. It felt so incredible, she would never be able to say no to him. She didn’t want to. Sara curled up against him as his cock slipped free of her now well-used pussy, fortunately no cum leaking out after him. She turned to look at him, surprised that she didn’t feel guilt over what they had just done. “I love you, Cecil” she said, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, hoping that now he understood just how deep her love and devotion for him went. He gave her a smile, despite what he had done with her, he now felt not guilt, in fact he felt energized, as if he had something new to live for now. He had always wanted a good life for the two of them, not just one without money problems as they would never have that being born rich. But he wanted a life where they achieve whatever they wanted to. And one of the first things was to get the inheritance, and whatever careers pursuits the two wanted to do. He felt even closer to her now after having just literally came in her." I love you too Sara." He said softly, though those words he felt he should only say once he had given her the life she wanted. His lips pressed back against hers tenderly for another kiss. "We still have a lot of work out for us, but I'll be there all the way with you, as I'm sure you'll be there for me." He smiled as he leaned to touch his nose against hers and nuzzle against her. He never wanted this moment to end, but he did want to make her do what he asked earlier. "So you want to go to sleep now? Or you want to suck on that cock of mine?" Cecil himself, was still ready for more. Sara kissed him back, any thoughts about this being wrong again receding to the back of her mind. “Always” she said in a soft voice as he said she would be there for him. She would do anything for her brother, she had always known that. She didn’t doubt he would do the same for her. Furthermore, she loved him more than anyone or anything else.“MMM I think I could stay up a bit later” she said, giving him a smirk and one last kiss before pushing him to the side, onto his back so he could relax as she moved down his body, kissing along his skin until she came to his cock, which she licked from the base to the head of his cock, dragging her tongue along his complete length until she took him between her plump lips. Furthermore, she had told her about giving that bartender a blow job, she wanted him to see that she would gladly do the same for him. "Mummy... In that case we'll stay up a bit more." He kissed her back passionately, still euphoric from the climax that the two of them just shared. He wondered if she had said that in the heat of the moment or actually meant it. Seeing her like that he smirked at her as he watched her kiss down his body and eventually take his cock into her mouth." Mhmm... Just like that my dear." He moaned as she moved his hand to her head running through her hair as he was so happy to receive the blow job that he had so wanted. "You're so good." He groaned in pleasure. Sara planned on showing him just how good she was. The boundaries in her mind slipped away as instead she focused on her brothers cock, giving him a blow job like any lover would, attentive and loving with every touch. She took her time, her tongue first circling the head of his cock, polishing the tip with her tongue before sinking her head lower, taking more of his cock into her mouth. She was happy to hear he was pleased, telling her how good she was. Furthermore, she looked up at him, looking at his face as she started to bob her head more. He only moaned louder as she thoroughly and slowly licked his cock and then took him into her mouth. Feeling her move up and down his cock while looking into his eyes, he moved a hand held her lightly but didn't interfere with her movements." Mhmmm... You're going to have me cum in no time if you keep this up." He told her while starting to occasionally pump his cock into her mouth until he moved both his hands in their place on her head and began to slowly fuck her face, thrusting his length and burying its entirety within her. Sara sucked and lavished his cock with attention. It was nothing like the lazy blow job she had given that bartender, or any other guy she had been with, actually. She wanted him to feel special and loved, worshiping his cock. At first, she started out slow, but as he started to pump his cock into her mouth himself she began to increase her pace slightly, bobbing her head, saliva starting to drip down to the base of his cock, some down her chin as well. She let him take control when he gripped her head, beginning to thrust into her mouth. Sara couldn’t help but gag slightly as he buried his entire cock in her mouth, now pressing into her throat, but she was able to take him all, looking up at him with watery eyes from the effort. Cecil moaned, he didn't know just what she'd done with blowing other guys, but he couldn't imagine her giving them a better time than what she was giving him. Her mouth, wet and hot, sucking on his cock worshiping him before increasing her pace and bobbing her head, taking all she could into him." Oh... Sara..." He moans only became louder as time went on, his hands now held onto her head as he began to shove his cock down further into her, making her take his cock down her throat as he filled her all the way. "Stop me if it is too much." He was aware of potentially discomfort that he could cause her, but she seemed to not mind it. He continued to pump his shaft into her mouth for a few more minutes before he is hands let go of her head to give control back to her. "I'm going to cum soon...." He told her. "Where would you want me?" He asked, wanting to hear her say just where she desired to his seed to be spilled. Sara didn't ask him to stop, she didn't want him to. She wanted to push herself to her limit for him, and while he thrust into her mouth she even moved her head down to meet him, pushing him even deeper. When he did eventually let go of her head, she took over once more, but she didn't slow the pace. She bobbed her head on his cock, going from keeping him in her mouth and lavishing the head of his cock with attention to taking him deep into her throat. She wanted to make him cum. She only stopped when he asked her where, taking that moment to catch her breath and pull her head away, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his dick. "I want to you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum" she told him, her hand stroking his cock, covered in his saliva. After just a moment her mouth was on his cock again, this time she wouldn't be backing away until she had a stomach full of cum. He watched her as even after his rather rough face fucking of her, she didn't let up a moment as she had gotten back to sucking hard on his cock. "MMM... fuck... I can't hold back." He spoke between his moans. He wondered if Sara felt good that he was able to bring her brother to such a desperate moment on the verge of his climax. He hardly heard what she had said as she kept on sucking on his cock for a bit longer before using her hand to stroke his member milking at his seed. "Fuck..." He let out a loud scream as he came, shooting his load into her mouth his seed splattering onto her tongue as more jets of his semen filled her mouth, his cock throbbing in her hand. Cecil took awhile to come down from his high, his hand moved to stroke her hair before he reached to pull her up next to him. "You're amazing Sara..." He told her. Sara made sure to catch every last drop of his seed, tasting it on her tongue before she swallowed. Some still dripped out of the corner of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she couldn’t quite keep up. When he finished she licked his cock one last time, cleaning off his cock before pulling her head away, licking her lips. She crawled back up the bed, laying against him, nuzzling close. “Funny, I was going to say the same” she said with a laugh, kissing the skin of his chest under where she rested her head. “I'm so happy to have you back, and while I never would have imagined this... I don’t regret anything” she told him, surprising herself some, but that was the truth. He watched her swallow his cum, in such an erotic fashion that he had never seen a girl ever do. "Oh Sara..." He smiled at her as he watched her gulp down his seed and then start to lick at his cock before cleaning his member and then finally laying down next to him." Oh... you think I'm amazing for desperately shooting my load into your mouth?" He chuckled, liking to describe what he had done in graphical detail." I didn't imagine this would happen either. But I'm glad that it did. Now we could focus on what really matters." He pulled her closely to him. "But that'll be for tomorrow. I think we'll both get some good rest. Then we'll discuss our next steps. We need to bring our other brothers and sisters in line." He said as he gave her forehead a soft kiss before slowly falling asleep. “That, among other reasons” she said with a laugh, blushing at his choice of words, though it was the truth! She knew there was more to come, and she couldn’t help but feel excited to explore this new development in their relationship. It would be their little secret...“Good night, Cecil” she said, settling in against him, her body pressed close. He said tomorrow they would discuss next steps, putting their siblings in line. She wanted to see that happen, and she was excited to work towards that with him. She wondered just what he had in mind, but they would discuss it tomorrow. For now, she let her body relax, sleeping quickly taking her thanks to just how relaxed he made her. Soon they were both sleeping together, wrapped in each other’s arms. The next morning she didn’t wake up early like she normally did, instead sleeping in with him, resting soundly. He'd keep this secret, though how much they can fool the staff with it? Surely they'd pick up upon it. Hopefully it won't be a huge issue. He may need to screen the staff and make sure that they were loyal and send off anyone potentially dangerous. Cecil woke late in the morning, but Sara was still asleep. He guessed that today they'd skip out on the run. After the "exercise" they had the previous day, maybe it wasn't needed. He leaned over and stroked her face gently, find the content look on her face very cute. He'd do anything to keep her happy like that. He thought of fucking her awake, but thought that he shouldn't indulge himself too much on her. They just had sexed the previous night. He laid back and simply hugged against her, lazily waiting for her to wake up as he didn't want to have her wake up to an empty bed, besides it was normal for him to sleep in. Sara slept wonderfully, and when she did slowly start to wake up it was to her brothers continued embrace, and that made her feel so comfortable and relaxed. Slowly her eyes opened smiling at him as she saw him laying there alongside her, already awake.“Mmm good morning” she said, yawning and stretching out, extending her body much like a cat. “I hope you slept well, I know I did” she said with a smile, shifting herself, leaning in to give him a kiss. It seemed her mind didn’t change from the night before, still happy with this new change in their relationship. He moved his arms out of the way the she had woken up, extending her arms and stretching. "Good morning., I've slept the best I had in a long time." He said, it was night and day compared to the previous night when he was struggling with the thought having sex with her and being called up early." I suppose we're not going to go for a run today? Well we could go for a walk and then eat breakfast. I was thinking." He said looking into her eyes. Their relationship really didn't change that much, he had always cared for her the most, it was only that she was now both his sister and his lover." Do you want us to discuss it over breakfast or after?" He wondered what her thoughts were on how to approach the issue, it wasn't going to be easy, and they'd no doubt need to get their hands dirty to do this. "Mummy I like the sound of that, but maybe a shower first?" she suggested, enjoying the idea of a nice, intimate shower together. What a perfect way to start the day. Sara hadn't been in many relationships, most weren't very serious and none lasted long. She had just never felt that connected to someone. It didn't mean that she didn't want a relationship, though. She had thought about how nice it would to have someone, to feel that kind of romantic love. Now with Cecil, she was having those feelings. It excited her, made her want to spend as much time with him as possible. As scared as she had been by this last night, now she was just excited." We can talk about it over breakfast, sounds like perfect breakfast conversation to me. I can't wait to see what we can come up with... it's time we start standing up for ourselves" she said, feeling pretty eager to get into their planning. While he was gone she had felt that there was nothing she could do about the unfairness that took place. Her father favored the children of his first wife in a way that was not right or fair, all because they so easily took advantage of him with their manipulation. It was time the two youngest finally stepped up to take what was theirs. He smiled at her. "A shower together?" He asked, she had implied it and Cecil was more than willing to do just that. He finally got up from the bed and pulled her up with him, leading them over to the bathroom in Sara's room. Furthermore, he adjusted the temperature of the shower just right before leading her into the shower. Furthermore, he pinned her against the glass instantly as he kissed her on the lips. "You know, I've not done this with anyone else before." He said, regarding the shower as he reached for the sponge and body wash to start helping run down her body." I have a few ideas. But you'll need to help me. As you know... I tend to come up with less than right ways of exploiting the situation." He had always been someone who appeared to abide by the rules then try to subvert it without people knowing. But given the situation with their siblings that may be the only way. "Yes, together" she said with a laugh, leaning over to give him a kiss before they climbed out of bed together, Sara accepting his help up. They walked into her bathroom, the large walk in shower perfect for a romantic couple, with plenty of room, even a spot to sit that could easily be put to use... The water came from multiple direction, a luxurious shower designed just for her. Once the water was warm she stepped inside, pleased when she was immediately pinned against the glass wall, his lips on hers. "Never?" she said in surprise, looking back at him as he started to wash her off. "Well, the best part about being in the shower... is you can get as dirty as you want, and conveniently get clean at the same time... what do you think, want to try it?" she whispered into his ear as she stood close, kissing along his jaw line. "Here... I can start" she said, and she sank down onto her knees in the shower, not holding back as she reached out for his cock, stroking him and leaning in to give him another long lick, apparently hungry for him again, wanting more after last night. He had wondered if she had other intentions when it came to the shower. He smirked at her suggestion. "Alright then." He couldn't believe that she was wanting to suck on his cock once more. He moaned in pleasure at her licking though he took this chance to thrust his member into her mouth." Oh. You're being naughty today. " He moaned in pleasure." I'll tell you what I had planned. "He smiled as he watched her attend to his cock." Once you get me hard I want you to get up and face away from me... Then I'm going to fuck that tight and of yours. "He wondered if she had taken it up there before. Either way it wasn't going to stop him. She was the one that suggested they do something dirty after all. Sara looked up at him, her mouth full of his cock as he told her just what he wanted, telling her that he was going to fuck her ass. "I haven't done that before" she said, pulling her mouth away from his cock for a moment. "I'm not saying I won't!" she clarified "I want you to fuck my ass, to have you be the first for something... but I just want to make sure you know to be gentle." Sara was excited to be able to give that to him, even if it did make her a little nervous. He would be careful, though, and she knew that all she had to do was trust him. She took his cock into her mouth again, sucking on him until he was hard again, and a little bit longer after that as she just seemed to enjoy herself. When she was finished she did as she was told, turning away from him just as he had asked. A smile crept on his face. He hadn't thought on whether she had taken a cock up her ass before. Though he would not be one bit surprised if he wasn't his first. Still he was delighted when she mentioned that he'd be her first. "Oh I will be gentle. I don't want you to get hurt and never wanting to do it again." Cecil told her while watched her continued to suck on his cock. Though right now he was thinking about what he could do with her next rather than focusing on that. He couldn't resist the urge to grab onto her head and then shove his cock into her mouth, pushing down her throat as he took her a few times. His cock was rock her when he pulled his member out of her." Alright Sara... why don't you assume your position now." He asked her while pulling her up to face him before turning her around, showing her just what position he wanted her to be in. Sara was wet with anticipation as she turned around, turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder, her hair wet and sticking to her skin, water dripping down her body. She leaned against the wall slightly, her hands bracing herself there as she stuck her round ass out slightly, right there for him to do with as he pleased." Like this?" she asked with a smirk, giving her ass a playful shake. She was a little nervous, sure, but above all she was excited to share this with him. It felt good to be able to give him something, sharing this particular first. Cecil watched, despite knowing just how her naked body looked and how it felt. He was still struck by just how beautiful she was as she moved about to tease him, moving to shake her butt. She would make any man the luckiest person on the planet and Cecil was glad that it got to be him. "Just like that my dear." He said as he moved his hand over to her butt, stroking her softly before giving her a loud spank. He moved his cock to push against her back entrance, but then shifted over to her pussy, thrusting into her and pumping her a few times before pulling out to then press it against her ass once more."Are you ready?" He asked her before starting to push his cock into her ass. He was slow, not wanting her to feel too much discomfort by just plowing her roughly. "Tell me if it's too much." He leaned over and breathed into her ear. Sara watched as he moved to stand behind her, feeling the head of his cock as it pressed against her virgin asshole, though thankfully he didn't just push right in. Instead, he sank his cock into her pussy, making her gasp as she braced herself against the shower wall. It gave him plenty of lubrication, her pussy wet in anticipation, something she would be thankful in a moment. After his few thrusts in her pussy, his cock shifted up, returning to his main target. She shifted a little uncomfortably, feeling nervous, but not so much that she would change her mind." Yeah.... yeah, I'm ready" she said, nodding her head. He started to push his cock into her ass after that. At first, he would have to apply plenty of pressure before her tight asshole would give away. She gasped as she felt the thick head of his cock pressing into her tight ass. "Just... go slow, okay" she said again, unable to help but wince as her ass stretched to accept his cock. He still couldn't quite believe what was happening right now. He was going to be the first to fuck Sara's tight ass. Furthermore, he moaned as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her, making sure to be slow with her. She had not told him to stop though and her ass... it felt exquisite, clenching around his cock perfectly as he pushed deeper into her most forbidden hole." Fuck..." He moaned louder as his cock filled her more and more. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this ass." He said as he filled her ass completely now and his hand gave her a few loud spanks. "And spanking it." He smirked, he let her get used to the size of his intrusion in her butt before moving again, slowly pulling out of her before then slowly pushing back into her once more. He began to take her slowly with controlled passion, not the pounding that he had given her pussy the night before." How does it feel knowing your brother is currently in your ass?" He leaned near her ear and asked her.

Blue Blood Is Thicker Than Water __Qt-Pollydactle__|rating:3.0

The Drunken Galleon [Pirate Tavern Roleplay] [Open and Accepting]

In the Early 16th century, Grog Dens Such as this were Commonly Placed in most ports, Such as Port Royal and Tortuga. Pirates and Navy men alike come here to Drink themselves away. Grog, beer, Wine, and Spirits were already being commonly smuggled around, and Most Taverns have Found a Way to Haggle 'Other Products' from Sailors and Seamen alike. With piracy now Common place, most Tavern Owners have to Hire Mercenaries to Protect their Taverns. I am the Priority of one Such Tavern. The Names Elijah Evergreen, but you can call me Gold Tooth. The Drunken Galleon is my Place of Business. May not look like much, but it's the best damn Watering hole on this side of Isle de Cruix. All are Welcomed, be ya A Pirate looking for a night or two with a Wench, or a Navy men looking for something to lift his heart up. Though most pirates prefer Loot for Themselves, most pirates might, for a Price, Let you in on a Prime Spot for a Big Score, such as Large Doubloons, Pieces of Eight, Gold, and Other Untold Riches. With these you would be Set for life, so do you think the Risk is worth it? Gambling is the Sport of Kings, and Each man within the Tavern has Gained and lost Untold riches to the Risky sport. Will you Rise up to be Top Dog at this Tavern? Or will you fall flat on your ass? Welcome to the Drunken Galleon, Whether you come to Drink, or to gamble, You will end up Loose all your money. Here are the Rules of the Tavern.1. No Nodding or Power moving.2. No Killing off other Characters without the Owners Permission.3. No making yourself super rich or Notorious, You must keep yourself to a Certain level.4. Send me the Profile and post :fees: Somewhere so I know you read the rules.5. Post the Profiles yourself.6. I will have jobs for Carries. There Is Waitress, Bartender, Bouncer, and Card Dealer. If you wish for a Job, let me know.7. Post More than 2 Sentences, I can Understand writer's block, but not all the Time. Also speak in 3rd person. Here are the Skeletons Name :Age : [Lowest is 18]Ship : [Optional, and if you have one, Put the name]class : [Pirate, navy, or just a Civilian]Rank :[Only for Pirate and Navy, such as First mate or Captain]Bio : [At least a Paragraph.] Pic :Here is my Skeleton. Name : Elijah 'Gold Tooth' Evergreen Age : 26Ship : The El Dorado Class : Pirate Bar-owner. Rank : Captain. Bio : Elijah is The owner of the Drunken Galleon, and a rich one at that. He has Stasis of loot that helps him Keep up his place, and is able to Pay off a Guard or two turn away from little unslinging. His ship the "El Dorado" is Nicknamed after the City of gold because it is Rumored he once Went there, hence his Vast Wealth. Pic : Name : Scarlett Aurora Marque Age : Twenty Ship : Scarlett's Revenge Class : Pirate Rank : Captain Bio : Scarlett's always been the type of girl to be off on her own. When she was sixteen both her parents died of disease, so she was instantly forced to leave the area from not having a penny to her name. So her and her fiancé left on his ship and traveled the Caribbean together for four years. But tragedy struck and a group of Pirates heading from Havana deciding to steal everything on Scarlett and her Alexanders ship. But Alexander wouldn't let that happen. So he got in a fight with the captain of the pirate ship and ended up dying of a fatal wound. They took everything on the ship and threw Alexander over the side. Scarlett was then left alone, by herself in the middle of the Caribbean. So in order to get the ship fixed up she traveled here in search of a job to fix up her ship and set sail again. Luckily she got a waitress job at the Drunken Galleon. Pic : Name: Diablo Luciferase: 20Ship: I don't have one Class: Pirate Rank: I'm a lone pirate Bio: Diablo has been on his own since he was twelve, he often took refuge to the sea and loved to do just that. He's helped himself survive and get money, and learned to fight by himself. He's been toughened by being alone, and he doesn't take crap from people, he's had friends here and there, but they always seem to die after meeting him. Furthermore, he has no one ship, commandeering ships as he goes to a new place then gets rid of the ship, he hides them so he knows where to find them. But he's not very lucky in the sense that he always gets into a cannon fight and gets his ship blown to bits then he has to get to the closest island and stay there until he can steal a ship. That's how he wound up here in the town where the drunken galleon is. Pic: Announcement for the Role-play and to its members. If we do not get one more member within the week, we will start. If you know anyone that might wish to join, please ask them. Goldtooth. ---------- Elijah was Inside His tavern, playing Poker with other Navel men and Sea-men. He was merrily Singing the Oldest Pirate Song in the book. "Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest--Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest--Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!" The mate was fixed by the beaus'n's pike, The beaus'n brained with a marlinspike, And Cooked's throat was marked belief had been gripped By fingers ten;And there they lay, All good dead manlike break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! " He sang, he took a Swing of his grog, then sucked in air for another verse. Scarlett went around the tavern tending to the orders of all the men and women inside, though it was mostly men. When it came time for her break she went to the back of the room and leaned against the wall, sighing softly as her long black hair fell in her green eyes. At the moment she was wearing her usual outfit (The one in her picture). And looked to seem pretty tired from her long day of working. She made her way over to the bar, getting her usual drink and listening to the owner sing a song. She sometimes sang in the tavern, but her pirate songs were more darker than the happy life loving pirate songs. He Stopped for a Moment. Outside he could hear a Commotion. "Scarlett, watch over the Tavern, I'm going to go and check this out" He told her, the pulled out a Peppermint Musket.[Peppermint Musket. Aka A Sawed off Version of a Shotgun, except that it has 8 Holes. Pirates usefully Carried them to Stave off Riots.] Name : Rye Le'Aux Age : 28 Ship : Devil's Dream class : Pirate Rank : Captain Bio : Rye turned to piracy at the tender age of fifteen. His parents had been law-abiding aristocrats. Nobles. Important people of the society they had lived in and Rye followed in their footsteps perfectly. Until soldiers marched on Malaise de Vespen, the name of Rye's large mansion, with orders from the French royal family. The charges against Rye's family was treason. An outrageous claim and unfounded claim. There was no trial, Rye's parents and all the servants were executed then and there. Rye ran, not even sure how he managed to escape. He fled towards the sea. He stowed away on a ship, though he was found. It was a pirate ship, but instead of tossing him overboard the captain put him to work. Took him under his wing so to speak. To this day he still does not know why his family was charged, though, he never thinks about such depressing things anymore. Pic : Scarlett gave a slight nod and went behind the bar. In truth, she only went there to look out from the small window that was there. It had a perfect view of the beautiful ocean. The setting sun made the view even better as her emerald eyes sparkled at the scene. "A pirates' life for me." She whispered, signing in a dreaming tone. Her French accent could clearly show in her voice, for she was from the French city of Port-de-Paix but moved to Tortuga when she was seven. She knew Spanish as well as French from traveling the Caribbean, but French was her soul language. Though she usually spoke English, at times she would speak French when upset. She looked out to the harbor, knowing her ship was sitting a little further down it and that she had almost enough money to fix it. At the moment the ship was her home, so every night after work she'd go back to it and sleep in the captains cabin. Gold tooth looked at a New Ship in the Harbor. "Huh, I wonder who has the Pieces of Eight to buy that sort of work.....damn, it looks like a Frigate, yet is built like a War ship." He said to himself, then moved up towards it, he noticed that on the side of the Ship, he saw the name 'Devils Dream' Written on it. "Perfect name, I guess."[Sorry if this is God-moving dry :sweat: But honestly, I'm quiet low on ideas right now. Only just woke up] ][lol This is a long post...and.it's fine to god mod against NPCs it's just other players you shouldn't do that to. Cause players like to be able to react or try to react to what's happening to their characters. AND seeing my ship isn't god mod, god modding only really happens in fights.][The Devil's Dream. And gods was it a dream. Its sails were a dusky gray color and the wood of the boat only a shade darker than its sails. It sailed like a dream, fast despite its size, and the flag that it flew was none other than a good old Jolly Roger. Furthermore, it was manned by a rather large crew, but Rye didn't have trouble keeping them in line. They respected him, over half owed their lives to him. He was without a first mate though. This ship was hell on water to any who met her under hostile conditions. Rumors said that she had sunk over a thousand ships... But...that was just rumors. Rye would say he'd sunk maybe twenty, but that was pirate modesty. It was a ship anyone could be proud of, a ship that could spark the fire of lust and greed. Rye couldn't tell anyone the number of times bandits and rogue pirates had tried to steal his lovely ship, none had not been successful. It was a big ship, it took a rather large crew to sail her, rogue pirates and bandits weren't organized enough to have that many people in on a theft. That and certain crew members always stayed on board when they made port to guard the lovely thing. The bored was lowered, connecting ship to pier and Rye sauntered off as if he didn't have a care in the world. Rye wasn't rich, nor was he the most notorious of all the seas, he didn't command notoriety, he commanded respect. Rye stepped off onto the pier, and glanced about. He grinned as he noticed the man looking at his ship, he moved to stand next to the man and turned to pass an admiring eye over his ship. "Isn't she gorgeous?" "She's a But, alright. Damn Near as Beautiful as My El Dorado." He looked around it. "Hey, Seriously, what Class is this ship? A Frigate or a War-ship? Honestly I can't tell." He told him, putting away his musket. "Thing is built like a Frigate but armed to the tip like a War-ship, its damn near the perfect boat." Rye grinned. "She's a little bit of both and something else. She glides across the water faster than a ship her size should. Amazing thing she is." He eyed the man for a moment. "It's alright to look, but don't touch her. My crew gets a bit paranoid when strangers touch her." He had laughed a bit and clapped the man on the shoulder in a friendly way. Then he turned and started to make his way towards the Drunken Galleon to get himself a drink. A few members of Rye's crew headed down off the ship and scattered. Probably going to enjoy some of the carnal pleasures of making landfall. Scarlett left the bar area and went to the entrance door of the cabin. She poked her head out and saw the owner talking with a man next to a very beautiful ship, one that made her ship look small and pitiful. Though in reality her ship was 3/4 the size of his. Her ship was a Frigate, so it was a shame that it wasn't out at sea. After Alexander was killed she had gotten herself a new crew (from Alexander's crew being killed.)) And then set sail here to be in search of a job. At the moment her crew was off enjoying their relaxation time, for until the boat was ready to set sail they could be off having the time of their life. Scarlett was already fairly close to having the boat repaired completely, since a few of the crew still slept in the crews quarters below deck and helped her with the repairs when she had the money. In all her ship had only taken down three other ships, mostly because they didn't sink the ships, just stole their loot. And most of the time they sailed in areas that most ships weren't seen in. After dividing the plunder when they arrived here, she didn't have enough money to repair the ship all at once. But in one weeks time she'd have enough to set sail by the following Sunday. She left the door and glided bast the wooden circular tables, yawning slightly as she passed the gamblers and went behind the bar yet again. Since there was no bartender yet, she usually got the men their drinks as well. Diablo was at sea in a war ship that he had stolen and men that he promised would live if they helped him. They agreed willingly enough not wanting to die. They didn't go to the pier yet, they were sailing in to stop, and he'd have the crew sail the ship, whose name he didn't even care to know over to an unseen cove that he knew exactly where to find it. Then he'd get it when he was ready to. He found his way to the drunken Galleon and sat at the back corner of the room where there was a table, not really there to drink or gamble, just relax after a couple of weeks at sea. Gold tooth walked into his Tavern, then Ushered the Shipowner to the Bar. "First Round is on me. Scarlett, get this man a Drink, I have to Go and Bring up my El Dorado." He said to her, then looked at the man." My Ship is Priceless. I built that ship with my own two hands. Took me forever but I did it." He said, then left. You could see the Crew of the ship walk behind him, armed to the teeth. Rye gave the man a look as he was ushered to the bar. Though he couldn't help but grin when the male bought him the drink. Rye hadn't built his ship, he had inherited her, so to speak. He just laughed lightly and grinned as the man left with his crew to see to his own ship. Those eyes now turned to the barmaid. His eyes roamed over her, approvingly for a moment. Though it was just a moment, then he was grinning at her, his eyes on her face. "I'll have something strong, my sweet." Outside, the El Dorado, A giant Beauty, Came sailing towards the port. It was Massive, Twice the Size of the Devils Dream, and twice the high. It had about 50 or so cannons on each side, and the crew totaled up to 300 Even. He Rowed back to the Tavern and tapped the Captains shoulder. "Now my Ship is a But." He pointed outside.[Ignore the fact that it's floating in thin air XD] Diablo saw the ships and found them to be quite the beauties that he one day wished would be a ship he could captain and have a crew, but right now, he was working alone and stealing ships to get to where he needs to go. He is like the Devil's dream better than the El Dorado, but both were beautiful ships. Scarlett watched the men eyes look her over. "Okay, coming right up." She said, turning around to take out the strongest, and best rum of the house. She poured him a glass and then put the cork back on the rum bottle, turning to the rather handsome man. "Best in the house." She said, giving a small smile and sitting the bottle in front of him. "So you're the man who owns that beautiful ship outside?" She asked, smirking slightly. "I only wish my ship looked that could, but at the moment she's unavailable." She said, giving off a small sigh with her full lips. She turned and got the rum bottle for herself, pouring herself a glass and downing it. When another group of men came up to the bar she started to wait on them when the man missing many teeth started to grab her arm, call her many things that most woman had never even heard of, and then offered to take her back to his ship. "Not for a million gold pieces! Vous écu me sale (You filthy scum)" She said, smacking the men arm away. She rolled her eyes and glared at him in disgust. "Some men just think they can do whatever they want in a tavern." She muttered, her French accent coming out strong as she spoke. "Thanks." Rye took the drink gratefully and knocked it back rather quickly, sitting the empty cup down just in time to get tapped by the man from earlier, Rye had stood and turned, peering out the open doors of the Tavern and shrugged. "A bit too big for my liking, but she is beautiful. Puts my Dream to shame, she does." Rye's laughter filled eyes turned hard for a moment, and he looked to the man that had grabbed the barmaid. He made a soft noise of disgust, but it seemed the barmaid could handle herself and his assistance wasn't needed. He sat back down and looked at her. "Most women that work in taverns also sell their bodies to the drunken dogs." Rye was not implying anything, it was just a fact, he found it rather odd that the woman working in this tavern was not that sort of female. He shrugged slightly. "It's what they're used to, so they expect it in every place they go." Diablo noticed the man grab the barmaids arm and found that men where used to the barmaids selling themselves, she seemed to be the exact opposite, she only seemed to be working here to achieve a goal like repair a ship or something like that. He thought about getting a drink, but decided not to. She nodded to the man. "Yes, most do. But I'm not a weak woman looking for dirty money." She said, smirking a bit as he talked of his ship. "She's the perfect size! Hell, you put my ship to shame. She's only about 3/4's the size of yours. But she means the world to me. Unfortunately, she costs the world to be fixed." She smiled. She then poured herself another glass of the rum and looked to the man. "Would you like another?" She asked, raising her left eyebrow. She then looked out the open door to see the owner showing off his rather large ship. "I got my ship from losing a loved one dear to me, I could never afford such a ship as his." She said softly.((Since were sharing ships, here's mine! (: "I inherited my ship from the captain before me. I was his first mate. That was years and years ago though. Still. I am in need of a first mate, myself." He shrugged a bit, when she asked him if he wanted another glass he shook his head a bit. "One glass will do me for now. I prefer to keep my wits about me." He gave a meaningful glance to some men already drunk in the tavern. "I don't think I would be able to bear it if I were stuck on land, the sea is true freedom. You can't find freedom like that anywhere else." He smiled at her. "My fiancé was killed, and so was most of his crew. So it became mine." She said, taking a sip of her rum. "I know, It kills me to not be at sea. And to work with all these men grabbing at me. I find pirates rather amazing people, being one myself. But when their drunk they're just no fun." She said, giving a playful grin. "I almost have my ship repaired, but it will still take another week before I can set sail. Which that reminds me." She said, looking out to the sun. "I should be down here when the sun sets, though I have no clue if the owner wants me to stay longer than usual." She said, her green eyes looking saddened by the idea of staying here longer and being away from her ship. He nodded a bit as he listened and then grinned at her. "If you don't stay longer, look at all the wonderful company you'll be missing." He swept his arm out a bit to indicate the drunken fools in the tavern. "And I'm sure many more will be in when the sun finishes setting." He was only teasing her. Grinning a bit. "Without a lover, I'm sure your bed has turned cold. It wouldn't hurt to have someone help warm it sometimes." It was hard to tell if he was teasing her, or offering to bed her. "Yes, it's got rather cold. But there are no men here usually that set my standards, and a man as fine as yourself is bound to have a wife of some sort." She said, curious to see what the man would say. He was handsome, but she liked men that had a more romancing approach, like how Alexander had romanced her into being his lover, not just asked her. She let out a small laugh. "Oh how I'll miss them when I go out to my harbor home, trust me I can hear them from my captains quarters." She smirked. "With my ship so close, it's a hassle to get back to it for the night without one of those men trying to harass me." She said, letting her emerald eyes roll before glancing back at the man. "May I ask what your name is?" "A wife?" Rye roared with laughter, as if she had just said the funniest thing in the world. "Imagine... A pirate captain with a wife..." He laughed a bit more before finally settling down and shaking his head. He had never known any pirate that had a wife. Oh sure, some men had left their wives to be pirates, but he had never known any that were married, that usually happened when the pirate retired to settle down. "No woman with half a brain would marry a pirate, especially a captain... Women love dashing criminals sure, but they don't love the life that comes with being tied to one...and such hardships I would never wish upon any woman that walks the land." He was smiling at her, and shaking his head slightly as if he couldn't get a funny joke out of it. He cleared is throat a bit. "Ah... My name is Rye Le'Aux." [I have to go. I'll be back a while later though.][She smiled. "I know many men with woman that they left in cities along the Caribbean, always longing to return to them." She said, laughing a little. "But yes, a captain would be hard to marry unless the woman was a pirate herself." She said, then ran her hand through her long black hair. "I'm Scarlett Marque." She said in a velvety tone. "Maybe I'll find someone to share my bed with eventually, but its hard finding someone worthwhile." She said, biting her lip. "Hey Gold tooth, am I allowed to go home now?" She asked, seeing that the sun was now set. Gold tooth looked at her "IL double your pay for tonight if you say just couple hours longer, still trying to find a decent waiter. Honestly, the land-men here an unreasonable. I wish I was back at El-Dorado, that place was every pirate's Paradise....well....at least Pirates who have a mind to enjoy it. I don't mean by the gold, I mean by the Brilliant palm trees, the Friendly villagers, and the kind leaders." He told her. Scarlett sighed. "Will do Sir." She said softly. "And I'll be your waitress until I have enough money to repair my boat, that also includes that I can be a barmaid as well if you like." She said, eying him. "Your ships a beauty Gold tooth, though it's a bit large don't you think?" She said, thinking it would be hard to steer, especially in cannon fights. ((I'm so lost and have very little patience to read it)) ((It's only about ten posts, and their all pretty short. But if you still don't feel like reading I can give you an update. ) ((Yeah I can try, but right now I'm like a cat, not much attention to one thing, Lola))Diablo did his usual and stayed quiet and unnoticed, listening to the bar maid and this Rye, he found the conversation pretty interesting. Although he stole ships to travel he wanted to get on of his own, or make one like the bar owner did, just smaller so he could Denver it with only him and maybe a couple more crew members, he was a well known pirate, well for taking ships, and he didn't like that one, though some pirates looked up to him. He was now lost in thought about what his ship would look like, he'd stay here and build it, and realize the men and their ship, he'd have mercy this time. He wondered when someone would notice him and start a conversation just listening got boring sometimes. Furthermore, he shook is head at Scarlett "I don't mean my ship Scarlett...." He looked around, then huddled closer to them "Ya know the rumors about me going to the City of gold?...... Well their true.... I once went there, a very, very long time ago. I used almost a quarter of the gold to build up my Tavern and my ship." he told them "I could go there again, but what's the point? Furthermore, I am set for life here, I have a decent business, a perfect ship, and a Good-natured staff. " He told her, then he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a Pair of earrings made of Sold gold. "Priestess used to wear this during rituals." He tossed them to Scarlett. "Keep 'em. Scarlett bit her lip and handed the earrings back to the owner. "I'm sorry sir, but I'd rather not take something from you so expensive." She said, letting her bangs fall into her face and she frowned. "I'm sorry, it's just. I only wear one pair of earrings that were given to me by someone I loved. It's a nice gesture though, but I'd rather work for my own items." He overheard that the owner had gone to the city of gold. "I have heard those rumors." He says so they can hear him. "That is quite to the trip, I thought about doing it myself, but never really got a crew that wasn't too chicken." He said adding to his tale, he had thought about going there, but didn't have a reliable enough ship to do that. "I give them to you not as a gift, but because I don't need them." He told her, then heard the man "I could Guide ya to the City o' gold. When I went there, I made a Map, so in case I needed money, I could go again." he told the man, then looked at Scarlett. "Scarlett, take the Earrings. I want you to have them, or would you rather Wager for them in a bit of Pirate Gamble?" He asked her, grinning. "I'd rather wager. Then I'd be winning them." She smirked, then glanced to Rye, wondering if he would start talking with her again. He was rather interesting. ((Sorry its short, writers block x.x)) He grinned at her, then went over to the Table, and pulled out a Deck of Cards. "Fine, if you win, I will give you the Gold pessary to Repair that Sloop of yours. But if I win, I take the ship Myself, Do we have a Deal?" He asked her, curious to see if she would take the Chance. "No deal. I only need a weeks worth of pay to repair my ship, and It's everything to me." She said, not even leaving her spot behind the bar. She wasn't about to lose her ship to some rich man. Not her dead fiancés ship.it was the only thing she had left in life. "I just can't lose it." She whispered, her emerald eyes saddening a bit, her black bangs falling into her eyes. "If I'm correct, it was Raided by Pirates.....they took your ring....was it something like...this?" He pulled out a Ruby studded ring with a White diamond in the middle.[writers block] Scarlett shook her head. "Nope, this is my ring." She said, pulling at a silver chain necklace around her throat, where at the end was a silver ring with an emerald on it. He reached into his bag, looking around, and you could hear the jingle of something "Your fiancées ring.....what did it look like?" He asked her. What he wasn't telling her was that he was the pirate that killed her Fiancée. It was Stormy, so the Vision was poor, so his ship and his face was very hard to see. "I have his ring as well. He gave it to me before he died." She said, showing that his ring was also on her necklace as well. It was a plain silver ring, but it meant the world to her. She sighed. "You'll say anything to try and get my ship won't you?" She asked, shaking her head. "I'd only bet it if it was something worthwhile. Not something I already have." She said, still standing at the bar. So far she was just getting annoyed. He started to get worried, but then he got hit with the most brilliant idea "How about information on your Fiancées Killer?" He asked her. Furthermore, he looked at her full in the face with a grin. "I might know a person or two who might have been involved in your Fiancées death." He told her. "I won't bet my ship on it, but I'll bet something else." She said, thinking for a moment. "Name what you want. Money, antiques, gold?" She asked, eying him. She'd kill whoever killed her fiancé, that way she could move on and be happy again. Rye sat and listened. He was good at that. Better at that than he was at talking, if you could believe it. Amusement danced in his eyes as Gold tooth tried his best to convince Scarlett to gamble her ship away. It obviously meant the world to her, she had pretty much said as much earlier. Rye's on ship held no sentimental value, but he wouldn't do anything with her if he thought it might cause him to lose her. She was a very, very good ship. "Come now. Don't tease the lady so." He gave Gold tooth a grin. Though they were both pirates. It was how pirates worked, they gambled. Rye had glanced at another in the tavern, one that had spoken up only minutes ago. He looked him over once, twice. Then his eyes were on Gold tooth again. "Women need to be treated gently...even pirate women." He was grinning as he said it though, a bit serious a bit teasing himself. "Know what? Ima skip the Heretics and get right to it.....the person who killed your fiancée..." He began, then pulled out the same knife he used on the day "Was none other than....me" He grinned wickedly at her, and underneath the table he cocked the Musket. [Oh my! o.o I don't think Scarlett will like that...and I don't think I should post until she reacts. [Diablo didn't try talking, he found this to be quite fascinating. He just sat where he was and listened, he didn't even respond to GOld tooth yet. He found that he was actually a sick and twisted man to do what he did.((Sorry writer's block, it's early today)) Scarlett heard the musket click as he said his words. "Ah, so you're the man with such small confidence that he has to kill and have such big and expensive items to make himself look and feel better? I do know all these items must be making up for a rather small item on your lower half," She said, grinning slightly as she mocked the man. "I will not kill you, because one day when your old and alone and your on your deathbed. You will think of all the men you killed. And I hope it haunts you more than anything when you start to hear those voices, see those people, and hear the sea calling for you to be swallowed up in it." She spat. She grabbed the cutlass sword at her side that was sticking to her from being tied to her belt. "Oh come now, hide behind a gun? Well if you wish to play that way." She let the sword drop to her side before bending over and lifting her dress up to her knee. On the side of her tanned leg was a gun strapped onto her by leather. She slid it from the leather, cocked it and aimed it at his head. "Put the gun down or I'll shoot that sad excuse of a thing you have in your pants." She growled, aiming it towards under the table. She bit her lip, trying to fight back the words she wished to scream, the plates she wished to throw. And the bullet she wished to shoot. She then stopped, sliding the gun into her belt. "You know what, I pity thee." She said, her voice sounding slightly sarcastic. "So what if you killed my fiancé? At least he died a true pirate instead of some rich pirate wannabe. He had not a penny to his name, but he's still far better than you'll ever be." She said, grabbing the rum bottle and pulling the cork off. She then left the tavern, rum in hand as she started to walk down the dock to her boat. "Yo ho, Yo ho a pirates' life for me..." She muttered, taking a swig of the rum. Now she would have to pawn her rings in order to repair her ship to leave. When her ship was in sight she gave a soft smile, a few tears trailing down the sides of her face. ((Burrrrnnn Lol (:)) ((Lola, nice post.)) Diablo found the turn of events too much and walked out, he didn't care for it too, much, we not that, it tired him out just watching, he really didn't fight much, he didn't have to. He walked to a natural cave in the side of a big cliff by the beach and found a comfortable spot there and laid down, he thought from here he could she is the small ship that needed to be fixed, but wasn't sure. Elijah had a big grin on his face. "Man... I can't believe she actually bought that!" He laughed aloud."women....so fling gullible. They believe the simplest of lies. "He said to himself, then put away his musket. "But, sense she even dares to insult my Man-hood, now it's time to re-open the scars." He went to his ship, and the cannons were pulled out. "Ready......aim....!" ((Dude, when you have your characters mind set on being the man that killed her fiancé, and you state it through typing (Not through your characters words of speech, but by just what you put in the post) Then how the hell am I supposed to not think it's true? You go through all this trouble to say you were somehow a part of her life. Isn't that kind of god modding? Plus her ships next to about ten other ships, lined up in a harbor by the dock. If you shoot it then you destroy a ton of other boats.... _. About ten posts ago you gave so much detail saying that he killed him.....it just makes no sense. Lt;. Lt;))Scarlett sighed, seeing the man go to his ship and aim towards her ship. She rolled her eyes. If he destroyed her ship she'd rip his intestines out and shove them down his throat. She growled slightly, going over to her boat and climbing up the rope that had it tied to the dock. Once she was on her ship she went to the main deck, eying the man. Everyone always said that she must have a tiny boat due to being a woman. But the boat was almost the same size of the Devil's Dream boat that was put right next to hers. Plus hers had many qualities. She gave a slight bow to the man aiming his cannons at the ship. "Go ahead, kill an innocent woman." She said softly, her emerald eyes looking him over in pity. "You'll still amount to nothing." She said coldly, sitting on the railing of the main deck. She swung her feet around to be facing him on the other boat. Furthermore, she fluttered her eyelashes softly, yawning at the men appearance and consistency of destroying things to feel better than everyone. It was rather dull. "Au Renoir Gold tooth!" She called, giving a slight wave. Renoir meant goodbye until we meet again in French, she smirked softly at her words. She ran her hand through her long hair, letting out a long sigh from her lips. She walked over to the stairs that led up to the poop deck and glided up them, grabbing a pair of handcuffs that were put onto the wheel. Furthermore, she then slid down the banister onto the main deck and went over to the railing, latching one wrist to the boat so that if it went down. So did she. Though of course she had the key in her pocket in case he decided to fight her. [Well...yea...um....HHH...-feeling retarded-]Elijah smiled at her, then board her ship. He pulled out his musket and fired at the handcuffs. "You believed my Lie about your fiancée, but I didn't think you would take it to this extent....." He put away his musket, then held out his hand "You know just about as well as I do, that I ain't capable of killing an innocent being, all I do is make money." He told her. "Consider your ship paid for, IL have the Repairs paid for by tomorrow." Scarlett still stood. "I'll earn it myself." She said, biting her lip. "I guess I'll see you again tomorrow when my shift begins? I'm going to have to take the rest of the night off." She said, throwing the broken handcuffs out into the ocean. She peered over the side, watching them slowly disappear from her vision. Furthermore, she glanced back at the man. "You never joke about a lost loved one." She whispered, her eyes slightly cold. "Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd do anything for them?" She asked. "Because if you have, then you'd know not to do such things. Especially if the persons loved one died." She said, turning away. "Truth be told I have....but that was so long ago i early remember it" He told her, leaning on the side "I was once married to Spanish princess, truth be told. But one day I took her to sea with me, then it all went to hell and back. We were raided by a Rival of mine. "He told her." Not only did he rob me of my Crew and my Wealth, but he took the life of my wife. He then burned my ship, and left me marooned on an island.....then again, I should be thankful for that alone, it was the same island I found the city of gold." He told her, sounding, for once, human. "Then you should know not to take the one thing that matters most to me." She said softly, eying him. Their stories were fairly similar, but she couldn't trust him after what he said about Alexander. "Well, if you'd like me to continue working throughout the night I can, just it'd be best to not talk with me." he let his head fall back "I was angry after what happened, so I took my revenge on him. It brought me Pieter relief of pain nor pleasure. So after that I set aside my compassion, steeled myself for what needed to be done." He told her, now sounding like a Hermit. "Emotions cut a line into you, therefor leave you vulnerable. I left them beside so that I could keep on living. "He told her. " You were right about one thing, Scarlett..... What you see is just a mask..... Iv seen and felt worse pain then you could image." "Ah, but that's where your wrong. I've dealt with just as much pain as you." She said, her silvery tone fading. "Even though I'm a woman, I've had many hardships." She said, biting her lip. "Now if you don't mind I'll be getting back to the tavern. I still need the money to repair my boat." She said, walking across the main deck and then walking out onto the tip of the boat where the rope was. She then slid down the rope and started to walk back to the tavern. Rye had more or less just stood there and watched. He had been ready to defend the lady or the male. He hadn't quite decided. But it seemed he didn't need to interfere as they quickly took themselves out of the Tavern. Ah, well. He watched them go. Peeking out a window once or twice to see where they were. Then like any true pirate, Rye had scrambled over the bar and scrounged around for something. Money or valuables he could snatch. He wouldn't take much. Just a bit. He didn't want to get caught before getting out. Then he'd grabbed a bottle of rum and made his way back to the customer side of the bar. Sat down on the stool he had occupied earlier and took a sip from the bottle. He wasn't even sure why he had grabbed the bottle. He didn't drink much. Drunk pirates didn't last long, and he planned on dying of old age, or in a sword fight. Not in a ditch somewhere at the hands of cutthroats because he was too drunk to walk and see straight. Diablo had a fire going in the cave because he had woken up, or had he even fallen asleep, he wasn't even sure about that himself. He was watching as the flames eat the wood hungrily and found that some areas of the fire made shapes, and he was entranced by this, then looked around hearing a couple of crabs walk just outside the cave.

The Drunken Galleon [Pirate Tavern Roleplay] [Open and Accepting]|rating:3.0

Scales of the Planes

Your First Assignment -At first the semi-permeable water thin barrier that enveloped you seemed a little odd, when it got sucked into the maelstrom of the verse and transferred you and the others safely through the soup of creation. Well that was odd too, but you survived. You had heard of teleportation, gating, and plane shifting, some may even be the norm for you. But this..." Bubble" was new, Rankin had said it was on the marvels of working together, whatever that meant. This bubble literally held you aloft through the planes towards your destination. You were told it would protect you from any harsh planar affects and last up to one day for you and your team to prepare. Unfortunately, Valid, with his derision of all things arcane, popped the bubble prematurely. Dumping you all unceremoniously on the dirt floor of vibrant valley floor on some distant planet on the material realm. The specifics of location were left intentional blank, apparently it was SOP. It didn't take long for you to find the entrance to the tunnel system, the mission was eradication. Eradication of what, was yet undetermined, but anything in the cavern was to be squashed, enough said. The entrance lay the remains of several horses, half-eaten horses. Guts and viscera lay scattered around, and the broken thigh-bones lay on the sides of the mountain like discarded tooth picks, the marrow having been sucked dry from them.Likewise, it hadn't been long before you caught the tell-tale wife of demons, the abyssal stench filled the small caverns, and you found it easy to track your prey. After several minutes of tracking your prey and killing the occasional Quasi, you move into a large cavern with roiling lava to your left inches below the rock of cavern floor. As you survey the cavern, several large Demons appear with mocking grins, 2 large voluptuous females barely clad in their armor, each sports 6 arms each holding a deadly weapon. The other 4 demons look like huge boars standing on their hind legs, they have little wings on their backs that flap furiously even when standing on the ground. Steps forward and speaks in perfect common"Feeble Mortals, we will dine on your souls this night!" Please roll initiative and possible actions. BattleMap:Spoiler Hide IOC:Spoiler Hide Please be as SPECIFIC as possible when posting actions, include any and all information regarding actions, where they come from, cite sources, post links, etc... Also post your current HP/Total HP, spells left (if spontaneous), maneuvers left, status, affects, spells active, etc.... And above all else, leave the IC to in character posts, use the IOC if you have a question or comment. Adamatisau the Sage Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+14)[33]. While at it Knowledge roll on them and since being Demons (1d20+25)[45]. Adds +3 till 30, +4 till 35, and +5 after that to attack and damage. Yea right. Adamatisau then slings a bullet right into the southern demon. Spoiler Hide Attack: [roll]1d20+39[/roll]. Damage: [roll]1d4+19[/roll]. CRT Confirm Attack: [roll]1d20+39[/roll], Damage [roll]1d4+19[/roll]. ON the south six-armed demon. Edit: Max HP of 374, no current spells active or other effects. Only one is seeking negating any miss chance due to concealment. Mostly a test shot. The other ability in play here is Knowledge Devotion adding +5 to attack&damage. Spoiler Hide Right can't add rolls into an edit. Attack: (1d20+39)[45]. Damage: (1d4+19)[20]. CRT Confirm Attack: (1d20+39)[55], Damage (1d4+19)[22]. On the south six-armed demon. Initiative:(1d20+5)[10]+2 attack/damage from Favored enemy: Chaotic Outsiders. Knowledge:Planes(1d20+29)[35]results of knowledge devotion:Spoiler Hide Check Bonus Result Granted 15 or below +1 16-25 +2 26-30 +3 31-35 +4 36 or higher +5 I draw Weave shear and set my shield to floating at my side. With a thought, I ask my the spirit of my wife watch over me. (Activate ring of blinking. 50% miss)My face grows stern, and I stare at the foul demons with glowing blue eye sand lower my visor into place. (examining with greater arcane sight. Automatically know which spells/effects are active, as well as if they have divine/arcane casting. SLA's read as arcane, and level of highest ability available). Demon, I will enjoy skinning you upon your death.weave shear stats:Spoiler Hide Holy. +2d6 damage vs evil. Fiend slayer crystal: +1d6 damage vs evil outsiders. Good aligned as regards to damage reduction. If they can cast spells/invocations (not Spell like abilities), weave shear is a +5 weapons, with an additional +2d6 from mage bane, instead of a +3. Additionally, if they can cast spells, I get a +7 to damage from Witch hunter. If they're under an abjuration, or are abjurers themselves, my rune forged enchantment comes into play as well. Weapon gains an additional +2, and 2d6 damage. If we're on the prime material, an additional 1d6 from using a star metal sword. (I doubt it) +5 weapons+ 4 know devotion (+2 sadistic maybe). Either +9 or +11 damage: 2d6 slashing + 2d6 holy +1d6fiendslayer (+2d6 sadistic) +13str +5magic+7WH + 4 know devotion +1d6 star metal I will update those numbers again once I know what spells/auras/effects they have, as well as any casting ability of theirs. ...(Jack remained silent as he prepared to fight.) Initiative:(1d20+11)[24]If any of the demons move before me, then I will charge at the closest one. I will make the attack with the rod of surprises which is currently in the form of a +1 short spear. Attack:(1d20+30)[42]Damage (if the attack hits):(1d6+10)[12]If all the demons are at range or my initiative is before them, then I will not attack. Instead, I will use stealth to move up to square J8. Stealth:(1d20+65)[77]Spoiler Hide The hellcat stealth feat allows me to hide in plain sight at a -10 penalties. Once I reach J8, I change the rod of surprises into a long spear as a free action and ready an action to attack any opponent who comes within my threatened area. Spoiler Hide According to the description of the rod of surprises in the MIC, it functions in the same way as a rod of lordly might. The rod of lordly might can switch between different weapons using an action that is the equivalent of drawing a weapon. The quick draw feat would reduce this to a free action. Current Status HP: 309Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisonsNonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object two times per day (uses remaining: 2)Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste three times per day (uses remaining: 3) Dice rolls for my readied action Attack:(1d20+28)[34]Damage:(1d8+10)[14]Confirm:(1d20+28)[31]CRT Damage:(1d8+10)[15] Ellis fixes the six-armed demon on the northern flank with a steely glare and smiles slowly. His grin becomes feral as he begins to glow with brilliant white light. He streaks across the field, Thorn leaping into his hand. Spoiler Hide Before initiative is rolled, engaging the northern Ability(?) in a duel of wills (TOB p27-28). The demon can submit (taking a -2 to initiative and -1 to attack rolls against me for the first round), ignore the challenge (I make a DC15 intimidate check to gain +1 on attacks for one round, or participate (opposed intimidate checks, winner gains +1 to attack and damage against loser, loser takes -1 penalties to attack and damage against winner, both effects last the duration of the encounter). Intimidate: (1d20+28)[40] Initiative: (1d20+19)[31] Assuming that I go before the demons/they remain at range: Initiating Radiant Charge (TOB p60) on the same demon. I charge, evil-aligned targets take 6d6 additional damage. Striking an evil target grants me DR 10/- for one round. Attack: (1d20+46)[54] Damage: (1d8+26)[32] (weapon) + (1d6)[6] (fiend slayer crystal) + (6d6)[19] (maneuver) This damage is good-aligned for purposes of overcoming damage reduction. Energy Drain: (2d4)[5] Active Stances: Child of Shadow (TOB p76: concealment - 20% incoming miss chance when I move at least 10 feet) and Press the Advantage (TOB p93: I may take a second 5-foot step during my turn, or a single 5-foot step into difficult terrain) Active Effects: (from items) Magic Circle against Evil Shield of Law Current HP: 404/379 I forgot to roll the sneak attack damage for my readied action.(12d6)[36] Gabrielle "You have GOT to be kidding me, that was pathetic. Couldn't you try a little harder to be intimidating?" Gabrielle mutters as she quickly draws her bow. Seeing as no one had spent any sort of big actions yet, she fired her bow into the one of the barely-armored women five times. They seemed smarter, and thus more dangerous, than the boar-creatures.----------------------Actions taken:Spoiler Hide Initiative Roll: (1d20+9)[29] Movement: None. Draw: Holy Wounding Energy Bow of Speed Attack: Full attacking that creepy woman thing with too many arms @F20 Attack 1: (1d20+23)[35] Confirm 1: (1d20+23)[28] Damage 1: (2d6+2)[10] If evil: +(2d6)[6] Attack 2: (1d20+23)[41] Confirm 2: (1d20+23)[31] Damage 2: (2d6+2)[6] If evil: +(2d6)[6] Attack 3: (1d20+18)[21] Confirm 3: (1d20+18)[29] Damage 3: (2d6+2)[7] If evil: +(2d6)[8] Attack 4: (1d20+13)[27] Confirm 4: (1d20+13)[18] Damage 4: (2d6+2)[10] If evil: +(2d6)[11] Attack 5: (1d20+8)[17] Confirm 5: (1d20+8)[14] Damage 5: (2d6+2)[12] If evil: +(2d6)[11] Status update:Spoiler Hide Buffs: None. HP: 223/223 Condition: Fine and dandy. Spells left: All. Misc: Magic Circle Against Evil (From Armor), Dark vision 60' (Not likely applicable, but hey.), Evasion (From boots of swiftness), Top of Round 1{table=head]Character|InitiativeAdamatisau|33Ivellios|31Gabrielle|29Jack|24Nalfeshnee|21Valis|10Marilith|8[/TABLE]Adamatisau -You realize you are facing off with two Mailings and several more Nalfeshnee's, you in essence, areveryfamiliar with the two demons. You know everything there is to know about them. Your bullet flies true and nails the southern Megalith in the lower torso, she winces ever so slightly, but otherwise seems unharmed. Ivellios -The northern Ability snarls with contempt and attempts to crush your spirit, she accepts your challenge.(1d20+26)[44]You seemed so sure of yourself, however the Ability, maybe backed with some Abyssal knowledge, wrested control of the duel, crushing your will in the process. You fly through the air barely managing to avoid the obstacles in your way, as you charge the demon you come inside her threatened area, she tries to strike at you with one of her swords. Attack:(1d20+24)[44]- Miss Confirm:(1d20+24)[27]Damage:(2d6+8)[19]Miss chance (high):(1d100)[20]After weathering the attack of opportunity your strike hits true, the divine energy is shunted into her flesh burning and crisping her skin black, she screams at the pain. The duality of fighting energies suddenly changes and the dark energies of the sword fill the Ability sucking her very essence out of her. She does not look pleased. Gabrielle - You send a hail of arrows towards the Ability, only the first two hit home, sending more anguish and pain out of her screaming mouth. The holy energy wracking her limbs with blue white lightning. Jack -You move into space and ready your newly shaped long spear. Nafleshnees -4 of them swarm around Ellis and his bold charge. They all attack with incredible reach, their little wings barely managing to keep their fat bodies aloft. All you see are the giant maws of these Demons coming at you. Attacks vs AC 53Attack 1:(1d20+25)[27]-Miss Confirm:(1d20+25)[42]Damage:(3d8+11)[23]Attack 2:(1d20+25)[34]-Miss Confirm:(1d20+25)[34]Damage:(3d8+11)[27]Attack 3:(1d20+23)[24]-Miss Confirm:(1d20+23)[29]Damage:(3d8+11)[18]Attack 4:(1d20+23)[36]-Miss Confirm:(1d20+23)[33]Damage:(3d8+11)[25]Through sheer skill and ability you manage to avoid all the bites from the foul Demons, even those from the ones who managed to flank you. The 5th Demon moves forward, and suddenly its bloating gross body is covered with kaleidoscopic colors, swirling all around him. Those of you who made a knowledge check, know this to be the Holy Nimbus ability. Valis -Your shield floats near you twitching at the sound of combat so close to it, your body starts to blink in and out of the material plane. Your knowledge check is as sufficient as Adamatisau's. You know what these demons are and how to combat them. Mariliths -Both Mailings disappear and reappear right next to the entrance, they both look to Gabrielle with sly smiles. "Oh dear, it seems you are playing with the boys!" They finish with a giggle. BattleMap:Spoiler Hide Adamatisau the Sage Well aren't we friendly. Still got to die. Adamatisau with a fluid lotion exchanges the sling for the Rod pressing a button to form a scythe to emphasize the dying while slashing at the Ability next to him. Attack Ability @C8 with a normal swing from the now Scythe Rod of Surprises. Attack:(1d20+38)[41]CRT Attack confirm:(1d20+38)[56]Damage:[roll]2d4+1d4+18[/roll]. That second 1d4 is from Dedicating Burst (what was swapped in). It deals typed damage. Crit Damage:[roll]6d4+3d6+3d8+54[/roll]. Maiming adds +3d6 damage when CRT with a x4 weapon. DessicatingBurstdoes the same thing. BuffsSpoiler Hide HP: 374/374 SR 25 If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Dedicating Burst Maiming Stunning Surge that is currently a scythe until changed. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor so how can that Ability get so close? Though Deflection and Resistance bonuses are higher from other sources. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 IOC: AM I still being nice? Reroll this damage. Damage:(2d4+18)[20]+(1d4)[1]CRT Damage:(2d4)[3](2d4)[5](2d4)[5]+(3d6)[11]+(3d8)[13]+54Edit: Damage is 21. CRT Damage is 91. Teleporting at the mage slayer? Ha! Jack muttered to himself. Based on what he saw, Jack tried to determine the types of creatures they are fighting against. Knowledge Planes(1d20+39)[54]Spoiler Hide I chose knowledge planes as one of the skills that gets boosted by the headband of mental superiority. Jack decided to charge at the Nalfeshnee that is using the unholy nimbus ability. Move: Move to J11Attack: Attack Nalfeshnee at J13 with +1 long spear, charge, sneak attack, offensive defenseAttack(1d20+30)[47]Confirm(1d20+30)[36]Damage(1d8+10)[15]Sneak Attack Damage(12d6)[56]CRT Damage(2d8+20)[29]Spoiler Hide The offensive defense rogue talent boosts my dodge AC by the amount of sneak attack dice I have. My AC against the creature I attacked is 56 and my AC against other creatures is 44. Edit: I forgot that I have master strike. The Nalfeshnee must make a fortitude save, or it will be slain by my sneak attack. The DC of the saving throw is 31. Current Status Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: Rod of Surprises (+1 long spear CRT 20/X3 bypass DR/magic) Current AC: 44 (-2 from charging, -4 because I lose buckler's AC from using two-handed weapon) Special AC against Nalfeshnee at J13: 56 (current AC +12 from offensive defense) HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divination as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Gabrielle "You make for some very ugly boys, mes armies,"Gabrielle said as she put her bow away to quickly draw her Staff of Transmutation and used the staff to cast Disintegrate on the already-wounded Ability. She'd wait for the Mailings to actually do something before she'd start some buffing, considering as of right now she wasn't sure what to start with.----------------------Actions taken:Spoiler Hide Movement: None. Put Away: Holy Wounding Energy Bow of Speed Draw: Staff of Transmutation Cast: Disintegrate on Ability @C8, UMD Check: (1d20+32)[36] Ray Attack Roll: (1d20+23)[32] vs. Touch AC, Fortitude DC: 26 Disintegrate damage if Fortitude is not made: (40d6)[153] (Unless only my Magus levels actually count, then it's (12d6)[39]) Disintegrate damage if Fortitude is made: (5d6)[13] Status update:Spoiler Hide Buffs: Magic Circle Against Evil (From Armor), Dark vision 60' (Not likely applicable, but hey.), Evasion (From boots of swiftness), Immune to fire, cold, electricity, acid, and sonic (Forgot this last time, not sure how, From Ring of Universal Energy Resistance.), Mind Blank (Third Eye, Conceal. Forgot it too.). HP: 223/223 Condition: Fine and dandy. Spells left: All. Misc: Staff of Transmutation now has 47 charges. Ellis twirls and springs, darting closer to the demons underneath their outstretched arms. He tosses his shield into the air, and it begins to orbit him of its own volition. As he moves, the shadows clinging to his form dissipate, and he is enveloped by fire in its stead. Thorn seems to glow with a hungry light as it strikes at two of the monsters. Spoiler Hide Switching stances. Now running Press the Advantage (TOB p93: second 5-foot step immediately after first) and Rising Phoenix (TOB p55: I can fly at my base land speed with perfect maneuverability as long as I stay within 10 feet of the ground. In addition, when I make a full attack, any creatures in or adjacent to my square take 3d6 fire damage). Movement: Two 5-foot steps to G17. Attack: Full attack on the two Nalfeshnees adjacent to me, alternating between the two. Attack 1 (@G16): (1d20+42)[43] Damage: (1d8+18)[25] + (1d6)[6] Confirm: (1d20+49)[64] CRT damage: (1d8+18)[19] Level drain: (2d4)[6] Attack 2 (@H17): (1d20+42)[43] Damage: (1d8+18)[19] + (1d6)[2] Confirm: (1d20+49)[58] CRT damage: (1d8+18)[21] Level drain: (2d4)[6] Attack 3 (@G16): (1d20+37)[52] Damage: (1d8+18)[23] + (1d6)[4] Confirm: (1d20+44)[55] CRT damage: (1d8+18)[22] Level drain: (2d4)[7] Attack 4 (@H17): (1d20+32)[52] Damage: (1d8+18)[21] + (1d6)[6] Confirm: (1d20+39)[40] CRT damage: (1d8+18)[21] Level drain: (2d4)[4] Attack 5 (@G16): (1d20+27)[31] Damage: (1d8+18)[26] + (1d6)[3] Confirm: (1d20+34)[39] CRT damage: (1d8+18)[19] Level drain: (2d4)[7] Attack 6 (@H17): (1d20+22)[35] Damage: (1d8+18)[22] + (1d6)[6] Confirm: (1d20+29)[37] CRT damage: (1d8+18)[24] Level drain: (2d4)[7] Rising Phoenix G16: (3d6)[13] H17: (3d6)[13] Edit: Attacks 1 and 2 are Nat 1s. Attacks 3 and 4 are cries. Each of them is also bleeding for 2d6 damage (taken at the beginning of their turns) and is permanently blinded unless they make a DC 33 Fort save, in which case they are dazzled for 1d4 rounds. Status: HP: 360(395)/379 (edit: the 19 damage I took was before I had any temporary hp, so the 35 is added to 360) Affected by Magic Circle against Evil and [Shield of Law[/i]. Immune to fire, cold, acid, electricity, and sonic damage. SR 40 Readied Maneuvers (all found in TOB): Inferno Blade (p54-55) Leaping Flame (p55) Strike of Righteous Vitality (p60-61) Avalanche of Blades (p63) Iron Heart Endurance (p68) Counter Charge (p71) Shadow Blink (p78) Mountain Tombstone Strike (p84) Feral Death Blow (p87) Raging Mongoose (p89) White Raven Strike (p94) Further edits: Thorn's CRT range is 15-20. The light blade's CRT range is 18-20. The bow cries on a 20. All of my weapons overcome cold iron/silver, adamantine, alignment-based, and magic/epic DR. ValisSeeing the Nalfeshnee begin glowing with a coruscating aura, he grits his teeth in annoyance. EVERYONE! Stay back from that one, or your mind will be stolen by madness. Then he turns to glare at the Ability that appeared next to him. Staring at the Nalfeshnee, he adjusted his footing for a combat style more apt to cause grievous wounds, as if the wielder were the mightiest of giants himself. Then he disappeared. Reappearing some distance away, he begins a running charge before the glowing Nalfeshnee can react. Jumping just after he enters its reach. Spoiler Hide Free action: Talk. Free action: Assume level 3 stone dragon stance: Giant Stance. With his ranks in balance (acrobatics) he deals damage as if 3 sizes larger. (Damage to gargantuan size, with an already large weapon, 6d6 damage.) Swift action: Shadow blink to square I-8. Charge the Nalfeshnee with the Nimbus Aura, end movement in square I-12. (If Jack's safe or die works, I'll instead charge to I-13, and hit the one there.) Jump check: (1d20+42)[56] Need a 10ft jump to activate leap attack. Which I make automatically. BAD=21. PF Power Attack says I take a -6 on Attack (rather than choosing for myself like in 3.5), in exchange for a 12 18 on damage (1.5 return on penalty) Favored Power Attack (CW-98), says essentially a 100% boost on damage. So an extra +12 to power attack damage? That's what I'm assuming anyway. Hard to tell since sometimes they talk in terms of *X multipliers, and in others of percentage increases. Furious Focus: Says I ignore Power Attack penalties for first attack of the round. Shock trooper: Not needed. Attack penalty of -0 applied to AC... Attack: (1d20+34)[49] Typo: Forgot to include +2 for charging, 51 AC instead +3 weapons, +2 favored enemy, +4 knowledge devotion, +2 mage bane (maybe), +2 rune forged (if abjurer or have an abjuration active). Martial Stone dragon and shadow hand. I know a Shadow hand maneuver, so +1 ATT/dam. In a Stone dragon stance, extra +3 ATT/dam (stacks with itself) Bad of 21. +34 attack, potentially +38. Up to DM to decide which are active. CRT Confirm: (1d20+38)[49]. Not needed, Bed 'Blessed' says autoconfirm on evil. Just included for the CRT table. Typo: Should be a 47 AC on the confirmation. Damage: +3 weapons, +2 FE, +4 Knowledge devotion, +2d6+2 mage bane (maybe), +2d6+2 rune forged (maybe), +4 martial, +13 STR, +30 power attack, +7 witch hunter (maybe) (6d6+56)[75] +(1d6)[3] fiend slayer crystal +(2d6)[6] holy +(2d6+2)[10] mage bane (maybe) +(2d6+2)[11] rune forged (maybe) +7 witch hunter (maybe) +(1d6)[1] Star metal sword. If we're on Prime Material, and they're summoned. Weave shear: CRT (19-20)x2 Bypasses DR Cold Iron, Silver, Adamant, slashing, and Evil. And EPIC (+11 cost) update:Character is 250/250 HP. In square I-12. Blinking. Deals damage as if a bigger person than the Nalfeshnee. AC normally 46, now 44 for the charge. If Nalfeshnee has a magic weapon or armor, one of them (random) is dispelled for a round unless he makes a Will save DC 16... Top of Round 2{table=head]Character|InitiativeAdamatisau|33Ivellios|31Gabrielle|29Jack|24Nalfeshnee|21Valis|10Marilith|8[/TABLE]Adamatisau -You pull out the scythe to the Mailings delight, swinging you manage to skim it across her skin scoring a hit causing black actor to ooze from the wound. The Ability squeals almost as if in pleasure.However, something shimmers in response to your presence, a foul evil magic permeates the air around attempting to suck the very strength from you. Make 1 Fort save DC 23ElseSpoiler Hide 1. (1d6)[2] Strength damage Ellis -Moving with but a sudden thought your form becomes a whirlwind of action, your blade, the tool of destruction. Your as generous with it as a drunk bar maid, you deal grievous wounds to both of the foul bloated demons sucking their very essence into your own. The two Nalfehnees you struck in combat go blind and fumble around surprised from the lack of vision.However, something shimmers in response to your presence, a foul evil magic permeates the air around attempting to suck the very strength from you. Make 4 Fort saves DC 23ElseSpoiler Hide 1. (1d6)[1] Strength damage 2. (1d6)[1] Strength damage 3. (1d6)[1] Strength damage 4. (1d6)[4] Strength damage Gabrielle - Your aim is true, but luck is not with you. This Ability almost enjoys the burn from your spell and laughs haughtily when struck.IOC-Spoiler Hide Make sure to Roll SR pen, you might as well include it with every spell this high level. I just gave you the benefit of the doubt in this one. Jack -You leap from your cover and catch the Nalfeshnee by surprise, you manage to gain some good footing and stab your long spear right through the skull of the fat flying pig thing, you are almost instantly disappointed as its black actor starts pumping out onto the ground furiously saturating the air with its stink.However, something shimmers in response to your presence, a foul evil magic permeates the air around attempting to suck the very strength from you. Make 1 Fort save DC 23ElseSpoiler Hide 1. (1d6)[1] Strength damage Nafleshnees -The two attacked from Ellis don't seem to look all that great (as far as they can) and the other two are eager to destroy your petulance. They all attack with all they have. Attacks vs Ellis' AC 53Spoiler Hide Nalfeshnee @ G20 Attack Bite: (1d20+23)[40] Confirm: (1d20+23)[29] Damage: (3d8+11)[27] Attack Claw1: (1d20+23)[27] Confirm: (1d20+23)[28] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] Attack Claw2: (1d20+23)[43] --Hit Confirm: (1d20+23)[35] Damage: (2d6+11)[19] Nalfeshnee @ F20 Attack Bite: (1d20+23)[29] Confirm: (1d20+23)[30] Damage: (3d8+11)[24] Attack Claw1: (1d20+23)[34] Confirm: (1d20+23)[29] Damage: (2d6+11)[21] Attack Claw2: (1d20+23)[42] Confirm: (1d20+23)[30] Damage: (2d6+11)[18] Nalfeshnee @ H17 --Blind Attack Bite: (1d20+12)[28] Confirm: (1d20+12)[22] Damage: (3d8+11)[23] Attack Claw1: (1d20+12)[15] Confirm: (1d20+12)[19] Damage: (2d6+11)[21] Attack Claw2: (1d20+12)[23] Confirm: (1d20+12)[20] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] Nalfeshnee @ F14 --Blind Attack Bite: (1d20+9)[19] Confirm: (1d20+9)[29] Damage: (3d8+11)[25] Attack Claw1: (1d20+9)[26] Confirm: (1d20+9)[28] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] Attack Claw2: (1d20+9)[15] Confirm: (1d20+9)[14] Damage: (2d6+11)[17] You suddenly find yourself once again dodging and weaving the incoming attacks from these demons, but you also find it easy enough to avoid them. The ones you just attacked seem clumsy, slow and weak. Even though, one manages to score a hit on you, almost managing to graze your neck, you avoid a horrid wound by mere millimeters. Take 19 DamageValis -Easily able to jump over the rough terrain you land near the Nalfeshnee who already looks to be on its last legs and wipe your blade right through its back, managing to do a little flourish with your blade as you pull it out of its flesh moments after you hear the crack of its spine breaking. The Demon slumps to the floor in a heap of withered flesh. Mariliths -Both are still smiling as they look onto the two of you." Is that all you have little ones?" And then both laugh. They both attack one of you each. Marilith 1 vs Adamatisau AC 37Spoiler Hide Long sword Attack 1 Attack (1d20+17)[20] Confirm (1d20+17)[27] Damage (2d6+4)[15] Long sword Attack 2 Attack (1d20+12)[18] Confirm (1d20+12)[22] Damage (2d6+4)[10] Long sword Attack 3 Attack (1d20+7)[25] Confirm (1d20+7)[27] Damage (2d6+4)[9] Long sword Attack 4 Attack (1d20+2)[11] Confirm (1d20+2)[20] Damage (2d6+4)[7] Tail Slap Attack 1 Attack (1d20+12)[18] Confirm (1d20+12)[22] Damage (2d6+3)[7] Grab (1d20+23)[40] Constrict (2d6+10)[18] Crushing coils Fort DC 25 or Unconscious for (1d8)[2] rounds You manage, much to yours and the Mailings amazement, to avoid all of her attacks. Ability 2 vs Gabrielle AC 56Spoiler Hide Long sword Attack 1 Attack (1d20+24)[26] Confirm (1d20+24)[40] Damage (2d6+4)[14] Long sword Attack 2 Attack (1d20+19)[30] Confirm (1d20+19)[27] Damage (2d6+4)[14] Long sword Attack 3 Attack (1d20+14)[23] Confirm (1d20+14)[26] Damage (2d6+4)[6] Long sword Attack 4 Attack (1d20+9)[18] Confirm (1d20+9)[18] Damage (2d6+4)[14] Tail Slap Attack 1 Attack (1d20+17)[26] Confirm (1d20+17)[29] Damage (2d6+3)[11] Grab (1d20+28)[42] Constrict (2d6+10)[21] Crushing coils Fort DC 25 or Unconscious for (1d8)[4] rounds You see the attacks coming moments before they actually do, you easily manage to avoid all of them with any effort. Battle Map:Spoiler Hide IOC:Spoiler Hide Phew... That was almost as bad as some of my homework! Lol Anyway, hope I didn't miss anything. Go ahead and roll Saves in the IOC thread. EDIT: darn it, I wanted to see some grappled peeps! Adamatisau the SageAdamatisau sets up for a mighty swing using up one of his lesser moments of time striking at the Ability in front of him. Spoiler Hide Improved Vital Striking with the scythe. Attack: [roll]1d20+38+[/roll] CRT Confirm: (1d20+42)[56] Improved Devastating Strike adds +4 Damage: (10d4+27)[54] 6d4-improved Vital Strike+3d4 Mote of Time+1d4 Dedicating+ a +4 Devastating Strike CRT Damage: (6d4)[20]+(3d6)[7]+(3d8)[11]+81. Weapon+Maiming+Dedicating Burst+everything else. While at Fort Save: (1d20+24)[34]. Status:Spoiler Hide HP: 374/374 SR 25 If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Dedicating Burst Maiming Stunning Surge that is currently a scythe until changed. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 Regenerate 1hp/10 minutes Does not require air, food, or water. Time Motes 1/51 used for the day. Attack:(1d20+38)[53] Ellis disappears in a cloud of smoke, reappearing behind the Ability attacking Gabrielle. Thorn flashes in a blur, too fast for the eye to follow... Spoiler Hide Shadow Blink (TOB p78) to G7, followed by a 5-foot step to G6 to establish flanking. Attack: Initiating Avalanche of Blades (TOB p62): I make one attack, and keep attacking with an incremental -4 penalties until I miss or my target dies. I'll just make 10 rolls here, since that should be enough either way. Strike 1:(1d20+46)[48] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] CRT confirm:(1d20+57)[67] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 2:(1d20+42)[48] Damage:(1d8+27)[28] + (1d6)[3] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] CRT confirm:(1d20+53)[55] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 3:(1d20+38)[48] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] CRT confirm:(1d20+49)[59] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 4:(1d20+34)[43] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] CRT confirm:(1d20+45)[60] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[35] Strike 5:(1d20+30)[42] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] CRT confirm:(1d20+41)[44] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[33] Strike 6:(1d20+26)[35] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[4] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] CRT confirm:(1d20+37)[40] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 7:(1d20+22)[42] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[2] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] CRT confirm:(1d20+33)[50] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[29] Strike 8:(1d20+18)[25] Damage:(1d8+27)[29] + (1d6)[2] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] CRT confirm:(1d20+29)[37] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[35] Strike 9:(1d20+14)[27] Damage:(1d8+27)[32] + (1d6)[3] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] CRT confirm:(1d20+25)[37] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[35] Strike 10:(1d20+10)[29] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[4] CRT confirm:(1d20+21)[27] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[34] Condition: HP: 360(390)/379 Affected by Magic Circle against Evil and Shield of Law. Immune to fire, cold, acid, electricity, and sonic damage. SR 40 Readied Maneuvers (all found in TOB): Inferno Blade (p54-55) Leaping Flame (p55) Strike of Righteous Vitality (p60-61) Iron Heart Endurance (p68) Counter Charge (p71) Mountain Tombstone Strike (p84) Feral Death Blow (p87) Raging Mongoose (p89) White Raven Strike (p94) Thorn's CRT range is 15-20. The light blade's CRT range is 18-20. The bow cries on a 20. All of my weapons overcome cold iron/silver, adamantine, alignment-based, and magic/epic DR. Edits: Assuming the same AC as Mailings in the Bestiary, the first 7 attacks all hit. The seventh is also a critical, so it's bleeding and blinded unless it makes a DC 33 Fort save. But I don't think it's going to survive the level drain anyway... Gabrielle After seeing Ellis cut down the Ability in front of her, Gabrielle thanked him and turned to the one next to Adamatisau and cast another spell from her staff, picking the Baleful Polymorph instead, for possible hilarity.----------------------Actions taken:Spoiler Hide Movement: None. Cast: Baleful Polymorph on Ability @C8, UMD Check: (1d20+32)[52], SR Check: (1d20+25)[28], Fortitude DC: 24 If Fortitude is failed, Ability is turned into a Small 1 HD animal, preferably a penguin. Status update:Spoiler Hide Buffs: Magic Circle Against Evil (From Armor), Dark vision 60' (Not likely applicable, but hey.), Evasion (From boots of swiftness), Immune to fire, cold, electricity, acid, and sonic (Forgot this last time, not sure how, From Ring of Universal Energy Resistance.), Mind Blank (Third Eye, Conceal. Forgot it too.). HP: 223/223 Condition: Fine and dandy. Spells left: All. Misc: Staff of Transmutation now has 45 charges. It has a CRT range of x2. Seeing the Nalfeshnee fall down so easily, Jack said, That's it? That was too easy. He turned to the remaining Selfishness and said, Try to make this more interesting, okay? Jack moved swiftly and silently around the Nalfeshnee corpses in order to reach E17, changing his long spear into a javelin as he moved. Thanks to his boots of swiftness, he can make it past the obstacles in his path without too much difficulty. Stealth:(1d20+60)[63](-10 from using hellcat stealth in plain sight, -5 from moving more than half speed)Acrobatics:(1d20+59)[74](The boots of swiftness grants a +20 to jump, balance, and tumble)Once hidden at E17, Jack carefully took aim at a Nalfeshnee and attacked with his javelin. Move: E17Attack: Attack Nalfeshnee at G21 with +1 javelin, deadly aim, sneak attack, crippling strike, master strike Attack:(1d20+27)[39](point-blank shot, deadly aim)Confirm:(1d20+27)[42]Damage:(1d6+20)[25]CRT Damage:(1d6+20)[22]Sneak Attack Damage:(12d6)[48]Strength Damage: 2 (crippling strike)Master Strike: Make a DC 31 fortitude save or die. If the Nalfeshnee makes the save and does not die, then Jack will use sniper stealth in order to hide. Stealth: [roll]1d20+55][/roll] (-10 from hellcat stealth, -10 from sniper stealth)Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: Rod of Surprises (+1 javelin CRT 20/X2 bypass DR/magic) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divination as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Way to screw up the stealth roll with the extra bracket. Let me go ahead and reroll that. Stealth:(1d20+55)[66] Adamatisau - You strike the Ability true, hitting her with your scythe enforced with the motes of times gone by. The scythe gouges a ravine of flesh through the demons shoulder, the edges of which shrivel and turn pallid as the times of other places ravage the wound, dedicating it. The Ability screams and looks as if she is going to drop from another well-placed shot. Ivellios -You appear behind the buxom demon and your blade bites deep in her skin, sucking her life energy from her, and before she has time to scream another strike and yet more energy is sucked from her. Again and again you strike her, sucking her demonic life force from her. Eventually she topples, a lifeless husk of flesh with her lips frozen in place of her silent scream. Gabrielle -You easily manage to utilize the power of the staff and this time you feel it take hold of the demon, however luck is not with you as she laughs it off, she pins you with her steely gaze. But her image isn't one of intense hatred, more of pity. Jack-Moving with the stealth of a shadow in the shadow plane you sneak up behind the body of the fallen Nalfeshnee and launch your attack. Your target is unaware of the attack, your javelin passes right through its right eye and beyond.IOC:Spoiler Hide Do you have a means of getting it back? As in is it returning or some such? Nalfeshnees -The blind one flutters about on its tiny little wings, not able to see anything it disappears in a flash of light. The other one seeing its comrades fall with such ease also decides to leave, Never let it be said that Demons are stupid. Ugly yes, but not stupid. All that stands is the last Ability. ValisSeeing the last nalfeshnee flee, Valid turns towards the mailings and watches as one falls in a lifeless husk before Ellis. Summoning his energy he begins a single leaping charge against the lone remaining Ability. Spoiler Hide Bounding Assault Maneuver (Full round action. Allows 2 move actions with 1 attack at the end. Considered a charge. +2 ATT. (Doesn't specify -2 AC)) Move to square D10 to gain flanking with Adamatisau. Take an Attack of Opportunity from Ability Jump (1d20+42)[50] Attack: (1d20+38)[51] CRT Confirm: (1d20+38)[48] (Auto confirm, this is for CRT tables) Damage: Weave shear:(6d6+56)[82] Holy+Fiend slayer: (3d6)[13] Star metal (1d6)[2] (Still don't know what plane we're on. So only if we're on prime material) Weave shear cries on 19-20, x2. Bypasses DR Cold Iron, Adamant, Silver, Epic, and Good (realize I said Dr/evil last post) Status:Spoiler Hide Blinking in Square D10. AC 46. Magic Circle against Evil active from armor Deal Damage as if Gargantuan. Flanking a creature gives me and all allies that flank an additional +2 attack. Adamatisau the SageAdamatisau takes another measured swing. Spoiler Hide Improved Vital Striking with the scythe Attack: (1d20+38)[40] CRT Confirm: (1d20+42)[60] Damage: (7d4+27)[48] CRT Damage: (6d4+81)[93]+(3d6)[10]+(3d8)[4]. Primarily same attack as last time minus Time Mote. Status:Spoiler Hide HP: 374/374 SR 25 If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Dedicating Burst Maiming Stunning Surge that is currently a scythe until changed. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 Regenerate 1hp/10 minutes Does not require air, food, or water. Time Motes 1/51 used for the day. Valid drops the last Ability with ease, Weave shear slides through the demonic flesh as easily through brain matter. The demon drops to the floor lifeless, her eyes betraying her last moment, once again a sense of pity is upon her feminine features. You are suddenly alone in the cavern. Combat is over. ValisPausing to wipe the gore from his sword, Valid activates his Eye of the Hunter turns to survey the slaughtered demons." That was unusual." He frowns." They had to know they weren't strong enough to stop us, yet they challenged us anyway." He turns to the rest of the party:"Your thoughts?" Spoiler Hide Full round action to recover expended maneuvers. Standard action to activate Greater Arcane sight. Shift to Mountain Skin Stone Stance. (Boost to natural AC) "A scouting party that's testing our strength. We can expect more powerful demons soon enough. The creatures that fled may be reporting to their superiors as we speak." Jack walked away from the rest of the group in order to retrieve his weapon. While walking, he kept an eye out for any enemies, anticipating possible ambushes. Perception: 45 (Skill mastery allows me to take 10 on skills I have selected, even when under stressful conditions. Perception is one of the skills selected.) Alisa waste then. It's only luck that even one was able to escape us. He pauses for a moment, thinking. Demons of that sort are generally strong enough in their own right, their numbers in a given fiendish army are not infinite. If their master was willing to lose them on a scouting mission guaranteed to fail, then the size of his forces, and the strength of his upper echelons must be immense... Valis ceases talking as he begins to search the slain demons. Valuables, weapons, potential sources of information, he takes them all. Perceptions(1d20+40)[41]Standard action to activate boots of haste. Ellis cleans the blood from Thorn with a rag and sheathes his weapons, catching his shield and shrugging it into place on his back in the process. He drifts to the ground, the shadows in the cave seeming to cling to his form as the flaming nimbus around him dies down." They were too close together to be scouts, and none of them was surprised to see us. This was an ambush party." Spoiler Hide Ending Rising Phoenix and entering Child of Shadow. "An ambush? If that was an ambush, then clearly they are not very good at it. These demons practically announced their presence as soon as we arrived." Jack cleaned his javelin by wiping off the blood onto the nearest nalfeshnee's hide. He converted it to its many forms: Kama, long spear, quarterstaff, scythe, short spear, spear, and short sword. He cleaned the rod of surprises in each of its forms in order to make sure the creature's blood did not creep into any crevice within the rod. Once he was satisfied that the weapon was clean, he converted it back into its rod form and placed it within his handy haversack.Spoiler Hide Not sure how many full round actions it would take to clean off the weapon in its various forms. However, I think he needs something to do while Valid is looting the corpses. You find only 12 +1 long swords from the Mailings, nothing else. Jack glanced at the weapons collected and did not see anything of interest. He pulled a set of goggles from his handy haversack and placed them over his eyes. These are sniper goggles, designed to make him more effective at ranged combat. They have also been enchanted with the properties of the goggles of night, and granted him with 60 feet of dark vision. He also pulled out a heavy crossbow from his handy haversack." Alright everyone, we'really here to eradicate these things. Let's keep moving." Adamatisau the Sage Yep lets go. Time to put them on blast. Oh, wait any of you good at disarming traps? Or even spotting them? Adamatisau put away the Rod switching over to the sling. Taking a moment to activate the Psychokinetic aspect to put them on blast. Spoiler Hide Temporal Talent Trap Spotter. DM makes the Perception check with a +10 to notice traps when within 10ft. The Perception check is +50 including the +10. Valid, Keeping an eye out for signs of other active spells (via Greater Arcane Sight), Valid shoves the swords into his bag of holding. Maybe I'm reading too much into this. I didn't notice any brands on those demons, designating their master, or anything else of that sort. He says, half to himself. Spoiler Hide Full HP Blinking Helm of Go grants 60ft dark vision. Greater Arcane Sight active Magic circle against Evil (from Armor) Hasted from boots. Will reactivate once a minute. (Should've just paid for a persisted haste, 1/day) Mountain Skin Stance Weave shear held, with shield floating. Won't take point unless no one else desires it. But will walk second in order. ValisRealizing Adamatisau had just spoken, Valid looks over to him with a glowing blue gaze. I can spot magical auras easily within a bow shot. It also helps with spotting certain magical traps and abjurations. One of the abilities taught by my order is the duplication of certain spells with just fortitude of spirit. Beyond that, merely keen vision. Perception(1d20+40)[55] "I can detect and disable traps, both magical and mechanical. I can scout ahead and let the rest of you know whether there are any traps." If no one objects to having him go first, Jack will start searching for traps. Perception(1d20+45)[56](Additional +10 from trap finding) Ellis listens to the others, eyes flickering as they follow the speakers. He closes them briefly with a small sigh as the group sets out. Children playing at war. None of them is worried that our enemies knew that we were coming, or wonders how they knew. Aloud, he says,"It may be wise to keep your weapons ready as we continue." Light dances over Thorn's edge as he draws his weapons once more and begins to float just above the ground. Spoiler Hide Status: 360/379 hp (+30 temporary hp, which last 5 minutes CIRC) Protected by Magic Circle against Evil (armor) and Shield of Law (ring). Immune to elemental damage (ring). Flying (armor) Concealment (Child of Shadow) Recovering maneuvers. So you guys are good at finding and disabling them and at such a young age. Good was hoping to sit back and relax relativity speaking through this extermination.*speaking in his old man voice*When get to my age hard to be surprised by much. Haha.*switching back to normal speech* Yep might even give the next one a hit with one of the Sands of Time. Adamatisau puts a bullet in the sling and starts swinging it over his head ready to shoot. Gabrielle Letting the older, more experienced party members do the main thinking about the encounter, Gabrielle replaced her rod back into her quiver and drew her energy bow back out. Her main experiences dealt with tomb delving and archaeology, rather than striking at evil hiding in caves. She still kept her wits about her, however. While Valid was looting corpses, she took the time to buff up Adamatisau's armor with a generic +5 armor bonus. When Adamatisau mentioned his 'age', Gabrielle piped up next to him,"You're not that old. I've uncovered artifacts that predate you, I'm sure."IOC:Spoiler Hide I needed something to do to catch up and still seem in the party. I'll remove mention of it though if you don't want the enchantment though, Turtle King. The armor enhancement will last 250 minutes. Unless my math is wrong and it's only 190 minutes. Adamatisau the Sage You found artifacts older than me? How can that be? My age is somewhere between older than dirt and dawn of time. Surprised haven't found any mention of me. Though thanks for the complement fore I do look good. Spoiler Hide As in regard to that buff depends on since already have Armor, Natural Armor, and Deflection covered. You all suddenly feel a slight tingle at the base of your skull, very similar to being screed upon, for those who have experienced it. A simple message relays in your"DELAYED PARTY MEMBER IN ROUTE, ETA 2 SECONDS"And then a sphere of force bursts through the weave of reality in the middle of the cavern, it shimmers with coruscating energy, and the realize it looks a lot like a bubble. It stays in place, 50 ft above the ground and then resoundingly pops, much like your own experience. You now see a flying refit of some kind. What took you so long? We have already mopped up the welcoming party. Anyway the name is Adamatisau the Sage. The Defying dropped through the air and came to a stop a few feet above the ground, her wings flapping slowly." Name's Gale"She said, extending a hand to the Sage"You guys get sent here to perform an Ambitious Mission from unknown employers, too"Grinning mischievously, she moved on to the other three and introduced herself. Interrupted from her answer to Adamatisau by the newcomer introducing herself, Gabrielle introduced herself back,"Ambiguous missions and mysterious employers are what sold me the job. I'm Gabrielle"She returned to Adamatisau and answered his query with an absolute serious tone,"I found pieces of Verna's hand when it was separated from the rest of him. And, Tabernacle, if it hadn't had been for that audit halfling, I'd still have it." Last time I checked Verna a human deity wasn't always a deity. If that being the case I was around before humans even existed. Valid The bosses are little poor at tasking and briefing missions, but they're not that much of an enigma. Valid responds in a low voice as he approaches the front of the formation. My previous mission with them was also similarly phrased. But it was in a land I'm already familiar with: That. So getting in, getting around, and getting back was quite simple. His face screws up in irritation. This time though, we're going to need a spell from the higher circles of magic, or an amulet. I don't have either, and the amulet is rather uncommon outside Sigil. Anyway, call me Valid. For now, lets focus on the demons. We can worry about getting home later. Perception(1d20+40)[45]stealth(1d20+22)[25] Jack finished up his search for traps and introduced himself." I'm Jack. If anyone is worried about how we can leave, I have scrolls that let me cast plane shift. I think we should focus on finishing our mission." He paused for a moment to hang his crossbow from his belt so he didn't have to hold it in his hand." Since we are discussing our available resources, let's see what we have available. Also, some of you may be more familiar than others about demons. We can take some time to discuss tactics." Jack was unwilling to say it out loud, but he felt uneasy about the crying spell. As a master spy, his ability to hide from magical detection can blocks crying spells from all but the most powerful casters. Nearly epic mages can magically detect him with some difficulty. Only truly epic casters can detect him effortlessly. The fact that these mysterious employers can find him and send reinforcements so quickly seems to indicate their power level. He sensed that there are powerful forces at work and was concerned about what these employers have in mind for him and his allies. Was this a simple test to determine whether they were worthy? Or were they being sent out to fight against an incredibly powerful foe?Spoiler Hide I am assuming that he did not find any traps. I also want to note that it's unusual for Jack to volunteer information about his gear. The fact that he hides so many items in extradimensional space should be an indication of that. However, he prefers to have everyone's mind at ease and does not want anyone to worry about going home. Since he does not like to volunteer information, he is using the "tactics discussion" as an excuse to gather information about everyone else's gear. Then there's the fact that he's worried about this mission being much more serious than the initial encounter would indicate. "I have a Zeppelin that can travel between Planes"Gale adds, her tone helpful and innocent"It's quite big. I don't know where it's gotten to, though"She then flops to the ground, and while not in the air, it becomes apparent that she is quite short, less than four feet tall. Her wings continue flapping, but without any force behind them." I don't know about Tactics, though"She says, as she slings a backpack off of one shoulder to bring it around the front of her body. She digs out a Flute and a small Short bow"Mostly I just use these"After she says this, Gale turns away and addresses Adamatisau"Betcha ain't older than the Song, Lizard Man"She says, teasingly. Tactics. That kind of thing never went well with Gabrielle. In her experience, the older and more experienced things were, the fewer tactics went as planned. Still, she displayed her inventory, mostly held in her quiver,"I've got the bow you saw in the fight, I've got a scimitar that beheads things really fast, and rods that disintegrate, polymorph, dispel magic, drain magic items, a staff of cosmos, and I've still got all but one of my infusions to hand out to everyone. And a crystal ball with true seeing, if that ends up being any use." Going back to the age discussion:"Song? With a capital 'S'? Non, just non. I've heard what that does to people. Though I would wager it's one of the oldest things in the multiverse, I've heard of a world has been entirely transformed because the song got loose on it." "So all of us are armed and ready to fight some kind of enemy. What we don't have is information about this enemy because our employers decided to keep things mysterious. If we have no specific plans on how to approach this, might as well just keep going. We might come with something later once we have more information." Jack saw that Valid had headed to the front of the group. No point in holding up the group for a meeting if some members are eager to continue." I suggest we have a melee fighter at the front and another one at the back. We can face enemies as they show up and keep the group protected if enemies attack from behind. We seem to have quite a number of ranged attackers. As we continue moving, we should find choke points to hold off enemies and use ranged attacks to reduce their numbers." Jack followed Valid. The only way to find out what they are up against is to face it head on. As a spy, he's used to picking up information on the go. If this is all the information they have so far, then so be it. If the first encounter is anything to go by, not knowing their enemies is not going to stop them from killing their enemies." Come on everyone. We're on an extermination mission here." Ellis stands to the side, quietly taking stock of his new allies. His blades and bow proclaim his heritage for those that know how to look, and his scars, particularly livid in the flickering light, suggest his role. The veteran campaigner makes itself evident in his words." We follow the same tactics here that we would use against any intelligent, organized enemy. Force their attention to one spot with a threat that they can't afford to ignore, then hit them where they're vulnerable. And if any of you feel uncomfortable exploiting an enemy's weakness,"he gestures at the bodies scattered about the room,"if these are representative of the forces facing us, don't expect to find honor among them. They'll be playing to win by any means necessary. "As for a marching order, you,"he points to Jack,"seem like you would make a suitable scout, if you're willing to range a bit ahead of the main group. I would prefer to be in the van, but I can provide protection at the rear as well." Jack glanced over at Valid' attempt at stealth." I have no objections to scouting ahead of the party. Any enemy can see Valid approaching if they pay any attention."Spoiler Hide A natural 5 on a stealth check is pretty unlucky. However, my character can see Valid even if he rolled a natural 20 on a stealth check. "Let's set up a signaling system, so I can let you know if there is any danger. If I get attacked, I will fire a crossbow bolt at the ceiling. I will remain about 50 feet ahead of the group. If all is clear then I will wave at you." "Sounds good to me"Gale sung out, grinning"If you ever get bored, or tired, or dead, I can take over. I'm pretty good at hiding, and I can fly really well too"She also gestures at the knife at her belt"I can go at the Back, if you want. I'm pretty good with this"She says offhandedly:Spoiler Hide Also, Gale's Maneuvers Readied are: Greater Divine Surge (1), White Raven Tactics (2), Order Forged From Chaos (3), Radiant Charge (4) and White Raven Strike (5) She is currently in the Bolstering Voice stance, so everyone gets a nifty +2 on Will Saves (+4 Against Fear). Also, I should probably check to see if the dice roller lets me roll a d5 for my maneuvers (1d5)[5] What'ya know, it does roll d5s My order can be anywhere in the line. As for getting out of here I have my Amulet of the Planes. Been using this for the past fifteen thousand years. Jack started to head out and continue with the mission. He moved forward silently and stealthily and kept an eye out for any potential problems. Stealth:(1d20+75)[88]Perception:(1d20+35)[50]Status Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: None Other Weapons: Rod of Surprises (+1 weapon, damage and CRT varies, bypass DR/magic) +5 Heavy Crossbow (CRT 10/X2, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, and DR/alignment, seeking, 240 feet range) +6 Light Sword bow (speed, ghost touch, CRT 15/X2 as a rapier and 20/X3 as a short bow, 60 feet range, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR epic) +6 Sun blade (holy, anarchic, bane (devils), CRT 19/X2, bypass DR/slashing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic) Gloves of Endless Javelins (+1 force javelin, CRT 20/X2, 30 feet range) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divination as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Valid It sounds like a nice and simple plan for signalling, but if you find yourself hard pressed, don't risk your life trying to signal us. Just shout and we'll come. Or flee if that's your estimation. For myself, I tend to work well enough alone. But some of the enchantments I bear, particularly on Weave shear are only of benefit when working in cooperation with others. That said, Valid slows his pace and begins to drop back behind Jack.IOC:Spoiler Hide Still in Entries Mountain Skin Stance. Reactivating haste boots and arcane sight as needed. Blinking, with Weave shear held in hand. As you step off to investigate further down a sharp whistle sound reverberates throughout the cavern. Looking around you see a black oval disk appear out of thin air near Gale and Adamatisau. Appearing out of thin air you all see a Valor and Molokai Demon. Both are grinning wickedly and ready for combat. Roll initiative one more time ladies and gents! PreviewSpoiler Hide Close up of map Spoiler Hide Valor Spoiler Hide Molokai Demon Spoiler Hide BattleMapSpoiler Hide IOC:Spoiler Hide Don't worry, you'll get RP time Validate hell... I was hoping the first fools were just bad luck. Initiative:(1d20+5)[16]know: planes(1d20+29)[39]Status:Spoiler Hide Blinking Hasted (time left?) Greater Arcane Sight active (I can see whatever auras/spells they have currently) In Entries Mountain Skin stance Jack scouts ahead of the party, looking for any unexpected encounters. He remains alert, ready for any sign of trouble. If Jack's perceptive enough, he will see or hear the demons attacking and will immediately try to assess the situation and determine what they are dealing with. If he is not perceptive enough, he will remain blissfully unaware of the attack and continue scouting. Initiative(1d20+11)[19]Perception(1d20+35)[44]Knowledge Planes(1d20+39)[58]Status Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: None Other Weapons: Rod of Surprises (+1 weapon, damage and CRT varies, bypass DR/magic) +5 Heavy Crossbow (CRT 10/X2, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, and DR/alignment, seeking, 240 feet range) +6 Light Sword bow (speed, ghost touch, CRT 15/X2 as a rapier and 20/X3 as a short bow, 60 feet range, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR epic) +6 Sun blade (holy, anarchic, bane (devils), CRT 19/X2, bypass DR/slashing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic) Gloves of Endless Javelins (+1 force javelin, CRT 20/X2, 30 feet range) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divination as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) ValisJack, they teleported behind us. He hisses needlessly, as further stealth will prove impossible once the fight starts. Everyone, beware the Molokai's gaze and stinger. When possible, she'll steal your mind and your soul with her attacks. Balers have innate abilities to rival the most powerful mortal mages. Be cautious. And even at the time of their death, they can still hurt us. Status:Hasted (5 rounds left)Blinking Greater Arcane Sight The Knife is back in the Defying's hand in an instant, and she raises the weapon cautiously in front of her, changing her footing in anticipation of a fight. Two demonic creatures, both probably able to reach her, appearing out of nowhere...not a good start to the mission, even if the others had already fought some demons."" Aww, poor..." Gale sighs, after Valid's words reached her, only for her to slide her knife back into her belt, before slamming her wings downwards and taking to the Air, drawing her Bow as she did so. Reaching the apex of her flight, she loosed an arrow at the Baba. Status:Spoiler Hide Initiative: [roll0] Arrow 1: To Hit [roll1] Confirm [roll2] Damage [roll3] Arrow 2: To Hit [roll4] Confirm [roll5] Damage [roll6] Equipment: +5 Harmonizing Splitting Seeking Composite (+5) Bow of Songs (Bardic Music effects persist for 10 rounds after the bard finishes performing. All arrows are magically split once fired, making two separate attack rolls against the same creature (Requires Precise Shot), applying additional sources of damage to both arrows. Ignores Miss Chance due to concealment. Can expend a Bardic Music use for the day to add Charisma to Attack and Damage rolls for all attacks made in a single round) Bypasses DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Adamantine Eager Warning Dagger (Grants +5 (Insight) and +2 (Typed) Bonus to Initiative, +2 (Typed) Bonus to Attack and Damage Rolls during Surprise rounds, can be drawn as a Free Action. Ignores hardness less than 20) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Formal Instrument Blade (On Critical Hits, decapitates enemies, automatically killing them. Is ineffective against creatures that do not require a Head to live) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment AC 44 (34 Touch, 32 Flatfooted) HP 299/237 Currently in Stance: Press the Advantage (Can take an additional 5'step each round, Can take 5'Steps into difficult terrain) Maneuvers readied: Greater Divine Surge (1), White Raven Tactics (2), Order Forged From Chaos (3), Radiant Charge (4) and White Raven Strike (5) [roll7] [roll8] Ring of Terrible Evasion (Ring of Terrible Cost+Ring of Evasion): Grants Evasion, as the rogue class feature. Contains a +5 Profane bonus that can be added on any roll (Attack, Damage, Skill, Initiative, etc., etc.) in exchange for burning 10hp that cannot be healed until the bonus in the ring is expended. Ring of Protective Shield (Ring of Protection +5 + Ring of Force Shield): Grants a +5 Deflection Bonus. Grants the ability to generate a Shield of Force (equivalent to a Wall of Force spell) as a Free Action from the ring. Skirmisher Boots of Battle dancing (Skirmisher Boots + Slippers of Battle dancing): 2/day can be used to grant an additional Ranged or Melee Attack as a Swift Action (Charges remaining: 2), as long as you have moved 10' already in that turn. Also provides a 10' increase to land speed, and when you move more than 10' in a turn you can use your Charisma modifier to determine Attack and Damage rather than Strength/Dexterity when using 1H or Light Weapons. Chronogram of the Celestial Wanderer/Fate weaver: Once per day, as an Immediate Action, can reroll a Perception/Acrobatics check. This result replaces the original result, even if it is worse Chronogram of the Horizon Walker: Once per day, as a Swift Action, can move an additional 15' Bardic Music Rounds remaining 62/62 Adamatisau the Sage Well isn't this just great. Well just have to start reaping. Adamatisau goes on ahead and slings a round into the Valor not worrying about the counter-attack. Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+14)[26]. Know: Planes (1d20+20)[32] Attack rolls in next post due to figuring Knowledge Devotion bonus. Attack:Spoiler Hide Improved Vital Strike Deadly Aim attack with the sling. Attack: (1d20+35)[52] +4 Knowledge Devotion +1 PBS -4 Deadly Aim CRT Confirm: (1d20+39)[54] +4 Improved Devastating Strike Damage: [roll]4d4+31 +1 PBS +8 Deadly Aim +4 Knowledge Devotion +1d4 Psychokinetic +2d4 Improved Vital Strike +4 Devastating Striker Damage: [roll]2d4+61[roll] what bonus does brittle weapon have Seeking so no cover or concealment (total does still work).AC 42, Touch 28, Flat Footed 32, CMD 55, FCMD 46 All this lasts till that infusion wears off then down 5 across the board back ATY baseline. Status: HP: 374/374SR 25 against evil spells and spells cast by evil creatures If struck in melee by an evil creature Fort Save 25 negates being blinded. Weapon is a Distance Psychokinetic Seeking Stun shot Sling. Magic Circle against Evil due to the armor. Resistance 10 for acid, cold, fire, lightning, and sonic. AC 37 Touch 23 Flat 28 CMD 50 FCMD 41 (This is the baseline add +5 across the board.) Fort Save +24 Reflex +28 Will +27 add +2 in regard to evil creatures due to armor Magic Circle vs Evil Regenerate 1hp/10 minutes Does not require air, food, or water. Time Motes 1/51 used for the day. Spoiler Hide OK here is the rest. *Grumbles* Damage: (4d4+31)[43] CRT Damage: (2d4+61)[63] Ellis leaps through the shadows to appear behind the valor. The elf's light blade weaves a defensive circle around him while Thorn emits a sinister hum as it strikes at the demon. Spoiler Hide Initiative, as rolled in the IOC thread: 33 Knowledge (Planes) check, though I do not have the feat to gain any special bonuses: (1d20+32)[41] Active stances: Child of Shadow - gain concealment (20% miss chance) any round I move at least 10 feet Press the Advantage - if I take a 5-foot step, I may immediately take another Shadow Blink (TOB p78) to I-12. Attack: Initiating Avalanche of Blades (TOB p62): I make one attack, and keep attacking with an incremental -4 penalties until I miss or my target dies. I'll just make 10 rolls here, since that should be enough either way. Strike 1:(1d20+44)[54] Damage:(1d8+27)[34] + (1d6)[3] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] CRT confirm:(1d20+55)[73] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[33] Strike 2:(1d20+40)[42] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[5] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] CRT confirm:(1d20+51)[68] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[29] Strike 3:(1d20+36)[39] Damage:(1d8+27)[33] + (1d6)[5] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] CRT confirm:(1d20+47)[60] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 4:(1d20+32)[46] Damage:(1d8+27)[33] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] CRT confirm:(1d20+43)[62] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 5:(1d20+28)[35] Damage:(1d8+27)[35] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] CRT confirm:(1d20+39)[58] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[31] Strike 6:(1d20+24)[41] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] CRT confirm:(1d20+35)[49] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[28] Strike 7:(1d20+20)[30] Damage:(1d8+27)[33] + (1d6)[1] Level Drain:(2d4)[6] CRT confirm:(1d20+31)[33] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[34] Strike 8:(1d20+16)[35] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[7] CRT confirm:(1d20+27)[44] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[32] Strike 9:(1d20+12)[17] Damage:(1d8+27)[30] + (1d6)[2] Level Drain:(2d4)[3] CRT confirm:(1d20+23)[30] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[33] Strike 10:(1d20+8)[21] Damage:(1d8+27)[31] + (1d6)[6] Level Drain:(2d4)[5] CRT confirm:(1d20+19)[37] CRT damage:(1d8+27)[32] Condition: HP: 360(390)/379 AC: 49 SR: 40 Affected by Magic Circle against Evil and Shield of Law. Immune to fire, cold, acid, electricity, and sonic damage. Readied Maneuvers (all found in TOB): Inferno Blade (p54-55) Leaping Flame (p55) Radiant Charge (p60) Strike of Righteous Vitality (p60-61) Iron Heart Endurance (p68) Counter Charge (p71) Mountain Tombstone Strike (p84) Feral Death Blow (p87) Raging Mongoose (p89) White Raven Strike (p94) Thorn's CRT range is 15-20. The light blade's CRT range is 18-20. The bow cries on a 20. On a critical hit, my target is permanently blinded (DC 33 Fort to only be dazzled for 1d4 rounds) and takes 2d6 bleeding damage every round until healed or administered to with a DC 15 Heal check. All of my weapons overcome cold iron/silver, adamantine, alignment-based, and magic/epic DR. Edit: Assuming the valor's AC as given in the bestiary, only the first 4 attacks hit. Top of Round 1{table=head]Character|InitiativeIvellios|33Balor|31Vrolikai|30Adamatisau|26Gale|23Jack|19Gabrielle|19Valis|16[/TABLE]Ellis -You appear behind the Demon and unleash a barrage of well aimed strikes, the first 4 strikes hit slicing deep into the beast. However, you notice it suffers not from your malicious life sucking blade. Attempt 4 Fort saves as black energy swirls around you trying to take your strength (DC 26). Balor -Turning to regard you as a threat he unleashes his complement at you. Spoiler Hide Sword Attack vs AC 49 Attack 1 (1d20+31)[46] - Miss Confirm (1d20+31)[42] Damage (2d6+13)[16] CRT Damage (4d6+26)[44] Attack 2 (1d20+26)[31] - Miss Confirm (1d20+26)[41] Damage (2d6+13)[21] CRT Damage (4d6+26)[37] Attack 3 (1d20+21)[24] - Miss Confirm (1d20+21)[40] Damage (2d6+13)[21] CRT Damage (4d6+26)[38] Attack 4 (1d20+16)[30] - Miss Confirm (1d20+16)[27] Damage (2d6+13)[19] CRT Damage (4d6+26)[37] Flaming Whip Attack vs AC 49 Attack 1 (1d20+30)[40] - Miss Confirm (1d20+30)[47] Damage (1d4+7)[10] + (1d6)[4] Fire damage CRT Damage (2d4+14)[18] + (1d6)[5] Fire damage Attack 2 (1d20+25)[40] - Miss Confirm (1d20+25)[35] Damage (1d4+7)[9] + (1d6)[2] Fire damage CRT Damage (2d4+14)[19] + (1d6)[4] Fire damage Attack 3 (1d20+20)[30] - Miss Confirm (1d20+20)[24] Damage (1d4+7)[9] + (1d6)[6] Fire damage CRT Damage (2d4+14)[18] + (1d6)[3] Fire damage Molokai -She shrieks as she lunges toward Gale Spoiler Hide Black Flame Knife Attack vs AC 44 Attack 1 (1d20+29)[43] Confirm (1d20+29)[40] Damage (1d6+11)[14] CRT Damage (2d6+22)[28] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 2 (1d20+29)[44] -Hit Confirm (1d20+29)[32] Damage (1d6+11)[17] CRT Damage (2d6+22)[30] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 3 (1d20+29)[44] -Hit Confirm (1d20+29)[40] Damage (1d6+11)[17] CRT Damage (2d6+22)[32] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 4 (1d20+24)[29] Confirm (1d20+24)[30] Damage (1d6+11)[17] CRT Damage (2d6+22)[28] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 5 (1d20+19)[28] Confirm (1d20+19)[31] Damage (1d6+11)[12] CRT Damage (2d6+22)[28] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Attack 6 (1d20+14)[26] Confirm (1d20+14)[20] Damage (1d6+11)[14] CRT Damage (2d6+22)[27] Fort Save Vs DC 27 or 1 Permanent Negative Level Bite Attack vs AC 44 Attack 1 (1d20+23)[29] Confirm (1d20+23)[31] Damage (1d8+5)[10] CRT Damage (2d8+10)[25] Sting Attack vs AC 44 Attack 1 (1d20+23)[42] Confirm (1d20+23)[30] Damage (1d6+5)[9] CRT Damage (2d6+10)[15] [Mind Affecting] Will Save Vs DC 27 (1d6)[2] Charisma damage, (1d4)[1] rounds confused (staggered on save) Battle Map (Not updated)Spoiler Hide Change or take your already posted actions Jack head Valid saying something and quickly turned around. Before he can comprehend Valid' words, they were immediately drowned out by the sound of combat as Ellis launched an attack on the valor. As the demons began their assault, Jack started to understand the situation they were in. If our employers cans cry on us, there's a good chance the enemy can as well. We need to be more alert about potential attacks. Oh well, I needed something interesting to do after the first fight anyway. Based on Valid' comment and the appearance of the demons, Jack knows what kind of demons are attacking. He knows that the valor is more resilient than the Molokai, so he is chances of killing the Molokai is higher than his chances of killing the valor. Taking advantage of the fact that the demons were preoccupied with attacking his allies, Jack hid himself among the shadows and approached the demons for a sneak attack. Move: H24Stealth:(1d20+75)[78]Attack:(1d20+36)[46]Confirm:(1d20+36)[41]Damage:(1d10+6)[9]CRT Damage:(1d10+6)[15]Sneak Attack Damage:(12d6)[35]Strength Damage: 2 (crippling strike)Master Strike: Make a DC 31 fortitude save or die Upon firing his crossbow, Jack hid himself again, planning his next even as the bolt flew towards its target. Stealth:(1d20+65)[71]Spoiler Hide Current Weapon: +6 Heavy Crossbow (CRT 10/X2, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic, seeking, 240 feet range, 99/100 crossbow bolts remaining) Other Weapons: Rod of Surprises (+1 weapon, damage and CRT varies, bypass DR/magic) +6 Light Sword bow (speed, ghost touch, CRT 15/X2 as a rapier and 20/X3 as a short bow, 60 feet range, bypass DR/piercing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR epic) +6 Sun blade (holy, anarchic, bane (devils), CRT 19/X2, bypass DR/slashing, DR/magic, DR/cold iron, DR/silver, DR/adamantine, DR/alignment, and DR/epic) Gloves of Endless Javelins (+1 force javelin, CRT 20/X2, 30 feet range) Current AC: 50 HP: 309/309 Blur: The mantle of great stealth provides partial concealment that creates a 20% miss chance. Fast Healing and Regeneration: Heal 4 HP/round Necklace of Adaptation: can breathe in any environment and immune to inhaled poisons Glib Lie: if a caster uses detect truth on Jack, then he/she must make a caster level check with a DC of 20 in order for the spell to work Concealed Thoughts: Jack can choose which thoughts to reveal to someone who cast detect thoughts or similar spells to read his mind. Elude Detection: Befuddle divination as if under the effect of a nondetection spell with a caster level of 25. If the ability is dispelled, it cannot be resumed for 1D4 rounds. Spells and Special Abilities Nonmagical Aura: hide the magical aura of an object - 2/day (uses remaining: 2) Haste: Boots of swiftness allows the use of haste - 3/day (uses remaining: 3) Mask Alignment: alter alignment for the purposes of alignment detection spells, damage from alignment based attacks still apply - at will Slippery Mind: If Jack fails a saving throw against an enchantment spell or ability, he can make another saving throw 1 round later at the same DC - 1/round Underhanded: If Jack makes a sneak attack with a concealed weapon during the surprise round, and the target does not know about the concealed weapon, then sneak attack deals max damage. - 7/day (uses remaining: 7) Gale dodged out from under the first swipe of the dark flames, only to scream out in pain and terror as the second strike slammed into her body, knocking her down to one knee. A second swipe followed quickly after, the strike slicing across the Defying's chest. On instinct, she rolled out of the way of the other attacks, dodging the flurry of attacks as best she could. Once the creature finished its attack, Gale gritted her teeth and forced herself back up to her feet. She would not be laid low by just that. Holding her knife loosely in one hand, Gale prepared to fight back. She knew that retrieving her flute would be suicide, so she fell back on a different tactic: She started to sing.A song of courage and determination, a song of victory. She has sung for herself, and for all the others who stood alongside her. Furthermore, she would not go quietly into the dark against these monsters; she still had work to do, and the Song buzzed behind her ears as always, reminding her that she could not let herself die here. The song she has sung was bolstered by a second source of music; something much more primal, much more dangerous, which spoke of a sadness older than time itself. A thin film of light seemed to coat Gale, as well as any allies that stood close enough for the music to extend to them. The Music, and the Song besides, flowing through her, Gale darted forward and slashed at the Demon, a Blast of Sound slamming into it as she moved to attack her foe. Spoiler Hide Song of the White Raven lets me start a Bardic Music performance as a Swift Action while I'm in a White Raven Stance (I'm in Bolstering Voice), and Combine Disciplines lets me combine a Seeker Music performance with a Bardic Music performance, so they only cost 1 round of Music use to maintain both and can be started with the same action. I've started both Inspire Courage and Lament of Unrestrained Energy (Sonic). All my Allies within 30ft have Sonic Resistance 20 and +6/+6 to attack and Damage. As a free action, because I'm playing Lament of Unrestrained Energy, I can use the associated refrain to deal a No-Save 15d6 Sonic Energy blast to the Molokai Speaking of which, let's get my full attack action underway Attack 1 (1d20+35)[44] Confirm (1d20+35)[51] Damage (1d3+18)[20] CRT Damage (2d3+36)[40] Attack 2 (1d20+30)[44] Confirm (1d20+30)[31] Damage (1d3+18)[19] CRT Damage (2d3+36)[40] Attack 3 (1d20+25)[35] Confirm (1d20+25)[36] Damage(1d3+18)[21] CRT Damage (1d3+18)[21] Attack 4 (1d20+20)[30] Confirm (1d20+20)[36] Damage (1d3+18)[19] CRT Damage (1d3+18)[20] Lament of Unrestrained Energy, Refrain: (15d6)[54] Sonic Damage I don't need to make an attack roll for this, nor does The Molokai get a save against it, although if it has Sonic Energy resistance, that applies. Fortitude Save 1 (DC27) (1d20+30)[40] Fortitude Save 2 (DC27) (1d20+30)[47] Status:Spoiler Hide Equipment: +5 Harmonizing Splitting Seeking Composite (+5) Bow of Songs (Bardic Music effects persist for 10 rounds after the bard finishes performing. All arrows are magically split once fired, making two separate attack rolls against the same creature (Requires Precise Shot), applying additional sources of damage to both arrows. Ignores Miss Chance due to concealment. Can expend a Bardic Music use for the day to add Charisma to Attack and Damage rolls for all attacks made in a single round) Bypasses DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Adamantine Eager Warning Dagger (Grants +5 (Insight) and +2 (Typed) Bonus to Initiative, +2 (Typed) Bonus to Attack and Damage Rolls during Surprise rounds, can be drawn as a Free Action. Ignores hardness less than 20) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Piercing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment +5 Formal Instrument Blade (On Critical Hits, decapitates enemies, automatically killing them. Is ineffective against creatures that do not require a Head to live) Bypasses DR/Slashing, DR/Magic, DR/Cold Iron, DR/Silver, DR/Adamantine, DR/Alignment AC 44 (34 Touch, 32 Flatfooted) HP 265/237 Currently in Stance: Bolstering Voice (+2 Bonus on Will Saves for all allies, +4 Bonus to Will Saves against Fear Effects) Maneuvers readied: Greater Divine Surge (1), White Raven Tactics (2), Order Forged From Chaos (3), Radiant Charge (4) and White Raven Strike (5) Access to: 4 5 Ring of Terrible Evasion (Ring of Terrible Cost+Ring of Evasion): Grants Evasion, as the rogue class feature. Contains a +5 Profane bonus that can be added on any roll (Attack, Damage, Skill, Initiative, etc., etc.) in exchange for burning 10hp that cannot be healed until the bonus in the ring is expended. Ring of Protective Shield (Ring of Protection +5 + Ring of Force Shield): Grants a +5 Deflection Bonus. Grants the ability to generate a Shield of Force (equivalent to a Wall of Force spell) as a Free Action from the ring. Skirmisher Boots of Battle dancing (Skirmisher Boots + Slippers of Battle dancing): 2/day can be used to grant an additional Ranged or Melee Attack as a Swift Action (Charges remaining: 2), as long as you have moved 10' already in that turn. Also provides a 10' increase to land speed, and when you move more than 10' in a turn you can use your Charisma modifier to determine Attack and Damage rather than Strength/Dexterity when using 1H or Light Weapons. Chronogram of the Celestial Wanderer/Fate weaver: Once per day, as an Immediate Action, can reroll a Perception/Acrobatics check. This result replaces the original result, even if it is worse Chronogram of the Horizon Walker: Once per day, as a Swift Action, can move an additional 15' Bardic Music Rounds remaining 60/62 Currently Performing: Inspire Courage (Allies gain a +6 [Morale] Bonus on saves against Fear or Charm effects, and a +6 [Competence] bonus on Attack and Damage rolls) Lament of Unrestrained Energy [Sonic] (Allies within 30ft gain Energy Resistance 20 to the specified Energy Type)

Scales of the Planes|rating:3.0

SuperQuiet [1x1 Dove+Keo ]

(images sourced from web, edited by key.) About five years ago planet Earth was in chaos, the troops in Afghanistan and Iraq were under increasing pressures over the race to dominate the fuel industries, the war was raging out of control and something had to be done to help bring it to a conclusion, the American government under the go ahead from the current president decided that the only way to solve a super problem was with a collection of supers, after much trial and error they finally created a platform in which they could begin to monitor people. They selected the chosen ones from spies around the country, and they brought them against their will to their testing lab, a total of ten people were brought for testing, two did not comply with the procedures, one sadly had complications, the file for which has been ‘lost’ eventually there were four extraordinary people who were advanced beyond the realms of ordinary text book science to perform in keeping the war in control. It wasn’t the usual fuel that was being mined for it was a fuel that was unheard of, dangerous and in the wrong hands potentially dangerous to not only America but the whole world. Said fuel is now under control at a top secret lab, peace exists, and the four Americans were no longer needed, their legacy is remembered by millions of people across the world, and they are celebrated yet the people don’t truly know of the stories these four people lived and many questioned their powers and believed they were just figureheads. Despite that they had a large fandom and this created problems for them to return to a normal life. They were paid off to keep quiet, given a small apartment in Miami, Florida and told to never speak of the events that happened. Of course the war continues but for a much safer fossil fuel and the world could continue to rotate on its axis knowing that the war for power was over. There was very little fallout from this war, except of course the four supers, for whom living an ordinary life became difficult. Zane still had his sunglasses on his face as he stared up at the wooden ceiling fan, it spun around on its center pin blowing cool air into his face. His head felt like it was filled with a heavy weight, all he could hear to his left was the sound of the treadmill ticking over, the sound felt to Zane as if it was getting louder, he cleared his throat for attention, he kept doing so but there was no such response. He coughed loudly and sat up, “You’re always running, you never stop, what the hell are you doing at this hour?” Zane regretted sitting up his head pounded from the poor decisions of last night. Alex wasn’t out of breath he wasn’t even tired he was just pushing through he had nothing to do, besides, Zane was lying on the television remote. He hopped off the treadmill. “You’re awake, I thought you might have died. You were very still.” Zane’s face flickered with a slight confusion, “Let me get this straight, you thought I was dead so you didn’t even try to wake me?” He saw Alex shrug,“I just figured maybe you didn’t want to wake. You drink yourself to near death I thought perhaps it was your intention.” He looked at the floor, he knew it was a bad move, He could pick Zane up in one hand and throw him out the window if he wanted to, that didn’t stop him being terrified of Zane. “Oh, also,” Alex continued bravely, “This hour is two in the afternoon, by all accounts that’s a perfectly normal time for anyone to go for a jog. Some of us are not trying to kill off our own brain cells with alcohol, how does that even work, Zane, you’re not immortal like me.”“You’re not immortal,” Zane drawled. “And I don’t know. Magic?” He suggested, but he’d wished he hadn’t been asked such a ridiculous answer because before he could stop himself his own mind began cycling through facts about the human body, the human brain and how memory worked and there was nothing he could do to stop it the scenes from the war flooded his head and made it difficult to see straight. “You, Alex, Are an asshole has anyone ever mentioned that?!” He shouted. He didn’t like to raise his voice often because he was nearly always reprimanded by one of the girls. The size of the small apartment always set Vixen's teeth on edge. She enjoyed open space and being crowded in such a place with three others was even worse. The feline like female much preferred a space of her own and was once accustomed to such a thing. Sadly, that was no longer the case. And, unfortunately for her, it also meant that she could hear everything going on. Alex and Zane fighting, it was no different from usual. She would normally go out there and reprimand the two, but she didn't feel like it. Instead, she was sitting on her queen-sized bed with magazines and nail polish. She was the atypical female in that aspect. Her dark hair was twisted up in a bun and a dress adorned her body. Soft and pretty. What a false impression. On the other hand La Rue, a contradiction to her red hair, was business like and quiet. She was rather no nonsense. La Rue cringed at the sound of the bickering from the living area. She was in her bedroom/office combo working on a project. She never revealed those to the others and was sometimes even prone to conduct experiments on them without their knowledge. It was one of the few ways she could truly amuse herself these days. Damn government and throwing away the 'special' ones. She shook her head, took off her cat eyeglasses, and rubbed her eyes. The boys were just as obnoxious. La Rue clipped out of her room in her smart heels, always one to wear shoes inside, and into the living area. They were going at it again. She sighed and crossed her arms under her breasts, "Well, boys, can you not go at least one day without interrupting my work. Zane, you know what happens when you... fall asleep out here. Especially in an area that Alex works out in. Then again, Alex, I am sure you did that on purpose anyway." Zane shook his head, "He could see I was sleeping! That's just plain rude." He sighed angrily and grabbed his car keys, before he had time to even project any force field they were snatched out of his hand by Alex. "Fine I'll walk," He said grumpily, he left the flat and thudded down the stairs muttering angrily to himself, he was dressed only in thick gray joggers and a thin loose red vest, his hair was a mess he hadn't shaved for a few days, visibly he looked awful, at least his state was disguise enough, it was crazy to think that this one person was once the pinnacle of the news headlines, it was odd to think that teamed up with three friends he saved planet earth and restored justice, it sounded beautiful, it sounded epic. Epic as in a grand scale epic. He went into his usual corner shop and bought his lads mag and a collection of alcohol in varying strengths. The store man wished him a pleasant day. Alex slumped onto the sofa, there were crumbs in the grooves and cans littering the floor, "This place is a state, seriously." He looked up at La Rue, "Sit with me?" He offered, he just couldn't be alone. "I always work out in the afternoon!" He said, and the morning... and the evening he corrected in his own mind. "I'm so bored. I'm almost bored enough to let Zane experiment on me." He said with a wry smile. Zane had been pestering Alex for months. La Rue rolled her eyes as Zane left. He was the worst pain in her ass, besides Vixen, of course. She turned back to Alex, shaking her head, "No. Of course, I won't sit with you. You of all people should know I am not one to get all clingy with. And if you wish to let him experiment on you then by all means let him. I actually have a job I am working on. How else do you think we pay for the bills? Sure, the pay-off was nice, but it's starting to dwindle. However, we managed to do that..." She shook her head, put her glasses on once again and stalked off to her room. They weren't really in danger of losing anything. The government no longer really felt threatened by the group and the pay-off hadn't been as nice as La Rue had wanted. She had to have some income to pay for her experiments, right? Vixen, on the other hand, supported her clothing habit straight from the home's group fund. Designer clothes and name brand items. Shoes. Bags. Lotions. Make up. Even her sheets. She listened as La Rue closed her door and frowned. Vixen pushed herself off her bed and quickly changed into something sporty- a pair of spandex short shorts and a sports bra. She sauntered on out to the living room. Vixen, smiling brightly at Alex, said, "I'll keep you company if you want. I actually need exorcise still at some point." Alex rolled his eyes, "I'm joking, I wouldn't let Zane touch me with any of his crazy experiments did you hear he wanted to cut my leg off to see if it would regrow like a starfish!" He watched her leave and repeated himself, "Like a Starfish, Rue!" He shuffled over to give Vixen more space to the sofa next to him, "A starfish, Six, do I look like a starfish? No. What if I never grew it back? Huh? A bloody stump leg." He said with a sigh. Just because he could regrow didn't mean it wasn't painful, it was incredibly painful. "I thought we were okay about money." He said concerned. Zane came back into the apartment as quietly as he could so as not to disturb anyone, he didn't want any questions. Alex may not have needed super hearing to hear Zane clumsily enter the flat, still obviously drunken."we're fine, we have money, we got all the money we need, we got everything, but you know... you know what we got most?" He said as he flopped onto the sofa wedging himself in between Alex and Vixen, "We got each other. They's all that matters." Alex looked visibly disgusted, "You've been smoking again Zane, and you stink you actually smell, do you ever shower?" He tried to stretch himself as far away from Zane as possible, but Zane's arm flopped over his shoulder holding him there. He didn't even know how one person could be drunk so often, he tried drinking, he really tried to get drunk, but his body processed the poison in his body too quickly for the effects to set in, he wished he could numb everything like Zane did, it was the only thing he envied about Zane." 'Ave you're done summat with your hair again Dixie?" He looked at her through his shades. He took a long swig from the bottle he clutched in his hand. Alex sighed irritated, looking after Zane was like looking after a child sometimes. It was stupid how intelligent Zane was and how little he knew about living. That was alright for Alex to think though, he found that most of the time he couldn't even set foot outside the apartment or interact with normal human beings. It had made him lonely, he was glad Vixen liked him though. La Rue had just rolled her eyes once more at what Alex had said. She found herself doing that a lot more lately. She usually just stayed in her room or would disappear for various lengths of time without telling anyone. Furthermore, she didn't ask or answer questions. Furthermore, she was pretty much a shut in when it came to the others. At least, as much as possible. They all irked her in some way. Vixen's materialism. Zane's drunkard ways and Alex's exercising. They all managed to get in her way some way or another. -- Vixen visibly jumped away from Zane when he had taken his seat. His smell assaulted her sensitive nose, and she hissed at him. Actually hissed. The feline DNA infused with her own tended to do that. The heightened senses were nice when she wasn't around this man. "No. You have your drinks and your smokes... and whatever else bad habits that you do. For being a brainier, you're pretty stupid sometimes." Her voice was annoyed, but she didn't get up. She couldn't possibly leave Alex here on his own with Zane. "And, my hair has been the same as it's always been." She sniffed, tossing a glance over at Alex. What were they to do? Zane did really seem like the type that listened to anyone else. An intervention would do no good. Vixen snorted at the thought, grabbing the alcohol out of Zane's hand. She sniffed it and balked, "Oh my god. This thing has to be almost pure spirits." She exclaimed. Zane laughed at Vixen's reaction, sometimes he would forget how catlike she was, "If I scratched you behind the ears would that be a turn on?" He asked cheekily, he knew how to push everyone's buttons, and he did it sometimes just to please himself. "Al, buddy," He pinched Alex hard in the arm, it quickly turned purple then green yellow before fading in a matter of seconds." Hm, interesting." He noted." So Alex, what's your relationship with Miss Vixen here then anyway?" Zane asked, but before he could react Alex grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him off the sofa, knocking the bottle out of his hand." It's none of your business and don't think you can force field your way out of this one." Alex growled through his teeth at Zane, he'd been waiting weeks for a good chance to fight him, Alex dragged Zane to the bathroom and put him in the bath the turned the shower on and let the shower drench Zane. Zane meekly tried to put up a field against the water, but it was no use." You are a bad guy Alex, a real bad guy, I'll get you back for this." Zane said, but the water kept cutting him off. Alex called out for Vixen and La Rue. "Little help?"" You will not experiment on me, you should try experimenting on yourself first! Start with getting yourself clean." Alex continued to hold Zane to the base of the bath." You should get out more buddy." Zane laughed until he inhaled some water and began choking." I will crush you!" Alex yelled, "I mean it." Zane grinned manically, "I think this is the bit where we make our Alex," he scoffed, "I mean really you took me to the bathroom, you got me soaked in water." The water was surprisingly sobering and Zane began to repel Alex slightly, but it wasn't enough to match his strength."KISS ME ALEX!" he yelled at the top of his lungs." Shut up, the neighbors will hear." He shot a worried look in the girl's direction. Vixen snorted, "Something, anything from you would be a huge turn-off. Especially something like that." What a pain in the ass. She thought, watching as Alex dragged Zane off. What a pair. Vixen hopped off the couch and peered in through the door, watching them. "Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd say our Zane here had a crush on you Alex." She grinned at Zane in a mocking manner, placing her hand on her hip, "And don't worry Alex, the neighbors already here everything. They probably just get a kick out of it anyway. Or thanking their Lord that it wasn't them in our situation." She sniffed. Behind her, La Rue had come up. Her eyes were narrowed, wondering what the others were up to now, "You know. It'd be nice if just for a few minutes we had some quiet. I mean, isn't that the point of the war being over? And Zane, even though you're under the water, even I can still smell your stench. Seriously, learn to bathe yourself then maybe Alex wouldn't have to do this." She made a motion with her hands, "As it is, we can't exactly kick you out or something of the sort." A mocking tinge of sadness seeped through her voice. "Anyway," She tossed them all a look, "I'll be gone for the rest of the night. Ta-dah." She turned on her heel, grabbed a bag she left by the door and left. She was off to some convention or another for the night. Alex let go of Zane with a disgusted look, "You ruin everything. You're supposed to be clever, figure this one out. We're broken, you can fix things fix us." Alex said dramatically as he left to change his shirt, "I hope the neighbors don't hear everything," he said worriedly to Vixen as he removed his shirt his chiseled chest was a constant reminder of who he was no matter how many times he tried to slice his muscles off. He'd literally taken a knife to his biceps before, but they were healed in the morning." Erh... Bye?" He said quietly to Rue. "Six, where does she disappear to all the time should we be worried about her safety?" He pulled on a clean shirt and walked into the kitchen he looked into the cupboards deeply "someone needs to go shopping were out of everything." He said amazed. The girls did t eat much surely or at least they didn't look like they ate a great deal and sane was Lays to drunk to eat really, and he knew he didn't eat that my h, surely. Lex must have underestimated the speed in which food decays as the last shop was some weeks ago, and it wasn't by himself. Sane lay back in the bath and submerged his head under the water he didn't know what to do he felt completely helpless he stayed underwater until he couldn't hold it any longer and taken a shower he the. Brushed his teeth and combed his hair before attempting to finally shave. Unfortunately this lead to a few cuts to the face which he swore about rather loudly. We're broken run loud and clear in his mind. Alex was right, Zane was impressed. La Rue, was in fact, at a 'convention' that the government ran. People of all nationalities were there and were looking to... buy. La Rue was actually there on behalf of a foreign government. One that hadn't played the fields as much during the last war. She investigated while also looking for things to purchase herself. Many different scientists and big government names hovered about, many would drone on about themselves. She didn't want to hear it, but she was one of the few apparently young women. And a redhead to boot. She was also hoping a job would be coming in for her and the other super-powered here soon. There were rumors that another country was starting its own such research. That could spell disaster for America. It wasn't even over fuel this time. Just an arms race like the Cold War. -- Vixen sauntered out to the kitchen as well, "Well, I could go grocery shopping button, it's not the type of shopping I like." She said with a teasing pout, "We could go out to dinner maybe before grocery shopping? It's the least you could do if you want food in this house." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, obviously picking on him. "I mean, I do eat an awfully lot considering how skinny I am." Alex shook his head furiously. "No I... I don't like eating out." He rubbed his forehead with stress and rummaged around. He pulled out a bad of pasta and some baked beans. " We could have beans on pasta?" He suggested. He wanted nothing to do with the outside world he always feared that he would just expose who he was to everyone, and they would capture him and do crazy things to him like the government did. Furthermore, he liked his life before the war and before everything happened he had a great time he had amazing friends now he had to put up with Zane and La You at least v ix was nice to him which was more than he sometimes deserved with his stubbornness." What's the problem?" Zane asked as he walked into the kitchen he seemed oblivious to the lack of foodie the cupboards but the frightened look on Alex's face did t go amiss. "Oh god Vixen you didn't tell him you were taking him for walkies did you?" Zane laughed, Alex you told me to fix things how can I solve this problem if you can even step one foot out the door?" Zane said sensibly." I can step out the door it's just a principle I don't want to go out. I'm too recognizable." He said shy he'd notice Zane's cleaner appearance but was too afraid to say anything after all he did just wrestle Zane into the bath. Vixen shrugged, tugging her hair our of its bun, slightly annoyed. She wished she could get Alex to get up the courage to just come out with her once in a while. It didn't help that Zane was constantly on him, probably knocking down any courage or curiosity gained. Running a hand through her dark hair, she peered over at Zane, "At least you clean up good. Your personality is ugly enough. It'd be worse if we had to look at something that matched your insides. Not to mention that lingering stench only I can smell." She wrinkled her nose for effect, "But, pasta should be fine. I'll go shopping later I guess." She padded off to her room to change out of her sports clothes and into a pair of jeans and tank top. She had to change clothes at least three or for different times a day. Furthermore, she paused on her way out of her room to peer into the mirror. It just happened that she had a less hard time getting out. After the war she was given a relatively new face. It was still a little Asian but showed very little of her descent. She frowned at this, the cat like eyes at the very least appealed to her more. She never completely was recognized. Once great heroes were now down to... this? She shook her head, it was sad. Shaking it off, Vixen went back out to the kitchen, "Dinner almost ready yet?" She leaned against the counter. -- La Rue, currently at one of the tables, was looking at a vague explanation of an experiment. It said something about improving the human physique. It seemed to set off alarms in her head. This was likely that experiment. She flipped it open. It showed blurred faced photos of people in different scenarios and a brief explanation on how they did better than the normal human. She frowned mentally, keeping her face Stoic outside. She would have to look into that sometime further to try and yield more information. I hope the role play isn't boring you. ^.^" (not at all, is it boring you, what do you want to happen next? Srry for the absence, I had no energy to post after work yesterday I was there from 11am till 1 am D: still tired xx)Zane raised his eyebrows, "Ouch, burn." he said rather irritated, he could dish out all the negatives to people, but he couldn't really take them. "Girls can be so catty" He laughed at his accidental pun. "Oh did you see that one Al? Did you see it?" He laughed stupidly, he looked at Alex to was sat on the high stool in the kitchen with a sullen look on his face." I got it." He replied sadly. Zane breathed out slowly, "Are you okay?" He asked, half concerned, half curious." No." Alex said simply, he least against the counter. "I'm bored, I'm bored with this life, I'm bored with not having a job, I can't get employment because I can't leave the flat. And you."" What about me?" Zane asked,"Not just you," Alex replied, "All of us, we all just seem like we're waiting, like we don't know what we're waiting for, but we're just waiting, and I'm tired of it." Zane gave an apologetic face, "Maybe you need to see a shrink, mate."" Maybe you need to go to an AA meeting or two." Zane smirked, "Low blow, Al, I've got this under control." He said, contradicting himself by unscrewing the cap of some cheap cider. Alex looked up at Vixen, "Zane's cooking." He lied with a half smile. OMG! What a shift to work. O. O The longest I ever had was from 9 am to 6:30 pm. As for what to happen, I am setting it up so La Rue, like, discovers new humans being experimented on by an enemy country, and therefore we can have... (drum roll) super villains! XD Vixen rolled her eyes at Zane. What an alcoholic. But they were both right. Shopping and parties and the like were her own version of waiting. Meaningless tasks that dulled her senses enough so she could feel normal once in a while. Either way, they were stuck here, under the government's thumb. It was not a comfortable feeling for her. "It may be boring now but hopefully things perk up soon enough." Her tone was sarcastic as she grimaced but, she could feel something coming. "Zane? Cook? He'll like to drown it with alcohol." She teased. -- The convention was coming to a close, and she had managed to find out little more than what the pamphlet had said. All she knew was that Russia was up to something. Again. Wasn't the Cold War enough? Now, a battle for super humans. Sounds good can our super people go for training?)) Zane shook his head" I would not waste a single drop of this on anyone." He said with a half smile he left the kitchen and slouched on the sofa infringement of the TV. Alex watched Zane jealously he wished he could be as happy as Zane seemed even if that meant continual drinking." Hey Zane if you give up alcohol for a week ill do the next weekly shop for everyone." He said seriously he wasn't going to help himself without helping others. Zane rolled his eyes. "Era no?" He scoffed, what was the point? "Dixie you like shopping Hun why don't you take over Alex's turn every time?" Yeah, sure. But they aren't really told why, only La Rue knows maybe? Vixen scoffed in turn, "Nah. I prefer shopping for clothes as opposed to food. I can't be the only one shopping, my dear alcoholic. Furthermore, I understand La Rue not shopping, but it's not like you put in any more effort that Alex except for your booze and girly magazines." She then pulled out dishes and things for dinner after deciding it'd be easiest to get the cooking done herself. "I just hope we can get out of this rut soon enough." She frowned as she boiled the water for the pasta. -- La Rue was currently talking with officials of the U.S. government about what she had learned. There was not a lot they could do at this point, they told her, other than to prepare everyone again. She was warned away from telling the others she lived with. It worried her a great deal in turn, that her teammates were to be kept in the dark. (good idea :))"Soon enough?" Zane scoffed, "Which bit of eternity wasn't clear to you, we're stuck here forever and that's a scary thought, I don't blame Alex for trying to kill himself... What is if now 48 times? Have you considered electrocution?" Zane asked politely." You made me stand on the roof in the storm once. But I didn't get struck, and you tried tasering me once. It really hurt." Alex complained, although this attempted suicides were no joke, he found it very embarrassing once he had healed, the only time he left the flat was when he jumped off it, luckily nobody else saw as La Rue and Vixen pulled him in and put him to bed for a few days." I wonder what it feels like to die." Zane asked." I'm not sure if I have properly died and then come back, but it's like the worst pain ever multiplied by a thousand and its so uncomfortable, and you think of everything and then nothing, and then you're alive again, and you have no idea how long you've been out for." Alex said seriously." Have you tried a taller building maybe?" Zane pondered. Vixen walked over to Zane and swatted him on the back of the head, "Jeez, you really know how to tear into others. Focus on your own problems before you nitpick at someone else's. We all have our own reasons for our habits, yours seems to be attempting to drown the brain cells that you apparently don't know how to use." She scoffed before heading back over to the noodles that just finished cooking. What was said was true though, she just didn't choose a path of self-destruction as it seemed the boys were prone to do. Finally, dinner was ready and set. With a sigh, Vixen plopped down into her chair. What a bland meal. You'd figure that they could at least higher a cook for this place to make the food and a maid or something to clean and shop. -- La Rue was currently pacing in her hotel room. The government officials had left and with them, the tension that had weighed down the air. She contemplated going home early even though she would have no chance at warning anyone. She would be watched. Any slip of the tongue and the government had threatened to not only harm her but to experiment harshly on her friends once again. She shuddered, none of them needed that. Zane rubbed the back of his head, "Ow?" He said, his reactions were too slow to protect himself. "I'm not nitpicking, We're just having a conversation right Alex?" Alex shrugged, "Era, yeah." He didn't want Vixen fighting his own battles, "Leave off Zane for a bit, he's obviously drunk, again, he doesn't know what he's saying it's just a conversation." Although Alex was considering electrocution pretty heavily. He'd never really tried any voltage that could kill the average person, he couldn't be indestructible to everything. Was it just ages that was going to kill him? He shuddered at the thought." This is, nice." He said to Vixen trying his best to compliment her efforts. It was a very boring dish though, but at least he wouldn't go hungry. "Rue say when she's coming back?" Alex asked Vixen. Zane accidentally kicked the table when he got up, knocking over a glass of water, "Sorry! Sorry, my miss stake." He apologized and unplugged the microwave in the kitchen, he carried it under one arm. "I'll see you guys later." He didn't want any questions about the microwave, he just hoped they wouldn't ask, because the microwave may not return. "I'll lay off him when he lays off you. I don't know how blind you think I am to what is said and what not." She shook her head and took care of her own dishes. "Ahh, I am going to leave cleaning up to you since I ended up cooking. I'm going to the store down the street to grab some basic groceries." She told him before going to grab her purse and leaving. She hoped nothing went on while she was away. Between those two, anything could happen. -- La Rue had finally decided that it wasn't worth it to stay in the hotel overnight. She just didn't want, even though she usually savored the time that she was away from home. Shaking her head, she packed up whatever she had unpacked earlier. She looked around to make sure nothing was left behind before leaving. She wondered at what took place while she was away. Furthermore, she arrived back at the house just as Vixen left. Furthermore, she arched an eyebrow at the other woman and had a bad feeling about what happened while she was gone. More arguments are likely. It really was like living with a bunch of kids. La Rue made her way into the apartment and spotted Alex, "What exactly happened?" She questioned, motioning to the door for the way that Vixen had gone. Alex pouted, it was so unmanly and a complete contrast to his excellent physique "I'm my own man I can fight my own battles Six... See you later don't forget ice pops the ones in the plastic sleeve." He said with a childish grin completely undermining what he had just said. His favorite where he cola flavored. Zane shook his head and laughed he out the microwave in his room and as he was just heading into the kitchen for the screwdriver La Rue entered the apartment. Zane decided he could get the yellow handlers screwdriver later he'd use the red for now he didn't want a scalding from Rue as well. Alex looked at her innocently, "Nothing why?" He asked politely,"so where have you been for hours you missed dinner, and we don't have any food in till Six is back." He said, quickly dodging the topic he didn't need to feel humiliated by Rue for not bag able to fight his own battles. La Rue simply ignored the question. The 'innocent' look he was trying to pull off was not fooling her. She had a bad feeling about something. La Rue set her bag down, brushing back loose strands of her black hair and sighed, "I see the microwave is missing. I really hope this is not some new attempt at suicide that Zane tried to con you into. It's just his form of experimenting on you." She raised a slim eyebrow as she leaned against the wall, her eyes narrowing. She really wished she could answer his question in turn, but that was impossible. Furthermore, she was to say nothing of what had transpired. Alex looked at the space where the microwave once stood. "Woah, you know what I don't even think I saw him take it, maybe... maybe thieves snuck in and stole it or something maybe it has nothing to do with whatever Zane's planning for me." Alex frowned at her, "Why are you always so damn quiet! You're not doing something illegal are you?" he worried, the last thing he wanted was some attention from the cops. It would expose them all. Zane was currently extracting the fuse from the plug, without the fuse he could multiply the power income, and it would still continue to run without popping the fuse and shutting off, he was hoping he could reconfigure the wires. Unfortunately his hands were clumsy and rewiring was a bit of a problem when his vision kept sliding in and out of focus. La Rue frowned. "So, Zane did take it. He really needs to stop these crazy experiments. Especially when he is drunk. He will damage himself more than you at this rate. And I do not mean the alcohol he insists on using to slow down his brain." She shook her head. La Rue pushed off the wall and collected her things. "Just be careful around him right now while he has this in mind." She then walked off to her bedroom to take care of her bags. She unpacked everything and... even found a note. It was just another reminder, seemingly harmless in its message but, it was anything but that.--Vixen had finished grocery shopping finally. No one had recognized her but, that was not a surprise for her. She lugged the heavy grocery bags into the kitchen dramatically. She had bought more than she had planned on. The air was tense around her, and she looked around seriously. She shrugged and started to put things away. The microwave was missing. She didn't know what to make of that. Alex sighed, "I never said he took it were just making assumptions here." Rue had walked out of the kitchen before he had finished. He didn't know what to do with himself, but he knew it was best to leave Rue alone when she went to her room. He wasn't completely stupid he could tell something was up, she was even more secretive than usual and Alex didn't like that he liked to think of the. All as a family. Even if it was a totally dysfunctional one at that. Alex quietly peaked in through the gap in Zane's door. Zane had found a part of the microwave he found particularly interesting he took it appear and looked through his tool chest to see if he could modify it in any way to increase its strength beyond the manufactures preset settings. It was a long shot, but Zane could almost visualize the numbers and equations in his head to cracking the tricky wiring until he remembered Iraq. His hands felt hot and sweaty, he then felt cold and shivery he dropped the screwdriver onto his workshop table. He thought he was going to vomit. Zane pushed past Alex without thinking what he was here and raced to the toilet. He didn't actual vomit, but he did feel ill. Alex heard Vixen come home with the shopping, and he started to help her to put it away into the cupboards. "Rue's home she came in just as you left don't know if you saw her and I think Zane sill." He said Dillon her in on every thing that had happened in the time she was gone. Which wasn't very long, Alex was glad Vixen had the responsibility of shopping this time because she was so well organized to getting groceries. Vixen shrugged, "La Rue. I feel something is up with her lately." And then she frowned. Zane might be a pain in the ass, but it was a pity he was sick. Drinking made him look sick enough. She wrinkled her nose at the thought, "Well, hopefully he gets better soon. It doesn't help that he drinks so much." She sighed at the thought and finished taking care of the groceries. "Thank you for the help. At least someone knows a few manners." Vixen yawned and glanced at the clock, it was already pretty late despite the fact she had just been shopping. "Anyway, I am off for some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." She thought about giving him a hug but decided against it. She was just feeling needy. Vixen sauntered off to her room and took a quick shower. She finished twenty minutes later, braided her long hair so it did’t tangle at night, got dressed and hopped into her canopied bed. She flipped on some music and sunk back into bed, pulling the silk sheets up to her chin. 'I hope nothing too big is going on with La Rue, despite the fact that we need some excitement.'--La Rue had changed into her pajamas, a simple nightgown, and was already in bed. She had her laptop out and was looking up more information on Russia. For any rumors or sightings that people might have about the experiments. What she was finding was very little but rather creepy to her. She shuddered at the last one before turning it off and putting it away. She plopped back onto her pillows and let out a breath of air. This all did not bode well. Alex let Zane settle back in his room before he went to knock to check if he was alright. Zane's face looked sweaty and pale, Alex sighed as Zane let him in, "You really need to stop drinking buddy, because... well look at you, you're a mess. What's that?" His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the parts from the microwave in a new shape attached to several batteries taped together."Oh, it's an amplified electrode wave creator thing." Zane said with a Shaka grin. I just need someone to test it on."what does it do?" Alex asked suspiciously." Well, if I got the voltage right it should inhibit movements in a selected region, however an input to the spine should be enough to radiate the body and completely immobilize." Zane said excitedly." Zane, you know we don't know if I react well to electricity or not." Alex frowned."look, you want me to test it on myself?" Zane said seriously. He began to charge the two needles. "Come here." He said with a smile. Alex looked nervous, but he touched the end with his finger where the little light nigh bolts were firing across the pins. He let out a large yelp of pain and his finger felt frozen he couldn't move it. "Zane..." Zane grinned, "Look you're fine now. Take off your shirt I need to listen to your heart and breathing." Alex followed Zane's command as always, he didn't know why he listened to Zane or even trusted him, but Zane practically saved his life once, and he felt he owed him something."could you just reach that book for me a second?" He asked and pointed at a book on the shelf." Okay sure Zane!" Alex said, Alex shouldn't have trusted Zane. Zane's background was one of mistrust he'd never had a best friend he'd cheated on his three girlfriends when he was growing up. Even the force who created him were weary of where his honestly and trust lay. In one swift movement Zane protected himself in a force field bubble and he's the switch on the new device, sparks flew around the room, and from wires taped to the ceiling lightning was created, it showered around Alex and the noise was enough to wake the entire apartment. Alex let out a deafening scream himself as the lighting rain attacked every inch of his body and struck him right though to his heart. He collapsed to the floor in agonizing pain as his heart began to spasm furiously, his eyes glittered from the sparks and he froze. Sensing danger Zane flicked the switch back off and released his secure bubble...." Alex?" he whispered worriedly. Alex twitched on the floor and then his whole body went limp. "Oh... shoot." Zane scratched his head, he was too nervous to check for a pulse.

SuperQuiet [1x1 Dove+Keo ]|rating:2.0

Love is messed up ~Palmoun and sweet_serender159~

Name: Mathew (but likes to be called Mat) wolfwoodRace: demon Human form appearance:Demon form appearance: it is just like his human form, but he has ears, claws and black wings. Bio: He used to be a killer but something happened, and he hates to kill humans now so demons shun him for that. (you will learn more about his past later) Name: Jessica Pulse Race: Human Personality: Jessica is the most popular girl at school, and it seems to her that everyone seems to love the cute, cuddly and vulnerable Jess she lets all her 'friends' see, but she seems to have a much darker and more mysterious side that she does not let anyone see. Bio: Jessica is the most popular girl at school and the only way she can keep it that way iOS to use dark magic the had inherited from her Grandmother. It is hard for her because her parents are always off on some cruise or adventure, and they leave Jess all alone with only the maids to look after her. Other: Jess has been able to unlock the Dark Magic inside her and uses it to her advantage. She is able to make people believe her whenever she lies and makes everyone feel like they ant to be her friend. Description:Jessica has blade hair and blue eyes. She always wears a white ribbon in her hair, which is usually in two pigtails. She always has her Magic book hidden somewhere in her dress or her small black bag she carries around with her. Mat made his way to the small little school where he hoped to study the humans closer. He had his notebook with him and had enrolled in as a new exchange student from a place called Russia. He had been there a long time ago when he was still young, for a demon being less then 50 was considered young, but now he was 180 and was considered an adult. But no demon treated him like an adult since they all thought he was crazed for not wanting OT kill humans anymore. But he didn't want to kill anymore, only study them. But no one understood that so he was on his own when it came to studying. He walked into the school and looked OT be about 18 and that was how it worked for demons. You just took away the zero at the end of the number and that was how old you looked to the humans. He looked OT be about 18 and that was how old he told everyone he was even though he was 180. Jess walked through the front gates but stopped when she saw a boy standing, looking lost at the front entrance. She smiled, What do you know, a new plaything. Walking a little faster she waved her friends on and walked up to the boy, "Can I help you with something?" She asked. Looking behind her, she could see a mass of girls lining up behind her to get a look at the newcomer but with a quick glare from Jess the crowed melted away. Mat looked at the girl and nodded, "yes, you can." he said and his Russian accent was clearly stated in his voice. "You see I am new here, and I have no idea where to go. Do you think you could help me?" he asked as he looked at her. She good-looking for a human girl and looked to be fairly young. Her eyes where nice and he wondered what group she fell in under high school kids, popular or outcast. He would have to get to know her first. "Better than how about I show you to your next class." Jess wound her arm through his and plucked his scandal from his hand. Looking down at it, she smiled, they had nearly every class together. She looked u and caught him staring down the corridor, "Um, no it's this way." Jess pointed the schedule down the corridor in the other direction. "Your in most of my classes so I can show you around and tell you about them." She looked down again at the sheet in her hand, It says that you have Miss Moon for Home Room," Jess rolled her eyes, "Yes. Her name really is Miss Moon. We always bag her for it." Bag? He had no idea what that meet but probably meet to make fun of it. " I see but isn't that mean. I mean she is your teacher, you should teach her with respect and like a normal person." he said even though he was something far from normal. But he knew enough to know that you should teach those who are of older age with respect. ", and thanks for showing me around. I just came here from Germany and still knew to everything." he said with his deep Russian voice. "Oh no need to worry, I'm sure you'll be fine." She dismissed his comment and continued through the corridor, "As for Miss Moon, she doesn't treat me with respect so why should I show it to her?" Jess let go of the boys arm and opened a door into a classroom, "This is it. Welcome to the room you will end up hating like the rest of us." She turned to face him and asked, "What's your name by the way?" Jess flipped her hair back over her shoulder, "I need to know it if we are going to be friends." She laughed and as she turned around she looked to her left just in time for a little brunette girl walk past and mutter, "Why, so you can screw him to?" Jess turned to glare at the girl as she hurried into class. Mat smiled and then bowed to her like they did in the old times. "My name is Mathew Wolf wood, and it is a pleasure to met you." he said and took her hand, kissing it. He heard a few girls mutter something or squeal when he did, but he took no notice. He was a mental man and anything else you could think of. Furthermore, he had fought in both world wars and saw what people did to each other over stupid things. But he smirked at the one girl's comment, no girl would screw him since he wouldn't give them the chance to. [sorry I changed her last name when I realized what I had named the teacher]Jess stammered, nobody had ever spoken to her like that before. "Oh, umm well. I'm Jessica Pulse. Um to clarify where I stand at this school, I pretty much own this school." Jess laughed as she flipped her hair back, "So, if you want anything, and I mean anything at all. Please don't hesitate to ask me." She turned and walked into the room, "You'll need to talk to the teacher before you get started." Mat smiled and walked over to the teacher. She was nice, and she seemed to take a shine to him right away. Then when the bell rang he soon in front of the class and smiled. "Hello, my name is Mathew Wolf wood. I am your new classmate who has come all the way from Germany, but I was born in Russia. If you have any questions please feel free to ask." he said and then walked to an empty seat near the back and pulled out a notebook. He started to write about Jess and some of the other girls and how they acted. He had been documenting human behavior for a while but this was the first at a high school. Jess rolled her eyes, her friends had not stopped babbling about Matt. Jess tuned out as she stared out the window, "Oh My God! Did you see him bow to you Jess?" Jess snapped out of her revere and looked at her best friend Alex, "No duh. Of course, I saw it." She rolled her eyes again but instead of looking back at the window she turned around to watch Matt writing in his notebook. She smiled, she had never seen boy at this school actually do the work. Mat stopped writing after a while and put his notebook away. He would have to get to know everyone here very well if he wanted to completely his notes on human behaviors. He then pulled out a sketchbook from his bad and started to draw with skilled hands. Furthermore, he had learned how to draw and paint from some of the best teachers out there and in truth he was ten times better than them. BU the kept his work to himself and continued to sketch he had of a girl dancing. Jess looked around her and saw the teacher's back turn and that was all the persuasion she needed. The air crackled around her as she mumbled a few silent words and a MacDonald's Coffee was steaming in her hand under the table. Jess smiled to herself, the teachers could be so bind when it came to Magic, Then again, the teachers sort of ignored the fact that Jess was always able to acquire a coffee whenever she wanted. Taking a sip she looked down at the blank page in front of her, picking up a pen in her right hand she started to slowly doodle. Mats ears perked up when he felt magic being used. He looked around and wondered where it had come from. But then he felt where the magic was coming from and realised it was Jess. He gripped his pencil and wondered if she felt his dark energy. Most humans could feel it and knew that he was demon right away. He just hoped that she didn't notice or else he would have to go to a different school. Jess stiffened, she had that feeling again. Last time she felt like this was this morning as she walked through the gates, but she dismissed them as nothing. She looked around her slowly trying to pick where the feeling was coming from but so far she could only tell that it was from someone in the room. Most humans seem to have a little feeling of the Dark energy that Jess was feeling, it was usually the little voice in their heads telling them to jump off a cliff or rob a bank, but today it was stronger. Her eyes fell on Matt at the back of the classroom, and she let the coffee cup slip through her fingers and spill it's contents all over the floor, Matt was surrounded by DAR Energy but instead of being afraid by the sheer hugeness of his Energy she was intrigued instead. Mat focused back on his sketch and hopped that she didn't notice. Most people who figured out he was a demon would want to kill him or run him out of town. They said that he was evil and only evil, no one ever asked why he was in school or why he didn't kill. They just labeled him bad and left it as that. He continued to sketch as his mind wondered and he won ended up finishing his drawing. He had drawn Jess's face on the dancer, and she was in a flowing dress that moved with her as she danced on the paper. "Um Miss. Can I please go to the bathroom?" When Jess's teacher looked up to her Jess put on her nicest smile and gesture towards her, now covered in coffee, school dress. Miss Moon gave a nod and Jess stood up and walked to the door, turning around she coughed trying to get Matt’s attention and when he looked up, along with a lot of the other students, she gave him a look that said, Get out and follow me. Without waiting to see if he had followed her she walked out of the classroom and down the corridor. Leaning against the wall at the corner of the block she leaned against the wall and waited.[sorry i sort of left that open for you to either follow or not] Mat smirked when he saw the look in her eyes and wondered if he should. Before he knew what he was doing he got up and walked OT the teacher, "mind if you let me out of class, I think I dropped something in the hall." he said with a smile on his face. Mrs. Moon smiled and nodded, "okay, just come back as soon as you can." she said and Mat nodded. He then left the room and made his way down the hall. He soon stopped when he was a few feet away from her and looked at her, "so what do you want?" he asked, and his accent seemed to shift to a British accent. Jess smiled, "Huh, I knew it." Jess pointed at Matt with a perfectly manicured finger and said, "You are a Demon!" Jess took a step closer to Matt and said softly, "Okay, spill it. What are you doing in my school?" Jess knew there was something different about Matt the moment she saw him, but she was still amazed that the Energy he was giving off had evaded her until just that minute. She turned away and said over her shoulder while crossing her arms, "I can see your kind you know. I see them all the time," She looked over her should and looked Matt in the eye, "You think your so good at blend gin in, and you think you have us Humans all figured out." She turned around and dropped her arms, "Well you don't." Mat smirked, "I know I don't have humans figured out, why do you think I am here." he said and took a step closer. "And you think you know everything there is to know about demons. Well guess what your wrong." he said and looked down at her. HI's eyes glowed slightly as he talked to her, "and the only reason I am here is to do research on humans. I don't want to kill, I don't want to rape, I don't want to eat or anything like that. I am just here to learn just like everyone else and yet your kind never believes it." he said as he looked at her. If she didn't believe him he would have to head to another school and start this all over again. Jess stared back, "I'm not scared. Do you honestly think I would be? Your kind has been here before with your," She waved her hands around in a circle, "Research and learning bull. But no matter what happens your kind away seemed to not be able to help yourself." Jess looked down and decided to retrace her thoughts, "On second thoughts. You know what? Go ahead and stay and do your 'research'." Jess made quotations signs with her hands, "But, you had better be careful with what you do. I'll be watching." And with THT she sidestepped Matt and was walking further down the corridor towards the bathroom. Jess looked over her shoulder and saw Matt still standing where he had, "What? I need to clean my dress." Turning with the slight twist of her foot she walked away. Maybe I was too harsh. She looked straight ahead, No, I was just the same with all the others Mat sighed, he didn't expect her to believe him. She was just like any other seer, she didn't trust any demon and with good reason. But for once he was only here for that reason, no demon liked him anymore since he refused to kill, rape and all the other good things that come with being a demon. If he could, he gave up being a demon, but this was who he was, and he couldn't change that. He then pulled out his notebook and started to write down her reaction, emotions, and facial expressing when she talked to him about this. Looking at herself in the mirror Jess felt a slight feeling of remorse. She shook her head, What is the matter with me? Matt was a Demon. He is like all the others, like Jason and David and...and. Jess shook her head again as images came to her from last year, she blew a stray hair out of her face and felt a tear roll down her cheek. Mantaly slapping herself she turned around and closed her eyes, Jason wouldn't leave her head and she had just gotten him out of there. Jason and his damn strength, he was probably the only one that so far her magic hadn't worked on, and he had been able to...... Stop it Jess! Don't think about it! She shook her head and realized she had been crying quite a bit now, cleaning herself up as best as she could, she made the short walk back to the classroom. How was she going to explain this to her always to attuned to her friend Alex. Matt was already in his desk when she came back into the room. He looked up at her and flashed her a friendly smile, he was going to prove to her that there was some good to some demons. He then went back to his notebook and continued to write. But on Jess's desk was a note, neatly folded up, and her name was printed on it. The note was the picture of her dancing that he had drawn and a note at the corner that said, promise not to be much trouble. From Matt P.S. if your concerned about rape or anything don't worry because I have never done any of that in my life and never plan to. Jess just stared at the note in her hand, she didn't know what to make of it. When she first came into the room, eyes red and slightly puffy Matt had given her a big smile, and she was too surprised to give one in return. Okay, Maybe I wasn't too harsh on him. I just thought that.... Jess looked behind her towards Matt and when he looked up she gave him a small smile to show that she liked it. The picture was beautiful, the girl looked like she was going to dance off the page, looking closer Jess saw with a gasp that it was Ger face on the girl's body. She looked up and caught Alex watching her, "Are you okay?" Her friends voice was drenched with worry, "Yeah, I'm fine." She looked behind her again to Matt's bent head. Matt was trying to write but couldn't, he felt her stare on him. He then looked up and smiled at her, out of everyone in the room she had to be the best looking or, how the humans say, beautiful. She had a look to her that said don't mess with me or else but also come and get me. He liked that bout her, and she was the only one like that. He then put his notebook away when he saw the time, class was almost over. He then looked at Jess, "so, you're still willing to show me around?" he asked with his Russian accent. Jess smiled, "Of course I am." She stood up and resumed the position she had taken up when they had first met. Winding her arm around Matt's she started to walk out of the classroom, "It's not everyday you find a Nice Demon."[okay sorry I kept it short I have to go now] ((okay, see you tomorrow))Matt smirked, "probably because I am the only one out there that I know of right now." he said as he thought about all the other demons. They all liked to kill, rape and everything else that demons do but not him. After when happened he couldn't stand the thought of hurting a human. "And since I don't want to do any of that demon stuff the other demons want to kill me. They say that I am not right in the head and need to be put down." he said as he looked at her. Jess smiled, as they walked around the school grounds she couldn't help but smile at all the jealous looks that she was getting. Usually she got jealous looks, but today it was a different one, "So, tell me. Where'd did you come from? I can tell that your accent is fake." She lowered her voice, "Even though nobody can tell." Jess caught sight of a tree and gesture towards it, "Oh yeah, umm. Don't go near that tree." Jess caught sight of a boy standing behind it, "Only smokers go there." The boy waved as a small tendril of smoke curled from his lips and wafted in the surrounding air. Matt smiled, "in truth I was born in Australia and moved around a lot when I was little. First I went to Russia, then Germany, then Britain, and now I am here." he said as he looked at her. "Over the years I have developed many accents, but my true accent is my Australian one which I don't use very often." he said and smirked at the guy, "and don't worry, I am not a smoker even though my parents tried to get me to." he said and smiled at her. Jess smiled back, she liked his smile, it was more honest and open than some that she saw in her life. She leads Matt towards the cafeteria, "Okay sorry, but I'm hungry so if you don't mind I'm just going to get something to eat and then we can go." Jess let go of Matt's arm and walked over to the line in front of the canteen. The air crackled around her as she Magicked a small pile of bills into her hand, stepping up closer to the canteen counter she looked behind her and caught a glimpse of Matt surrounded by girls from behind Alex's back. Smiling to herself she asked the lady behind the counter, "Hi. Um, can I please have an apple, a bottle of Coke and three potato cakes?" Taking the times and handing the money over she smiled as the greasy smell of the potato cakes washed over her, she had always loved the school potato cakes. Matt apply talked to the girls who seemed to come to him like a magnet. They were all very nice but he had a feeling that was how they all acted to new exchange students like him. But he started to miss having Jess by his side even though he knew she was coming back soon. She just was different from the others, she kind of understood him and he lived that about her. "I smell skanks." Jess strode over to where Matt was standing and shooed the other girls away with a flick of her wrist. With a few none too polite words the crowed dispersed, and they were alone again, Jess smiled at Matt and said, "Ready to get going again?" This time instead of taking Matt's arm she leads the way outside while eating her potato cakes one-handed. In between bites she explained to Matt about they schools social system and the school itself. Over that way is the Art block." Jess waved the hand with the Coke bottle towards the left as they walked past a block of classrooms that were cover with paint. She looked behind her and noticed that Matt wasn't really paying any attention to the classrooms but to her instead. "What? Do I have something on my face?" Jess reached up with the Coke bottle and felt around her face.[Okay well I'm going to go for now I'll be back in a few hours. I'm not really meant to be on the computer, so I probs should get off now. I'll come back though.] ((okay and trust me I do the same thing when it comes to being on the computer))Matt chuckled and gently laid his hands on hers and drew them away from her face. "Nothing in on your face, nothing at all." he said as he looked into her eyes and smiled. She really was different from the other girls here, and he liked that. She was the first one to know what he was and not shoo him away or try to kill him. He then made himself look at the art around him and smiled at how creative they were. Jess walked over to a bin on her left and looked inside a classroom at a clock on the wall, "We should probably start making our way over to the classroom. The bell's about to go." She looked back over to Matt and took his arm with her free hand, "So, while we walk back to class. Tell me about what it's like? I mean being a Demon. Was your childhood different from most?" She opened her bottle of coke and took a generous swig. "Same childhood but I was smarter than the rest." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "I was taught the same thing just like any other demon child, but I understood it better. So one day when my parents thought it would be great to show me how to kill humans properly they took me with them. They took me to a small family and started to kill them slowly to show me how to. I knew right away that it was wrong, but I could do nothing to save them. I could only watch since I was a small demon, but after that day I was never the same." he said as he walked with her. Jess stared straight ahead as she listened to Matt talk, she didn't like hearing about the death's of the family. "Hamm." She looked around at all the other students slowly making their way back to class and looked up just in time for the bell to go. Matt's story made her think of Jason again, and she shook her head slowly and closed her eyes, I'm not going to think about him today. She opened her eyes, The last thing I want is to start thinking about my Ex-boyfriend. Jess looked around her again and instead of the happy feeling she had before she suddenly felt a slight hesitation when it came to being friends with Matt, Yes I know he is a good Demon, but... Jess looked up to Matt's face and smiled, Man. What am I going to do? Matt looked at her when she closed her eyes and shook her head, "hey, are you okay?" he asked her and let his Australian accent come into his voice. He hardly used that accent anymore since he didn't like people know where he was from. But with her, it was different, he felt like he could tell her just about everything since she didn't kick him out of here. Jess looked back at Matt quickly, a little embarrassed that he had caught her, "Oh yes. I'm fine." She smiled again and stopped. She hadn't realized how quick they had walked, standing at the front of the classroom was their teacher Miss Moon. "Oh hello children." She said as she looked at Jess and Matt. Jess let go of Matt's arm and stepped around the teacher and walked into the classroom and sat down with her friends leaving Matt alone. She felt instantly upset and sorry that she had done that, I hope he doesn't take it too badly. Matt started to head into the classroom but stopped mid-step as he felt something. It was the darkness of another demon, and it didn't feel good. He quickly turned OT the teacher and whispered a few things to her. She nodded as if she was in a daze, and she went to go teach class as he ran out of the room. He needed to stop the demon from coming. He needed to protect this place from the demon and as he ran he let his claws, ears and wings come out. Furthermore, he wanted to be ready when the demon attacked him. Watching Matt run back out the classroom Jess couldn't help but stand up slowly. Then it hit her, another feeling of Dark Energy, and it wasn't Matt his time, it felt familiar, almost like Jason. Jess stopped dead, I have to get Matt to stop before he finds Jason! Running out of the classroom after him, she yelled a quick apology to her teacher as she closed the door. Looking to the left she could see and almost transparent cloud of purple smoke wafting through the halls, above Matt's Energy was a black one, similar but this one was darker, and it burnt her nose as she smelled it. Running down the hall she could hear Matt's footsteps further ahead of her. Matt soon found where the darkness was coming form and growled at it. He knew this darkness from everywhere and he hated it. "It has been a while, hasn't it." he said as he glared at Jason. He hated the demon more than anything else and wondered what in god's name a high class demon like himself was here. Jason's family was known for how the deserve people, and he hoped that he hadn't done that to this school. Jess burst through the door to the oval and almost ran straight into Matt's back. "Jason! What in God's name are you doing here? Do you want me to total you?" Jess walked around Matt and glared at Jason, watching him stand there as if nothing was wrong made her sick, "God, your so pathetic Jason! (are we allowed to swear here? If we aren't Jess says the f word here)!" Jess threw up her hands looked away. Matt turned OT Jess and looked at her sternly, "get back into the school and stay there." he said and turned his sight back to Jason. He growled at him and Jason smirked, "so did you rope a loser demon into being you boyfriend or something?" Jason asked as he looked at how Matt was making sure he was between them. "Oh and I can't just come by to see my favorite girl?" he said and Matt growled even more. "don't you think about getting close to her, I am not going to let you deserve her." he said as he glared at Jason.((yes cursing is allowed but don't to it too much)) [lol okay thank you haha. I wasn't sure, i didn't really want to get int rouble]"No way Matt. You get back." Muttering a few chosen words Jess let loos a small ball of fire that hit Jason square in the chest, "And for your information Jason, he's not my boyfriend! Oh! And I'm not your favorite girl." Jess took a step around Matt and walked closer to Jason, "If I remember rightly you got me drunk, screed me beat me half to death and then left me." She smiled, "I don't think I'm your favorite anything anymore." Matt growled, Jess had no idea how much worse he could get. Jason laughed and just brushed at his chest where the ball hit. "Nice throw and you're my favorite since I let you live. I don't do that very often and I just came back to finish the job." he said and claws shot out of him coming at her. Matt was in front of her in less than a second and blocked her from the claws with his own claws, "when I say get inside I mean it. He could have done a lot worse to you, I should know since this damn guy is my half brother." he yelled at her and then lunged at Jason. He was going to protect her form his brother since he had seen way too many times when his brother does to girls he leaves alive the first time. Furthermore, he usually comes back, beats, rape, and does that over and over again for a whole week and then kills the girl. Furthermore, he didn't want that to happen to Jess. "Oh yeah, like I'm going to let you deal with him alone." Jess rolled her eyes, "Not bloody likely." Jess walked over to a tree and broke a branch off, feeling its weight in her hands she didn't think her Grandmother would have approved of her taking her anger out on Jason when she had told Jess to forget about him, Oh well, she's not here right now. Jason and Matt where grappling in the dirt and where driving there claws into each other. Matt finally got the upper hand and pinned Jason to the ground. Jason growled under Matt's weight and tried to get out, "damn you, get off of me." he yelled at Matt and Matt smirked, "no way, why should I. You never did anything for me, so this is pay back." he said as he looked at Jason. He then looked over at Jess, "you better beat your anger out quickly because I nee dot get him out of here quickly before other demons come." he said, and he had a nice long gash at the side of his face and his clothing was covered in blood from himself and his brother. "With pleasure." Jess smiled as she walked closer to Jason and slammed the branch hard down on his face, hearing an almost silent snap she saw a gush of blood running from his nose, "You bitch! You broke my nose." Jason screamed out as he struggled to touch his face, "Now you know the feeling." Jess laughed and hit him again. Why did her Grandmother tell her not to do this? It was fun. After a while Matt looked at Jess and took the branch away, "that is enough." he said and Jason's face was completely covered in blood. He glared at Jess and yelled, "I will get you, you bitch, I will get you and kill you." he said and Matt punched him in the face knocking him out. "No, your not, not when I am around." he said and glared at the bloody face that belonged to his half brother. Jess felt like having a very little girl moment, so she stuck her tongue out at Jason's unconscious form lying in the dirt. Stepping back she inspected her dress, it was covered in spots of blood What am I going to tell Grandmother? Looking around she said to Matt, "How about you deal with the body quickly than we can ditch the Reston the day to get cleaned up at my house." She tried not to sound so hopeful but a sliver of it escaped her almost perfect charade. Matt got up and off of his brother. "Yeah, that would be the best since I am covered in blood." he said and slung his brother over his shoulder and looked at her. He was covered in blood and some of it even was dripping off of his hair. But it made him look mysterious and hot. "Be back in a second, I need to go and take him away." he said, and his black wings unfolded from his back. They looked graceful and menacing at the same time, and he quickly took off into the sky. Watching Matt fly off made Jess suddenly feel sad, it seemed like she was starting to do what she proposed herself she wouldn't do again, Oh My God! I'm falling for a Demon! She shook her head and walked over to a small bench and sat down. What am I doing? Jess mentally slapped herself and looked around, she was glad that there was no one outside with them, they wouldn't had believed what they had seem for sure. Matt soon came back and landed next to her on the bench. He quickly made his wings disappear and looked at her. "Hey, ready to go?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. He knew that his feeling for her was different and that he liked her more than others. But she had been hurt so many times by demons that he would try to be nice and not hurt her in any way. Jess looked up a little surprised. It took her a few seconds to remember what was happening, "Oh yes. Sure." Standing up she leads the way towards the school gates. Wait a minute. What's he going to say when he sees I live in like a mansion? When they came closer to the gates she turned around and looked behind her. Sure she had ditched school before but never with a boy, and they never went to her house, not a lot of people have seen her house, well except for Alex but that was a given. Matt smiled and followed her with his hands in his pocket. He wondered what kind of house she lived in and couldn't really picture her living at a regular house for some odd reason. He didn't mind skipping school since he was with Jess, and he already knew all he needed to know since he had been there threw most of it and had been taught this over and over again. When she turned around and looked behind her, he wondered what she was thinking but didn't ask since she looked like she was deep in thought. Jess turned around and shook herself mentally, "Okay, so I don't live to far from the school so we can walk." Jess laughed as she started the short walk towards her house, even though she only lived around the corner every morning she felt like being lazy and took the bus with her friends. Looking behind her, she caught Matt staring straight had with his hands in his pockets, "So, do you live around here?" Jess tried to start a conversation so that she could try and will the images of Jason in hr head, but before Matt could answer her first question she couldn't help but ask, "Um, where did you take Jason?" Matt smiled, "to tell you the truth I live in the attic of an abandoned factory down the road. It is very nice and no one ever bothers me since no one ever things that a friendly demon lives up there." he said as he walked with her and liked this little room in the factory. "And I took Jason to south America and into a cave. Then I ceased the cave with a huge rock and hopefully he won't wake up for a little while." he said as he looked at her and smiled. Jess sighed, "Okay I DDO fell better now actually haha." Jess looked back at Matt and smiled, turning to the front again her heart sank, sitting in the front driveway of her home was a black arcades (spelling?). Damn it, Mother and Father are home. Changing a course of action she turned and stopped Matt by putting an arm out to stop him, "Umm, hold on just a moment. Wait here I'll be right back." Turning back to the house she braced herself for what was defiantly going to be a disaster. Matt raised his eyebrow as she watched her leave. He then land agent the side of the one building and waited for her. He wondered what was wrong and why she asked him to wait here. But he would wait, and it wasn't like he had anything better to do. She was the most interesting young ladies had meet in a long time, and he was enjoying her company more and more every second. [sorry this post might have no capitals seeing as in typing one-handed and eating chicken with the other lol]Walking in through the door of her house took all the self-control Jess had in her not to turn and run back to school.----------[wow I feel like such a pig eating thus chicken. Sorry for bumping in the. Back TP story]----------"ahh Jessica dear!" Jess's mothers elegant voice rang through the house, "what are you doing home so early?" I thought that you weren't going to be back until next week?" Jess replied while hugging her Mother(I think you can tell I have finished my chicken now haha). Jess's Mother laughed, "Oh no. We had to come back, We missed you." Jess untangled herself from her Mother's hug a walked towards the front door. Over her shoulder she asked, "Are you going to be in the back garden the rest of the day Mother?" A little sliver of hopefulness entering her voice. Her Mother laughed, "Of course! It's a lovely day." Jess opened the door and peered out, she saw Matt leaning against a brick wall and motioned for him to come up. Looking behind her, she watched her Mother's retreating back. Matt smiled when he saw Jess give him the signal and made his way over. He walked without making any nice, and he smiled at her as he got to the houses. "So, is the coast clear?" he whispered to her as he looked at her and smiled. He could since another female in the house, and he had a feeling it was her mother. So he would have to stay on guard just in case and make sure that her mother didn't see him. Jess held up a finger to her mouth, "Hold on a second." She quickly walked over to the other room to the left and peered around the corner. Looking back at Matt she motioned for him to go up the large staircase in the center of the room. "Go up and then left, and it's the third door on the left." Jess motioned for him to be quick and hesitantly shook off her undone T-Bar sand picked them up in one hand. Matt nodded and smiled, "okay." he then walked like a shadow up the stairs and to the room. He made no sound whatsoever, and it was kind of creepy. He then open the door with the same kind of creepy quiet and walked in. Her room was nice, and he quickly found himself laying on her bed as if he had done it a million times. Jess took another glance around the corner and slid across the landing towards the stairs, Okay, a terrible day to wear stockings. Taking the stairs this day was more difficult than usual, so when she reached the last stair she almost ran towards her room. When she reached her door she opened it and quickly closed it behind her and dropped her shoes at her feet. With a sigh she slid down the door and sat on the floor. Matt looked up at Jess and saw her sitting on the floor. He jumped up off her bed and walked over to her, wondering if everything was okay. He then kneeled down in front of her and looked at her worried, "hey, are you okay?" he asked and his Australian accent came into play. For some odd reason he always felt like he could be himself around her, and he didn't have to hide. "If you want I could leave." Jess giggled, "Oh no, you don't have to go." She shook her head and stood up, "It's just that usually when I'm sneaking someone into my house it's not a boy. Usually it's just Alex or some other girl." Jess waved her hand dismissively and walked past him towards her bed. In the center was a little crumpled mess, and she laughed, Must have laid down for a while. Turning back to Matt she sat down and said, "So, umm. There's a bathroom just through that door where you can shower and whatever," She pointed to a pale door opposite her bed, "I'll go and get you something you can change into, I think my brothers stuff should fit you. If you don't mind wearing other people's clothes while yours get cleaned." Matt smiled, "don't mind at all, and thanks for the clothing." he said as he made his way over to the bathroom. "And you don't have to worry about your parents finding me, if they get close I will simply disappear into thin air." he said as he passed her and went into the bathroom. It was nice, and he was surprised that Jess wasn't a stuck up snob with the way she lived. Jess smiled at Matt's back and asked back out of her room and walked further down the hall to her older brother's room, "Hmm Tim should have something that Matt can wear." She softly pushed the door open and peered inside, she smiled as she spied her 20-year-old brother passed out on his bed with a foot hanging off the side. Tip toeing over to his wardrobe she chose a light blue shirt and a pair of Tim's black jeans and quietly snuck back out of his room and into her own. Walking over to the bathroom door she could here water running and gently laid the clothes on the floor and knocked on the door and SAI "There are some clothes outside the door for you Matt." Shadows seemed to engulf the clothing and make it disappear. "Thanks." Matt called as she shut off the water and dried off. He had a few scares here and there but nothing to bad compared to other demons. He then pulled on her brothers clothing and was surprised to find that they fit him very well. After he was completely dressed he came out and smiled at her, "you know you're too kind to me." he said, and his hair was still slightly damp. Jess tilted her head and smiled, "Oh no. I'm just being me. Haha, my parents are always telling me to stop being so nice." She cooled her eyes and stretched out on her double bed, while Matt was in the shower Jess had changed into a nice with singlet top and a pair of jean shorts. "It's good to see that the clothes fit well." She gestured towards the top with a simple wave of her hand. Matt nodded, ", and thanks again for the clothing." he said and then sat down next to her on the bed. "And I don't thing anyone can stop being too nice, it is just part of who you are." he said and then laid back on her bed, letting his feet dangle off the side. Jess looked good in the outfit she changed into, and he couldn't help but look her over. Jess caught Matt looking and blushed slightly, "What?" she instinctively ran a hand over her stomach and looked down at it, her white top didn't look bad or anything. She shuffled a little UNIL she was leaning back on her elbows, "So, I'm sorry, but I want to know more about you." Her eyes raked over his own body and stopped on his eyes. Matt smiled and looked into her eyes deeply, "what do you want to know about? You can ask me anything." he said as he smiled at her. She was probably the only one who ever wanted to know more about him, and he liked that. "MMM well....." Jess stopped talking and looked up at the ceiling, what did she want to know? It’s not something you think about every day, Oh yeah, like I'm going to think about questions to ask a Demon. She turned back to him smiled, "What about like family? You must have siblings? Parents?" She looked around her at the millions of photos stuck on her wall, "Friends? Girlfriends?" She couldn't help but laugh at that one, I must be stoned or something, why am I asking him about Girlfriends? Matt looked at her and smiled, "parents are somewhere in France having fun, they don't care much about me since i don't want to kill human. You have already met my brother, he is a pain in the neck and he absolutely will hate me after what I did to him though he already did hate my guts and that is about it for family." he said and then smiled wider when it came to friends, "right now I only have one friend and that is you and I have never had anything close to a girlfriend before. To May girls scream why they find out my secret about being a demon and run for it." he said as he looked at her. "Oh. I couldn't understand why." Jess rolled her eyes and started to laugh, it was easy being herself around Matt, what was it about him? Must be the eyes. Hahaha. It's always the eyes when it comes to guys. Jess laughed at sat up and crossed her legs underneath her, "Okay than, what about other schools? What were they like?" Matt smiled as he remembered all the hundreds of schools he has been too. "Well in truth this one has to be the best out of all the hundred I have been to. But the ones in Australia weren't bad, the ones in Europe where okay, but I hated the schools Brazil. For some odd reason I just never liked it there." he said as he smiled at her. "And in total I have been over one hundred schools." Jess blinked hared, "Wow, that's a lot of schools. MMM, how old are you anyway? I mean you can't have gone to all those without at least a few lifetimes to do it in." She started to laugh at the thought. Matt smiled at Jess," in truth I am 180 years old, but that is young compared to other demons." he said as he looked at her. "Huh. Well I'm totally lost on other questions now." Jess looked up at the ceiling again and reached up towards a small crack above her bed, the air crackled around her as the small crack seemingly fixed itself. Smiling to herself she looked back around her room. She could hear her parents in the garden talking and laughing, Wonder how many drinks Mothers had. Matt chuckled, "well if you think of anything else you want to ask later go ahead." he said as he looked up at the ceiling and remembered all his years of living. He had been in the holocaust, had a few scares from that, been in a few wars but never killed anyone and had seen how the world changed. He heard people laughing and knew it was her parents. "Okay so, Umm. If you don't mind I'll go and check your clothes, they should be finished washing by now and then yeah, we can figure out what to do than." Jess stepped off her bed and walked over to the door and peered outside, "Alice." She whispered down the hall until a short woman came to the door and peered in, "Yes M'Lady?" Jess smiled and peered back down the hall, "You know those clothes I gave you? Are they finished yet? Because I sorta need them." Jess looked over her shoulder at Matt and smiled. "No M'Lady, I'm sorry they aren't." Jess repressed a sigh and eye roll and closed the door by saying, "Okay tell me when they are." Matt stayed on her bed as HSE talked to the girl and pulled out his sketchbook. He started to draw to pass the time, and he soon ever forgot that he was in someone's else house. He was perfectly content drawing and as he drew he found himself drawing him and Jess dancing together, she was in a beautiful flowing white dress, and he was in a suit. Jess turned away from the door and caught Matt in a trance, his head was beat over his sketch pad. She smiled as she jumped on the bed next to him and laughed as he dropped his pad. "So, what now?" Matt gently picked up hiss kept pad and smiled at her, "we can do what ever you want. I am pretty much game for anything." he said as he looked at her. He knew that he wanted to do something with her, and he didn't care what it was. As long as he was with her, he would be happy. "Hamm, Umm, have you been in the city for long?" Jess least forward a little on her hands and tilted her head to the side, Okay I'm not going to flirt, I promise! Matt shook his head, "no, I haven't been here long. IN truth, I just got here this morning and I went straight to school." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then got an idea, "how about if you show me around." he said as he smiled at her and would like to know his way around this city. He hardly got to know a place at all anymore since he always has to be on the move. Yeah, sure I'll show you around!" Jess jumped off the end and walked over to the desk near the window. Pulling a brush through her hair and grabbing a gray cardigan she slipped on her black ballet slippers. "Okay I'll show you the middle of the city first, but we might have to take the bus there though." Matt laughed as he got up and off of the bed. "I don't like buses a lot and I have a better way to travel." he said as he let his wings come out, and he smiled at her. Flying was an easier way to get around and a lot faster. He wanted to take her flying with him since he knew that she would like it. Jess smiled as she wrapped a gold watch around her first, it glittered among the silver bangles, "Okay than." She walked up to him and laughed, "I have to admit I am a tiny little bit scared haha." Matt smiled and took her into his arms. "don't be, your safe with me." he said as he walked over to the one window and open it. "Now hold on." he said and jumped out the window. He threw his wings open and started to flap them as they flew threw the sky. Jess held on for dear life, "Okay now I'm even more scared hahaha." She laughed a little nervously as the streets rushed by underneath her, What would Mother say, me flying. She smiled as she imagined her Mother's tight-lipped face staring at her. Matt smiled and held onto her tightly, "don't be, I am here and I won't drop you, Promise." he said as he picked up some speed and flew faster. He knew that other demons would hate him for taking a human out flying, but he didn't care about other demons. Jess pointed to a small park underneath them, "Okay drop me down there, we can get to the City from there. It's only a fine minute walk from there." Jess always liked this park it was where her Mother used to take her when she was a child, before her Stepfather and the money started coming, and she got snobby. Matt smiled and slowly started too decent to the park. He soon landed in the park and set her down on the ground. "Okay, so now that we are here show me around." he said with a smile. He was glad to be out with Jess now, it felt right being around her. "Hmm Okay how about we go this way." Jess pointed down a small gravel path that lead through the park and out into the street. "This way is where the shopping mall is and all those stores like Sanity and all those music stores." Matt nodded as he walked down the path with her. "I see, well I hardly ever have time to shop, but now I think that might change." he said as he smiled at her. He was usually on the run but here he wasn't, he had all the time in the world. Jess looked up just as a bird flew overhead, "Yeah well some of the shops are pretty bad haha." She looked back up at him and smiled, "But then there are the ones that the adults don't know about." She grabbed his hand and lead him down a small trail which was overgrown with weeds. Matt laughed, "yeah I have heard about those." he said as he let her drag him to where ever she was taking him. He was just going to let her take him to where ever she wanted since he had asked for her to show her around. Jess looked around her as her and Matt came into another street, her eyes fell on a group of boys and girls and as the turned and looked at her, she waved, "Hi guys! Where's Jack?" When they shook their heads she repressed a groan and eye roll and continued down the street. "Okay well Jack is my best friend, well besides Alex of course. He is he one who showed me this place, I thought you should probably meet him to because he can also use Magic." Woah! This is like a new level for me! I've never told anyone about my Magic, not even Alex! Matt nodded, "I see, but I am not sure if Jack will like me." he said as he looked at Jess. "As you know anyone who has magic knows about demons, and they fear us. They attack my kind with good reason, so I am just not sure if he would like to meet me." he said as he looked at her. "But I would like to meet him." "Oh no it's okay haha." Jess waved a hand dismissing Mat's last comment, "Sure he hates Demons, but he has a thing for this one Demon girl that used to pass by here all the time. So he sort of knows that there are good ones." She turned to face him and squeezed his hand tight, "And besides when he sees I'm with you, he won't really care what you are." Jess laughed at dragged Matt further down the street and CME to a brown door, knocking on it once she heard the lock scrape and Jack appeared at the door looking a little disheveled, "What? Jessica?" Jess smiled and pushed him to the side and walked in dragging Matt with him, "Yes Jack, who else would it be? Elizabeth? I don't think so." Matt let Jess drag him into the house and as they passed Jack he got a good look at him. HS name didn't ring any bells but the name Elizabeth did. If that was the demon Jess had told him about he was glad that she hadn't taken a liking to Jack. Elizabeth was known for liking to let her prey come to her and when she found one she liked she would kill him. Jess rolled her eyes again as she watched Jack close the door with a silent snap, "Okay what do you want Jess?" She smiled and let go of Matt's hand, "I missed you, it's been ages since I last saw you." Jess walked over to him and put her arms around his shoulders. Watching his bewildered expression she started to laugh and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry. Elizabeth can have you. She's a slut anyway." Jess walked back over to a couch in front of a fireplace and looked skeptically at the makeshift bed he had made, "Why are you sleeping on the couch?" Jess pointed towards the couch but than caught Matt's look from the corner of her eye and skipped back over to him, "Oh yeah, this is Mathew. He's new. And he's a Demon, like Elizabeth. Just without the slutty tendencies." Matt smirked, "don't get to close to her, she can be very dangerous." he said as he looked at him. He then sat down on the couch and smirked. "She likes to kill people she takes a liking to." he said as he smiled at both of them. Jess rolled her eyes again, "Oh who does that remind you of?" Jess leaned against the table, "Now how is my favorite girl?" Jess copied Jason's voice perfectly and watched as Jack tilted his head to the side. "Wait Jason came back? I thought he was in Italy." Jess stood straight and jumped up onto the table, "No he came back but I broke his nose." Jack walked over to Jess and Matt and sat on a chair next to them, "Yeah well did you give him a punch for me?" Jess shook her head, "Oh no I didn't punch him. I hit him with a branch, ask Matt." She pointed towards Matt and smirked, "I told you I had a good swing." Matt chuckled at the memory, "yes she hit him pretty good with that branch. By the time she was done with him his face was covered in blood." he said as smiled at the thought of his brother all bloody. "It was good for a change to see my brother bloody and defeated instead of the human." he said as he looked at them "Wait he's your brother?" Jack put a protective hand across Jess's shoulders and gave Matt a carry look, "Calm down Jack. He's fine. He's like, oh what's her name? Alexandra." Jess watched as Jack relaxed and lowered his arm. "Don't worry Matt. Alexandra was this chick that used to live here. She didn't go to my school, but I knew her through Jack. She was harmless, well in a way that meant she wouldn't kill you after she screwed you." Matt relaxed in the seat and looked at them, "I think I have heard of her but I can't quit remember what I heard, but I do remember the name." he said as he looked at them. "And yes he is my brother, but he hates my guts." he said and chuckled, "right now he is probably waking up and screaming about how he is going to kill me." he said as he remembered where he had placed his brother. "But I won't hurt Jess, I mean why would I." he said as he looked at him. Jess smiled and leaped off the table with a light jump. She spun around until she landed on Jack and hugged him before saying, "Don't worry Jack! Matt wouldn't dare hurt me hahaha. I could absolutely total him!" Jack gave her a confused look, 'What in God's name does total mean?" Jess laughed, "It means I would bash him hahaha." Matt was surprised by her words and had no idea what to say. But he also did trust her a lot and he would never hurt her. She had to be the only friend he had and he really liked her. She was beautiful, smart, tough and all around amazing. Jess walked up to Matt and threw her ears around him, "Don't worry I won't hurt you Matt. I'll be nice haha." Jess laughed and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Yes Jack before you ask I do like him." Jess turned towards Jack with a sweet smile, "Say anything about this to anyone and your dead!" She turned back to Matt, "It's nothing against you of course, it's just my parents really wouldn't understand." Matt smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist. "That is completely understandable since Id ought your parents would like me." he said as he looked at her and liked the kiss on the cheek. But it was understandable since if her parents where anything like her then they would be able to tell he was a demon and if they weren't, they still probably wouldn't like him. He then kissed her cheek and whispered, "and for the record, I like you too." Jess smiled, "Okay so now that we have that all cleared up." She shrugged his arm off hers and walked over to the table and jumped up and sat on it, "Now what to do if Jason comes back. I don't really think he will like me hitting him again." She caught from the corner of her eye Jack laughing quietly and smiled even bigger. Matt sighed, "when he comes back I will get his attention and get him to follow me out of town. He won't give up a chance to come and give me a beating. But if he does't follow me he will come after you Jess. I will give you my cell phone number so if he comes after you call me." he said as he looked at her and had a feeling that he would have to keep an eye on her since Jason would probably go after her or him. Jess smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "If her comes for me, I can always hit him with another stick." She laughed as the image of Jason popped into her head. I won't let him get close enough to hurt me again. "That is if he doesn't tackle you to the ground first." he said as he looked at her. He would make sure that Jason didn't land a hand on her. He would die before he let his brother lay another hand on her again. Jess looked into the fire and nodded. "Okay well I'm hoping he doesn't get out at all. That would save me a lot of trouble and problems." Matt nodded, "yeah if I know my brother he will be back." he said as he relaxed and wondered when his brother was going to come after them. He was either going to come after them right away or was going to make a plan and then come. Either way they only had a few hours or a day before his brother came after them. Jess nodded again and stepped off the table and walked into the kitchen, "All this talking about Jason is making me depressed." reaching into the freezer in the corner of the room she pulled out a tub of cookies and cream ice-cold and grabbed a spoon from the sink, "Thanks Jack for the ice-cream." She said around a mouthful Matt shield and grabbed a spoon himself. "Ice cream solves everything." he said as he took a spoonful and ate some. It tasted perfect just like all ice cream did. He couldn't believe how anyone these days could live without it. He then looked at Jess, "I thought you were going to show me around town." he said and smiled at her. Jess laughed, "I got lazy. I hope you don't mind."[sorry for the short post I have to go back to class now bye] "not at all" he said and shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He didn't care as long as there was ice cream and Jess having fun.((oh, okay)) [Sorry]Jess laughed as she spooned another mouthful into her mouth, "Hey Jack, do you have any other kinds of ice-cream?" She watched jack get up off the chair and walk into the kitchen. "No I don't think I do." She heard the slamming of the freezer door and sighed, "Powwow, that means we will have to go and buy you some." Matt smiled and nodded, "yeah, I guess so." he said and couldn't wait to get more. He loved ice cream more than any other demon. On the way to get more ice cream he could get to know more about this town and to see where everything is. Jess smiled and dropped the tub of ice-cream and her spoon on the table, "Okay let's go." She said while clapping her hands. "We'll be back in a bit Jack. I'm hungry." Jess pulled Matt after her towards the door and out into the street, "I'll show you the best place for ice cream." Jess walked out of the alley and watched as a group of students from their school walked past in their uniforms, Hmm, school must be done. Jess looked at her watch and nodded, "Yeah, school's out. Didn't realize that we were at Jack's for so long." She laughed and lead the way down the street. Matt smirked, "I could have told you that we had spent a while there." he said as he looked at her. Demons could basically tell the time of day right away and always knew when night was coming. So that was how they could time there kills and rapes perfectly. "What kind of ice cream should we get?" he asked as he walked besides her. Jess watched as Alex walked past them with a sly wink to her, and she laughed as her and Matt crossed the road and walked towards the shopping center. "Well you can pick if youlike. What's your favorite?" She gave him a smile and put her hand into his and squeezed tightly. Matt smiled when he felt her take his hand and looked at her, "my favorite kind has to be death by chocolate." he said apply. He loved that Ice cream since it was just pure sugar and chocolate, and he loved those things. "But what is your favorite kind?" he asked as he looked at her. "Hmm, I don't really have a favorite hahaha. I just really like ice-cream." Jess looked around until she found the store she was looking for, "Here it is. Come on." Jess pulled Matt after her and into the cool ice-cream store. Looking up and down on the shelves she said, "You pick one."[sorry for the late reply] ((it is okay))Matt smiled and then picked out regular chocolate. "This will do." he said as he smiled at her. "So what do you like to do for fun?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. Jess glanced at the chocolate ice-cream in Matt's hand, "Well usually shopping, listening to music." She smiled, "Oh and the usual Demon beat down." She laughed as she went to go pay for the ice-cream. Matt chuckled, "of house that had to be in there." he said as he looked at her, "and we have one common thing, I also like to listen to music." he said as he followed he rot the check-out. Jess laughed, "Yeah of course that would be there haha." She handed over some money to the boy behind they counter and turned back to Matt. "So, how about we leave now?" Matt smiled at her, "sounds like a good idea." he said as he started to walk out of there with his ice cream and smiled at her, "so after school what do you want to do?" he asked her Jess thought for a minute, "Hmm umm. I'm not too sure. What did you want to do?" She kept walking until she reached an intersection and looked down each street thinking of stuff for them to do. Matt smiled, "I was thinking of taking you out to some place special." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He was thinking of taking her to Paris or Italy since those where two of his favorite places. Jess smiled, "Okay. Where did you have in mind?" Matt smiled at her, "who knows, I haven't decided yet, but I am sure that you will like going there." he said since he was still trying to decided between the two. He then looked at her, "your welcome to try and guess though, but I won't give any hints." he said with a smile. Jess laughed, "I don't think so. I'm no good at guessing!" She smiled at him, "How about you just tell me your ideas?" Matt smiled at her, "well I was thinking of either taking you to Paris or Italy." he said as he smiled at her. Jess's eyes lit up, "Paris? Wow, my parents go like every year, but they never seem to want to take me." She started to get excited and jumped a little while holding onto Matt, 'Okay can we go there?" Matt smiled at her, "sure we can and I know you will love it there." he said as he smiled at her and couldn't wait to take her there. Jess smiled, "Okay, are we going to leave now or later?" "When ever you want" he said as he smiled at her. "Can we leave like now?" Jess looked around her and watched as the people went by, "Are we going to like go hide somewhere?" Matt smiled at her and then wrapped his arms around her, "no, I can do it right here." he said, and they seemed to shot up into the sky.

Love is messed up ~Palmoun and sweet_serender159~|rating:3.0

The witch's dragon (NightRocker13 and Narath)

Drat his growled happily as he chewed on the remains of his most recent hunt, the red of the blood staining the black dragon's muzzle. He was glad that he was able to catch some rabbit to feast on today, as the last week had been hard on him. The dragon had to settle for eating some of the locals' sheep, which didn't quite appetite him. They were always penned up, so they weren't much of a hunt, and their wool always got stuck in his teeth. He's have shaved them down, but Drat his didn't exactly have time to, with the farmers being mad about him eating some of their flock a couple of times. It wasn't like the aye much, just one or two every couple days. He wasn't a large dragon after all, just a tad bit smaller than a horse. Though, his large bat-like wings and two rows of spines running down his backside were rather intimidating too. Game in the forest had returned to normal though, so hopefully he wouldn't have to do that again. He would hate to have to put up with frightened villagers. A frightened village always caused trouble for his kind, Drat his thought as he groomed the iridescent scales on his paws, making sure to get between the daggerlike claws as he did. Artemis Lore traveled from village to village helping the towns people with magical pests and healing. She did what she could to help, though it was partly for selfish reasons. She was a hermit at heart, always wishing to dwell alone on the mountain she called home. Her traveling about helping people during spring and summer often prevented people from seeking her out during fall and winter when the mountain paths became treacherous. She liked, at the very least, having half the year to herself. Of course if there were any emergencies she could be found day or night. This was the height of spring, soon to be summer though. She didn't expect any sort of emergency to loom. She soon arrived at a seemingly sleepy little village. Little did she know the battle that was ahead of her. The dragon flew high above the lush green trees of the forest, searching for the river that ran through it. After saying his hunger, he wished to clean his scales from the gore and blood. Drat his took pride in his appearance, trying to make sure his scales practically shined when at their best. He soon found what he was looking for, and dived to the river, landing gently at the shore. The dragon quickly slipped in, the water parting around his heavily muscled frame as his body cut through the water with grace. Despite being a large beast, he was still very agile and nimble. After bathing for some time, and washing the grime off of his hide, Drat his padded ashore and climbed atop a large flat rock to bathe in the sun to dry himself off, and drifted to sleep. Artemis dismounted from her horse and tied it to the rail outside the main inn of the small village. Usually inns like these were good for finding potential jobs. She really didn't need the gold, but she had a feeling that this village could use a bit of help. Nervous conversation suddenly stopped as all eyes looked to the tall woman as she stepped inside. Soon the whispers started, words like 'witch' and 'evil?' floating from person to person. She went straight to the barkeep, usually that was where the innkeepers were, and sat down. A short fellow came over, his eyes wandering over her tall feminine form, paying particular attention to her breasts, which were a respectable D-cup given her substantial height. Her piercing green eyes seemed to pin the man to the spot, stopping any further vulgar imaginings in their tracks. "I'm new to this village. Are there any in need of the skills of a magic user in this region? Perhaps a failing crop? Illness infecting the area? A beast harassing the flocks?," Artemis asked, rattling off suggestions to the small man. He didn't seem very bright. Perhaps this wasn't the owner of this fine establishment, simply a member of his or her staff. As if on cue a heavyset woman with a good amount of curves shooed the little man away. "Sorry bout that one! He's a bit of a simpleton! To answer yer question we got a bit of a pest control problem. I don't know much about it, not my area, but over that table yonder a bunch of farm hands were making quite the ruckus about it. Might want to check with them. The only thing I know is that a few sheep are going missing every week or so. Nothing alarming mind you, but best bite this issue in the behind before we're out of our livelihoods." the Innkeeper replied, pointing out a table near the back where four or so, what looked to be farmers, were talking among-st themselves. Artemis gave a small nod of understanding to the brunette barkeep, placing a couple gold pieces on the counter as a way of thanks, it was only polite to pay the piper for being so forthcoming. She walked over to the table just in time to hear the last thread of conversation. "I say we send out a hunting party soon as it gets dark! It can't stand up to all of us!" one of them growled angrily, slamming down his mug of ale." Not one of us can stand 'against what'er that thing is! You know it 'well as I. We ain't got no chance against a regular land locked lizard, let alone a full-fledged flying devil!" decried the man sitting opposite him, seeming to have a better head on his shoulders. The third seemed content with nursing his ale and waiting for the debate to die down. Artemis knew this type of talk. Rural raised folk often dealt with differing mystical creatures of the forest, but rarely had the education to identify these creatures' true names, 'Land locked lizard' and 'Full-fledged flying devil' described two different types of dragons indigenous to this region of the forests. The flightless ones weren't that dangerous, they weren't very smart, not nearly cunning enough to cause much trouble. Artemis theorized these 'lesser dragons' were some sort of off branch that possessed very little to no real magic. The fliers though, they were troublesome if they were evil. Flying dragons had the intelligence of any human scholar, and had powerful magics to aid them on top of that. This could be troublesome. She needed to but in on this conversation. "If I may interject. It sounds like you're dealing with a powerful and potentially dangerous magical creature, I would be happy to deal with it for you, if you don't mind." The farmers reacted with varying levels of surprise, the angry one and the cautious ones coming out of their chairs, the quiet one had either spotted her coming or was by this point well and truly too drunk to care. After a bit of discussion Artemis set out of the inn with a mission in mind, time to go dragon hunting! By the time Drat his awoke from his slumber, the sun was low in the sky. With a yawn that showed off a row of gleaming white, and razor sharp teeth, he rose off of the rock and padded over to the river's shore. It was a good nap, the dragon thought as he stretched out his limbs. However, it was late and high time he got home. So after stretching out his large wings, the dragon leapt into the air and made for the nearby mountains. The cave in which he had made his home was not too far up the mountain itself. He disliked the cold further up. It still rewarded him with a beautiful view though. From the small plateau at the café's entrance, he could see the lights of the little village just a few miles away. It was too bad that the humans were too thick skilled to want to speak with him. He'd have loved to trade some of his gold for the trinkets that he's seen them using from afar. After landing on the plateau, Drat his walled inside his home and made his way through the system of tunnels to his library, which was just past the treasury. It was quite the large collection, and the dragon was very proud of it. Though he had a decent sized pile of treasure, the dragon definitely favored knowledge above all else. Taking a scroll from a shelf, he plopped himself in a small best of blankets and pelts and made himself comfortable. As he engrossed himself in reading the scroll, Drat his wasn't too concerned about someone sneaking up on him. His home was fairly remote, and he had warded the entrance to alert him to any intruders. Artemis, who had been meticulously scouring the surrounding wilderness with every bit of locator magics she could think of that wasn't deemed as overkill, finally came to the base of a small mountain near the village. She had thought before the hours of searching, that this would be the only location for a dragon to reasonably live while still being near enough to harass the livestock. She of course went ahead and did hours of mystically combing every inch of forest for signs of the dragon, just to be safe and to be double sure, before arriving at the most likely scenario. Furthermore, she made her way up the mountain with a simple float spell, one that didn't drain too much energy, needed all her strength to fight a dragon after all. Artemis soon landed outside the creature's dwelling, more than likely leading to a complex system of tunnels that would twist to all types of traps and dead ends. She raised her white staff, a forest green emerald encased in the pommel seeming to glow with an innate power, as she focused her mind on a far more powerful incantation. Soon, very soon, the air began to become very agitated indeed. Within ten minutes great gusts of wind were going through the entrance, powerful enough to disturb the dragons rest, even though he resided miles into his cave. Artemis had a fair bit of control over the element of the Air. Being also a symbol of clarity, that contributed to her strength of mind. She was especially good at manipulating the mind of others, though she rarely, if ever, dared to do so. Despite her many talents, she could not hope to penetrate the mind of a dragon, their minds being fortified with primal magics made any attempt suicidal. Her main plan of action was to attract the creature's attention and hope to reason with the beast. She had successfully smoothed over peace talks between beast and human before, the question was, was this dragon the type to attack on sight? Since the witch did not cross his ward, Drat his did not know something was amiss until his scroll he was reading rolled up because of the wind. At first, he thought that it was just because of the way the scroll was laying, but every time he adjusted it, the damned thing would roll up again. And it wasn't just the one he was reading. The scrolls on the shelf were rustling in the breeze as well. It was definitely too persistent to be a natural wind, that was for sure. That, and natural wind was never strong enough to reach this deep." All right, stop it with your parlor tricks!" Drat his bellowed as he finally gave up on ignoring the wind and packed up his scroll. "I'll be right out! Just give me a damned minute!" When he had made sure that the wind hadn't disturbed his scrolls too much, the dragon finally made his way out of his home. There, he found a human female standing on the plateau, whom he assumed was the one responsible for disturbing him. Drathis looked her up and down. She was fairly beautiful by human standards. Even the dragon thought she was rather pretty. Her curves even drew him in slightly, her body holding an air of elegance and grace yet held the strength which was most things male dragon's often appreciated in a female. At the moment though, he wasn't there to admire her beauty. In fact, he was rather annoyed." I was in the middle of a very good scroll." He stated in a slightly miffed tone. "What is it you want, witch? Why do you disturb me?" Artemis had the wind cease it's constant effecting of the cliff face once she heard a response of the beast inside. She couldn't help but admire the black dragon's lithe form once he came outside. Scales of obsidian and eyes bright with an intellect that may very well rival her own. At his rather brusque question Artemis straitened, capturing his gaze with her single piercing green eye. "I come on behalf of the villagers below. They are frightened and angry at the fact that you have partaken members of their flocks and wish you to be gone. Most humans are fearful of dragon's. Either I go back with a that of peace or I go back with your hide, it's up to you really. What say you dragon? I'm fine with whatever you choose, dragon's blood does make an excellent spell component." Artemis explained, ending her speech with a thinly veiled threat. This could go one of two ways, depending on this dragon's reaction, though she was betting on this conflict resolving peacefully. This beast seemed rather shrewd, less inclined to anger. Only time would tell, best be ready for a violent reply. Unbeknownst to the beast, Artemis had woven multiple protective wards about herself before ascending to the dragon's keep. Despite her wait in her craft, she stiffened visibly as she waited for a reply. "There was little to no game in the forest." Drat his replied with an affronted tone at her threat. "Do they expect me to starve when they have plenty?" I'll not leave my home for some humans that have been here not even half the time I have." He continued, growling in frustration. "Their people moved into my territory, and I was generous enough to let them. I think I'm entitled to several sheep once a year or so." The dragon eyed up the witch warily. He could sense her power, and knew that she would be a powerful adversary. And if she was standing up to a dragon and making demands of him without batting an eye, she must be very confident in her abilities. That meant that she was either stupid, or capable. Drat his decided to assume the latter just to be safe." I have no wish to fight you, witch." He sighed, though still at the ready in case she attacked. "Please, just come inside and rest from your climb before going home. There's no reason for us to part on bad terms." Artemis visibly relaxed when the dragon did not immediately move to attack her, despite her prowess she doubted she could have escaped that battle unscathed. "One moment please." she asked, holding up a hand as she released many of the protective wards she had wrapped about herself, though she kept the protection from fire just in case. Now, visibly weakened, almost seeming to have aged, she graciously accepted his invitation. "My name is Artemis Lore if you would like to call me something rather than 'witch'." she added as she walked past the majestic beast. "Do tell, what is your name? Your kind are likewise known for their individualism. Unless of course you would like me to make up something. Though, trust me, you wouldn't want that." Artemis asked as she traveled through the winding tunnels, a smirk forming on her lips. She could never resist teasing, and this dragon seemed a kindred spirit to her. As the witch stood down, so did the dragon, his large coiled muscles relaxing. She seemed the honorable sort, especially after he sensed layers of magic peeling away from her. It seemed that she came prepared, though there was little use for the wards that were protecting her now. She was quite amusing, he had to admit. And had spunk too, he thought as she just strolled on by him and into his cave. This witch was quite the individual. Drat his was glad to have made her acquaintance, though he wished it were under better circumstances." You can call me Drat his, Artemis Lore." The dragon spoke as he caught up to her, his footfalls surprisingly silent for such a large creature. "Though I am indeed slightly curious as to what name you'd design for a dragon." He led her to his library, thinking that it was as good a place as any to relax. There, he grabbed a couple of pillows from his small nest and set them aside for her to sit upon before settling into his own spot." So, do you only visit the mountains to pick fights with dragons?" Drat his asked once settled down, not unlike a cat. "Not a very good one I can assure you, I've never been good at naming things. Though the color of your ebony scales do give me some ideas." Artemis commented at his muttered question. She allowed the surprisingly stealthy creature to take the lead, she had no way of knowing where these tunnels went after all. Once Drat his was ahead of her, Artemis allowed her shoulders to slump a bit. Though she seemed youthful in appearance she was actually quite old, according to human standards at least. Witches were often granted life spans far greater than humans, the price of working with such powerful magics. Another cost being that they tired rather easily. With all the spells she had woven today Artemis was rather weary. She loathed to let it show in front of the dragon. As trustful as Drat his seemed, she was understandably fearful of his intentions. Drathis led them into what appeared to be a library. Artemis's eye lit up with interest at the many scrolls and books placed about the room. She tried to hide how grateful she was when Drat his gave her cushions to sit on. She could tell by a certain amount of pressure in the back of her mind a migraine was about to start forming. Damned weakened constitution! Always striking when my magics are depleted... Asshole.she cursed mentally. "I actually live on a different mountain, many days travel from here. But to answer your question, no, I don't run around fighting dragons. Usually I ply my trade by healing the sick, aide failing crops, and negotiating peace between villagers and wayward magical creatures. On occasion that does cause me to go into battle with dragons. Though I've found approaching a disagreement from diplomatic standpoint often prevents far more bloodshed than simply beating it with a stick." Artemis explained, trying desperately to hide the white-hot pain forming within her skull. "It gladdens me to hear that." Drat his said with a toothy smile, and a polite bow of his head. "Not many humans offer my kind that courtesy, and it is pleasant to hear not all are like that." Though she was hiding her pain very well, the dragon's eyes were very sharp, and he could tell when most creatures were in discomfort. He had no doubt that this woman could take care of herself, but she was now a guest in his home. Despite what others thought, dragons were quite civilized, and prided themselves in it. And being a host that let their guest suffer, however silently, was just out of the question." Would you like some tea, Artemis Lore?" He offered, trying not to let on that he knew that she was hurting so he could leave her dignity intact. "I have a few rare herbs in my collection that are good for recovery of the mind and body. There's no doubt in my mind that trek up the mountain would be taxing on any human." Before she could reply though, Drat his had already arisen and went into another small cavern down the hall. There, he lit a fire beneath a large iron pot of water that was hanging in the room, before gathering some choice tea leafs from a nearby shelf. "That courtesy was a learned achievement. A century ago I was far more brash. I would attack without question, never thinking of the consequences that came from underestimating an opponent. It took being bested by a terrible foe for me to truly learn my limitations. After that, I came to understand what mercy meant, mostly because he never showed me such kindness." Artemis explained, alluding to horrendous happenings from her past. Her mood had darkened a bit, she only became like this because she was tired. Though she realized she shouldn't afflict her newest acquaintance with her personal troubles. So she mentally shook away such thoughts. Meanwhile, her head was seriously starting to hurt, perhaps she needed to cut this visit short. Just as Artemis was about to excuse herself Drat his offered to make tea. She knew full well he had deduced that she was in pain and was attempting to alleviate it without causing her embarrassment. Mentally she wished a many great blessings upon him, out loud she simply accepted the offer with a polite showing of gratitude. Rare herbs? I wonder how many I can name. Fun mental exercise!she mused as she awaited the tea, her mood already improving greatly. She already looked forward to getting to know Drat his better, odd considering she was usually inclined to seek seclusion rather than companionship. "As far as the climb it wasn't nearly as bad as one might think. As an Adept level Witch of the element of Air, I simply used my power to float me up here. Though to say that used no effort would be a terrible lie. It did, just not as much as actually climbing the mountain itself." Artemis explained as an afterthought. She didn't want him to think she was that weak, simply a bit frailer... As Artemis spoke of her past, Drat his listened intently with genuine interest. He loved a good story, and it sounded like the witch had quite the tale to tell. When she cut it short, and offered no further details, his shoulders visibly sagged. However, despite his own disappointment, he'd not press her for anything more. Being a few centuries old himself, he knew that some parts of one's past were sometimes preferred to be forgotten. Though he hoped that someday she'd tell him the rest. Having prepared the leaves, he quickly visited his treasure trove to gather a gold chalice with a few small gems embedded into it. Sadly, he didn't have much company of the human variety, so the dragon had no cups suitable for tea. It would have to do, he thought as he blew off a thin layer of dust as he went back to the now boiling pot of water. Thankfully, his fire made quick work of heating water so they did not have to wait long. Finally, after finishing preparing the tea, Drat his carried his pot of tea over to the library with the chalice. After settling down, he scooped some tea from the pot and carefully handed it to his guest." Well, you look very good for a human of your age and experience." Drat his said before lapping at his tea quickly, enjoying the strong earthy flavor. "I should have known that you were an air adept after you nearly blew my scroll across the room. Flying here with your magic is still no doubt a feat in itself though. You'd have to be very strong of mind to accomplish that." "I am powerful, yes. Some say I am one of the few left alive that deserve the title Witch Queen, or With Mother. I have a tendency to disagree with that notion, I am no leader of heroes or decider of battles. I am simply a traveling magic user for half the year and a hermit in my free time." Artemis explained, despite her obvious prowess she could still be considered humble. Of course the rest of her scattered kind felt her willingness to hide away on her mountain half the year was downright blasphemous. Artemis couldn't help but scoff at the simpletons of the Council. They were far too fond of meddling in the affairs of mortals, that fondness would get them killed. She forced her mind out of retrospection, she was a guest of a dragon, she couldn't be rude. "Apologies, my mind keeps going elsewhere. This tea is quite good Drat his. Thank you." Artemis mentioned, refocusing on the black dragon sitting before her. As she sipped on the earthy brew her headache and general ache of the body quite quickly melted away. Now, her mind far clearer she could focus on the present instead of thinking of the past." It wasn't that far from a flight. I simply arrived at the base of the mountain on foot and used a float spell that didn't take too much effort. Artemis continued humbly, she was not the type to give into pride or vanity, hence why she didn't really comment on her beauty. She simply had no way of understanding how she could captivate the people around her with the use of her looks alone. "You seem to have a great amount of intelligence about you. I so hope I didn't ruin any of your scrolls while I was trying to get your attention. I figured making a bit of wind would have been far less rude than say, blasting the cave entrance with lightening." she explained, lightly teasing, she couldn't resist for Drat his seemed an easy person to talk to. "Please, there's no need to apologize." The dragon replied, dismissing it with a wave of his paw. "I very much enjoy stories. It's why I surround myself with scrolls. And the more you tell me, the more intrigued I become." Drathis relaxed slightly as he saw the tea helped the human recover. It wouldn't do to have a guest faint in his home after all. Plus, it was nice to have someone to just sit and chat with for once. It had been too long since he had even talked to anyone." You flatter me, Artemis Lore." Drat his said with a lighthearted chuckle that sounded rather gruff coming from a dragon at her comment of his intelligence. "I was merely exaggerating at how bad your breeze was. My scrolls are fine, but thank you for your concern." Anyways, you seem like you are a very learned individual yourself." He continued after raking a long sip from his tea. "Do you have your own library? I'd imagine it very grand for a witch so skilled." "I do have quite the collection of rare tomes and ancient texts passed through the ages of my kind. I also have many writings from many diverse teachings. I generally have a fascination for language and cultures that are separate from my own. My seeking of knowledge is about the only thing that will get me off of my mountain. That and of course the obligatory travel to help small settlements in need of magic aide." Artemis explained. She didn't mention that her library, though quite large, could not be found by normal means, she had complex enchantments safeguarding it from any watchful eye. After all, great and terrible powers were hidden within those scrolls and books. Some of which revealed her greatest power, and greatest weakness. The location, and way of entering, her library was a closely guarded secret, one that she would share with no one, even if she was getting along with a person from the get-go, like Drat his. She had had many close calls when it came to her library and the treasure trove of knowledge she kept within, hence her copious amounts of safeguards that some might say near paranoia level. "So what type of knowledge to you often search for? Is it simply something to entertain you? Or do you seek it out for a specific purpose?" Artemis asked, she loved learning from others, and what the seeking of knowledge meant to them. Her main goal in life was to live out her days travelling, learning, and lending a helping hand whenever she could. She never really thought of relationships when she thought of how her life would go, simply of gathering knowledge and using it for the well-being of others, and of course using that knowledge to kill a certain giant fire-breathing lizard. "A woman of wisdom." Drat his nodded respectfully, impressed at her said collection. "I'm not so inclined to the books of magic and things. Personally I prefer anything that has a story. History, fiction, anything that allows me to explore places and times I've never touched. It's absolutely fascinating!" You want to explore the ancient city of Travis, fabled for their knowledge in magic before the cataclysm that destroyed them?" The dragon continued his tail whipping back and forth in uncontained excitement as he lithely ran to a section of shelf and gestured to a sizable collection of old scrolls, mostly beautiful and ornate before running to a smaller collection of more plain scrolls. "Or how about the fantastic works of an author from a little fisher's village off the coast of Dallas?" Catching himself, the dragon forced himself to calm down. Drat his forgot how excited he got when talking about his love of books, and how he tended to ramble when others weren't necessarily interested in the same kinds of things. He didn't know if she liked history books, or storybook, but he couldn't help himself. The dragon loved showing off his books and sharing his passion with others. But it had been so very long since he had a visitor, he had forgotten his manners." I beg your pardon, Artemis Lore." Drat his said, slightly embarrassed as he prodded back to his seat before curling up. "I did not mean to babble on like that." Artemis couldn't help but smile at Drat his's excitement as he told her of his passion for stories. His enthusiasm was quite contagious. But then he stopped and was suddenly apologizing. "Drat his, I would not call you speaking of something you love. You certainly were not babbling. I do enjoy reading for entertainment purposes, it is often quite relaxing. I simply prefer to read for knowledge first, entertainment second. There is certainly nothing wrong with that of course. What I enjoy most of all is people talking of their passions. When is passionate their enthusiasm is quite contagious, and it brightens up the entire room. The person or persons who made you believe that you annoyed others is very wrong in their perceptions." Artemis calmly explained, hoping for Drat his to feel a bit more comfortable. Her voice was calm her eyes were gentle, she only hoped he loosened up. She despised being forced to stifle her own passions for politeness' sake, and she wouldn't have Drat his feeling obligated to do so. "Thank you for understanding." Drat his replied, feeling more at ease from her kind words. "It's just been many years since I've been able to have proper company, and I fear that I may be a bit out of practice when it comes to socializing at times." A long sigh escaped his maw as he thought on that. It was rather lonely here. There were not many dragons in this region, and he did not with to stray far from his books for fear that something would happen to them. Humans didn't tend to make for good conversationalist either. When they saw him, they usually just turned and ran, or tried to slay him." I'm glad that you decided to chat instead of try and slay me." The dragon said with a light smile. "It's a nice change. Talking civil is a good change from what I'm used to now days." Artemis relaxed against her pillows, she couldn't remember the last time she felt so comfortable with nearly a complete stranger. Truly Drat his was quite the dragon. She couldn't help but chuckle when Drat his explained his lack of practice when it came to social etiquette. "Trust me when I say I am the last person who cares about such things. I spend half of the year hidden in a hut on a mountainside far from any other settlements. You may be as lacking when it comes to social decorum as you need to be. I will not interpret it as rudeness, for I assure you, I have blundered often when it comes to the niceties of society." Artemis assured. She always hated social interaction, finding it rather exhausting, but it seemed with Drat his conversation wasn't nearly so taxing." I learned not to immediately attack your kind from experience. It also helped that there were no signs of evil magics in the area. Often when a Dark dragon is prowling around the natural magic that exudes from them affects the area. It can cause unusual weather patterns, the crops would wither and die, and the animals in the area would be far more hostile. When the dragon ruling over the area is good the weather is as well, the harvest is bountiful, and other animals are less likely to attack villages. Before I arrived to confront you I checked the area and found everything to be in order. Therefore, I felt no need to try and kill you at least not immediately." Artemis calmly explained. She had learned the signs of many creatures over her decades of travel. Dragons just happened to leave less of a physical presence on an area than other wild beasts. He smiled a toothy grin at the witch. She was very pleasant to talk to. Even when he got the rare chance of talking to a human, they were always too afraid to speak their mind because of what the big bad dragon might do. But not this one. She was very open with him, and he appreciated that." You are a very strange human, Artemis Lore." Drat his spoke warmly to her as he settled more into the blankets. "I mean that as a compliment." I've never met a human so open-minded, and free willed. It's refreshing to be honest." "Well I am not technically human am I? I've lived far past any normal human's lifespan. I have access to powerful magics. The only thing 'human' about me is that if I am struck by blade, or attacked by a fellest without magic aide I will most certainly die. Most do not call me Human. Most, in fact, call me Witch or Sorceress. Though I often serve the less fortunate folk, and I am allowed within their towns I can still relate to you because the humans can call me monster just as easily." Artemis explained, rather matter of fact about their similarities. She may be human in appearance, but working with such powerful magics changed her, even if slightly. Humans picked up on those subtle differences and used it as a reason to separate her from them. For creatures that dominated the world, they were so narrow-minded. "I'm sorry if I offended you." Drat his replied earnestly. "It was my understanding that witches were at least human at some point in their life." If it makes you feel any better, I do not think you are monster." He continued with a kind and toothy smile. "You have a good heart, Artemis Lore. Something that seems very uncommon these days." He yawned, the sharp porcelain colored teeth gleaming in the light. They'd been talking for quite some time, and he did not realize how late it had gotten. Though surely his guest was tired too. Too tired to travel home at this late an hour at least." We should really retire for the night." Drat his rumbled somewhat sleepily. "Would you like to stay till tomorrow? You can leave after getting some much-needed rest, and maybe a conversation over breakfast." "I would like that very much, thank you Drat his." Artemis replied, suddenly feeling how late it was as she yawned as well. "You did not offend me in the slightest Drat his. I was simply pointing out our similarities. I can be awfully blunt from time to time. Apologies if that bluntness made you feel uncomfortable." she explained, wanting to make sure she hadn't hurt the dragon emotionally. He seemed the type to be a good future friend and possible companion so she didn't want to chase him away by being too serious or aloof. The villagers probably think I'm dead by now. That will be a troublesome thing to deal with tomorrow. Not to mention I was so busy talking about myself that I completely forgot to talk over some kind of peace treaty between Drat his and the village. It seems I'll have a lot to do tomorrow...she thought as Drat his went around his cave. "Where is it you would prefer I slept? I can always stay with these pillows. Unless you have a preferred spot for guests to sleep. Either or is fine by me." she asked, looking up at the dragon as, she assumed, he got ready for bed. "I haven't had a guest in... well, I can't actually remember how long it's been." Drat his replied, scaled brow furrowed in thought. "Anyway, I don't really have preparations for a guest, so you may have my own bed if you'll follow me." Getting up, he stretched languidly like a cat before turning to guide her from the library. Leading her deeper into the cave, they soon came upon a smaller cavern. There were a couple shelves of scrolls, and a few tables with treasures he was particularly fond of in here. The biggest furnishing though was the massive nest of pillows and blankets in the center. It was easily big enough for two dragons of his size." You may sleep here." Dreyfus said kindly, wanting to give the best for his guest. "I will sleep back in the library if you need me." "No Drat his. I will not take your bed from you. That would be incredibly rude of me, and I do not need to sleep in such a large nest. I will be fine in the study. Unless you wish to share." Artemis suggested, he seemed insistent on losing his comfortable looking pile of pillows, so her suggestion should make both of them happy. She didn't even think of what sharing a bed would imply because he was a dragon and she was not. "Come now Drat his, it is a bit chill so deep in your home and I will be far more comfortable with you here." she continued, getting onto the nest and leaving enough room for him to curl up if he wished. She wasn't lying, it was rather cool for Artemis's liking, her powerful magics causing her to have a bit more sensitivity to cooler temperatures than normal humans. If Drat his was perceptive, no doubt he was, she was covered in goosebumps and would no doubt start shivering later. "Very well." Drat his relented, not wanting to argue with the powerful witch. "Hold still for a moment." The dragon followed her to his nest and curled up beside her to allow the woman to lean back onto his side. Despite being reptilian in nature, he was quite warm. Dragons had to be so that they could both spit fire and fly high where it's cold. Still, he felt her shivering and quickly draped a wing over her so that she was encased in a small and odd sort of living tent made from leather and scales." Sleep tight, Artemis Lore." The dragon spoke sleepily as he lowered his great scaled head to the cushions.--------------The next morning, Drat his woke slightly confused. The rest was good, but it took him a moment to remember why there was somebody tucked beneath his wing. He smiled, and settled back down again so that she could rest as long as she'd like, trying his best to not disturb her slumber. Artemis found herself falling asleep rather quickly after Drat his covered her with his wing. She had expended quite a bit of energy that day, so it was no surprise. She ended up turning so that she was facing the dragon, cuddling closer to him for the feeling of safety and warmth. Her dreams remained mostly untroubled, though the vision of large, glowing, purple eyes pinning her down caused her to tense as a feeling of dread came over her. It was only a moment but a terrible one nonetheless. She managed to calm herself with the help of Drat his's presence beside her. A whisper of a voice spoke within Drat his's mind about an hour after the dragon woke up." Good morning. I am still mostly asleep, my body being slower to wake than my mind, but feel free to leave if you wish. I will rest a bit longer. She said within the dragon's mind, her mental voice even sounding tired. Artemis's presence left Drat his's mind quickly as the witch relaxed back into a deeper sleep. Bump Upon hearing the woman's voice in his head, Drat his shook his head in surprise. It was strange hearing one's thoughts that did not belong to one's self. Like a sound too close to the ear, or an echoing in the mind. The sensation was odd to say the least. After her presence had left his mind, the dragon carefully stood and left her lying in the bed as to not disturb his guest. She'd most likely get cold without him though, so he quickly gathered a bunch of the blankets to wrap around her. She actually looked rather serine and peaceful right now. With that business done, he soon left the room to walk down the hall. In fact, he quickly left the cave altogether, coming back after not too long with a couple more rabbits. They'd make a fine meal. Drat his suspected that Artemis Lore was going to be pretty hungry after burning off so much magic. So he quickly set to cooking it, sprinkling a few herbs and such over the freshly skinned rabbit as he cooked it evenly with his own fire. Hopefully the witch would be pleased with this. Artemis woke up to the smell of rabbit and the growing feeling of hunger gnawing at her belly. She got up, getting out of the entanglement of blankets, before stumbling out of the nest altogether. "Good morning Drat his. I hope one of those are for me." she greeted the black dragon. He looked rather nice with the sunlight glancing off his beautiful scales. Artemis looked the picture of a good night's sleep. Her plain white dress and gray traveler's cloak were rumpled, and her long white hair was showing signs of her tossing and turning throughout the night. The small amount of bangs covering her right eye had been moved revealing a Parrish scar where a green eye should have been. It looked like the organ had been plucked out by large claws, leaving that half of her face marred by scar tissue. "Yes, one of these are definitely for you, Artemis Lore." Drat his replied, rotating the rabbit slightly to cook the other side of it more. "I don't normally cook my meals. Being a dragon I don't really have to, so I hope that this is satisfactory for you. I've never had to cook for one accustomed to it." After a few more moments, he placed one of the freshly cooked rabbits on a silver platter he had dug up from his hoard. It wasn't like he'd ever use it for any other occasion after all." Let us go back to my den." Dreyfus said as he lifted the platter and his own small meal with a single paw, turning around to see the newly awakened Artemis. As he got his first glance, he was slightly surprised. Her once impeccable appearance was now rather ruffled from sleep. And for the first time he could see that her right eye that had been once covered by her hair was gouged out by some sort of claw or weapon. After their discussion last night, he wouldn't know which. But he left it alone. It wasn't that surprising for a being that explored and fought all sorts of nasty creatures, or spent time around closed-minded people to get injured like that. And he didn't know the story behind it either. It could be a particularly touchy subject for her, so he did not ask, and thought that if she wanted him to know she'd tell him on her own terms. Sitting down on one side of the bedding, he placed down the platter at the other side where there was plenty of room for the witch to eat comfortably. Then he himself began to dig in to his own rabbit." If you would like a place to wash your clothes and bathe, there is a spring in another room of the cave." Drat his said as he made quick work of his meal. "It's a nice pool with a small stream that tricked down a little hole in the back of the cave system. The water is fairly cool though." "I'm sure your cooking is just fine. The heat of dragon flame is greater than normal cooking fires, so there is no need to worry about it being undercooked." Artemis replied. When she saw his surprise she quickly covered the right side of her face. "Apologies, I'm not the most presentable this morning." I should have been a bit more careful. Though he is a dragon and a rather polite soul he will respond to such disfigurement like most. At least I can count on his manners when it comes to asking too many questions. She thought as she continued brushing her hair over that part of her face with a self-conscious air about her. Artemia shook away such insecurities as she returned to Drat his's nest. She happily took the rabbit and dug in. With the first bite she knew it was cooked perfectly, well seasoned as well. She swallowed her bite with a smile. "It's delicious! Are you sure you haven't cooked before?" she asked, her compliment genuine. She was soon finished eating and liked the idea of washing up. "I will certainly take that offer Drat his. Simply lead the way."

The witch's dragon (NightRocker13 and Narath)|rating:4.0

A Fable of Heroes ( Luna x Jugger)

The Kingdom was without its beloved King and Queen, as they were off to fight the retreating darkness. The Crawler was destroyed, and the darkness had retreated across the seas. The King had decided that this threat had to be eliminated at its source. Thus, with his Heroine Queen, he led the army on a crusade, leaving behind his only son to govern Albion. They had high hopes for their son, after he had helped annihilate the darkness from the continent. That is the past, not the present. Sydneysighed in frustration and stormed toward the Prince's bedchambers. Her heels clicked on the polished marble as she rounded the last corner before throwing the heavy wooden doors open. She looked over at the four-post bed with a couple of forms under the covers and shook her head. "Time to wake up, Prince." She walked to the windows and pulled the curtains open. The warm morning sunlight spilled through, landing squarely on the bed. "We can't all lay in bed all day, so the Prince shouldn't as well." She went over to the bed and threw the covers off of the Prince. Nathan grumbled as he felt the covers that covered him fly off of his body. He turned his back to her, wearing the one piece white pajama suit that he had worn for the night before. "Go away Sydney... So tired..." He murmured as he cuddled together with himself. "Just five more minutes...that won't hurt anyone will it...?" He called out to her with a groan as he turned around so he faced her. One eye lazily peeked up to look at her, waiting to see what she would do. He was serious about sleeping another five minutes, but he was just annoyed with whatever it would be she would do to him. Shaking her head in annoyance, she whistled and the maid that he had been with suddenly awoke, before blushing heavily and scampering from the room. "You must really learn to have better tastes in....people." She said, watching the maid go and sighing. She turned back towards him and lowered her palm at him, whispering quickly for a Force Push spell to fly from her, hitting him squarely in the chest and shooting him from the bed. "You really do have a busy schedule today, Prince. Now, get up and change your clothes, five minutes. Ha." She giggled and flicked her purple hair away from her matching lavender eyes. Feeling himself get pushed from the bed was an obvious waking call for him. He grumbled as he lay dazed on the ground with pillows and the bedsheet he was sleeping on wrapped around his legs from how he was sent flying. "Aye... Aye...! Alright!" He said as he stood up and pushed down the bedsheet to slip out of it. He walked over to his wardrobe closet and walked in, and a few moments later, came out with some casual clothes. "Alright Sydney...What's on my agenda today..." She motioned him to follow, and she pulled out a scroll and began to scan it. "With your Mother and Father away on the crusade, you need to determine the tax levels for the people. They need funding you know..." She trailed off and smiled. They turned into the main hallway and began to head towards the thrown room. "Next, you will have to decide what to do with some protester ringleaders. A rather unsavory lot I might add." She shuddered delicately and blew the hair from her eyes. "Lastly, you will need to rule on the city watch level and payment. After that, you should be free for the rest of the day." She shrugged and opened the door to the throne room. "Please act somewhat dignified, I have a reputation you know." She turned and walked into the room, moving between the crowds gathered to hear the ruling and took her place on the right side of the throne, sitting on a cushioned stool. "Why should I behave myself just to have your reputation stay as high as it is?" He murmured to her with a small, questioning leer. Sitting upon the throne, he watched as a guard stepped forward, bringing along a few people cuffed together. They seemed frightened, but the guard began to explain their wrongdoings about how the kingdom was being run, and that the Royal Family of Albion needed to be taken down to bring forth a new movement of leaders, rather than just one monarch. Nathan looked to Sydney and frowned. "I don't know what to do... They have no reason to go to jail for simple protesting, yet their claims could be devastating to my family's appeal... What do you think I should do Sydney?" She looked at the protesters then back at the Prince. "It is up to your majesty...but with most of the royal family away, I don't believe it is wise for such, ideals, to be circulated. We are weak as a nation, presently, just now recovering from the invasion...it would be unwise to risk further erosion. Like as I said before...it is your choice." She smiled and leaned back on her stool, enjoying the looks of terror on the prisoners. For just a moment, her lavender eyes flashed a deep crimson. Nathan contemplated a little more on the decision. The death penalty was a bit much for simple protesters...yet he could not just let them go and continue their rantings. "Throw them in the dungeon for one hundred days. That should give them a taste of some punishment that will be dished out for any who oppose my family. Sydney, call in the next person on the list that is to be judged by the prince of Albion." "Come forward, Watch Captain William!" She called out into the crowd, with the Captain walking up to the throne. "Yes, me'lady." He began and then cleared his throat. "Your majesty, I, a humble servant to the crown, will be acting as the spokesman for the city watch. To cut down on crime by attracting more people to join our ranks, the city will start to gain momentum in the marketplace. Just increase the annual pay of the guardsmen, and you will see the investment repaid tenfold." He stopped and stood to attention, looking the prince in the eye. Sydney nodded then swiveled back toward the Prince. "He makes a good point your majesty, increasing the pay would attract more members to the guard. However, I am not convinced that our investment in their pay would be paid back, since we will need to pay more and more people. Of course, an oppressed city is a good city." "Hm...perhaps you are correct..." He said to Sydney before looking back to William. "Your demands will be met...however...in doing so of raising the guard pay by a few more coins, I will raise city taxes by five percent." Though, not everyone would be able to become a guard, and the single women and single mothers would be unable to help pay for taxes. "Sydney! Call the last person on the agenda so that I may get out and do as I wish." "HHH, you already finished it with that last declaration." She turned and waved William away, who nodded in satisfaction. "Court dismissed." She declared to the crowd, who shuffled out and back to their lives. She stood up and stretched, popping her joints. "Well, that was very productive. You are free to go frolicking, whoring, etc. Just remember you are a prince." She started to walk towards the door. "Wait Sydney." He called out to her before rising from his throne. He walked over to her and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently against his body as he looked down to her, his breath hitting the side of her hair as he spoke to her. "What say you and I get out of here... Come on...you've been denying me for a good while... I'm all for women rights, especially when it comes to sex...so I won't force you into it...but I'll always tempt you... So come on...what do you say, huh?" He had no idea who or what she really was. She blushed heavily, before her former self came back to the fore. She pushed away from him, shaking her head. "That is a very...unseemly manner for a Prince...especially in public." She looked around, satisfied that no one saw that, and turned her attention back to Nathan. "Just...calm down and go adventure or something." She crossed her legs a little in emphasis. "Oh come now Sydney! You've had a stick up your ass that hasn't been mine for quite a while! You have no male to call your own, yet you do not allow yourself to be pleased by your prince. What is it that you are trying to do? Save yourself for the 'one true love' or are you under some holy oath to remain Virginius for the rest of your days?" He crossed his arms and sighed. "Adventure... I'd rather not go adventuring with my parents out in the crusades. Who would run the kingdom for my week away?" She grinned slyly, then adopted a hurt expression. "Meany....are you questioning my abilities? I have served your family loyally... obediently...and effectively for longer then even you remember. You could go adventuring, and I could remain behind to keep your throne warm. But.it's your choice....sadly." She frowned, adding to her hurt impression, walking back out of the throne room and towards the kitchens. He felt guilty for having said that, and since she practically already ruled the kingdom with his parents gone, he might as well give her a slight temporary ownership of the kingdom for one week...which could easily be overthrown by himself...or, he could take her with him and leave one of the generals in charge, for they were old and wiser than he was, and from what he knew, Sydney as well. Walking over to Sydney, he grabbed her hand and sighed. "I made my decision.... You'll just have to come with me!" He said with a happy grin on his face. "I'll leave a general in charge. I'm sure we could get you loosened up from your tight attitude if you just spend a whole week with me out in the forest! What do ya say? Not like you have a say in the matter mind you..." He said with a devious grin. She stuttered and looked dumbfounded, unable to believe what she heard. She groaned loudly and rubbed her eyes, going to hate the answer she was likely to get. "And where...were you thinking of going for a week?" She entered the kitchens and started to order the cooks and maids around, preparing for lunch. "Just....let me get packed...or something." She just shook her head, knowing this would not end well, for her. (Ah...was wondering where you went to... I missed our RP's T__T lol)"Where are we going? Why we're going to be going out into the forest for a bit...It's the best place around for survival tactics what with Hobbes and Bandits around. It's where I always go when I'm on my...'trips'...that I tell father and mother. But they aren't here, and I trust you enough with my secrets." He said with a smile. "Whenever you are ready, we will head out...alright?" She sighed theatricality and bowed to him, "As you wish, your majesty." She went to her room and started filling a pack full of her items. Furthermore, she threw in a couple change of clothes, several health potions, and a thick book to read when they were away. "Hmm mm, what else should I bring....." She wondered as she strapped a sword belt on, attaching a rapier and a pistol to it. She sat on her bed and groaned. Furthermore, she put on a cloak and added a pillow and bedroll to her pack, thinking a tent was too heavy. Furthermore, she looked shyly to her bedside table and bit her lower lip......." Might as well enjoy myself I guess." She whispered and put a small bundle inside her pack. She picked up her coin purse and filled it with as much as she dared. "Alright...." She went back to the kitchens, to meet up with Nathan again. When she would arrive, Nathan would already be waiting for her, having packed virtually nothing except for his weapon. "It is about time Sydney." He said with a frown as he looked to her. "Come on! We need to go." He walked over and grabbed her hand as he began to lead her out of the castle through a side entrance that was only a small gate to the nearby garden that would be their exit to the forest. When they began to enter, he let her go and smiled to her gently. "Hope you enjoy this as much as I do. The danger is a thrill out here." "HHH, Nathan.....you forgot the food..." She said, a strained smile plastered on her face. She laughed and watched as he ran back into the kitchen to collect their food. Furthermore, she shook her head when he returned, his pack stuff with their food. "Alright, let's go." She started walking on the dirt path, relaxing while they were on vacation. "Hmph... We could have easily hunted out food, but I guess since you're new to this we could bring it along." He said as he brought all the food back with him. As they walked, he made mental notes of his way back to the castle before stopping in a clearing. "Okay... This is far enough...Let's go ahead and lay out the camp stuff." He moved over and pulled over a fallen log to the area and the began to pick up some sticks and branches before dropping them off a little bit away from the log. "This can be where the fire will be. For now, though... We just set up camp." "HHH, we could travel further...it's only noon." She dropped her pack, then looked around, not quite sure what she should do. She went around and collected more sticks, dropping them in the pile. He rose an eyebrow. "You know...for someone who didn't want to come in the first place, I'd expected you to want to be closer to the castle, not farther away from it." He shrugged. "Though, no. We stay here for now. We're out here for a week so we can move in deeper tomorrow. Right now, we should discuss something without the fear of spies in the area... Should we discuss the way the kingdom is being run without my parents? I'm a little worried because It's not entirely like how my parents would have run it." "What's wrong with the way we are running it? I don't see much of a difference." She shrugged and sat down, trying to light the pile of wood. She growled when it didn't start and furiously started to try again. "What...did....you....notice..." She yelped in surprise when a flame sprung from the wood, quickly catching the other wood on fire. She grinned widely and felt so accomplished. He chuckled and sat back and watched in amusement as she attempted to start a fire. She obviously was not one for the art of survival like this. "Well... For one...my parents would not have raised taxes and hired excess guards. There is no point... We are safe, and the war is across the country. I feel like I'm running things wrong." She cocked her head to the side and sat back on the grass, thinking of what to say. "Well...they are fighting a war, so they need the money. They were not fighting a war overseas when they were here. Now, we have to factor in coal, ship crew payments, and shipping. It's only normal that we would need more money in the coffers. Now on the guards...well, we are out here, that's two less brilliant people to watch over the people. How many soldiers do you think we equal up to?" She leaned in close as she said this, hoping to get her views across. "Well...It's not like we're in any threat of being attacked at the castle anyway. There's a reason my great-grandfather had this place built in a one-way area that's surrounded by mountains. We just have to have people do daily patrols along the routes leading out of here, and we're usually alright." He said with a shrug. "I just hope I don't become a bad king." Seeing her lean in close, he smiled and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her over to give her a small bear hug as he began to laugh. "Ah well! I got you to help! I trust your judgement, which is why I made you my adviser!" She laughed and squirmed away. "So was this all you wanted? To stop in the middle of the lawn and talk about your decisions?" She leaned back on the grass and relaxed in the sunlight, enjoying the sun on her pearl-colored skin. She hadn't been out of the castle in weeks, and she felt it was nice to try to warm up her body for a change. "Nope. Just wanted to come out here with company for once. And I also figured that...well... Maybe you'd fall for me if we actually hung out outside of work you know?" He said as he looked up to the bright sky. He could see storm clouds rolling in from the distance, but they had a good hour before it would even begin to drizzle. "So...when that rain comes, you've got to get into a tree burrow with me. Animals love to burrow near trees and they're really roomy. We can rest there for when the rain comes. They're everywhere around here so watch your step around tree trunks." Sydney just shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to make of this reason. "Umm mm, alright....that's a good reason, I guess." She stood up and went to her belongings, dragging them off to a larger hole in a tree. "Well, might as well get comfy before the storm hits us." She crawled in after her gear, ignoring the looks her ass got. She stood up, seeing that there was indeed enough for at least 4 people to be comfortable in. "Wow..." She mumbled, picking up her pack and setting it into a corner and setting up her sleeping area. She laid out her sleeping mat and pillow, throwing her cloak over the top of the mat. Nathan smirked as he crawled in next to her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her down with him and onto the sleeping mat as he held her close, laughing. "Got you now my beautiful adviser." He said with a laugh as he looked her in the eyes with a soft, innocent smile. "I assure you'll fall for me before the end of this trip. I just know it." "Maybe, but not now." She punched him in the belly and rolled away. "Now, please get off my bed, prince." She smiled innocently back, and straightened out her cloak and mat. She laid down and rested her head on the pillow, looking out of the hole and into the darkening sky. After a few minutes, there was a crack of lightning, and then the rain started to fall. "Wow...it's really coming down. Guess it just proves that spring is here in force." Nathan clenched his stomach when she punched him. "Who gave you the balls to attack your prince...?!" He said through clenched teeth before sitting up, frowning as he looked to her, his stomach still in slight pain as he looked outside to see the rain begin to fall. "Yeah. Good thing we found this burrow before it started to rain, right?" He said with a laugh. "Come on though Sydney... You don't have any sort of feelings for your prince?" "You have to earn the right to know the answer to that question." She winked at him and laughed, before reaching over into his pack and fishing around for some food. She pulled out a loaf of bread and started to nibble on it. "How long do you think wee will be in here?" She asked, still looking out into the rain, enjoying the smells the rain and earth made. He frowned. "Aye... You may be new, but you've got guts..." He said as he looked to Sydney and smiled as he looked outside to the rain. "More like all night. It'll keep the Hobbes in their caves and burrows as well as thieves." He said with a chuckle. "It gets so fun during the day when Hobbes try to attack, or if bandits are attacked by Hobbes, It's fun to just watch before I go and finish off the rest and then loot the bodies." She grinned widely at the mention of money. "Mummy, gold." She rubbed her hands together, making sure not to mess with the bread. "That's my kind of language." She finished it off and washed it down with some water, before laying down and stretching. "Well, if anything happens, just wake me up, I am going to take a nap." She yawned then curled up under her cloak, facing away from him. "God damn you're a boring person..." He murmured as he looked to her. "Jeez. I know there wasn't anything to do other than sleep, but conversation could have been nice." He shook his head. He wouldn't force her. Furthermore, he sat near the entrance of the burrow and looked out to watch the rain hit the ground hard. The burrow would be a little murky in the morning, which is why he didn't care for setting out a blanket and such where it would be a pain to wrap up after being crusty with mud. He'd let her take the consequence of having done that, just as a little tease since she rejected him twice. Sleeping soundly the rest of the night, she woke up early in the morning, yawning. "Mummy, wait...what the hell?" She rolled around, trying to get up, but found she was bound. "Nathan! What the hell did you do?" She yelled out, finding she lacked the strength to break the hold over her. "I swear to god...if you did this I will beat your ass." "Hey, hey. It's not my fault." He said as he appeared before her and laid down on her body that was stuck in the muddy blanket and muck that she slept on. The burrow was now dirty and muddy. "I tried to warn you, but you fell asleep." He said with a shrug as he laid his head on her stomach while he laid down in the muck with her. "You're trapped in your own bed. How funny." She blushed heavily and roared, trying to get up. "Help me get out...please!" She kicked and rolled around, though not very well because she was pinned by the mud and by Nathan's weight. "Be a nice prince and help a maiden out!" She asked as sweetly as she could, fumbling around under the covers for a knife. If he would not help her, she would have to cut her way out. "He. Too bad you can't do anything right? If you had a knife or something you could just cut them off of you at a loss of...well...never mind. You already lost your sleeping arrangement. And if you had magic, you could probably just burn it off of you." He said with a laugh. "Fine. I'll get you out." Reaching down, he began to tug and pull on the mat she was laying on that was wrapped around her and covered with muck. Eventually he managed to get it off of her, and he sat back, panting and smiling. "Damn...was really clinging to you, it was." "You think?" She sighed and stood up, stretching and putting her knife away. "Never again.... I will not sleep on the ground again in the rain." She swore, before pulling her cloak off the mat and storing it, washing the mud off of it. She looked at her poor mat and shook her head. "I can already feel the backache..." She turned and looked at Nathan, "Well, time for the dashing prince to lead." She packed up her belongings, minus the mat, and crawled out. "Lead? Lead to where?" He said as he hopped out of the burrow and helped her out. "We go out and hunt, live off the land and maybe even just fight off some bandits or Hobbes." He shrugged. "If we're lucky, a Valvoline...if we're unlucky, a pack of them. More than one is unlucky." He said with a laugh. "You sure you want to still come?" he snickered, knowing that it was not her decision to come in the first place. "Nothing would please my cold heart more, your majesty." She did an elaborate bow, clearly mocking him. "Though seriously, I am new to this nature stuff....where exactly should I be hunting and stuff?" She's asking sincerely, looking around after shrugging her pack back on, enjoying the lighter weight. "Maybe we should walk further into the forest if you really want to see more animals, and creatures..." She shuddered and made sure her sword and pistol were clean and ready. He shook his head. "Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea... Or not. You're right. Let go deeper into the forest where we can at least find wolves a plenty. Don't attack though, they're docile unless provoked... Just watch out for bears. They're extremely hostile for no reason, kill for the fun of it is what they do. They don't eat what they kill most of them time, and they cripple unlucky bastards so that they can't run, and let their young have experience at hunting and killing." He laughed. "This is going to be fun." She paused, and the color drained from her face. "Uhhhhhh, thanks...." She looked around before starting to walk along the path again, heading deeper into the forest. "Would you mind walking in front? Just in case of bear attack?" She smiled sweetly and giggled the most girl-like laugh she could, hoping to stroke his manliness into being a meat shield. "Plus, I can have a good view from back here." She added, hopping the compliment would help. "You just want me to protect you from the bear I assume." He said with a shrug. "Shouldn't the adviser put herself before her prince however?" He mused as he walked ahead of her. "Whatever. Though... Bears tend to get sneaky... Like to sneak up behind their prey and whatnot..." Wasn't true, but he just wanted to tease her. "We can't go too deep into the forest though. The last thing we need is to get lost in territory that even I don't know by heart." "Umm mm, I still feel like you should go in front, lead the way to glory and what-not." She did look over her shoulder several times as they walked forwards, just making sure. Thanks to his advice...she was now jumpy as a cat and holding her weapons, just in case. "Well...what do you want to talk about now?" She asked, looking around the forest and keeping her ears perked up, even if her eyes did stray to Nathan on occasion... (Aye. You're still doing the whole thing with her being an evil witch in disguise right?) Nathan shrugged. "I don't know. I just wanted you out here with me so that you could slowly fall in love with me, or at least be more open to me." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. It's your life. Anywho... This is far enough. I mark the areas I've last traveled to, and I'd rather not bring company along for exploration trips." He said as they stopped at a tree that had a large gash with the symbol of Albion etched into it. "Now then... Maybe I'll cut this trip short. Tomorrow we'll head back. I don't want to bore you." (Lol, I got no idea, I am just role-playing. "You aren't boring me..." She blushed a little and looked up at him shyly, it appeared. "In fact, I kinda like it out here. I am actually get sunlight for a change." She smiled and showed off a slight coloring on her pale flesh. "Let's actually use this as a vacation, I'm sure we can find entertainment." She looked around for a while, finally finding a small cave. "Hey! Nathan! I found a cave." She pulled out her pistol and walked into it, not really expecting anything to be in it. "Not good." He called out to her when he saw her begin to head toward the cave. "Don't you know caves are pretty much the homes to dangers of the wild? Wolves, bears... Trolls...Hobbes...bats...maybe even hollow men." He smirked. "Should stay away from them unless it's a last choice to run away from a greater danger, like favorites or something." She yelled out at him, "That's not making me feel safe!" She sighed and turned back around, heading deeper into the cave, "Hey, Nathan, it looks clear. Come on in and make ca-" -CRACK- "Fuck!!!!!" She screamed out and another CRACK of her pistol came out. She ran out and pointed again behind her, shooting at another hobby that followed her. It pitched backwards, a gaping hole in its belly. At least another five were still behind it, all wagging weapons and roaring at her. She dropped her pistol and whipped out her sword, parrying the first swing at her. She sidestepped the second, right-crossed the third, and started to keep them at a distance, parrying and striking back when able. Nathan chuckled and crossed his arms, watching as Sydney fought off some minor Hobbes. "Having fun?" He said with a laugh, finally walking over, bringing out his war hammer, a new weapon he would bring along and try to get used to. Swinging it, he started to attack the Hobbes, cracking the first one's skull open literally and getting it stuck on the hammer. Swinging it backwards, the body flew off the war hammer before it swung toward another, aiming for the stomach. Stabbing quickly and efficiently, she cleaned up whatever Nathan had left behind. "Thanks....even though you did take your time." She cut off a piece of cloth from one of the intact Hobbes and used it to wipe her sword clean. "He...that was terrifying and fun...." She smiled and dropped the cloth, sheathing her sword again. She walked over and picked up her pistol, reloading it. "The cave is clear now, I wonder if anything else is in it...there were just these guys huddled around a fire, so let's go see if they kept the fire up." She jogged back into the cave, following the dead bodies back to the end of the cave. "Ha! Success. Instant camp." She smirked and walked around. "Hello...what's this..." She opened a chest that was hidden behind crates of supplies, and looked in. Inside was a couple sets of female clothes...however...they were made of leather and looked skimpy..." What the hell?" Nathan smirked. "You know... You have nothing else to wear. Your clothes are blood tattered, and I heard hobby blood is quite...disgusting after a while, in smell I mean. Smells like dead bodies burning with a raging fire, the scent of just...dead, toasting skin." He laughed. "Go on. Switch into some of those... They look to be your size, if not a little smaller... Heheh..." She blushed hard and held them to her chest, turning to glare at him. "I... I brought an extra pair of clothes...but... I will keep these...." She mumbled, putting her pack down and pulling out a white blouse and tight black leather breeches. "If you don't mind....could you give me a little privacy?" She turned around and faced away from him, stripping out of her blood splattered shirt, reveal a little top that barely covered her breasts. He crept up behind her and managed to sneak a hug to her, hugging her mostly-naked top, having her breasts lay along his arms as he held her close to him. "Hey now... You don't understand who you're talking to. I'm the prince, aren't I? Isn't the adviser supposed to help the prince with all that he needs? I 'Need' you to do this for me." He snickered, wondering if she would do it. She blushed hard, feeling his strong arms rub under her breasts, feeling them stick out further because of him. "MMM.... I...HHH.....f-fine....sir." She finally got out, stumbling over her words and blushing a bright crimson. She pushed him away and made sure he was turned away, before stripping down to her panties. "I... I can't believe I am doing this..." She mumbled, pulling on the leather clothing as best as she could. She nearly fainted from forcing it in, and to the blood rushing to her head. Finally, she turned around, the leather hand a strip that covered her nipples and some of her breasts, since it was just a thin strip across. Her belly, most of her legs, arms, and back were shown. Her but was covered, but it felt like a thong, and her crotch was mostly covered, except that was it...it showed full thighs and everything. When he turned around, he smirked at how easily she gave in to him from just a simple mentioning of him being the Prince. She was usually so uptight, and here she was...wearing some tight leather clothing before him that showed so much of her body that he was slowly getting aroused. He moved over to her and brought her into his arms, feeling the leather against his bare arms. He could feel her breasts press against his chest as he looked down at her and smirked. "Your bosoms are so large... You really should show them off more." She EEP'ed in embarrassment, and buried her head in his chest. "Don't say such things!" She also felt something poking against her crotch, and she looked down and saw his bulge. "Now I see why you wanted me to wear this....slutty...thing." She pushed away from him and crossed her arms over her breasts, also crossing her legs a little to cover up her skimpy area. "How long do I have to wear this....thing?" She asked, face still red. He chuckled and shrugged. "Until I get bored. Or until you want to take it off...though I might not look away next time." He said with a laugh as he looked at her up and down. "Come now... Don't you wish to see me with more skin than clothes showing, like you show me skin moreover than clothes." He smirked and smiled, waiting to see what she'd do. "I...MMM....that, would be fair...." She mumbled, blushing harder, and walked back to the fire, sitting down and relaxing a little. "I will wear this till I go to bed...then I will go back to the normal clothes." Her leather suit constricted around her, and she tried to breathe by pulling the strapping away from her chest so she could suck down some air. Inadvertently, it also showed much more of her breasts then she would want. Walking over to her, he hugged her from behind once more, having to use seduction to get her to fall for him rather than just let the moments with him slowly take her away. He kissed up and down her neck gently as he held her close to his body. "Oh come on Sydney..." He SIAD to her gently as he whispered into her ear. "You know you want this to happen... I'll show you all of it and more if you just admit to me what you feel about me." She sighed heavily and looked down at the ground. " Fine.... I...am attracted....sexually to you. That's it..." She said, standing up and wrapped herself around him, kissing him roughly and hard enough to surprise him. "There...." She pulled away and wiped her mouth. She recrossed her legs a little, and crossed her arms, "Just because I want you inside me doesn't mean I won't drop all decency..." He laughed. "You surprise me, woman." He said as he sat down beside her and had his arm drape over her. "You don't have to 'drop all decency'. Just you're admitting is enough for me." He chuckled lightly to her as he looked her up and down once more. "You really do have a nice body that I'll try and get to sometimes." He looked forward and watched the wood that would become their campfire. "Should I or you get started on the fire?" "I guess I will." She stood up, pulling off his arm, and walked over to the fire wood, bringing it over to the little circle of stones, and dropped it in. She knelt down and started to light it....or try. Furthermore, she growled at how hard this little trick was, bending all her focus into it. Finally, she grew tired, "There!" She held out her palm and flame slept out of it, starting the fire. "I'm just going to use magic to start fire now....your way is too labor-intensive." She stood up again and went over to her pack, pulling it over, having to bend over a little to pull it. His eyebrow perked up when he heard her. "What was that?" He said when he heard her say something slip from her mouth. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder gently. "Did I just hear you say something about using Magic? Since when could you use magic?" He questioned with a cocked head, wondering how long it would be that she kept this secret from him. "HHH.....awhile....why so excited? I just know a few things." She shrugged and finished moving her pack by the fire. "I'm going to start looking through a few of these crates, maybe we could find something of import." She didn't know why magic was such a big deal, it was just a handy fireball spell. She went over to the end of the stack and opened it up, standing up on her toes to peek inside. Food. 'Yummy, food!" She pulled the crate down and walked back to the fire, dropping the crate down and rummaging through it. He watched her and waited for her to come down. When she was rummaging through the crate, he watched her ass as she looked through the crate and walked over, smacking her ass as he sat down beside her. "You sure do look nice in skin-tight leather though, magic girl." He said with a laugh as he looked to her. "I'm hungry...fix yourkingsomething to eat." He mused. She seeped loudly and stood straight up, holding her ass. "You are NOT my king, you are my PRINCE. My ass would gladly thank you for remembering that fact." She blushed but kept her next thought to herself, that felt good. She wagged her butt a little, though not enough for him to notice she hoped. "But...thank you for the compliment." She admitted, then pulled out some venison and a couple metal rods. She poked her meat through with one of them and set it into the ground, letting the meat hover over the fire and cook. He watched the meat cook in the fire as it was stuck against the metal rod. He let the warmth of the fire warm him, and remained silent afterward as he leaned against the nearest object to watch the fire burn and cook the meat, feeling like something was off at the moment... For some reason, he was regretting ever having left the city, but he figured the feeling would pass later. She yawned and laid down on the ground, feeling tired. She looked outside and say that it was nearing dusk. "He, most of been longer in here then I thought. "Hey, Nathan, can you clear out the dead bodies? It's starting to stink up the place." She smiled and leaned on her elbow, looking at him and showing off her curves. He watched her curves and smirked. "Yeah sure." He said once he stood up and moved to start moving the dead Hobbes deeper into the cave, far where they would not be able to be smelt by the living. Upon returning, he sat down beside her and laid his hand on her leg. "Mummy? Can I help you?" She asked, feeling his hand and not sure what he wanted. She sat up and pulled the meat off of then rod and started to eat, wolfing it down in great gulps. Furthermore, she fumbled around and pulled her water-skin up and took a quick drink. It tasted a bit off, but she figured it was just because it had been sitting in a cave for a while. His hand stayed on her leg, and just ignored it. He smirked and moved his hand upward more toward her crotch slowly, growing more devious as he felt around her body while she ate. He would turn her on to the point where she'd force herself to embrace him. "So Sydney... I have a question... Are you a virgin, or not?" He said as his fingers brushed against the leather covering her crotch now while she ate. She immediately crossed her legs and looked at him in surprise. "Umm mm....well.... I....umm mm.....yes." She squeaked out, truly embarrassed at the question. "Also...keep your hand to yourself, please." She scooted away a little bit, finishing off her meal before standing up. "I'm going to go to bed, Nathan." She stretched and yawned, feeling sleep pulling her down into its embrace. She waved to him and headed back deeper into the gave, searching for some bedding. He smirked. He wasn't finished with her yet. Standing up a few moments after she had left, he began to walk in her direction before sneaking up behind her, hugging her close to his body sexually as a hand went to her breast, massaging it while the other hand went to rub her crotch through the leather she wore. "Come now... Where's the woman that I knew before? You're growing soft on me, you know..." She yelped and spun around, punching him hard in the mouth, sending him sprawling backwards. "Keep your hands off of me! I will let you have fun when I am ready! Me! Not you!" She yelled at him, truly angered by his advance. He was complicating her stance in the court, and she didn't want to become a laughingstock. Another girl that would be tossed away.... "Stay on that half of the cave, and I swear if you try anything tonight I will chop your balls off." She barked at him, quickly going to the deepest part of the cave and making her bed. She used some hay that was lying around and laid a blanket over it. Tossing her pillow down, she laid down as well, facing the entrance of the cave and watching Nathan. "You know...for such a threat, I could have your head on a pike." He replied to her as he rubbed his cheek with a frown, spitting out a little blood as he sat cross-legged and watched her. "Fine. Have it your way." 'Where does all of this power come from with her?' He thought in his head sarcastically when he felt his jaw once more. He felt like he was hit by a tiny, yet powerful truck to the mouth. Turning, he laid down against the wall as he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. "You would be lost without me...." She answered back, yawning. She finally closed her eyes after watching him for a while. Furthermore, she snuggled into her blanket and feel deep asleep, enjoying the warmth and comfort the bed offered. "I could find another adviser." He said with a shrug as he looked to her. "Though..." 'I couldn't find one I am trying desperately to win.'. When he figured she was asleep, he crawled over to her and laid down beside her, holding her body close to his to keep her warm as he laid on top of the blanket while she was under it, but he still held her form close to him as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Early next morning, she started to stir, feeling too warm. Yawning, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking down at the source of the warmth. "Oh damn you..." She sighed out, feeling content for some reason seeing him laying in her bed. However, she did have a reputation to keep up... She went down close to his ear, and whispered, "I said hands off..." Then kicked him hard out of her bed, flying him back five feet. Feeling her kick him, his eyes were shot open as he flew through the air, only to hit the side of something before falling to the ground, coughing as he held his stomach. "Dammit...not the best wake-up call..." He murmured out to her as he sat up and frowned. "How the hell can you be loyal to me and yet you strike me every time I do something that bothers you? It's almost as if YOU should be queened." He said with a grumble as he rubbed his paining head. "While that would be nice, I don't think the current Queen would like getting dethroned." She said, going through her clothing and pulling out some normal clothes. "Since I most likely can't get naked in here, without you looking in, I will go outside and change. Maybe I will find a spring and clean off. That would be heavenly!" She smiled and held her clothes to her breasts, giggling. She then turned around and skipped out, feeling so happy for some reason. Furthermore, she wondered why it was as she went through the forest, eventually coming upon a small waterfall. "Neat..." She stripped out of the slutty clothing and tossed it over a boulder next to the fountain. Then, navigating into the stream, went under the waterfall and smiled, enjoying the cool water washing over her. Nathan grumbled as he sat back against the cave wall and waited for Sydney to come back. He wondered how it would be that he could get her to come and be his woman. His eye was on her for the longest time now, and he finally wanted to turn her to become his girl... Though the possibility of that happening was showing to be grim lately. She smiled and enjoyed herself, dragging out the cleaning and relaxation. Finally after about thirty minutes, she stepped out of the water and onto the grass, going over to her clothes and laying down on the grass. She locked her hands behind her hair and used them as a pillow, enjoying the morning. "I should probably head back soon...." She said to no one in particular, letting herself air dry in the sun. "You should. It was boring as hell out there." Nathan said as he appeared behind her, having crawled up to her silently so he was right next to her. "You look good naked like this. Wet." He snickered and leaned over, kissing her breast as he attempted once more for a time for her to become his. She seeped loudly in surprise and quickly rolled over, using the grass to cover up her breasts and crotch. "So mean!" She blurted out, blushing hard and using her hands to cover her butt as best as she could. She was breathing deeply and was very embarrassed and aroused, though she would deny till the end the last part. He smirked when she used the ground to cover her, and when her hands covered her ass, he moved over near her, laid down beside her, and began to massage her ass gently but with firm grasps as he looked her in the eyes with a small smile. "Come on... You know you want to. Otherwise, you'd have called off this little trip and have at least ended it for at least you." She growled softly and moaned softly once he started getting rougher with her butt. "Fine! I want you damn noble!" She yelled out, getting up and getting on top of him, kissing him hard. She pressed herself against his chest and kept kissing, pinning him down. "Damn you...so much...." She said in between breaking the lip locks. She hated herself, being forced to admit her feelings. Furthermore, she kept her chest against his, covering her breasts and blocking his view from the rest of her body. He kissed her back when she seemed to pounce onto him, as if he knew she would have done this. He held her close and kissed her back just as hard and passionately, eyes closed as he heard her continue to complain even though she was admitting how much she wanted him. After several minutes of making out with her, he began to prod her asshole with one of his fingers, seeing as how he couldn't quite reach forward to start rubbing her pussy directly. She moaned out softly into his mouth, breaking the kiss and resting her head on his shoulder, letting him explore her. "Since we are doing this, might as go all out." She sat up and let him see her, blushing heavily and still covering her breasts with her arm and crotch with her palm. "You have to earn each place." She mewled out, feeling his finger prod deeper. She started rubbing herself forward and back on his waist. He smirked and nodded. "Of course I will...That's the fun way to do things." He said as he leaned forward, pulling her body to press against his as he began to buck his hips, having his erect cock begin to rub against her asshole, but not enter it. He began to kiss up and down her neck as he continued to tease her, making sure to spread her cheeks as he rubbed so he could rub her hole directly. She mewled out softly, enjoying the treatment her butt was getting by his hands. She wondered, how many times did he do with other women? This is how he got so good at manipulating, using other girls and teasing out each new way. She rubbed her body against his, matching in time his thrusts between her cheeks. She smiled and clenched her butt each time his rod went in between, giving it a playful squeeze. "You are a devil in bed...." She whispered out. "And you are a vixen that needs to be taught a lesson." He replied as he began to prod her asshole now, not entering, but prodding. Until he'd get her pussy uncovered, he'd have to work with her other sweet spot. He then resumed to kiss up and down her neck, suckling sometimes and biting on her skin lightly as he continued to tempt her. "Come on... Just moan out some and enjoy what I'm giving you... Uncover yourself more, and I'll be able to play with you in so many new ways..." "So evil!" She glared at him but sighed, feeling her fire driven southwards, into her loins. She dropped her arm and let him see her breasts, biting her lower lip softly. "Be evil to me....teach me a lesson my prince." She moaned out, making him raging hard and lustful. She was enjoying this, making him horny, teasing, and corrupting him some with her body. He began to slap around her breasts just hard enough to make her feel aroused by the roughness he was giving her. He then went to start suckling on her nipples, teasing her, making sure her nipples were nice and aroused from his treatment as his cock continued to prod her pussy. "I'll be as evil as you want me to my magic queen." Gasping out loudly in pleasure, she held his head close to her breasts and moaned into his ear. Her nipples were now rock hard because of his treatment and aching from need. "Nathan...." She purred out, feeling his pulsing cock rubbing her. "Ride me sweetie....ride me." She smiled with glazed eyes and lustful expression. She licked her lips and got off of him, laying down on her back with slightly crossed legs, still semi-self conscious. He smirked as he moved over to her when she asked him to ride her. Seeing her cross her legs slightly, he grabbed both of them and opened them before going over to her pussy to start licking it gently, teasing her before he pulled his head back and moved to have his cock hot dog her pussy. He began to rub, he teased her more, wanting her to want this more so that when he actually did it, it would feel explosive to her. Eventually he thrust hard into her, shoving his cock deep into her pussy. Grasping the grass by the fistful, she screamed loudly, feeling her hymen pop. Shuddering and whimpering in pain, she grasped the ground tighter. Blood flew out of her readily, staining the surrounding ground. "Archie...." She halfheartedly joked, showing a grimace. Eventually she calm down enough, and her pussy changed shape some, accommodating his cock. "Go easy.... I am not some slutty maid you always fuck at night...." "Oh how I wish you could be." Prince Nathan stated as he leaned down and kissed her neck gently, one hand going to her breast to massage it and tease it while he began to grind his cock slowly, moving his hips in a circular motion to move his cock around inside her without him pumping it into her. He would go soft and gentle at first until she was ready for some more. Closing her eyes and reclining back some, she relaxed. She offered him her neck, loving the attention it was getting. She spread her legs a little further, giving him the room to make circles inside of her. Furthermore, she stretched further, allowing his movements. "I am getting loose for you....so evil...." She whispered out. "He... I've only just begun..." He whispered to her in reply to what she had said to him. He began to slowly thrust into her, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her, not even going in all the way. Furthermore, he was just teasing her while he was going easy on her. His mouth continued to surf across the flesh of her neck all the while. Moaning out loudly, she slowly loosened her grip on the ground, letting herself be rocked with the thrusts. "Just remember, don't be too rough on me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, enjoying his work. "You act as if I'm nothing but a brute." He replied as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck as he continued to thrust. His mouth went to hers, his lips landing on hers, and he began to kiss her passionately as he pleased this woman below him. She smirked against his lips and continued to kiss him eagerly, wrapping herself around him tighter. "Because you are." She bit his lip softly and pulled on it. She felt her juices start to flow freely, pouring down her thighs and onto the grass. Furthermore, she was close...." Don't cum in me. Pull out when you have to." She ordered him, hoping he would listen to her. Nathan smirked. He would play the brute then if he had to be called one by her. "And what happens if I decide to cum inside you? What if I want you to have my heir to the kingdom?" He said with a small snicker as he continued to thrust into her, not letting up but holding himself off to not cum either. She stopped and glared at him, her eyes starting to glow a soft red. "If you do, I swear you will not walk out of this forest alive." She stated flatly, then smiled again and relaxed on the grass, still letting her juice flow. Moaning softly, she started to buck against his waist, forcing his cock deeper into her. Seeing her eyes turn the sudden red, Nathan freaked and pulled out a little after she had done so. He back to back away from her, crawling backwards away from her. "The hell...!?" No ordinary mage could simply just turn so evil so suddenly. He bit his lip and reached to where his gun would usually be, but then again he was naked and cursed. Turning her once-again normal eyes on Nathan, she frowned and wondered what he was fumbling for. "What are you doing?" She frowned and sat up on her heels, cocking her head to the side. "Get away.... From me... You monster... Beast... Demon!" He said as he eyed her, biting his lip as he did not know what to do. She was in a position to kill him with that feral version of her that she showed him. He pointed to her now as he threatened. "I said step back, demon! Get out of her body!" "What the hell are you talking about?" She was seriously confused and stood up, reaching over and grabbing her clothes. She sighed, "And here I thought my first time would actually make me orgasm...nope." She started to shrug into her clothes, pulling her panties and pants up first. "This probably won't happen again." Nathan bit his lip and stood up. "I... I... Think It's time I head back to the castle... Um... Do whatever you want..." He began to back away from her, watching her closely, his fear still in rise. He was weaponless and knew no magic, and she was practically a beast for a split second. Furthermore, he began to back away from her, toward his clothes so he could grab his weapon, put on the clothes, and get back to the castle...without her preferably. Furthermore, he had seen a side of her he had never seen before. Sighing loudly in disappointment, she finished dressing and went over to the water, bending down to drink. After slaking her thirst, she stood back up and wiped her hand across her mouth. She wondered what had happened to make his so...weird. Yes, she threatened him if he orgasmed inside her, but that couldn't be the full story. "Might as well ask him..." She walked back toward the cave and wondered how to ask appropriately... By the time she would have arrived at the cave, Nathan would have already been dressed and ready to go. His sword was in its sheathe, as well as his gun, and his things were packed and on his back. He had her things packed too, but thought of leaving before her, but at least stayed to tell her he would be going back, without her. When she arrived, he bit his lip and looked to her. "Yes...?" She stood in front of him and crossed her arms over her chest, "What happened? Or what did I do? I just threatened you...you know I would probably get hanged for actually going through with it.... What did I do?" She pleaded, sounding sad and hurt as she honestly tried to find out what had happened. "Your eyes turned... Red... You were the very image of a demon far worse than one of the werewolves that used to hunt in these woods..." He said as he bit his lip and had his hand on the handle of his pistol. "What exactly are you...? And how long have you been hiding this from me...? Your entire employment under me...?!" She frowned and shook her head," I have no idea what you are talking about. I haven't been hiding anything from you. Everyone is entitled to a few secrets....but I don't have any that match what you are saying." She sounded genuine in her explanation. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean it." "How do you not know about what you just became..." He murmured as he looked to her with a weary look on his face. He scratched the back of his head and somewhat felt guilty. "Just shit... I felt...scared?" He murmured before sighing. He trusted her, she was his adviser for as long as he could remember, which wasn't really long given he didn't care for much. Furthermore, he sighed and walked over to her and hugged her, hesitantly at first, but still hugged her. "Sorry about that...love." "It's ok...." She hugged him back and rested her head on his shoulder. "You will need to work to get back into my good graces. Plus, it will be awhile till you see me naked again." She smiled and pulled away, going to pick up her gear. "So, where to now?" She asked, straightening her backpack and strapping her weapons on. "Not unless I order it." He said with a small chuckle as he looked to her. He still felt uneasy with her, but he could at least see when she was being...civil...despite how demonic she seemed to become earlier. "Lets head back to the castle.... I don't think we need to dawdle out of the castle for another day anyway... So then... Lead on, pack mule." He joked, pointing to his bags. "Puff, you wish. Besides, I kinda like it out here...can't we explore some more?" She smiled and licked her lips a little, "Maybe we could have more fun out here with all the privacy. The kingdom will survive without us for a couple more days..... Or we can just go back and end a brief adventure." She clearly disliked that idea. "TCH. Weren't you the one who said that I wouldn't see you naked for a good while anyway?" He said with a shrug. "I...guess we could stay out here longer. Since you're so eager...how about we go deeper into this forest, deeper than I've been in before? He...maybe you could be captured by Hobbes again." She frowned and shook her head, "I wasn't "captured", and I more than made up for it. Plus, there are other things that are fun, besides sex you perv." She smiled and started off deeper into the forest, resting a hand on her pistol. "And don't stare at my ass too long, ok?" "I can't promise that...and things that are fun besides sex? Foreplay? I don't mind my hands just feeling up on you until you cum." He said with a smirk as he began to trot along behind her. "Where is it that we should be going, however? I know we are to go deeper into the forest, but what exactly defines the deepest part we will go for the day?" She shrugged and walked next to Nathan, "As far as you want to go I guess, we have enough time for a couple more miles." She turned her head away and looked at the scenery, enjoying the weather. "If that is what you want." HE said with a shrug. "Though if you're captured again, I don't know if I'll be able to save you... I mean, those Hobbes DID dress you up provocatively, and I did enjoy it very much..." HE said with a smirk as he walked closer to her and put his hand on her ass and rubbed it while they walked. She growled at him bit it slowly disintegrated into a low purr, enjoying the butt rub. "Maybe they will take you this time, and dress you up like a slut." She bit back before all the fire was gone. "Maybe bandits will show up and drag me away, dress me up like a whore, and fuck me silly? I would think you would want to save me before that." She popped out her butt and smacked his hand away with the movement. "He." He chuckled at her actions. "Maybe. Though how would a man dress like a slut, I wonder? As for you... Well...if anyone shall fuck you silly, it should be me rather than some bandits. So I definitely will stop them before they get to the 'fuck you silly' part of that little process." He teased with a small laugh as he continued to walk on behind her. "True... I guess you would like it." She smiled and popped her hips a little as she walked, making sure to accent her butt as flattering as she could. They continued walking for several hours, eventually coming upon a small clearing. "Hey, looks like we found tonight's camping spot." She shrugged off her pack and sat down, looking up to Nathan. "Chop chop, do your manly duties and prepare a place for your woman." She laughed lightly and blushed softly. "As king, shouldn't my queen do such a thing for me when there are no servants around?" He joked. In the wilderness he did not consider himself the prince, as much as he joked about it. He walked over and began to unpack everything after cutting away some bushes and shrubs off of the spot to make a more clear spot for them. Eventually their tents were up, and a spitfire was ready to be lit. "Now we just need something to hunt for the night..." "I guess I should do that since you set up the campsite." She sighed and headed over to her tent, dropping off her gear in her tent and picking up a few more bullets. "I should be back in a little bit, he." She pulled on a cloak and headed out into the forest. Nathan nodded. "Take your time, it is not too important." He called out to her and smiled as he continued to fix up the campsite for the two of them until it was completely finished. "Now I play the waiting game for her to come..." She came back twenty minutes later, carrying several rabbits over her shoulder. "Here you go." She tossed them to Nathan and sat down next to the fire, pulling off her cloak and scrubbing the blood from it. "There might still be a bullet or two in them...just so you know." She giggled softly and went back to her cleaning. "You didn't bother to fish out the bullets from the bodies?" He shook his head and began to poke his fingers around in the wounds of all the dead rabbits and pulled out three bullets, which he tossed away. "Well I hope that was all of them..." He stood up and grabbed a knife and began to skin the rabbits until skewering them and putting them over the spit fire. "Now we wait for a bit..." She nodded and stood up, "Well, call me out when you're done, I'm heading into my tent." She collected her stuff and headed into her tent, closing the tent flap behind her. Furthermore, she yawned softly and started to set out her bedroll, tossing her cloak over it as a blanket. Stripping out of her clothing, she began to dig around in her bag, tossing stuff out looking for a robe to wear, forgetting what she packed as it flew around.... (Crap sorry I thought I replied to this.) Through the shadows in the tent, he could make out that she was stripping. He smirked, allowing the bunnies to cook as he slowly snuck into her tent to see her nude. He moved over and grabbed her from behind, cupping her breasts and pulling her into him. "Gotcha, my lovely demons." He joked. She yelped out loudly in surprise and quickly swung around, hitting him in the head with a dildo. "Nathan! What the hell!" Her eyes had a very faint red glow due to the excitement. She quickly grabbed fist-fulls of clothes and used them to cover her naked body. "You could have knocked first!" She was blushing heavily, still clutching the sex toy as a weapon. He yelped in pain when he felt the dildo hit him in the head, causing him to fall back. He saw her eyes glow red again and chills went down his back. "How am I going to knock on a tent? There's nothing but flap!" He said with a murmur as he looked to her. "The hell are you doing with a toy like that? Didn't you think that I was going to do something to you this entire trip? Why'd you need a dildo?" He joked as he rubbed his head. 'There's that demon eyes again....' Her face was a glowing red, through from blushing and not from demonic taint. "I... I...HHH....wasn't...planning on sex...with you." She mumbled back, the red leaving her eyes. "I didn't know how long we would be out here...so I thought...you know." She let go of the dildo and kept her clothing wrapped around herself. "You could have still called out, "Hey, I'm coming in," or something like that." "Meh... I'm here now... Might as well make use of it. You were planning on usin' that thing that was in your hand. Why not?" He said with a small grin as he moved over and picked up the toy. He smiled and reached over to her, slowly lifting the clothing that she was covering herself with and began to slowly move the dildo up and down her pussy's crevice without penetrating her. She started to grown softly, slowly spreading her legs as he continued rubbing against her. "MMM, Nathan....." She purred out, setting the clothing down and laying down. "Get over me real quick..." She whispered out, smiling sweetly. He did as she wanted and moved over to her, straddling her and kissing up and down her bare skin as he continued to tease her with the dildo. He began to slowly push it into her, silencing her by putting his lips on hers and moaned to her lips as he began to erect through his clothes, his erection pressing against her leg as he continued to thrust the dildo slowly into her body. She grabbed his shirt and pulled their mouths apart, "Thanks, now go check on our food, prince." She giggled and used her legs to kick him off and out through the tent flaps, landing on his butt outside. "I can finish by myself." She laughed and got into her sleeping bag naked, massaging her breasts and using the dildo. She made extra sure to make loud noises, and to make sure he heard the wet sex sounds the dildo made inside her to tease him. "Dammit..." He murmured as he heard everything that was going on. He didn't dare poke his head into the flap for fear he might lose it from the demons within there. Furthermore, he sighed and moved to his food and put out the fire, letting the rabbits cool off and waited for her. Furthermore, he was still erect, annoyed that he couldn't get off because she pushed him away when he was working on her. With a sharp scream, she climaxed, coating the inside of her bedroll with her juices. Panting heavily, she pulled out the dildo and laid it down on top of her clothes, before passing out from her exertions. She continued to breath heavily, but that was the only sound leaving the tent. "God damn...how hard did she cum?" He murmured as he waited for her to come out. He moved over and peeked inside the tent to see her passed out. "God dammit..." He murmured as he walked in and sat next to her, seeing her naked body with her pussy wet from her orgasm. "She does look hot though..." He murmured, not resisting to reach out and start pressing her nipple into her body with his finger. She moaned out softly before turning onto her side and curling up. She now faced him while curled up, revealing only her cleavage. Her mouth was still open a little with her breathing... He looked at her and smirked. He wouldn't go as far as to put his cock in her mouth, but he wondered what she'd do if he put his finger near her lips. Reaching over, he put his index finger's tip on her bottom lip and looked down to her to see what she would do. She smiled softly and scooted forward, sticking his finger into her mouth, softly sucking on it. She stretched out some, revealing more of her breasts as she continued to suck. He soon pulled his finger out of her mouth and moved to start poking her nipple like a button once more. "He...you have no idea how much fun this is..." He said as he continued to toy with her nipple before he began to pull on it, pulling her breast with it until they slipped from his fingers. He watched as her breast jiggled whenever her nipple slipped from his fingers. After several minutes of his playing, she slowly started to squirm. "Stop...mummy.....teasing me...." She mumbled out, reaching up to rub her eyes as she slowly started to come to. She wasn't yet fully awake, and her nipples were rock hard and aching. "Why?" He said teasingly as he leaned down and placed his lips on her nipple, sucking it gently, nipping it and tugging it like he was doing with his fingers, but he was switching between nipples this time. He didn't care if she was waking or not, the pain would more than likely be worth what was happening. Yelping out loudly at the biting, she awoke fully and looked down at Nathan making love to her nipples. "Dear...*gasp* god Nathan...." She reached over and grabbed the dildo again, still covered in juices, and shoved it into his mouth when he went to switch nipples. "Out!" She yelled, eyes flaring, and kicked him away again. "Please hand me my food...and water..." She called out, sliding into some form of clothing. He spit out the dildo and wiped his mouth clean of her juices before feeling her kick him off again. He fell back and rubbed his head and grumbled as he held his head. "Dammit girl, you asked me to do it." He murmured as he crawled out of the tent. "The food's done. Come and get it yourself." He said as he laid down near the charred remains of the fire and near the food, closing his eyes as he tried to forget what just happened. He had the air knocked out of him, and he just wanted to sleep. She crawled out wear a tiny skirt-like cloth wrapped around her waist and that fell to just below her crotch. She also wore a tight, cloth wrapping around her breasts, with the single holder over one shoulder. "I'm sorry for kicking you..." She said, sitting down next to him and feels bad. She reached over him, exposing her under breasts, and picked up her food, going back to sitting to eat it. Furthermore, she started to nibble it, enjoying the warm feeling in her belly. "You can join me in my tent for the night....if that will make it up to you..." "No, no...It's fine... I think I deserved it..." He murmured as he looked to her. He didn't look at her breasts, and he watched as she ate before he closed his eyes again. "Just...had the air knocked out of me... Tired...sleepy... Gonna get some rest..." He murmured as he curled up more and tried to fall asleep. "Just go and sleep whenever... Don't worry about me..." She frowned and sighed, finishing her food and picking him up. She grunted and started to pull him into the tent. "Gash...so heavy..." She wheezed out, and finally succeeded into pulling him into her tent, before collapsing with him on top. "Close...enough....mummy...warm..." She mumbled before smiling and enjoying it. He was heavily asleep as she began to pull him into her tent. It would not be moments until after she pulled him on top of her that he would awaken to see her below him. "You..." He murmured gently as he looked to her with a small frown and rolled off of her. "Why'd you bring me in here...?" He murmured, still half asleep and half conscious as he looked to her. "Because I felt bad about abusing you...so this is me making it up." She got up and laid on top of him, pinning him under her. "Now shush...and enjoy..." She purred softly, and kissed him softly. She ran her fingers up and down his chest, rubbing against him. "No, no...stop..." He murmured, slowly trying to have her stop, but he was unable to do so. He simply laid there and stayed quiet when she continued to start kissing and rubbing against him. "Seriously... We don't have to do this just cause you feel guilty..." Nathan murmured to her as he looked her in the eyes. "Don't do this out of guilt..." "The letting you sleep with me in my tent was the guilty part. Now I'm just having fun." She smiled and unlaced his pants, sliding them off and taking off his shirt as well. "Come on, lets sleep in my bedroll." She said and got into her roll. She scooted over and made enough room for him. "We have a truce till morning...so if you can stay awake...you can do everything but sex to me." "If that's the case...." He smirked and crawled into the bedroll with her and began to kiss her. He pressed his lips hard and firmly against hers as he began to massage her breasts, going back to play with the nipple again as he did so. "Don't be afraid to do things to me either..." He said gently as he smirked and leaned down to start licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue to tease her. Moaning out softly, she sighed. "And here I thought you were about to pass out..." She groaned as he bit down softly and used her knee to rub his hard cock. "Mammal, you love my girls....don't you?" She giggled and held his head against her breasts, and continued to use her knee to rub his cock, going faster and harder. "Of course I do... I'm a breast man after all." He said with a smile as he kissed her breast now and looked up to her, his chin in her cleavage and smiling to her as he reached down and stripped himself of his clothes so that the two of them were naked. He rolled so she was on top, his cock in the folds of her pussy but not penetrating her. "Come on baby...make me feel good." "I said no sex..." She said clearly, and moved, so his cock wasn't near her entrance. She then smiled and reached down with her hands, fondling his cock and giving it jerks to stimulate it. "Enjoy it while it lasts...." she's giggled and leaned down, kissing his chest softly and running her tongue all over. "It wasn't sex if it didn't go inside you, right?" He said with a smirk as he felt her begin to fondle and jerk his cock. "I know I'll enjoy it..." He said as he felt her begin to kiss and lick his chest. He reached over and pulled her close so he could begin to massage her ass as he looked to her. "Nice butt you got here..." He said jokingly. She wagged it in response, lifting it into the air to provide a great view to him. She started to bite his chest all over, only softly and barely enough to piece the skin. Her jerking started to come harder and harder, while her free hand fondled his balls, squeezing and rolling them together. He didn't warn her as he began to shoot his seed onto her hand. He only laughed a bit. "I guess that's one point for you... But now it's my turn to get a point..." He said as he began to use his knee to begin massaging her pussy. She groaned and started to jerk him off even harder, using both hands to do it. "Such a greedy bastard..." Her juices soon coated his leg and knee, and she leaned up to make out with him roughly. Her tongue slid into his mouth and started to french him eagerly. "I may be greedy, but I always return to my fellow people..." he said gently as he continued to rub her pussy with his knee as he made out with her, his tongue slowly going into her mouth to french her lovingly as he held her close to him. Yelping suddenly, she arched her back, slapping her breasts into his face, and orgasmed. After her release, she collapsed on top of Nathan and started breathing hard, her sweat and juices mixing with his sweat. "Mammal, damn...look like we can't do anything else..." She said sarcastically," Night." She rolled off weakly, and tried to curl up. "Wait a sec... You said I had you all night until morning came. I'm not finished." He said as he loomed over her and straddled her, placing his cock between her breasts. "Come on now. I'm ready for some fun." HE said as he mashed her breasts together to squeeze his cock. "Don't make me do all the work now." She growled softly. "This better not last all night...." She sighed and held her breasts together, slowly working his cock between her pillows. She spit on his cock and used that as lube to work even faster and even wagged her breasts, knocking his cock around. "Your fault for offering this to me baby." He said with a smirk as he sat there and enjoyed feeling her pleasure his cock with her boobs. "Come now. Do you think I'll be pleased with just this? More...come on... You offered. Don't worry, I said I'll return the favor for you my dear." Sighing heavily, she leaned her head down and starting sucking on his cock. She purred around it, using the vibration to stimulate it further. "You better pay me good..." She mumbled out around his cock, still using her breasts to jerk it. "He... I'll be sure to do something nice to you as well babe..." He said gently as he moaned out, feeling her lips on the head of his cock only making it much better. "You better be careful... I might just blow unexpectedly if you keep doing this so good." She kept up the pace, jerking him roughly and quickly, using her drool and his pre-cum to keep her breasts lubed up. After a few more minutes of sucking and vibrations, mixed with her jerking, he finally came all over face, breasts, and chest. She had a near solid white layer across her face and released his cock to white it away from her eyes. "Damn...." She muttered out, slyly using her fingers to white his delicious juice into her mouth., "This is what happens when you keep me teased for so long." He replied with a smirk as he watched her begin to start licking up the juices he had given her. He smirked and used this opportunity to go between her legs and start to suckle and lick her pussy and clit to give her the returning pleasure that he promised her before. She immediately yelped and started to buck in pleasure, never having felt this before. "Nathan!" She gasped out, continuing to buck repeatedly against his face, splashing his face with her juices that started to flow with his mouth. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, using it as a handle to keep bucking, inadvertently starting to pull hair out as she went harder. He cried in pain as he felt her fingers begin to pull on his hair. He stuck his tongue into her pussy and groaned in pain, letting his tongue vibrate as she pulled out some of his hair as she continued. 'Shit... I might go bald cause of her...!' He thought in IHS head as he felt everything she was doing with her hand. After not much longer, she orgasmed again, splattering his face with cum and forcing a good chunk down his throat. She shuddered hard before quickly releasing her hold on Nathan, collapsing in utter exhaustion and uselessness. She shuddered every so often, still mostly covered by thick spunk, hers and Nathan's. He smirked as he looked to her and shoved two fingers into her sensitive pussy. "Come now... I'm not finished playing with your body." He said as he began to twist his fingers inside of her as they were as deep as he could go. "How good does it feel? Moan for me baby." She remained quiet, shuddering and not acknowledging Nathan anymore. She was completed wasted on sex, and quickly fell into unconsciousness, slowly drying up as her pussy lost its stimulation. When she fell unconscious, he frowned. "You're no fun... You said as long as I want until morning." He murmured as he sighed and moved to lay next to her. He smiled, his face going soft now as he looked at her sleeping face and leaned over to place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Good night..." Nathan said with a smile before closing his eyes and falling asleep right next to her. She awoke late next morning, feeling stiff and dried. Yawning heavily, she stood up, the dried cum cracking as her body moved. "Ew....what the hell..." Her head felt light, and she felt like she needed a good long bath. "Last time I ever agree to do that again." She looked around and saw that Nathan was gone. "Good, I can go get a bath...if I can find a river..." She shrugged on her night clothes and picked up her sword and a blanket to use as a towel. Crawling out, she said to Nathan, "I'm getting a bath... I will see you in a while. Please don't follow me and try to fuck, I am too tired." Then headed out, wandering around listening for water. "Yeah, yeah alright. I think I've got enough out of you last night." He murmured as he watched her go off. He smiled as he sat back. "I never expected her to offer me something like that. She fell before I was even finished but... Meh... I wouldn't have fucked an unconscious girl." He said with a small laugh as he saw her disappear as she went to bathe. He sat back at the camp and began to pack up as he waited for her. After a while of stumbling around, she finally came across a little clearing with a pool of water in it. "Pooh, nice..." She smiled and immediately started taking off her clothes, tossing them onto the grass. She slowly slipped in, shuddering at the sudden cold. "Fuck! That's cold..." She squeaked out, and decided to scrub quickly. Soon enough Nathan had everything packed and was bored that it was taking so long for her to get back from bathing. "Shit... I might as well go join her if she's going to take so long." He murmured as he stood up and wiped some dust off of his clothes before walking out toward the stream she was bathing in. "Hey. You don't mind if I bathe to do you?" She jumped out of the water and wrapped her towel around her chest, covering up her naked form. "You can have it." She said, heading back to her tent to change. She slipped on her travelling clothes and rolled up her gear, smiling and shrugging it on. He smiled and walked by her as he took the bath. He slipped inside and began to relax in the cold water as the hot sun hit his body. Furthermore, he closed his eyes and relaxed against the water bank and stayed silent as the cool breeze went through his hair. After getting ready to travel, she leaned back against her pack and enjoyed the day, still feeling drained from last night. How much did he knock out of me in that one night, she wondered. She sighed and shrugged, it didn't matter, she had enjoyed it, they had made up, that's what mattered. She slowly started to drift off, not noticing the shadows that moved around at the edge of her vision. (Wait did you have something specific planned for her or would you like me to RP the shadows? I'm fine either way. :]) (HHH, I was planning on something, yea, so just play your character still in the bath.) (Still in the bath or would you prefer him getting out and coming back?)

A Fable of Heroes ( Luna x Jugger)|rating:3.0

Doom Ic

Year 2876Greg Sanders was stretched out in his bunk, it had been a furious week, the weekend usually was the time they had to relax and try to recuperate some of the heavy tolls that they asked of their bodies during the week. You would think that as technical support he would not have to go through the same rigorous work that the other had to endure, but each part of the team had to stay in the same peak and also had to do the same amount of work and same level of shooting ability that the rest of the team had. He had his eyes closed, not asleep, not awake, just...dozing. He had been recruited into the United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USTA) two months ago, learned that once you come to the USTA you're demoted from any rank you had to Grunt, you have to work your way to Private, Corporal, Sergeant and Staff-Sergeant. There were no higher ranks as no USTA ever lasted longer than twelve years. Lieutenant Franklin Evans and Captain Steve Jones was only in those ranks as they were promoted into them. Oh, and just as an afterthought Private, the only way you're getting promoted is Battlefield Promotion. Greg smirked at the thought. Not that it mattered, at least he was not a Grunt anymore." Team Foxtrot, Team Foxtrot report for duty. This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill." The voice did not even finish when Greg was on his feet, by the time it had finished, his boots was on his feet. Seconds later he was pounding down the hallway, his teammates close on his heels. The voice over the PA system had been that of Staff-Sergeant Duke Lewin's, he was tough as nails, a bit of a loose cannon, but always got his job done. They entered the indoor parade ground for team Foxtrot, codename Wolves. Staff Lewin's was waiting already, hand behind his back, even at ease his bulk seemed ready to beat anything into submission. Greg came to a halt and snapped to attention, next to him three more of their squad came to a halt and behind him the other four. Greg knew that Lewin's had been keeping count of how many seconds had passed and that the dress would tell him how quickly they had assembled." Rollins, Solomon, Denver's! You are naked!" Naked meant without weapon, even if you carried a stick you would not be seen as naked, yet the three of them had showed up without weapons of any kind. Greg suppressed a sigh, that meant more drilling for them today, when they were supposed to rest. But then again showing up naked, three out of eight made them tactically much weaker than they should have been." We'll discuss this little incident later. Right now we have a mission." Everybody broke their stiff stance to glance at each other, when the Wolves gets called in, it's not for the feint of heart and usually even fewer people survived in the Wolves due to the nature of their missions. This would be Greg's first mission, and he could feel the rest wonder if he was ready for this." In twenty minutes we will head for Lunar Seven, from there we will jump to Atari Z-776. There is an outpost which have reported a significant discovery in Biological found on the planet. We are to go there, find out why we have lost contact and get back in time for dinner...MOVE OUT!" That was the briefing, that was all they needed to know. The dispersion was quick as every single one of them knew where to go, get suited up and grab your gear. It took all ten minutes for the Wolves to assemble on the flight deck, of course Staff Lewin's was already there, the first to arrive was Greg and the last was Sergeant Laura Rankings." Alright ladies, this one is quick clean and by the book, I don't need to babysit any of you. We go in, we get the intel and we get out. We are not there to clean up any mess, we are there for data only." The transport ship came in to land, the ramp extended,"Saddle up!" Greg moved with the group, he got into his designated seat, secured his rifle in its mount and buckled himself him. All around him the others did the same, it took a few seconds to get everybody in, the ramp closed up behind them as Staff Lewin's took his seat close to the cockpit. A lurch and the ship started to rise, a faint popping sound was heard as it accelerated through the sound barrier and then the humming of the gravity generator kicked in as they left the atmosphere. A good-natured chattering filled the cabin, the only people not talking was Greg and Staff Lewin's. Lewin's was busy going through a report, Greg was the youngest and newest to the group, he had nothing to say. Hyperdrive kicked in and when it disengaged, the moon was in full view on Greg's side of the windows. It drew in close fast, they headed for an elevated area, Greg could clearly see the base They circled it and came to a hovering stop half a kilometer from the dimensional gate. The craft lowered down into a hanger and Greg shifted slightly in his seat. A soft bump and they were down. Green light. Greg pulled his weapon from the mount, the LED display powered up."Welcome, Spartan." All down the middle positioned seats the weapons powered up."Welcome, Snake.""Welcome, Rock.""Welcome, Cowboy.""Welcome, Sting.""Welcome, Kid.""Welcome, Hermes.""Welcome, Rose." A soft curse and the sergeant started to hammer at the display, the voice squealed in protest."Welcome, Dante." Staff rose and grabbed his own rifle,"Welcome Duke." The ramp opened, and the squad moved out, as Greg was the last one in the row, he was the first one out. He looked around at the technicians, then the double doors opened, four people came towards them. Three men and one woman, and from the looks of her, he did not really think that she would be up here on a moon base, rather down on Earth, wearing designer clothing for a living, but he kept his thoughts to himself, as those usually were the things that got him into trouble in the first place. Can I join? Sandra Evert(IOC: Wolf girl, I'd say you'd have to look at the DOOM IOC first.) It had been quite a rush, but here she was. On moon base X7. This morning she was still looking out on the city scale of New York, now, barely six hours later she was on the moon." Doctor Evert, I am glad that you have agreed to come, I am quite sure that your expertise would be most useful." Those where the words which actually welcomed her onto the flight. She was lured onto the craft with a document. A dossier so to speak of biological findings, findings that would not only make her work easier, but also save the lives of countless people. She was hoping to get more material or more information, but the only thing she was told that she had to go with a group which have been assembled to go to the outpost on a distant planet. And here she stood in a hanger, looking at a group of men who looked like they were going to go to that station and kill anything on sight. She caught one of the soldiers staring at her, then quickly look away. She wondered if there was anything wrong, she almost touched her hair, but realized that soldiers usually had this kind of reaction around women. Furthermore, she smiled to herself and listened to the three doctors making their statements. The following words caught her off guard, and she gaped,"Staff Lewin's, Doctor Evert will accompany you on this mission. She has to extract vital data for us, which only somebody with her vast biological knowledge can find and extract." What? They didn't say anything about that on the way here! Greg could see the woman's expression, she did not know about this as well." Absolutely not." Staff's voice was firm,"We're not taking a non-combatant into a place we know nothing about." Professor Goldstein stepped forward,"Well you are taking her with you Lewin's, she goes or your team gets kicked out of the USMC. We are the guys paying your wages and making sure you have the best weapons available for your missions. Who else did you think would be in charge? The USP of course." Greg frowned, the United Space Program?" We brought the USMC into being, because we encountered situations out in space which was best left to men with guns. So Lewin's, you will take Doctor Evans with you." Staff looked ready to explode, but he got control of himself and with a grumble turned from the group to face the Wolves,"Seems we have no choice." Greg stepped forward,"Sir I'll take guard duty, I am the newest in the group, I doubt it would bother me that much." Lewins nodded at him, looked at the group, and they all seemed a bit relieved, he turned back to Goldstein." Alright, we'll take her along." She had gotten swept up in all of this way too fast,"Wait...don't I have a say in this?" Goldstein glanced at her,"No. You're under contract with USP. We did not bring all the way here to look pretty." She sighed,"At least I have done some basic training, so I'm sure I can fire a weapon if the need arose." "Oh yeah, give her a gun and she will fix you up after shooting you."" Psh, wannabe soldier." Greg looked over at the others,"Shut up. At least she is offering some help." Of course her being under his protection for the trip only started when they started the trip, but he just thought the comments were out of line and rude towards her. She didn't want this any more than they do, he faced the doctor." Don't worry doc, we have enough weapons, if you have to fire a gun it means we're in deep shit." His words brought snickers from the others, only Staff's glare made them sober up." Departure time in ten minutes, shake a leg lady, I was busy with a melted cheese sandwich, I want to be back before it gets cold." Ten minutes? That wasn't much time! She hurried away to get her field gear ready. She was in way over her head and the soldier who offered to guard her said that he was new to this. All-in-all it looked like the USP wanted her out of the way! But she could also be running ahead of herself, perhaps communication had been lost due to meteor showers, solar flares or a break-down of the subspace broadcaster. She slipped out of her heels and slacks, slipping into her favored cargo pants and boots. She slipped out of the jacket, blouse and bra and slipped into a sports bra, t-shirt and checked shirt. Pulling her hair into a ponytail and grabbing her field set, she was ready to go. Even that took most of the ten minutes and as she made it to the jump ship, she was three minutes late. The rest of the soldiers was inside, and the young soldier was waiting for her outside. He motioned her up the ramp and followed her. Greg Sanders After downloading tactical maps and data of the facility, Greg secured his PDA and headed for the ship. He waited for the team to board and then waited for the doc. She showed up three minutes late, looking ready for field work. He showed her to a jump seat and sat down next to her, weapon faced downwards, "No need to strap yourself in. We'll make a short jump to the SST facility, from there we travel to Atari Z-776." He leaned back into the hard seat and looked forward, strangely aware of her shampoo, his sister used that shampoo. Not anymore and at times he missed her. Other times he wished that he could get his hands on that fucker. Her fiancée, the reason she wasn't there anymore. He relaxed his grip on his rifle, now wasn't the time, now it was mission time and clear head. She had noticed that Greg looked tense, she wasn't sure if it was her fault or not and before she could question him, the craft lifted. It was not the luxury transports that she was used to, and it took her long moments to come to terms with the swift yet noisy movement. By the time she managed to adjust herself to the new experience and her stomach stopped roiling, they were slowing down again. Was it over that quickly? Looking out of the farthest porthole she could see them descending towards the SST - Sub-Space Transport facility, she almost couldn't believe how quickly they have traveled. She looked at Greg and once more saw that strange look in his eyes, like he was angry, but he wasn't angry with anybody in the transport. Greg Sanders The transport touched down, the ramp lowered, and he got to his feet, motioning Dr Evert to follow his lead. As the ramp touched ground, he walked down, rifle in an easy, yet ready position. The airlock was clear, the entrance stood open and technicians stood ready to escort them into the building. Moments later that was exactly what happened. The inside of the building was Spartan, since it was still mainly a scientific institution, the only seats available was what the staff used in their work. They lived on-site, so the more creature comforts was situated outside the installation. White tiled floors, monitors and different bells and whistles covered the walls and work stations. Greg followed Sarge's lead and by default that meant that Dr Evert walked along with him. They entered a huge room, the floor seemed to be made out of some sort of glass, the walls and ceiling of a strange reflective surface. A voice sounded over an intercom, "Welcome to SST, prepare to transport in three...two...one..." Suddenly the floor lit up with a purple light. This was a first for Greg, he had never used the SST, yet he kept himself composed, he did look around as the glare increased, becoming stronger and stronger, a white noise started to build up along with the light and the moment the light became almost too sharp to handle, the noise reached a peak and held for a few seconds before everything went black. When Greg's vision returned, he found that they were in the SST room no more. He looked around in wonder, they were in a white room, two blue stripes ran horizontal along the walls, the ceiling fixtures were flickering rapidly every twenty seconds, but burned steadily in between. The rest of the room was empty." Mount up." They all readied their weapons, Greg looked over at the Doctor and nodded her to walk in front of him as he brought up the rear. Sandra She felt slightly cowed as the hard-faced, hard-eyed Marines went into their battle-mode and moved out of the transport. She met Greg's eyes and saw that the earlier anger had left them and that he was now as she saw him the first time. They entered the structure and after a few moments were transported through the cosmos to a distant planet. As she was still busy orientating herself, she found that Greg was looking at her. At first, she wanted to feel self-conscious, but instead realized that he was motioning for her to follow the retreating backs of the other Marines. She fell into line, very conscious that Greg was behind her. Was he checking her out while he was back there? She could feel a slight blush creeping over her neck as she thought about the possibility and then her mind started to move on to more important things, like how silent the base was. Greg Sanders They met nobody, not even bots on their silent trek. The only movement coming from the lights as they flickered sometimes as they moved along. The Security cubicle was empty, as was the waiting room, the door to the transport room was locked though. The shuttle which should take them further into the structure, could be seen through the small port on the door." Sanders you're up." He moved forward, slinging his weapon over one shoulder to free up his hands. He typed in all the access and override codes that had been given to him, but with no success." Now THAT is weird." Without pausing, he slipped an electric screwdriver from his pants' pocket and started to work on the panel. It popped free a few seconds later, he caught it and then used the small LED mounted on the tip to light up the panel's insides. Reaching in, he activated the manual override and the doors started to hiss open. The squad readied weapons as the doors slid open. She could feel her insides clench as the doors slide open and the Marines tensed up. The shuttle bay was dark, only minimal lighting from the emergency lights gave a measure of visibility. She followed when the group moved forward, suddenly the lights flared to life, causing her to gasp in surprise. Two of the guys chuckled at her, she glanced over her shoulder to see Greg sling his pack back onto his back and give her a slight smile as he readied his rifle. Laura BranningsSargeant Laura Rankings was the only female soldier in “Team Foxtrot” of United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USTA). To say she had “issues” was like calling USTA members glorified meter maids. She was toxic to herself and everyone around her. Headquarters had hoped she would have been killed by now, but somehow she continued to survive every dangerous mission she went on. Headquarters finally ran out of options and assigned her to Staff-Sergeant Duke Lewin's Team Foxtrot code named “wolves”. They had secretly hoped that Duke might knock her off in a space “accident”. But that did not happen. In fact, Duke began to respect her abilities and discipline. She was very, very strict about following commands. She had a brilliant mind for tactics. He looked past her “I’m not here to be your friend, asshole” attitude and her total and very sick love of big guns and killing. Laura was outfitted in the latest combat armor, with 360 motion detection. She carried anti-area detection sensors, mines, clearing explosives, combat knife, two laser pulse hand guns (modified for increased power), and the most powerful weapon the squad possessed a 105 pulsed laser canon. It was a weapon normally carried on an assault vehicle, but she had turned it into a hand held weapon. She moves over next Dr. Sandra Evert and activated her comm slink for a one to one conversation. “Don’t fucking jump and gasp at everything, or I’ll blow your god-damn head off… understand!!” Her voice was full of anger. Sandra nodded her head, her body shaking in fear.“Those boys are nervous so they are having some fun with you. Don’t let them get to you.” Laura added, with a small amount of compassion, very small. Sandra nodded again and keyed her comm system for one to one. “Thanks” she said back to Laura try to build some kind of affinity with the woman.”Don’t fucking thank me. I FUCKING HATE that” Laura said back in anger. Then the redhead carrying the huge laser canon keyed her comm system, so the whole squad could hear her.“Duke, where are all the fucking people? And why didn’t the override access code work? Something is fucked up here. REALLY FUCKED UP. Recommend, we examine the security logs in the security cubicle back there and report into HQ.” She suggested Sandra Evert Sandra had no idea what was wrong with the female soldier, but clearly she was completely psycho! She was going to stay as far away from her as possible. Furthermore, she moved closer to Greg her assigned protector. Sandra did, however, agree with the gun totting female lunatic that some sampling for biological might be useful. There was something weird happening and every part of her body was screaming danger. Staff-sergeant Lewin's was standing in front of the shuttle, since something was clearly wrong, he had not ordered the squad to move forward yet. Something was nagging at his brain, he was just not certain what it was yet." I concur Rankings. Sanders." Greg nodded, "Aye sir. Come along doc." Greg trotted back to the security cubicle, the inside were empty, and he sat down on the chair, drawing a palmtop with cables from his little bag of tricks, he sorted the proper cords and plugged the palm top in. The holographic display came to life, and he hacked into the console. He frowned as he looked at the display, then keyed his comm." Sir, the server is either offline or all external access have been severed. I can only read this specific console, and it states that a state of emergency were declared one hour before the distress signal had been sent. The security camera only shows the guard leaving his post, armed with a shotgun." There were a few moments of silence, then Lewin's replied, "Rodger that, get back here, we have to go further, and you need to tell me if this shuttle is operational."" Rodger that sir, give me five." He logged out and unplugged his gear, after securing his palmtop, he stepped outside, weapon at the ready. "This is just wrong on so many levels' doc." He gave her an encouraging grin, and together they moved back to the shuttle bay. Greg taking point to unlock the sealed door and boarding the shuttle. In the cockpit he quickly ran diagnostics and started the boot-up sequence which brought the shuttle online." Well sir, she should take us to the installation, oxygen tanks are full, fusion reactor at optimum and gravitational field running smoothly."" Good, mount up, daylight's awaiting." Sandra Evert"This is just wrong on so many levels, doc." Greg, her protector, had said. It was a comment that did not inspire confidence. Sandra confidence was dropping fast; she was having trouble standing as her knees felt so weak. But Greg smile helped her, and she managed to follow him to the shuttle where he took the pilot position and turned on the vehicle. She sat right behind him. When the engines were running and the lights came on, she started to feel better. Humans had built amazing tools, and it gave her a sense that whatever trouble was out there, humanity had a tool to deal with it. The shuttle was a glorified subway system, which made traveling through the vast facility fast and efficient. The shuttle was piloted, but stayed within a large metal tub network. The seats in the transport shuttle ran along the sides of the shuttle. Like what was common on some subway systems. A person sitting on the right-hand side of the shuttle would be facing the person seated on the left-hand side. This was except for the pilot position, which faced forward. The two soldiers, who had played the light trick on her earlier, were seated across from Sandra and were now looking at her. Rollins and Solomon were their names. Both of them looked at her with lusty eyes. Rollins nudged Solomon and then formed a hole with his thumb and fore finger, with his other hand; he stuck out his fore finger alone and shoved it into the hole he created. He thrust into the hole several times. Clearly, his sign language was telling Solomon and Sandra, since she was looking right at him, he wanted to fuck her. Solomon nudged him back and made the same hole with his one hand, but formed a fist with his other hand. He shoved the fist into the hole. He had to stretch and open the hole to make his fist fit. Then he pointed to his crotch and to Sandra. A huge smile on his face. Sandra had felt the testosterone in this group when she had first met them. But this was over the top. She was a Doctor with a PhD; she was not a fuck toy. She was about to say something, when Sergeant Rankings voice broke the silence. Sergeant Laura BranningsLaura Rankings had taken the last right-hand seat in the back of the shuttle. She sprang from her seat and yelled “THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE.” Before anyone could stop her, she smashed the back window of the shuttle out with the barrel of the weapon. She flicked on a powerful light on the top of the laser cannon and peeked into the darkness as the shuttle sped deeper into the structure.“FUCK LAURA” Rollins gasped from the front of the shuttle, many of the marine now armed. When Laura did not fire any shots, Rollins had to make a comment “UPS is going to be pissed you broke that window. They are going to take it out of your pay!”“FUCK the United Space Program... I saw something and it was NOT HUMAN!” She said. The shuttle was silent. No one wanted to say she was seeing things. Laura looked over to Duke. “Sorry Staff-Sergeant, but I saw something” She reported with confidence. Duke was frowning at Laura. “Sergeant, I trust your instincts, you are almost always right. Just don’t let this place get to you.” He said firmly Greg SandersBranning's shout and the sound of shattering glass made him look over his shoulder. At her statement he just shook his head, "Exterior sensors shows no biological, so perhaps you saw a rogue drone sarge." A few moments later they came to a halt inside the main complex. As they moved out, the fact that there wasn't any sign of people around was quite disconcerting, the maintenance bots still moved about, seemingly locked into a loop which had them clean the floors. Greg stared at them for a few moments." What is it Sanders?" Greg looked at Staff Lewin's, "Sir, those drones should not be out here if there is nothing to clean. Look at them. They are cleaning the floor, but this area is spotless." He moved closer to one of the knee-high machines and pressed the "HOLD" button under its visor. The machine came to a halt. Greg studied the machine and something caught his attention, he studied the bristles of the small broom and got to his feet. A few moments later the machine started working again. He studied two of the other machines and then turned to face the group." Blood. They have been cleaning up blood." Sandra Evert“Blood? Let me get a sample” Sandra said as she slipped her bag off her shoulder and made it over to one of the bots. She shut down the machine and took a sample. Placing it into a vile and back into her bag. Greg gave her a funny look as she stood back up.“No telling who or what thing the blood came from.” Sandra explained to Greg.“Whatever it came from… there was a lot of it!” Sergeant Laura Rankings added as she looked at the large area the bots had been cleaning. Staff-Sergeant Duke looked at the three main corridors heading off in three different directions into the very large facility. “Ok, I want teams of two, in combat formation exploring each passageway. By the book, gentlemen and ladies! All other members stay here as a combat reserve. Let make this area our combat/search command post.” He ordered. “Wolf team 1 … north corridor, wolf team 2 east corridors, and wolf team 3 south corridor” Disciplined USTA members broke into small units without a word. Sergeant Laura Rankings was in team 3 and headed south with PFC Harris. PFC Harris was a big burly space marine. He was a combat soldier. He checked his pistol, his frag grenades and his combat knife. He took a deep breath. Furthermore, he was a space marine. Furthermore, he wasn't afraid of anything. But working with Sergeant Laura Rankings was always trying.“Serge, I’m ready to go” He reported to her.”THAT’S NOT A PROPER REPORT” She yelled. “FUCKING DO IT RIGHT NEXT TIME” She yelled.”Team 3 moving out” She reported to Duke. PFC Harris and she moved out in a leap frog pattern. Someone always had a weapon up and ready to fire and was watching as the other member of the team moved and/or examined something. It did not take long before; Laura stopped and examined the floor, in front of a sliding door.“Scratch marks” she said over her comm link. She pressed a button and the door opened. “Fuck!” Laura said as there was blood in this room and even a few body parts like an arm or leg throw about. She also saw an unused shotgun and rocket launcher on the floor. She picked them up and slung the shotgun over her left shoulder and the rocket launcher over her right shoulder.“Looks like some kind of clawed animal, did this” She concluded. Furthermore, she activated her comlink to Duke and reported “Found more blood… might need Doc to take a sample” She reported. Duke confirmed the report. "Sanders. Take the doc and regroup with Rankings. She has something the doc might want to bag." Greg nodded, "Yes sir." Keeping his weapon in a ready position, he headed down the South corridor, making sure that the doctor was right behind him. At the open door, he knelt down and examined the claw marks." What the fuck? No way can this be any animal." He used his hand to measure the distance of the gouges and the depth of the marks." Sergeant, whatever did this..." He looked up to see the carnage in the room, trailing off slightly and then cleared his throat." Yeah, it should be able to do that amount of damage if it can place furrows into discrete like these right here." He straightened up and used his flashlight to illuminate the corners of the room, the lights flickering sporadically." I don't like this Sarge, whatever is going on here, limbs and blood scattered everywhere? I don't like this at all." Sergeant Laura BranningsSergeant Laura Rankings looked over to Sanders. She respected him. He knew his stuff, performed well under pressure, applied the correct tactics and thought well on his feet. In short, he was an excellent marine. Some of the others on the squad were more talk, and acted tough, but in actual combat were pretty worthless. Rollins and Solomon were in that category. Nevertheless, if there was one thing Sanders was lacking, he was not ruthless enough. Volunteering to escort Dr. Evert was just one example. Laura felt it was her job as the Sergeant to instruct Sanders and Harris on the correct attitude to have in this situation." I don't like this Sarge, whatever is going on here, limbs and blood scattered everywhere? I don't like this at all." Sanders had said“Sanders, Harris, let me tell you two something. I don’t like this fucking situation either! Whatever did this to these people was a brutal, savage monster. But we… will be WORSE. We are going to rip and tear to shreds this monster. UNDERSTAND. I want you two to get ready to FUCK this savage creature up its asshole until its fucking head explodes. GOT IT!!” Laura yelled to Sanders and Harris. Both marines gave her affirmative head shakes. Sandra Evert She almost puked as she looked into the room with the body parts and blood everywhere. “Gruesome” was the only word that fit the situation. As she collected samples, she heard the motivational speech the female Sergeant gave. She started to understand this had become a very dangerous mission. Their lives were on the line. She finished collecting blood samples and pressed her analyzer button. The small screen displayed the results. “Sarge, Greg, the blood is human. However, there is a small trace of an unknown chemical sequence in it. I would not call it DNA, like in our genes, but something similar to that. We might be dealing with some other kind of life form” Sandra explained. Sergeant Laura BranningsLaura keyed her comm link.“Duke, the Doc reports there might be an alien life form down here. We found claw marks and room full of body parts and blood.” Sergeant Laura Rankings reported. Wolf Team 2 East Corridor PFC Rollins and PFC Solomon made up Wolf Team 2. But instead of following the correct leap frog pattern both of them were wandering down the east corridor like it was a Sunday afternoon stroll.“I think Dr. Evert has been working with computers and Zeno-bugs so long she forgot what cock feeling like.” Rollins commented.“You know it!” Solomon answered, urging his buddy on.“I think we should tie up Dr. Evert, spread eagle and naked. Then have the squad take turns with her. It would do her a lot of good!” Rollins suggested.“Sergeant Rankings, Sanders, Harris, and Duke would never go for that” Solomon pointed out.”Bullshit, if we tell Sergeant Rankings she could fuck the Doc with her laser cannon, she’d go for it. She probably squeezes the trigger when she orgasmed and would blow the Doc's head off” Rollins added laughing.“Rollins, you are one, sick fuck. That is why I like you.” Solomon said back. The two stopped talking as they came across a section of the corridor which had been torn open like an aluminum can. The lighting in this section of the facility was out. The two looked around with their helmet mounted lights. Then they heard a crunching sound behind them and both of them spun around to see what it was. They saw nothing behind them. milkmaiden38 said: Sergeant Laura Rankings “Sanders, Harris, let me tell you two something. I don’t like this fucking situation either! Whatever did this to these people was a brutal, savage monster. But we… will be WORSE. We are going to rip and tear to shreds this monster. UNDERSTAND. I want you two to get ready to FUCK this savage creature up its asshole until its fucking head explodes. GOT IT!!” Laura yelled to Sanders and Harris. Both marines gave her affirmative head shakes. Click to expand... Sanders knew that voicing his opinion would get them one of the signature Rankings pep talks, even if it was just to make you laugh instead of take it seriously. The problem with Rankings, in Greg's eyes were that she always had this tough veneer going and wanted nobody to see that under all that armor and snarky talk, she is just a normal person. But since she did her job a bit too well, he never called her on that bluff. milkmaiden38 said: Sandra Evert She finished collecting blood samples and pressed her analyzer button. The small screen displayed the results. “Sarge, Greg, the blood is human. However, there is a small trace of an unknown chemical sequence in it. I would not call it DNA, like in our genes, but something similar to that. We might be dealing with some other kind of life form” Sandra explained. Click to expand... "Other kind of life form?" Greg made his way over to the doctor and looked over her shoulder at the analyzer screen." That is weird, I have seen those chemicals somewhere before." He slipped his weapon to his shoulder and retrieved his palm top, he quickly connected to Sandra's Analyzer and transferred the data, at the same time setting up a search pattern, the data came up a few moments later." Biological experiments with ancient lifeforms found on Earth. They all had this mucus-like film on the body and their blood acted like an organic acid. The excessive resin secretions, are produced by chemical processes involving strong acids and organic compounds." Greg tapped on the screen and with a frustrated sigh, closed the device and tucked it into his pack, swinging the rifle back into position. "That is all data that is available, the rest is top secret, and you need the right access codes to get it." He shook his head, "But the question remains, if this is the same creatures, how the hell did they get here?" milkmaiden38 said: Sergeant Laura Rankings Laura keyed her comm link. “Duke, the Doc reports there might be an alien life form down here. We found claw marks and room full of body parts and blood.” Sergeant Laura Rankings reported. Click to expand... "Roger that, remain in that position, we will reassemble at your position. Wolves, get those positioning gear fired up and head pull back. We have hostiles, I repeat we have hostiles." milkmaiden38 said: Wolf Team 2 East Corridor PFC Rollins and PFC Solomon made up Wolf Team 2. But instead of following the correct leap frog pattern both of them were wandering down the east corridor like it was a Sunday afternoon stroll. “I think Dr. Evert has been working with computers and Zeno-bugs so long she forgot what cock feeling like.” Rollins commented. “You know it!” Solomon answered, urging his buddy on. “I think we should tie up Dr. Evert, spread eagle and naked. Then have the squad take turns with her. It would do her a lot of good!” Rollins suggested. “Sergeant Rankings, Sanders, Harris, and Duke would never go for that” Solomon pointed out. “Bullshit, if we tell Sergeant Rankings she could fuck the Doc with her laser cannon, she’d go for it. She probably squeezes the trigger when she orgasmed and would blow the Doc's head off” Rollins added laughing. “Rollins, you are one, sick fuck. That is why I like you.” Solomon said back. The two stopped talking as they came across a section of the corridor which had been torn open like an aluminum can. The lighting in this section of the facility was out. The two looked around with their helmet mounted lights. Then they heard a crunching sound behind them and both of them spun around to see what it was. They saw nothing behind them. Click to expand... Rollins and Solomon were just about to answer the command from Duke when Rollins gave a startled gasp. Solomon looked at him and froze in his tracks when he saw the tip of a spear-like head protruding from Rollins' chest. Rollins had a shocked look on his dead face. The last act Solomon did was to look up and scream as a creature of teeth and claws descended on him from the ceiling. Sergeant Laura Rankings Team Sergeant Laura Rankings looked over to Sanders. “Wow, you are out Doc’ING the Doc.” She said. “So we a T. rex down here with us?” She asked Dr. Evert.“I’m not sure if we can say that yet. But Greg is right, now that I look at it. These trace elements are very similar to ancient lifeforms. My expertise is in pro-life forms or non-earth life forms. But I studied all forms when I worked on my master’s thesis. I wonder why United Space Program wanted me along on this trip?” Sandra asked more to herself.“Bait” Sergeant Laura Rankings suggested.”What! I don’t think so. I’m one of the leading scientists in the Zeno field” Sandra protested, and then she realized the Sergeant was joking. “Ok, very funny. Let me answer Greg’s question. Forming these tracer elements takes millions of years in a special environment. No way, two worlds would produce the same tracer elements. Someone brought this creature here from earth, only possible explanation.” PFC Harris interrupted Dr Evert “Serge, we have incoming, my motion detectors just lite up.”“Defensive positions everyone!” Sergeant Rankings ordered. Everyone got into position and Sergeant Banning pulled out her huge laser cannon.“I don’t have a weapon” Sandra whispered to Greg as she crouched next to him. Greg was covering the East door, there wasn't any other entrance on this side, the South was a secured wall as was the North. That left only the East and West entrance. He glanced at Sandra as she mentioned not having a weapon,"Like I stated doc, the moment you need a weapon, we're fucked. We're not in trouble yet, just stay close so that I know where you are." There were three blips, moving towards their position in a direct line, definitely not Sarge Lewin's as they would move in standard formation. The blips came to a halt just before they would enter the West entrance. Greg was ready to turn and give supporting fire, but he kept his weapon trained on the East entrance. Without warning the three blips started moving again, fast. The green blips of the other Wolves showed up on the monitor and Greg gave a soft exhalation. Whatever those three blips was, he had the feeling that they have just had a narrow escape with death. Duke and the rest of the unit showed and took up defensive positions. This allowed Greg, Laura, and Sandra to show Duke the evidence they had recovered.“Fuck” Duke moaned in disgust. “The assholes were playing around with dinosaur genes!” The leader Team Foxtrot looked at the room filled with body parts and blood.“One more thing, when you were approaching this location, the sensors detected 3 things moving toward us. Your arrival seemed to have scared them off.” Greg reported. Duke frowned at this news.“Call wolf teams 1 and 2 and find out why they are not back here yet” Duke ordered, clearly getting worried. Everyone headset heard the request for the wolf teams to report. Wolf team one reported back quickly.“Wolf team 1 ETA is about 1 minute. We are headed down the south corridor now” was their answer.“Wolf team 2, please report.” Another call was made. There was no answer. The call was repeated. “Wolf team 2, please report.” Still no answer. Duke keyed his comm-system “Rollins and Solomon stop fucking around REPORT” He ordered. Still no answer. Wolf team one arrived at the new camp as Duke groaned. Sergeant Banning knew what had to be done next. “I’ll go looking for them, who else can you spare?” She asked Duke. Duke did not answer right away as he was thinking about what to do next. Duke finally signaled for Greg and Denver's to fall in,"Take Spartan and Hermes. Since Sanders wants to be a babysitter, you go with my doc. We don't have time to look out for you as well." Greg shifted his rifle and got into position at the door, waiting for the order to move out. He glanced at Sandra and gave her a slight smile, "Don't worry doc, we're not in trouble yet. Just try to look tough and you should be ok." Looking away the smile fades away as he looks at the scanner on his forearm. Those three contacts. Where in hell did they go to? Sergeant Banning flipped a switch on her armor suit and the joints started to glow red. It was her 360 motion detection sensors. She clipped on a few mines, one pack of clearing explosives, her combat knife, and charged her 105 pulsed laser canon.“Standard assault tactics gentlemen. Anyone fucks up; I’ll blow their fucking head off!” She told the search party. Then she said to Sanders in a softer tone “Greg. Keep track of the non-com”. (non-com slang for non-combatant). “Let’s move out” She ordered. The search team leap frog down the passageways with skill and precision. It was slow, as everyone was providing covering fire, while only one person moved down the corridor. Sergeant Banning had even placed one team member on rear guard to make sure nothing came at them from behind. Hermes had a blond ponytail and a chiseled, handsome face. He was the team’s scout and his shifting eyes were always checking for danger. He had a carefully trimmed beard that complimented his face. Furthermore, he should have been a movie star with his good looks, but that opportunity never presented itself to him. Sergeant Banning knew he was above all else loyal and helpful to everyone. He was also optimistic, respectful, but his loyalty was what he was known for. She could count on him, she knew that. Hermes was on point, when the motion detectors detected the three contacts closing in on their position! He was about 20 ft in front of Banning rescue team.“Everyone defensive positions. Hermes move back to our position!” Sergeant Banning ordered. Greg took cover behind a steel strut, covering Hermes' retreat, motioning for Sandra to get behind him. The screen on his front arm beeped insistently as the signatures came closer to them. Hermes took cover and aimed into the direction he had just withdrawn from. Suddenly two of the blips vanished from Greg's monitor." What the hell?" Movement on the low ceiling caught his eye and he swiveled his rifle upwards, making target acquisition and pressed the trigger. One shot rang out, and it thudded into a body, a loud shriek echoed through the corridor and then the nightmarish beast disappeared through the ceiling. Plaster and concrete fell to the floor in a blue flash, Greg stared at the new hole in the ceiling and had the feeling that further down the corridor they will find two more of these holes." Sir I had a contact before that energy blast. It traveled along the ceiling." He looked at Sergeant Banning"It seems like we stepped into a battle that has nothing to do with us sir." Sergeant BranningSergeant Banning knew her rescue team was in a dangerous and possibly deadly situation. They were fighting in tight passageways where the enemy could anticipate her team’s avenue of approach or retreat. Also, her team’s sensors did not detect them reliably. Allowing the enemy to remain concealed until the time to attack. Now Greg reported they were between to fighting forces. Being in a flanking/crossfire situation was almost always fatal.“FUCK!” Sergeant Banning said in frustration. She knew the best defense against this situation was a controlled retreat, which would pull the enemy’s forces back in front of her team. If there were two forces battling each other, it would pull her team out of the middle of their battle. It would also allow her to set up a new line of defense from the knowledge they have acquired so far. Retreating however was not in Sergeant Banning character. She also HATED not completing the mission. She had been given an order and to hell or high water she was going to get it done. Normally, she would decide on the best rout, she was the team leader. But they had time, there was no attack at present. She decided to get the team's opinion on the situation.“Team, stay in your defensive positions. Keep your eyes on the ceilings and floors.” She ordered the rescue team. “I think you all know we’re in a bad situation. We have two options: One is to retreat back to the main force, maximizing our firepower. Or two, we use some aggressive tactics right now to get out of this situation and find those two fuck faces, Rollins and Solomon. Opinions?” Sandra Evert Sandra Evert heard what Sergeant Banning was saying but did not fully understand it all. Military tactics was something she had never studied. But what she did know was these creatures were dangerous. And Rollins and Solomon most likely needed their help. She thought those two soldiers in particular were complete assholes, she still did not want to leave them out there alone.“Are you kidding… we can’t leave them out there. These creatures will surround them and kill them! I vote we continue with the mission as fast as we can!” Doctor Evert reasoned passionately with Sergeant Banning. Greg breathed a sigh, then adjusted the reading of the monitor on his arm, it read body heat now and not movement. The range was much shorter, but Greg had an inkling that it would help him to track the combatants. He checked the load of his rifle and as he slapped the magazine home, he looked at Sergeant Rankings, "Leave no man behind right Sarge? I say we go look for those two lazy ass Marines." Leaving no man behind was not really part of the Space Marine motto, because sometimes you just didn't have a choice. But if given the option to retreat or to fetch your buddies and get out of Dodge, you always pick the option which led to you getting to fetch your buddies. Even if they are complete slackers and assholes and get your latrine duty or kitchen duty on a regular basis. Hermes voices his own consent and that meant that all three of them were with Rankings." Sir, I have set up my scanner for heat signature, I think that we should have one heat reading and one motion reading active at all times. That way nothing can sneak up on us or ambush us when we move forward." . . . . . “I like the way you people think!” Sergeant Banning barked to everyone. She looked at her team. “We are going in Rambo style. All guns a blazing! Hermes you have the right flank, Greg you have the left, Dr Evert the rear, I know you have no weapon, if you see something, just tell me. I’ll take the front. I want cover fire… even if you see nothing. Keep your eyes on the ceiling and floors. This will be a rapid advance; I’m not slowing down for anything.” The team nodded their heads in understanding. Sergeant Banning smiled and looked down to the huge cannon in her hands. She caressed her 105 pulsed laser cannon and talked in a loving voice to it. “Mommy is going to let you play… you get to fuck some aliens! Squirt your energy pulses right up their naughty little assholes!” Then she looked at the team again. “OK LET’S GO!” She yelled and ran forward firing laser down the corridor. The rest of the team followed at what was a full spirit. Sergeant Banning was weaving as she ran and fired energy pulses. They passed through a series of crossing passageways going off to the left and right.“BOOGIES 3 O’CLOCK” Sergeant Banning yells as she ran past the second set of passageways. Hermes fired multiple blasts down the passageway, but he must have missed the creature, because Sandra yelled next.“BEHIND US CLOSING FAST!!” She screamed. She wished she had a weapon, but there was nothing she could do.“I GOT IT… JUST KEEP RUNNING!” Sergeant Banning ordered as she reached down and grabbed an anti-personnel mine and slapped it to the wall. Her action was so smooth, she did not even break stride. Seconds later Greg, Hermes, and Sandra past the mine’s location. Then as the creature approached it the mine went off in a huge explosion. Sergeant Banning did not even turn around to see if the blast had killed the creature. She just kept running. After passing a few more passageways and seeing nothing. She reached a bulkhead hatch. She opened it quickly and went through. The rest of the team followed, and then she bolted the hatch closed from the other side.“I think we are out of the cross fire. Let’s return to standard leap frogging tactics” She ordered as everyone was breathing hard, trying to catch their breath. Seconds later however there was the sound of tearing steel as claws ripped through the bulkhead. “SHIT” Sergeant Banning yelled as she tried to point her gun at the rapidly expanding breach in the wall, but the hole was opening up too quickly! Back'Hubei'HU and two of his blood brothers received an activation signal while they were traveling to the home planet. They decided to inspect it, since the signal was ancient, but the meaning was clear. Prey have been released. They found that the planet have been changed in the years that the Yalta have not returned and now an installation of the Oohmans were built over the ancient site. Bak'HU knew what had happened, the Oohmans have come drilling and looking for resources, and they have unleashed the Prey upon themselves. This also meant that they had to stop the Prey, for they would spread through the galaxy like a scourge if they were not stopped. They landed their ship and infiltrated the Ooh man installation, his two brothers taking up guard duty as he ventured further inside. It was clear that the eggs have already finished gestating and that the beasts had gone through their final phases already. Back'HU felt the thrill of the hunt and he started stalking the creatures. He found three of them as they were about to attack a group of four Oohmans. He did not feel any love or pity for the smaller bipedal, he just wanted to rid the planet of the Prey. Soon after his plasma caster have killed off the three beasts, the Oohmans started running, but not away, they seemed to engage the Prey. Back'HU felt impressed with their actions, but also found it foolhardy, since it was clear that they did not know the Prey. He dropped through one of the holes from where he had blasted the Prey and followed the Oohmans. He found one of the Prey trying to rip through a door, and clearly it was succeeding. He extended his spear and struck, hitting the beast in the back of the head and driving the spear straight through, killing the beast. With a growl of victory, he withdrew the spear from the beast and drew back, looking for more of the Prey As the breach expanded Sergeant Banning knew she was going to die. There was no chance she could raise her laser cannon up fast enough to prevent one of those clawed hands from reaching her. The claws grabbed her shoulder and pinned her to the bulkhead. But then as suddenly as it started, it ended. The creature slumped forward and stopped moving.“FUCK” Hermes yelled in terror. His gun raised, and he was getting ready to fire.“DON’T FIRE” Dr Sandra Evert screamed. She had been just fast enough and Hermes did not pull the trigger. Sergeant Banning pulled herself free of the claw and moved in front of the creature. It was still not moving. But Sergeant Banning knew she had also died. It scared her. She needed to kill the thing that had almost killed her. Nothing was going to stop her from removing that fear from her mind. “Doctor, you DO NOT give FUCKING orders in a tactical combat situation. UNDERSTAND” Sergeant Banning yelled. Then she pulled her weapon up, took aim at the creature’s head.“SERGEANT DUMB ASS… I NEED TO EXAMINE THAT THING!” Sandra screamed. Sergeant Banning turned and faced the Doctor. Her laser cannon pointed right at Sandra. Sergeant Banning was so mad she was shaking. Scientific studies show that anger reduces human reasoning by 92%. People do really do dumb things when they are angry. The best thing to do if faced by someone that is angry is not to say anything. Just remain calm and silent. Let them vent. Remember the angry person is just not thinking straight.“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Sergeant Banning yelled back. Sandra said nothing. The two women faced each other.“I SHOULD KILL YOU FOR ENDANGERING THIS TEAM!!!!!!!!” Sergeant Banning yelled at the top of her lungs.“SERGEANT, SHE IS RIGHT!” Both Hermes and Greg said at the same time to Sergeant Banning. Greg added in a softer, calmer voice “Sergeant… you are the smartest person in this unit. Thinking about this. The Doc might be able to figure out why it stopped moving.” Sergeant Banning said nothing. She stood there for 10 full seconds. Then she lowered her weapon.“I agree.” Sergeant Banning said in her normal voice. It was as if she had returned to normal and nothing had happened. “Dr Evert examine the creature. We’ll cover you” Sergeant Banning ordered. “Hermes I need you watching for attacks in the opposite direction.” She ordered. Sandra approached the creature. It appeared dead. She noticed liquid dripping from its skull and sizzling on the bulkhead. The liquid was burning a hole in the bulkhead. “Looks like the creature’s blood is a powerful acid.” She told the others. It’s outer skin look like an exoskeleton of an insect. Extra hard. She grabbed a support rod on the frame of the door and pulled herself up to the creature’s head. There was a perfect round hole in the back of the creature’s head. Like someone had stabbed it from behind.“There’s a hole in the back of its head. Like someone killed it from behind while it was tearing open the door!” Sandra told the others. Now that things had semi-calmed down, he took up a covering position and scanned the area and the creature's body as Sandra took samples of the creature and inspected the creature." It is basically the same creature, but it is different from the fossils found." Greg shrugged, "Maybe they evolved as well." Sandra packed her gear away and stood, slinging her pack into position again." But you don't believe so?" Greg nodded, and she smiled slightly, "Me neither. OK sergeant, I have all the data I need." With the samples collected, Sgt Banning, Hermes, Greg and Sandra head down the east corridor. The corridor was in a bad condition. The lighting had been damaged and was flicking on and off. Some of the electrical panels had been damaged and were sparking.“Helmet Lights On” Sgt Banning ordered. “Keep Formation and be sure to check the ceiling and floors.” Hermes was in front, carefully checking before moving forward. The process was slow, but safe and exactly as described in the squad tactics manual. They reached a section of the corridor which had been torn open like an aluminum can. The lighting in this section was now completely out. Hermes' helmet light swung around as he looked everywhere. When the light shinned forward it landed squarely on the bodies of Rollins and Solomon. At least what was left of them. It was gruesome as hell. Both men were clearly dead.“Keep watching for creatures, don’t just stare at the bodies” Sgt Banning ordered Hermes as the rest of the squad moved forward carefully and slowly. Greg was keeping an eye behind them just in case.“Dr. Evert, do you need to take more sample?” Sgt Banning asked.“Yes” Sandra answer a bit shaken. “I can’t believe they are dead” She added with some shock and sadness.”This is combat! We can mourn them later. Now fucking focused Doctor” Sgt Banning barked at her. Sandra moves to the bodies and examined them for the cause of death and took samples. With Hermes and Rankings in defensive mode, Greg took a look at the bodies as Sandra bent over them in work. They were mangled, like they were killed and then eaten. He shook his head and then found their weapons, they were intact, and the readouts showed them as unfired." Sarge, these two got taken completely by surprise. They didn't even fire one shot." Greg shouldered the two weapons, securing them in place, "They may have been assholes at times, but they were Marines. No way they would just walk into a trap." He looked at the ceiling, which of course showed the entrance from the creatures which had killed the two. He then consulted the map on his combat screen." There is no basement, no upper floor, so the only place these things could have come from will be the excavation site. But what could live out there?" "There is no basement, no upper floor, so the only place these things could have come from will be the excavation site. But what could live out there?"“Noted” Sgt Banning said briskly. She switched on her long-ranged communicator “Duke, we found Wolf Team 2. They are both dead. Appears to be an ambush. These creatures can cut through metal fairly easily. Their blood is a powerful acid. It is hard to explain… but we encountered a dead creature. Doc has samples. Spartan thinks the creatures maybe coming from the excavation site. Orders?” Sgt Banning asked. There was a pause and then Duke’s voice came over the communicator. “You are all the way out there already. Examine the excavation site with caution. Report back when you can.”“Roger” Sgt Banning replied, then she looked at the surrounding team. “Ok, you heard Duke. We are going to explore the excavation site. No wandering off. Stay in formation! Hermes, you take point”“Yes Sir” Hermes answered back The group climbed out the hole made by one of the creatures. Outside the base, shadows of rocks and mountains appears out of the gloom and drifting acetylene clouds. Acetylene looked like fog on earth. The atmosphere here was breathable but had more hydrogen and methane. The acetylene fog was caused by ultraviolet light breaking down the methane. Visibility was poor, so the team moved slowly. As Hermes moved lower in the excavation site, a large object loomed ahead. As they got closer, Hermes communicator lite up “It’s a spaceship. A Derelict!” The object became clearer, and it was large, asymmetrical, torpedo shaped craft, with a thickened central section. There were numerous tunnels going off in many different directions. There were three large openings near ground level that led into the ship's interior. The team headed for the nearest one of these openings.“This thing looks a million years old!” Sandra observed. The team entered the old ship slowly and carefully. The interior of the Derelict resembled a living organism more than a space going vessel, with skeletal walls, circular gangways and steep passages.“This place is giving me the creeps!” Hermes said as he led them deeper into the old ship. Greg paused at a strut and examined the gooey surface, the structure itself looked like bone, the coating of slime looked like... Protective film." Doc can you spare a drop or two of that blood sample?" She frowned, but produced the sample, he removed the sealed cap and carefully dripped a drop onto the film. The acid fizzled out and ran harmlessly down the strut. Greg sealed the container and handed it back." Sarge, that creature had a coating just like this, the whole ship's interior is covered with the same slime, and it appears to counteract the acidity of the creature's blood." He took a deep breath, "I think they have turned this ship into a nest. We might be getting in deep." As the team moved deeper into the old spaceship, Greg’s thoughts were confirmed. The place was some kind of home or breeding area. They entered a main cargo hold area and the place had thousands of egg shaped objects in it.“This is wild!” Sandra said looking over a field of egg like objects. Some had florescent blue glowing cracks in them. “It is like a giant egg-infested nest chamber!” Dr. Evert gasped staring at all the eggs.“This place is creeping me out!” Hermes complained.“Hermes, STOP SAYING THAT! Focus on the mission!” Sgt Banning barked as everyone’s head were looking for threats, above, below, front, sides and back.“What if there is a Queen running around here? Like in a Bee Hive!” Hermes asked.“HERMES!!” Sgt Banning yelled.“Sarge, Hermes has a point. If I could take a closer look at one of these eggs to determine if they were laid recently.” Sandra said.“Whatever you do… do not open one of those things!!” Sgt Banning ordered as Dr Evert moved closer to an egg, Greg was next to her. As they moved closer to the nearest egg, movement signals started to ping softly on Greg's arm console. He checked the scanner's image and saw six dots right in front of them, he paused as one of the eggs started to open like the bloom of a flower. He grabbed hold of Sandra and pulled her backwards and away from that egg, just as some sort of creature jumped from it. Greg smacked it aside with the barrel of the rifle and fired a three round burst, drilling the creature. It dropped and started to curl into a ball, the tail whipping around as a puddle of blood formed around it, eating away at the ground." Fucking hell. Sarge I suggest a retreat is in order." Two more of the eggs started to open and Greg readied his weapon. The fact they were inside a very old derelict spaceship, gloom and drifting acetylene clouds made it hard to see, six dots on Sgt Banning scanner were moving towards them, eggs were opening all around them, and finally, Hermes kept saying he was creeped out, made up Sgt Banning mind.“RETREAT… NOW!!” She yelled as she unloaded hailstorm of laser blasts from the laser cannon. The squad joined her and opened up too. Their heads swiveled in all directions, firing at everything. Eggs exploded everywhere. The small spider like creatures suddenly lunged from the shadows at them, only to be knocked back by another squad member. Sgt Banning saw one of the big creatures coming at them. She blasted at it with her laser cannon. Everyone heard the hideous, soul-shattering screeches of the creature as some of her blasts hit their targets. Despite their efforts everyone realized that they would be overwhelmed in seconds. They lost their defensive front as the team retreated faster. Amidst this chaos, Dr. Evert fell. As she got back up, a little alien attacked her. She slapped it aside in the nick of time, but that caused her to fall into a hole in the floor. She landed on the deck below the nest. Furthermore, she was really separated from the others. Furthermore, she ran from the screaming and laser fire above. Furthermore, she found a side passageway and this lead to a small room where she hides. Furthermore, she activated her comm link. “Fuck… Greg got lost” she said in her comm link. “I have no idea where I am and have no idea how to find my way back!” Sgt Banning continue to blast at everything as she backed out of the nest chamber. Hermes was with her, but in the chaos, she did not see Greg anymore.“Give me cover” She ordered Hermes. The creatures had to come through the hatch they backed out of, so Hermes could do it. “I’m going to blow this place up!” She told him as she removed her bag of clearing charges.“Sgt… what about Greg and Dr Evert?” Hermes asked. Sgt Banning activated her comm link “Greg and Sandra… get the fuck out of that room! I’m going to blow it to shit!” Sgt Banning warned them. It was times like these that Greg was happy for their intense training. Training which Dr Evert didn't have. He saw her slap one of the spider like creatures aside and fall out of sight. He killed the alien and kept firing, checking if Sandra made it up, she didn't. By now he was almost alone, the retreat having gone further than the hole Sandra fell into. He ran for the hole, going into a baseball slide which took him into the hole, and he hit the lower deck on his feet. He changed his scanner settings and found her radio signal ahead. Just then her voice sounded in his earpiece, "Don't worry doc I got you, wait for me where you are." He set off at a run, just as his flashlight made out Sandra's form, Banning's voice came over the radio. "Blow it sarge, we are one level below you, working to get back to you." He took hold of Sandra's arm and strapped his flashlight to it, he drew his pistol and handed it to her, "You're point. Run and if you see anything that will take us up, head for it, I will be right behind you." Sandra nodded and took off, Greg followed as fast as he could while checking behind them. He knew they were clear of the chamber, but there was no telling how much of the infrastructure the blast would destroy. Sgt Banning had always enjoyed sports and the space marines played a lot of them to stay fit. It was because of her exposure to sports, particularly the female “Hammer Throw” contest that she knew how to throw the bag of clearing charges. Most people thought throwing far required strength. Sgt Banning was strong, but throwing far was much more about speed to gain maximum distance. Sgt Banning unlooked a shoulder strap and grabbed the end. The strap was not that long, but it would do. She started to swing the bag, building up her speed of rotation via heel-toe movement of her feet. The bag moved in a circular path, and at the high point of the path she released the bag through the hatch Hermes was defending. The bag of charges sailed into the huge room filled with eggs. Sgt Banning lost sight of it in the darkness and gloom, but she took a guess where it was and pressed the detonation button. She was hoping to cause an “Air Burst” explosion, the most destructive kind. If she waited too long, the blast might tear through the floor, too early the ceiling. When she pressed the button, a massive explosion ripped through the large room. The blast was so powerful, the shock wave knocked Hermes on his ass. There was too much smoke and debris to see what happened in the room, but Sgt Banning heard metal twisting and falling. She was pretty sure, the noise was from the overhead “ribs” in the room as they came crashing down. But she did not care to stay around and find out. She grabbed Hermes shoulder and pulled him to his feet.“Let's get out of this shithole” She yelled. Hermes took rear guard, and she took point as they made their way through the passageway and out the same entrance they had entered in. Dr. Evert Sandra grabbed the gun and started running. She knew she was doing it wrong. She was just running frantically. Furthermore, she did not aim the gun down the passageway. Furthermore, she was really doing nothing with the gun at all. It was like she was holding a baton from a relay race. The passageway up ahead bent 90 degrees to the left. As she approached the corner, she slowed down and aimed the gun as she had seen the Space Marines do earlier. She peeked around the corner and gasped “SHIT!” As against one wall was the splattered head of one of the research facility personnel. One of the creatures had speared the unfortunate person through the skull. The action had caused the head to remain pinned to the wall. The person’s body had been torn apart all over the passageway. She heard Greg running footsteps coming up behind her. That was when the explosion went off. The blast wave caught up to them quickly as Greg was pushed into Sandra from behind. Both of them ended on the floor among the torn-up body parts. The head on the wall was knocked off and landed on Sandra. “POWWOW” she gasped and pushed the head at Greg. He knocked it aside, but also grabbed Sandra hand that was holding the gun. Sandra realized she had accidentally pointed the gun at Greg.“Be careful where you point that” He said as both of them got back on their feet. Greg reached out and with the back of his glove, wiped most of the gunk from Sandra's face. "We can clean you up later. Let's go. There's bound to be more of those things, and they will not be happy." They took off again, Greg following the lines against the wall, and just as he had hoped, they found a stairwell leading to the upper floor. He slowly climbed the stairs, keeping an eye and light scanning the area just in case the scanner missed something. It didn't. A beep made Greg look, then the beeps came in fast succession, time for finesse was over. He grabbed Sandra's hand and dragged her up the stairs. It mouthed out into a short hallway, which connected with the hallway they had used to get in." Sarge, we are on your level, just ahead of you. Setting charges, we have multiple hostiles inbound." He secured the explosives he carried and got Sandra running, he tapped the sequence on his arm pad and the explosion behind them seemed muffled, but it destroyed the stairs. Only problem was that it didn't seal off the hole. Greg looked back as they exited and saw a creature starting to force itself through. He swung his rifle into position and amidst the sparking and smoke, he fired. The rounds hit, but didn't kill. Greg turned and ran, almost colliding with Hermes who had taken point. Greg noticed a creature behind Banning, brought up his rifle and emptied the clip into it, sending green blood and body parts flying before it crashed to the ground. He ejected the clip and replenished it as the creature rose again. He fired again, this time at the elongated head, the rounds hit and did their job. The creature dropped dead." Oorah motherfucker." Greg turned and followed the other three. “Nice shooting dude!” Hermes’ congratulated Greg with a fist bump. He continued “Orders from Sarge… is for us to get out of this shithole!!” He added with a bit of dry humor.“NO SHIT!!” Sgt Banning add over the comm slink as she moved ahead of them. “Expedite!!”“I’ll take rear guard!” Hermes told Greg and Sandra. The group headed out of the old spaceship the same way they had entered it. Once outside they were again surrounded by dim light, shadows, gloom, and strange drifting acetylene fog clouds. Visibility was poor, so the team needed to slow down.“EXPEDITE” Sgt Banning yelled over the comm link. She was in front of them somewhere. Hermes had just seen her, but a bank of fog had drifted between them, and now she was no longer visible. Around Greg, Sandra, and Hermes was only white, gloomy fog. Snake’s voice came over the comm link. “This is base. Report!”“I DON’T HAVE TIME!” Sgt Banning yelled back.“REPORT!! That is an order from Duke!” Snake yelled back.“We found an old spaceship… full of eggs. Blew up the eggs… now we have a shitload of the creatures on our ass… YOU FUCKING REEF!!” Sgt Banning reported back (REEF = Rear-echelon motherfucker).“You will NOT talk to me like that!!” Snake said back. Sgt Banning switch off the base camp link. That was when Sgt Banning’s and Greg’s motion detectors went off.“BOGEYS! ON YOUR 6!” Sgt Banning yelled. “A SHIT LOAD!!” The sound of her 105 pulsed laser cannon opened up. It was not in single shot mode… but in rapid fire mode.“I CAN'T SEE SHIT!!” Hermes yelled as he fired blindly behind the group. “RUN!!”“THERE ARE TOO MANY… I’M DOING A THROW AND BLOW!!” Sgt Banning yelled. A “throw and blow” was a combination of thrown mine, detonated via laser fire. Sgt Banning threw her last mine and fired her laser cannon at it. The resulting explosion rocked Hermes, Greg, and Sandra. It also cleared the fog away enough for them to see 5 creatures headed right at them!! "Shit! Run doc, get to the Sarge!" Greg threw a grenade with a practiced back flick, they ran, making sure to stay out of Banning's laser fire. The explosion send dirt and shrapnel following them as well as a few screeches. Then the laser cannon cycled empty. Greg knew that this panicked withdrawal was not good, it was not what they had trained, but they had not been trained to face creatures like these either." Run sarge! Get to the airlock!" He knew that she hated to be told what to do, but in this case, it was the best thing to do. She could reload on the run. Greg had one more trick in his bag. He withdrew a Kinetic Mine, armed it and dropped it. He noticed that the creatures was actually gaining on them, and he urged the others for greater speed. With a loudKRUMPthe mine detonated behind them, sending more shrapnel chasing them. Greg looked behind him, noticing one creature still limping after them, but behind it, even more followed. Greg’s kinetic mine had bought them valuable time. Sgt Banning was the first to reach the main research complex breech and climb back in. She had restarted the recharge cycle on her laser cannon, but the weapon still needed 30 secs to finish. She looked at the counter in total frustration as there was nothing she could do with the weapon but wait. Furthermore, she slipped the cannon back over her shoulder and grabbed her remaining weapon, a combat knife. Sandra was the next one through the breached and stopped Sgt Banning. “That will not stop them... their blood is acid” she told the space marine. Sgt Banning knew she was right... but Greg and Hermes would not make it. The monsters were closing too fast. She ran back outside with her combat knife ready. Moving sideways to the opening.“Over here Mother-Fuckers, come and get me!” She screamed trying to pull the monsters away from Greg and Hermes. It did not work. Hermes knew he was going to die. The monsters were closing on him too fast. He had been the rear guard, and it was his job to protect the unit from rear attacks.“Run Greg.... RUN NNN!” He yelled to Greg in front of him. Then he suddenly stopped running and unloaded six rounds into the wounded creature. His aim was true as the creature fell over dead. But the last creatures pounced on him and tore him apart. There was blood everywhere. It's drenched the two creatures. They were now sticky and red. The ground was even red, and for the gloomy gray and white lands cape it was a stark sight. Sgt Banning stared at the sight for one second. She could not believe Hermès was gone. A beep from her laser cannon broke her from her moment of shock. She whipped the cannon to her shoulder and blew the head off one of the creatures as Greg took down the other. Sgt Banning ran back into the breech along with Greg.“FUCK!” She said to Greg. But he knew in that one word she could not believe she had just lost one of her best men "Sarge, this is SNAFU, we need to link up with the others, we will not be able to. . . "Greg got cut off as light blue plasma bolts started raining down on the creatures from above his position in the breach. Glancing up, he could only see distorted outlines of what seemed to be a large creature, but it was very hard to make out, then from other directions more plasma started raining down on the creatures, they of course tucked tail and ran, heading for their ship. Greg just stared in bewilderment and then tried to see what had rescued them, but he could make out nothing. He turned to the inside, "I have no idea who or what that was, but they saved our bacon." >gentle nudge They walked past Rock, Cowboy, Sting, and Kid in defensive positions as Snake and Duke met up with them.“We lost Hermes… at the derelict spaceship.” Banning reported.“Damn it!!” Duke exclaimed. “Solomon, Rollins and now Hermes. What the fuck is happening?”“Sergeant Banning… is what is happening” Snake stated “We know she is crazy… and reckless!”“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE” Banning yelled getting ready to punch Snake.”KNOCK IT OFF YOU TWO!!” Duke ordered. Both Snake and Banning stopped.“Greg, report. Tell me what the fuck happened” Duke ordered. Greg kept his attention on the scanner on his forearm as he told Duke exactly what happened and of their flight from the nest, as well as their last-ditch attempt to stop or even delay their pursuers. He also mentioned the strange creatures he saw, who provided covering fire with advanced weapons. He only looked up at Duke when he drew to the conclusion: "Sir, I believe we are smack in the middle of a fire fight between forces unknown. Dr Evert and I believe that one of these combatants are the same creatures as strange fossils found under the ice in Antarctica." Sandra raised her hand slightly: "This is not well-known, but creatures like those we have encountered have been found all over the world. Some frozen and some damaged so severely that it was clear that they died in combat." “Middle of a fire fight” Duke repeated back, thinking about facts and how they lined up with Greg’s theory. “And these aliens have been to earth!... That is disturbing”“Makes you wonder and worry” Dr Evert added. The thought why they visited… and what would happen if they revisited again!“Duke, I have a suggestion. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think we need to try and make contact with the second group of aliens. They have had a few chances to engage us, and have not. They seem to be focused on the derelict ship and the bigger aliens. Their tactics and weapons are probably superior to ours.” Sgt Banning suggested.“What?” Snake gasped. “That is crazy. We need to run. Get off this fucked up, shithole, ASAP.”“This is a unique situation, a chance to form an alliance. Might help earth, big time, in the future.” Banning countered.“Or we all die, and earth knows nothing. We are not diplomats. We are Space Marines” Snake replied. They both waited for Duke decision. Greg drew the palmtop from his bag and activated it, "Sir, if I may?" Staff Lewin's nodded and Greg opened up a file and selected an item, everybody could see his actions on the Holographic display. Images started to show of creatures standing well over 7 feet wearing metal masks shaped like snake heads, dread lock type hair, mottled lizard like skin, various bits of armor and carrying strange weapons. Sandra gasped at the images, "Greg! Where did you find those?"" I was curious about what USP didn't want us to know, so I hacked their server." Greg replied and opened a video clip which showed part of an autopsy done on one of the creatures. He looked around the small group, "I believe that these are the guys who are doing to shooting."" That is so classified, that they will kill you for even knowing it." Greg nodded at Sandra's words, "True, but they also sent us in here while knowing what we would encounter."" What do you mean?" Staff Lewin's sounded ready to explode." While I was busy in the security booth, I ran a check for outgoing messages." Greg left the folder he was in and opened another folder, he replayed messages where the senders clearly showed the creatures that they have encountered, and every message ends with them being over run or killed." You knew this and didn't say anything?"" No Sarge, I took a look at the messages and only after we encountered the creatures did I understand what happened here." Greg opened another file and more images and reports come up about the creatures along with video clips. "I want to agree with Snake that we should get out of here Sarge, but with that ship being infected as it is, I think these creatures will over run the other extra terrestrials, the only problem is that we can't be assured of them, since they are hunters and they usually kill the strongest prey they can find."" Prey?" Staff Lewin's ignores the question, "It is clear that we have been sent in here to gain information for USP, they did not care if we come back or not. But we are Marines, we will return even with the odds against us. Greg, show us everything you have on these creatures and the aliens. Then we can form a battle plan. We are going to wipe out those slimy motherfuckers and safe the planet." A Plan The senior officers reviewed the data. Then the group was quiet. Their weapons only had limited effectiveness on the creatures. Most normal battles tactics involved forces of equal abilities. Battling these creatures was not even. Finally, Banning cleared her throat and suggested a plan.“I have an idea. It is risky. But here are my thoughts. We use a modified feigned retreat.”“A what?” Dr Sandra Evert asked.“A feigned retreat is a military tactic whereby a military force pretends to withdraw or to have been routed, in order to lure an enemy into a position of vulnerability.” Banning explained.“But these creatures are not too vulnerable to our weapons” Duke pointed out.”Agree… but the retreat will draw them here.” She said and pointed to the base’s power plant. “We’ll set it to blow. Should take down half the facility. That should kill everything in the blast radius.” Banning pointed out.“What about us?” Duke asked.“We’ll move the transport to be on top of the power plant control room.” Banning said. She pulled out a plant control room drawing and pointed to the hatch in the control room ceiling.“A few problems… need to draw as many creatures to us as possible. Not sure how to do that. Also, someone will need to get to the transport and move it here. That is a dangerous job.” Banning pointed out.“A feigned retreat is one of the more difficult tactics for a military force to undertake, and requires well-disciplined soldiers. If the enemy presses into the retreating soldiers, undisciplined troops will lose coherence and the rout will become genuine.” Banning warned everyone."OK... other plans? Or modifications to this plan?" Duke asked everyone else. Greg spoke up, "Though I agree with the plan, I think we will have to find a way to destroy that infested ship. If we leave that intact, it just means that we will blow up a USP building, kill a bunch of alien assholes, but still leave an enemy at our backs." He motioned towards the hologram, where one of the endomorph aliens were rotating slowly, "I think that they use hosts to breed. All those personnel we found which seemed to have exploded from the outside? That is seemingly one of the stages of how these guys procreate. If we want to draw their attention, we will have to provide hosts, loads of them."" What is your idea?"" Sarge, we stick to the plan, but since I am the one with the technical know-how, I will have to hack this main frame, set up the hold-emiters which will have to show these guys that there's a large party of their hosts just hanging around, ready to get used. The squad falls back, with the holograms as the creatures approaches and that should draw out enough of them."" You want to get into that ship."" Yes sarge, it is old enough to be a monument, but I saw lights burning, that means that for some strange reason, it still carries power and that power can be shorted and compromise the fuel supply."" Blowing up the ship. I like this idea. More suggestions?" Assignments The group blended the two ideas/plans together. They would use the holograms to draw the aliens to the facility power plant… then blow it up. While a small group with Greg as leader goes to the ancient ship and blows it up. The transport would be used to rescue the power plant team and then Greg’s team before either explosion. Duke looked at the remaining men and women of his unit.“Ok now for the hard part. Assignments.” Duke said. “Greg work with Dr Evert to adjust the hologram generators. Banning, you are solo back to the transport. Once Greg and Dr Evert have the holograms ready, we’ll move to the facility power plant and meet up with you. I’ll lead the main force in drawing the creatures to the plant. Greg and Dr Evert will go to the ancient ship and blow it up.”“Sir, are you sure you want me to get the transport… I’m the only one with 105 pulsed laser cannon” Banning pointed out.“Can’t be helped.” Duke stated. “Any other comments?” He asked. Greg looked around, there appeared to be no other questions or suggestions, he readied his rifle and made sure he had ammunition, then looked over at Dr Evert." You ready doc?" She looked unsure as hell, but nodded anyway. Greg waited for Sarge to assign the other members which would go with him and the doctor. "Sting and Rock, go with Greg's team headed to the ancient ship." Duke ordered. Sting and Rock moved to stand next to Greg and the Doc. Sting had long hair in a tight ponytail that went down his back. He was a skill marksman, picking off targets from a distance was his MO. But his attitude sucked. He was always gloomy. He never thought anything would work or go right. Rock had brown, dreadlocks hangs over his beard face. The guy was big, but quick despite his bulky frame. He was a solid marine, but could not think on his own. Greg would need to direct his actions. Greg took a deep breath"OK guys, Rock you take point, Doc you follow him, Sting you stack up behind the doc to give us support from the middle, I will take the rear. Keep a sharp lookout, if something looks wrong or if you see something move even though it looks like there is nothing, speak up. I get a feeling that we have ended up in a cross fire and neither of them are friendlies." Greg waited for them all to nod and then turned his attention to Sarge"Ready when you are sir." Duke Everyone nodded that they were ready. Duke looked everyone in the eyes, then he addressed his unit.“OK, marines. This is it. This is where you will make me proud, where you will make the marines proud, where you will make our planet proud. Here we will stand and fight; Here is where we will wipe out those slimy motherfuckers and safe the planet. We will pull off the impossible, against the odd, we will win this.” Duke said. “Let’s do this!” He yelled. Then the teams headed off in their separate directions. The four headed out, Greg directing them through the various corridors, to the backup mainframe." Hey Reaper, shouldn't we be at the mainframe?" Greg shook his head and started removing access panels." It's damaged, when I logged into the system earlier, I noticed that the response time was slow. That is why it took so long to download these files for the doctor."" Could have told us." Greg connected his arm computer and grinned"Need to know, and now you needed to know." The two marines scoffed and took up protective positions as Greg went to work. Sgt Banning Laura checked her combat armor to verify it was in working order. She checked to make sure she had her combat knife, two laser pulse hand guns, and the 105 pulsed laser cannon. She had used up her mines and did not want to take anything from the main force. They would need their mines. She was ready to move out. When Duke gave the order, she departed on her own to get the transport. She headed back to the main entrance complex where they had first arrived. This was where they had found the maintenance bots cleaning the floor. Now the bots were turned off and the place was quiet, eerily quiet. Laura preceded carefully even though the room was empty. She moved to the shuttle and peeked inside. It was clear. The shuttle was part of the subway system, which made traveling through the vast facility easy. The seats in the shuttle ran along the sides of the shuttle. Like what was common on some subway systems. She looked at the blown outback window, where she had seen something in the darkness and shot at it. If only she hit the creature, her actions might have saved some of her teammates. She moved quietly to the front of the shuttle. She stared into the darkness in front of the shuttle. The shuttle would travel into that darkness and back to their transport ship. She looked down for a moment to activate the power to the shuttle when she saw something move in the darkness. She went completely rigid, looking out into the darkness. There was the faintest suggestion of a dark shape ahead of the shuttle. She stared at the figure. It did not move. With a surge of adrenaline, she pushed the activate button, hoping the shuttle would crush whatever was on the tracks. The shuttle lurched forward. DadtihHaving killed many of the prey, Darth had followed the remaining Romans and when the one warrior moved away, he followed her. Cloaked and silent, he could bring death to her in a moment's notice, but that would not have been the honorable way, it was not how you acted towards your prey, unless you were weak and a Bad Blood. He watched as she entered the vehicle which had brought them to this place, he studied her as best he could and then suddenly the vehicle lurched forward, threatening to crash into him. With a leap, he avoided being crushed and landed on the top of the vehicle. GregGreg finished calibrating the system, having linked it to his arm computer."OK guys, now we have to move at least three of the emitters, there are two external emitters still active, but they will not be able to create clear enough holograms to confuse the senses of those creatures." He unhooked and stored the cables, bringing his weapon into position, motioning for Rock to take point. Rock Rock headed down the west corridor towards the power plant. The corridors in this part of the complex were in good condition. Rock could move quickly as the lighting was good. Then suddenly the lighting went out.“Fuck” Rock said over his communicator.”Helmet Lights On” Greg ordered. Rock’s light came on. He saw nothing and moved forward again, only now he was moving slower. He was checking the ceiling and floors. As he approached an intersection his motion detector went off.“I have one unknown contact approaching” He said back to Greg as he got his weapon ready. Sgt Laura BranningLaura watched as the faint dark shape leapt into the air, and then she heard the bang of it landing on the roof of the shuttle. She realized the creature had some kind of cloaking technology. Making it almost invisible to her eyes. She quickly turned off the shuttle’s internal lights and switched her HUD to Infrared.“It’s going to track my heat signature” Laura reasoned. She quickly pulled to fire suppression system for the shuttle. R12-P gas filled the cabin as she took cover behind a metal bulkhead. The gas would chill her armor and everything else in the shuttle to the same temperature. Now she was as invisible as the creature. Daytime crouched down as the vehicle kept on moving, he watched the Woman warrior move to an electrical switch and how vapor started to cool the interior. Fascinating. This was a prey who thought on her feet. He switched his vision modes and picked up movement. A sound caught his attention and when he looked up, a member of the Prey jumped at him. He brought up his spear barely in time, skewering the attacker. The acidic blood melting the tip of his spear and dripping on to the roof of the vehicle, burning small holes into it. GregHe glanced around and then at the map on the display on his arm." Rock, through that door on the left, we will take up a defensive position in there." Rock moved like the Marine he was, kicking the door open without question, leading the way into a small office. They took up a defensive position as the beeping on the motion detectors increased." Doc, check the ceiling. Any movement, let us know." Greg’s Team The creature was moving fast! The location beeper, was beeping so fast, it was basically a steady tone. The monster was on top of them. But Rock saw nothing.“This isn’t going to work, we are going to die” Sting said in his gloomy voice. He was always negative, never thought anything would work right. The others were used to his comments, but not Dr. Sandra Evert.“Shut the fuck up!” Doc yelled to Sting. Doc still had the hand gun from the derelict spaceship. She had it pointed at the ceiling. That was the moment the creature decided to open the ceiling up, like it was made of tin. Suddenly the monster head and dripping jaws came into the room from above.“CEILING” Sandra screamed so high-pitched it hurt everyone’s ears. She closed her eyes and just squeezed the trigger on her gun over and over. Sgt Laura BranningTough as nails Sgt Laura Banning remained as still as she could. In the dark, and still, was her best defense. Then she felt the shuttle rock violently as something big hit it. There was moment on the roof as two creatures fought. She knew where they were and could blast them with her 105 cannon. But for some reason, some gut feeling she did not. Then the struggle on the roof was over, and she heard acid melting small holes in the roof. She remained still. She waited. Daytime was exposed on the vehicle and without his spear. That meant that he had to cloak and engage the enemy with the Plasma caster, what an irritation. He selected the correct visual spectrum in which he could see the Prey and use the Caster, he declared and readied for the rest of the Prey, who were sure to be waiting for the travelling vehicle. GregIt was a surprise attack, like the creatures have been waiting for them to show up. Sarah's first shot went wild, but as the creature lunged forward, the rest of her shots hit it, even if she was firing blindly. Creatures appeared in the doorway and more appeared through holes in the ceiling, but the room was too small for them to be able to overwhelm the group. Greg engaged the creatures coming through the ceiling, Rock and Sting engaged the ones trying to force through the door." Watch out for their blood, it is highly acidic."" No shit Reaper?" Greg reloaded and continued to fire at the appearing creatures. Sgt Laura Banning“I hope this asshole, knows the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend” Laura said to herself as she reached down, picked up her laser cannon and activated it. In the low light, she saw lots of monsters coming to attack the shuttle." I got your six, Asshole… I hope you cover mine." Laura yelled as she moved to the back of the shuttle and covered the alien creatures blindside. She squeezed off round after round of laser cannon fire at the approaching monsters. Meanwhile, the alien on top of the shuttle was handling the monster’s attacking the front of the shuttle. The battle quickly turned into total bedlam! “Bedlam” is an old word derived from a hospital in London that served as a lunatic asylum circa 1400. The scene around the shuttle was pure bedlam. There were suddenly monsters everywhere, trying to tear the shuttle to pieces. Laura and the "good" alien on top were trying to defend, but the shuttle was taking a beating. Laura was one handing her laser cannon, and had her hand gun in her other hand. As she fired everything she had, while SCREAMING “FUCKKKKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!” at the monsters. Bedlam time 2The same chaotic fight was happening with Greg’s team, only worse! There were 4 defenders firing their weapons in all different directions. Sandra gun was empty in no time, but Greg threw her a new one.“KEEP FIRING” He ordered/yelled. Rock and Sting had crouched down and tried to protect the main doorway, but they had to dodge acid dripping from the ceiling.“Keep your head down” Sting warned as he took out an approaching monster that was on top of Rock. He cracked the monster head with his shots, killing it. Rock jump out of the way, but some acid hit his armor. Smoke came out. Then something terrible happened, another monster ripped open a bigger hole in the ceiling, exposing everyone from above.“I’m on it” Greg yelled and jump up and grabbed the monster’s head as it came into the room. The monster pulled his head out of the hole and got ready to eat Greg. Before the thing could eat him, Greg slipped on to its back. It was totally insane. He was riding a monster!! It was pure madness. He should have died… but he did it as casually as if he was walking down the street. He aimed his gun at the back of its head and squeezed the trigger. The creature died, plugging the hole in the room’s ceiling. Greg, however, was now trapped outside the room with another monster was approaching him. He did a nice spin and got behind the dead monster plugging the hole as he fired once into the chest of the approaching monster. That slowed it down… but did not stop it. The monster grabbed the dead monster and threw it out of the way. The hole to get back in the room was open again!! But Greg needed to get past a very angry monster first! Darth He fired his plasma caster at will, killing as much of the Prey as he could, then when they came too close, he drew his dagger and activated his gauntlet blades, slicing and stabbing the Prey that came close. Their acidic blood burning through the roof of the transport and with a screech it suddenly gave way underneath him, dumping him into the interior. With a roar he rose to his feet and started firing his plasma caster at the Prey again, soon enough they retreated from the combined onslaught. He turned to face the Woman female, the tried laser coming to rest on her forehead." Ooman." GregUnfortunately for the creature, it was almost point-blank range with Greg, who drew his pistol and emptied the clip into the monster's head. He jumped back as the creature fell forward and plugged the hole again. Greg holstered his pistol and brought his rifle up, he was running low on ammunition, and he was certain that the others were as well. The crawl space wasn't much to work with, but it was enough for him to move about, and he made his way to the front of the room. From his position he could see the last of the attackers heading for a hole that led to the door Rock and Sting were holding. He started firing, the high velocity slugs driving into the creatures, dropping most of them where they were, and the others dropped from sight. The motion detector stopped beeping. Greg breathed a sigh of relief and crawled to the hole, sliding through it into the corridor below, stepping away from the pool of blood, which smoked as it burned through the concrete." Greg?"" Reaper?!"" Out here. Watch out for the blood." Greg knelt on one knee and reloaded his pistol as the other three of the group made their careful way out of the room." You're crazy man." Greg looked up at Rock and gave him a wan smile." The things we do for the Core. We have to get to those emitters before these creatures over run the facility." He frowned, "If that ship was not one of their own, how many people could it have housed?" Sgt Laura BranningThe Asshole on the roof, came crashing down into the shuttle passenger area. Chunks of roof came with him. The acid from the monsters they had killed was the cause. It took a bit more from both her and the Asshole, but the monsters finally retreated. Laura spun around, only to find a tried laser coming to rest on her forehead." Ooman" The Asshole said Laura knew the Asshole was intelligent. But what the hell was it doing? Why was it here? And What the hell did it want? She did not know. She also did not know what “Woman” meant. Furthermore, she thought about killing the thing. But there was no way she could get her weapon on the Asshole before she would be dead. So she did the only thing she could. She held up her hands in surrender.“Asshole” She replied. The Asshole seemed to just stare at her for a few moments. Then he lowered his weapon. That was when the shuttle arrived at the docking station. Greg’s Team Greg team made it outside and headed for the ancient spaceship. The planet’s weird atmosphere had not changed. The gloom and drifting acetylene clouds made it seem extra spooky. Visibility was still poor, but the team moved quickly. Not because they wanted to, but because they had too. To answer Greg’s question on the Ancient ship size, Sandra replied “I did not see the whole thing, but I’d say at least 100.” They placed hold-emitters as they moved to generate false targets as needed. If Greg was right, the monsters were using humans as hosts to breed more monsters. The plan was to use the emitters to show a large group of humans just hanging around. When the monsters approach, the holograms will move away. The hope was to draw them all out. Daytime looked at the human female, clearly she felt no fear. A true warrior, she would make a good trophy, but the Elders wanted proof of their combat abilities and a human trophy would only serve to prove that he was not ready yet. He swiveled the plasma caster away from her and turned to the open door, he pointed outside and looked at the female, there was a distorted sound as the speech translator worked on the next words." Prey. We. . . Kill." He turned away from her, grabbed hold of one of the Prey and jumped onto the platform, dragging the limp body with him. He threw the Prey on the ground a knelt down, drawing his dagger to remove the head as a trophy. GregWith the emitters set up and ready, Greg leads the team into the shadow of the ship, taking cover between the ground and the ship itself. He activated the holographic images and a group of scientists with a security detail sprang to life, due to the fact that they managed to lay down more than Greg had hoped for, the images looked solid." Now, we need them to notice the group. Any ideas?" Before anybody could reply, a blue bolt of plasma energy shot out of nowhere towards the hole in the ship. The resulting impact caused a high-pitched scream from the inside and suddenly a large group of beasts exploded from the inside, charging over the flat surface towards the holograms." Now! Hustle." Greg jumped to his feet and ran for the opening, they were on the clock, and he knew they had almost no chance to pull this off, but he was also quite certain that they could not leave the nest intact. He entered the hole and ran down the corridor, glancing at the arm computer to make certain he was on the right track towards the engine room. Greg’s Team Rock, Sting, Sandra and Greg entered the derelict ship. As before the ship resembled a living organism, with skeletal walls, circular gangways and steep passages. They passed through the main cargo hold area and saw the strange egg shaped objects in it. The earlier explosion had damaged some of them, but many remained standing and whole. Sandra saw in the field of eggs, some had florescent blue glowing cracks in them.“I hate this… walk faster!” Sandra urged as they all stayed away from the eggs. Greg led them deeper into the old ship towards the engine room. Greg reached the main door which partially open. They all squeezed through the opening and entered the large room. The room contained 4 large pieces of equipment. The two towards the middle of the room. These were most likely the warp field generators. There were a series of tubes leaving these two boxes to the other large and smaller units in the room. The two other large pieces of equipment in the room were mostly likely the generators to power the warp field units. These generators would also provide power for the ship's systems. Larger ships typically have three or more of these synchronized generators to ensure smooth operation. But this older ship seemed to have only two units. Some of the smaller pieces of gear in the room was most likely energy reciprocating recovery system, photon turbines for artificial gravity, small auxiliary engines, and other items such as air compressors, feed pumps, and fuel pumps.“Shall we place the explosives on the outer boxes?” Sting asked. Sgt Laura Banning"Prey. We. . . Kill." The creature said to Laura. Then remove the head of one of the monsters as a trophy. Laura had seen soldiers “take” trophies before after a battle. Cutting off ears, noses and other body parts. It was against Marine regulations and in her mind a sick practice. But she was not going to say anything to her new ally.“Yes, we are planning on killing as many of the motherfuckers as possible” Laura said back. She realized too late, colorful metaphor like motherfuckers, would probably not translate well for the creature. She restated her reply.“Yes, we have a plan to kill much prey” Laura stated more simply. Furthermore, she moved over to the switch to open the heavy blast doors. The transport drop-ship was docked on the platform above. As she threw the switch, the blast door opened. She entered the building and groaned. She saw the thick bundle of severed cables hanging in the hallway, spitting out sparks. A monster or monsters were inside the building. She brought her weapon up and was ready. She moved carefully towards the stairs that lead to the docking platform. Daily the time Laura had made her way to the blast doors, he had already stripped the flesh and skin from the head, leaving the skull exposed. He secured his trophy to his back and activated his cloak. He felt no obligation to the Woman, but she had impressed him with her steadfast behavior and guts. She may not be much of a hunter, but he could appreciate strength when he saw it. He moved in through the doors, invisible and silent, stalking the prey inside. GregHe inspected the layout and then shook his head"These casings seems to be made of a different material than anything I have ever seen. I doubt that the blasts will be enough to rupture it and cause a chain reaction." He looked around and pried what looked like a deformed pitchfork from a mass of black matter. He shoved it into a slot on one of the outer casings and pushed as hard as he could, the outer shell gave a bit of a creak, and then it swung open with a click. Greg tossed the implement to Rock, who started to pry open more covers as Greg started to set the charges on the exposed energy converters and lines. As he set up the last of the explosives, he noticed a port on one of the consoles." Nothing ventured, nothing gained." He took out the field laptop and plugged it into the port, to his surprise the laptop and consoled linked up and data started running over the screen. He sat down and started typing, going into the fuel system and actually found the self-destruct sequence. With more serious typing he realized that the ship was actually of Earth origin, he managed to activate the self-destruct at the same time that a loud scream echoed from the inside of the ship." Time to go." He unplugged the laptop and stowed it, grabbing his gun and running for the exit. Sgt Laura BranningLaura continued to move towards the stairs. The creature helping her seemed to stay back. “What is it doing?” She thought. Then she realized the creature was using her as bait. “Not a bad idea” She thought. As she reached the stairs. The bad monster was on her. She heard nothing. How a monster that large had come through the vents without making any noise was beyond her. The ceiling burst open, as the monster grabbed her and pulled her back into the ceiling space. This monster was larger than any Laura had seen so far. It held her as it growled, showing its teeth. Laura was unable to escape. Her back was against the ceiling tiles and the monster was above her. The monster’s jaws and teeth dripping clear saliva on her armor. Laura took one hand off her laser cannon and grabbed her combat knife attached to her thigh. The monster was so close to her face, inches from her. Its hot breath on her skin. Just before it was going to strike, Laura slammed the knife into its jaw! The monster screeched. Laura slip away from it. Then from below, the hunting, helpful creature blade sliced up through the ceiling and into the monster’s chest. That killed the monster. The ceiling tiles gave way, as Laura scramble to avoid the acid coming out of the dead monster and land on her feet. She did both. Greg’s Team You would never see it on a United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad (USTA) recruitment video. Those videos would never show Marines running away from danger. Running towards it, maybe, but never away. That was not the case for Rock, Sting, Sandra and Greg. They were running like the wind away from the engine room of the derelict ship.“A 100,000-year-old self-destruct command is never going to work!” Sting stated sadly. “We are all going to die”“KEEP RUNNING” Sandra yelled. As they ran back through the old hanger bay filled with the glowing eggs.“FUCK!!” Rock yelled as he spotted one of the little monsters. Luckily, they were running so fast they just pasted it. Greg ran as fast as he could, luckily the exit wasn't difficult to find, and they ran out of the ship. The creatures have by now followed the massed holograms and were actually between Greg's team and the Installation." Follow me." Greg took the lead as he had seen an alternative route on the map of the buildings, it was a long route, but if they hurried, they might make the timetable that Sarge had set them." Sarge, this is Reaper. We are cut off from the installation, we are taking an alternative route."" Roger that, we are moving to link up with Banning." Dating of the prey had grabbed hold of the Woman, but she managed to injure it by stabbing into the mouth of the creature from below, pinning that killing tongue in place. He stepped up and stabbed the creature from below, wrenching his spear free as it crashed through the roof and onto the ground. He declared and after a quick scan, placed his spear against the wall, he drew his knife and used it to cut off the end of the tail, drawing a piece of cord from his survival pouch, he drew the remains of the Woman knife from the creature's head and secured the tail tip to the knife's handle. He stowed away his knife, picked up his spear and turned to face the Woman, holding out the hybrid knife to her, "Use" Sgt Laura Banning“Thanks” Laura said to the “good” monster as she put the make shift knife in place of her now melted combat knife. She pushed away the ceiling tiles, and climbed up to the metal stairs to the transport drop-ship. The ship was still there and looked undamaged.“Good” she said to herself. They had not locked the exterior doors to the ship, but she doubted the bad monster knew how to open doors. She pressed the open button and the ship’s side door opened, were the pilots entered the ship.“Ok Good Asshole…” She said to the creature following her. “We kill prey soon. Blowing up the old spaceship and the base power plant.” When she said blowing… she made an explosion with her hands. “Do you need a ride?” she asked as she climbed into the transport ship. Duke’s Team“FUCK” Duke gasped as he looked at the security cameras in the base power plant control room. He saw a lot of monsters started to swarm the power plant. The holograms Greg had produced were doing their job. His men were positioned to defend the plant control room, but he sure hoped the transport ship showed up soon! Dative looked at the ship of the Woman, he understood what she meant, but he had work to do. He shook his head and turned away, readying his spear as he moved away from the blast zone of the ship, moving towards the faint sound of Prey approaching. GregThey pushed through the maintenance door that Greg had marked, running as fast as they could along the route blinking on his arm console. Sandra started to lag, Greg grabbed her arm, pulling her along with them." No stopping, we have company." At his words, a creature burst through the ceiling behind them, it's claws digging into the smooth floor as it tried to regain its feet to chase after them." How did you. . . " Hawk's question got cut off as a blue plasma bolt speared over them to slam into the creature, killing it instantly." Motion sensors." Greg responded as more plasma bolts started to fire out behind them, killing more of the monsters as they swarmed into the corridor. Sgt Laura BranningLaura climbed into the cockpit of the transport ship. She was not normally the pilot or co-pilot of the transport. But she was trained to fly the thing, in case everyone else was injured or dead. She was not crazy about the way the cockpit was designed. It was cluttered with instruments and displays. Giving the cockpit a very claustrophobic feel. She could barely turn around without running into something. She stored her weapon and took off her battle helmet to provide more room. Then she started the engines and communicated with Duke.“Duke., this is Banning, getting ready to head for your position” Laura reported. There was a slight delay and followed by crackling communications from Duke.“Delay departure, Greg’s team will be at your location in 1 minute.” Duke ordered.“Roger” Laura replied. To prepare for Greg' team's arrival, she got out of her cockpit seat to lower the transport’s rear ramp. That was when she remembered, when they arrived… they had never raised the ramp. Something or someone had raised the ramp and that could only be done from inside the ship. The monsters might not know how to open doors… but one could easily push the large closing ramp button inside the combat bay.“FUCK” Laura gasped as she saw something coming at her from the combat bay! Dative was stalking prey, it was sneaky, managed to elude him. What he found strange was that the Woman entered the ship, the door closed behind her, and then as she sat in the front, the door opened again. Death knew that she was alone, there was no other Woman to open that door. Most people who came in contact with the Yalta, thought them to be hunters, focused on one purpose only, and had no real intelligence, even despite their technology. While most of it was true, Hunters only focused on one Prey and held to their code, but they also knew how to think, and the smartest Hunters were old Hunters. Death was still a Young blood, but he was not stupid. He rapidly made his way back to the Woman ship, reaching the open door as a large Prey specimen attacked the Woman. The Woman had no weapon except her hybrid knife. He rushed forward and managed to grab hold of the Prey's tail just as it reached out for the Woman. He pulled backward, halting the forward motion of the Prey. Greg Greg looked over his shoulder, watching the uncloaked creature standing against the swarming creatures. He slid to a stop, "GO! RUN!" Sandra looked frightened at him, he shoved her to run, and she took off after Hawk, he turned and raised his rifle, opening fire, adding his fire to that of the creature. He emptied a clip, drew the last of his HE grenades, activated it and lobbed it into the mass of dead and squirming bodies. The creature saw the grenade, turned its head to look at Greg, Greg motioned with his arm. "Let's go!" For a moment the creature stood still, then it turned and ran towards Greg's position, Greg reloaded and lay down covering fire, as the last of his round rattled out of the rifle, the grenade detonated. Greg ducked behind the door frame as shrapnel and body pieces flew down the hallway. He turned and started down the hallway, the creature was either gone or cloaked as he could not see it. He ran as hard as he could, he could still see Hawk and Sandra up ahead. Laura“Nothing can fuck up my day like having my face ripped off by an alien monster.” Laura thought as the creature approached her. She had removed her helmet, and placed her weapon out of reach. She only had her make shift knife available to her. Her options were limited, but she first tried to avoid the conflict. “Nice monster…now go away” Laura said as the thing approached her with purpose and menace. She thought about running, but the cockpit was too cramped, there was really no place to hide. She did not have the time to “Play dead” and see if the thing went after something else. So as the creature lunged at her, she dodged away from its biting jaws.“Missed me” She yelled as a claw came around to rip her in two. She just managed to twist away from it enough, so that when the claw tore open her armored suit, she was not hurt. But the attack gave her an idea. The creature was on top of her now, pinning her to the bulkhead. But before it could attack, the rear ramp of the transport opened up and the good asshole monster was there. It grabbed the creature’s tail and prevented it from getting closer to Laura. That would not save Laura as the creature was still close enough to bite her. The creature’s jaws opened and were aimed at her head! Just as they closed on Laura’s head, she ducked away, and the creature bit into the transport’s main coolant line. The super cool liquid hydrogen sprayed directly into the monster’s face and jaws. Freezing them. Laura took that opportunity to slip away. She watched as the coolant froze the monster's head. Then she slams her makeshift knife into that bulbous head The monster’s head shattered like an ice sculpture. Dead, the good monster pulled the headless creature out of the transport.“Thank You” Laura said as she closed the valve on the ruptured coolant pipe. Greg’s Team Sandra was running as fast as she could. Greg had saved her a few times. She was scared, no doubt about that. But that was not what had gotten her into danger. It was that she was unsure of herself and what to do. Greg did not hesitate. It was amazing to her. He was certain and sure, and thus had saved himself and her. Hawk was just in front of her as they entered the platform building. There was broken ceiling, wires hanging in the hallway, spitting out sparks. In the broken pile of ceiling tiles was a dead monster. Sandra could tell there had been a hell of a fight here. Hawk slowed down as he saw the dead monster, but Sandra knew that in combat, hesitation can get you killed. She grabbed Hawk’s shoulder pulled him some and screamed “KEEP RUNNING”. She got ahead of Hawk, who was now following her. Furthermore, she hit the metal stairway and quickly climbed to the transport platform. There she saw one of other creatures pulling a dead monster from the transport ship. She also heard Sgt Banning yell “Thank You” She wanted to stop and figure this all out, but knew there was no time. She ran right by the new creature and boarded the ship. Furthermore, she took a position to provide cover fire to help Greg, in case he was still being chased. Hawk soon joined her.“Fucking weird” Hawk admitted”The Alien creatures?” Sandra asked“No” Hawk said still in a bit of shock “Sgt Banning made a friend and said thank you” Greg Greg raced up onto the landing platform, pausing briefly to see Sergeant Banning in the cockpit, the engines warming up already. One of the cloaked creatures was busy checking on the dead creature. OK fuck, they had to have names, but for now, he just knew that the one on two legs with the mask and dreadlocks was one of the good guys for now. He rushed through the door, noticing two other creatures dropping their cloaks and stepping up to the taller one, they were talking as he punched the button to close the cargo door." We're in, ready for dust off, two minutes remaining." DatihHis two brothers joined him as the Romans made ready to leave, they reported that the Prey had found enough hosts in the Woman building and crashed ship to create an army, the Queen was still in the ship, but their sensors picked up that a self-destruct has been activated. Datih nodded, they will have to leave, from what he had seen from these warriors, they will not allow anything to remain, they turned to look as the ship took off, then he motioned for his brothers to follow, they activated their cloaks and made their way back to their ship. Laura Laura’s history as a Transport pilot was similar to her record as a marine in the United Space Marines Tactical Assault Squad. Brilliant but toxic to herself and everyone around her. 5 years ago, she had been on a training flight and took her transport down to 100 feet above the ground and flew it between skyscrapers and other urban structures, according to the FAA's preliminary "Pilot Deviation Report". She did not have a waiver "for low-level high-speed flight overpopulated areas," the incident report had stated. The report went on to declare she had committed "careless or reckless aircraft operation," "unauthorized low-level flying" and failed to comply with a requirement not to exceed 500 knots when flying under 10,000 feet above sea level. When asked why she had done it, her reply was “Train like you’d fight! In fucking combat, that is how I would fly the transport!” She was grounded after investigation. Now Laura was flying the transport exactly like the same way she had flown it 5 years ago. The delay to pick up Greg’s team had put them off the mission timeline. She was determined to make up some of that time by flying at maximum speed. The transport zipped between the weird shadowy rock formations, base structures, and drifting acetylene clouds. Laura piloted the transport directly into one of those clouds. From through the mist, the power plant roof suddenly appeared. Laura pitched up the transport, stopping it forward momentum perfectly as it landed on the roof. Either she had been extremely lucky, or it was some brilliant flying. She opened the rear hatch on the transport, when she saw one of the bad monsters on the roof.“MONSTER AT 8 o’clock” She yelled to the marines in the transport bay of the ship. Greg Sgt Banning's warning brought a swift end to the creature as all weapons swung that way and unleashed hell upon the creature. The warning started to flicker on Greg's arm screen, "30 seconds! Go, go, go!" Even though Laura had brought the transport up to the extraction point at record speed, they were cutting it very close. Greg rushed to the front, slipping into the co-pilot seat next to Laura." You're not a pilot." She told him flatly, he gave her a slight grin." Neither are you Sergeant." He plugged in his laptop and started downloading the data into the mainframe, as he did that, his hands worked the controls." Go!" Duke yelled from the back, Laura pushed the thrusters, and they started to lift off." Fuck, we're not going to make it." She said softly"Don't worry, I got you," Greg muttered, when the bay door light indicated green, he typed a string of commands into the console and suddenly the shuttle overrode all safeties and the thrusters roared as almost three times the maximum allowed fuel got pushed through them. The shuttle screamed upwards, just as a bright white light flashed behind them on the ground and the large ship disintegrated, swallowing up the explosions from the installation. Laura looked over to Greg, as the transport accelerated away from the blast wave. “You are not half bad at providing tech support” She complimented him. They were all going to make it. Laura knew it was over. The twin explosions of the power plant and ancient spaceship had destroyed 30 square miles of the planet's surface. No monster could have survived those blasts. She glanced out the view port and saw Atari Z-776 growing smaller as they sped away.“Everyone, prepare for hyperdrive” Laura announced to everyone in the transport bay. “It still works, right?” She asked Greg, who was sitting next to her. He smiled and nodded. Laura pushed a few buttons and then engaged the Hyperdrive system.“Is this how all your missions go?” Greg asked. This had been his first mission since joining the unit.“Pretty much” Laura replied as if she had been through this kind of shit a hundred times. But she had to admit this mission had been rougher than normal. Dr Evert poked her head around the corner and grabbed Greg and kissed him. Laura was not sure if Greg welcomed the kiss or even knew it was coming. But it was as hot and passionate as a kiss could be. As the two broke apart, Dr Evert said to Greg “Here is your gun back.” She handed him her gun. “See you when we get back to earth?” She asked. Greg nodded yes When the doctor was gone, Laura could not help herself and said “Marine… I think you have one more mission to complete before you are off duty. And I’m counting on you to perform at your best”“What? You're ordering me to perform well in bed?” Greg asked, not believing what he was hearing“Yes” Laura answered. “You action on and off duty are a direct reflection of leadership. No "one and done"… I want you to fuck her all night long, until she is fully satisfied.” Laura ordered. Greg laughed “I understand and will comply” EpilogDuke and the team all received medals. Dr Evert returned with mountains of data on both aliens they had encountered. Of special note, she had been completely satisfied by Greg when they returned to earth. Snake, unknown to anyone on the team, had also brought back one of the unhatched eggs that he had placed in States. He received the highest award for the mission. The egg was secreted away and not given to Dr Evert. Snake was taken off Duke's team and placed on special assignment. Epilogue 2Datih, A'ninth, and Do'all successfully escaped the planet and returned to their planet with trophies of their kills, recordings of their battle, and new information on the humans they had encountered. As newly blooded hunters, they were welcomed into their families and they joined the Great Hunt. Finding new prey and hunting them to add to the first Prey trophies. Epilogue 3The Mesomorphs were completely wiped out This is the end of the story, thank you for reading along

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Kaonil in Conflict (IC)

Occur wakes up, yawning, stretching, and being optimistic about the day. She put on her clothes and walked to get breakfast. Protests could be faintly heard outside, along with noises of gunshots. The noises of gunshots can be heard almost every morning. The interspecies debate has gone on for too long, or that is what Kurt would say. Her mother was still asleep, but by now the entire city would have been woken up. Once she finished, Kurt stepped outside the house and made her way to PFC. Simpson Bees Gun? Check. Crack knuckles? Check. Breakfast? *stomach grumbles* Yeah we're swinging by PFC, I could use some diet food. Walking out the door with a spring in his step and his inanely large rifle on his shoulder, Rio made his way to his sister's favorite restaurant, although why she liked it eluded him it did have its charms. It had as much fried vegetables as you could shake an angry old rattler at so that was good, and it never seemed to run out of those cute rabbit waitresses that abounded these days. Walking in the door, ignoring the sudden silence and up to the equally quiet counter he looked over the menu with the air of a predator barely held at bay, eying the choices. With a voice that skirted on silver and hissed down dunes of fine sand Rio said "I'll have the fried carrot, and ERM." Looking down to the worker at the counter with the eye of one who rarely asks many questions that go unanswered for long before grunting out quietly "Er, what do you recommend? I just need something for breakfast, so something nutritious or my sister'd kill me." Kia Bethesda remained asleep and likely will until the voice in her head that dictates her every move and desire decides to wake her or finds she is needed because the voice in her head dislikes running multiple characters in forum rps. Ajax So this is Paradise.... Ajax thought as he aimlessly walked through the streets. His pace was slow, unlike the pace of others. He heard gun shots in the distance, but no one seemed to reach. Doesn't seem like Paradise. He figured as he continued to wander. He carried with him, one bag. The bag had everything he needed, all the bare necessities. That and his guitar, Ajax was a musician, wandering the world, and singing, to him, it was fun. He smiled as he walked, ignoring the stares that he had gotten used to. He was a Red Panda, and Red Pandas almost never entered cities. His stomach growled as he stopped in front of a restaurant."PFC.... Why not?" He said to himself as he entered the restaurant. He looked around, there was a rather large lizard man, a bunch of rabbits, and other species. Furthermore, he found a nice place to sit, placed his bag beside him, and looked at the menu. As Kurt walked by the lizard, she said "Most of our leafy vegetables are nutritious, if you don't want something very flavorful." She went into the kitchen and began taking the plates. There was only one other waiter, and since PFC was very popular, they had to do their job faster than most other restaurants. So, she did it faster than him. Probably a little too fast. Austria wrote:As Kurt walked by the lizard, she said "Most of our leafy vegetables are nutritious, if you don't want something very flavorful." She went into the kitchen and began taking the plates. There was only one other waiter, and since PFC was very popular, they had to do their job faster than most other restaurants. So, she did it faster than him. Probably a little too fast. Kiopson BetesNodding Rio replied, "Just give me whatever then, I could use some food before I get shot at today, something tasty." Looking at the menu again Rio shrugged with impatience and said "Just give me something, so I can go keep the streets as 'safe' like I get paid to. I don't think any of the grungy looking idiots you find rioting now a-days are good enough to eat, most em a re-skin, bone, and spray paint canisters, what a pity that is right? And don't get me started on how you can die of eating nothing but rabbits, why anyone would want to eat one of you buggers is beyond me, you don't look remotely tasty." Looking over the denizens of the restaurant before settling his gaze on the red figure that had moseyed its way in he licked his teeth with his serpentine tongue before stating plainly. "Now that one, I'd tear into, better get me something before I try to eat one of your customers." Turning with a menacing grimace of a smile he turned to the shocked patrons and let out a hissing laugh before adding "What? Cant take a joke?" Paradise. Paradise. A trip a long time ago. Huh. Hungry. Food. Wayde slid out from behind a dumpster, making sure to clean up the bones of his homeless snack from last night." Fooood." Kurt took a plate of most leafy vegetables and gave it to Simpson, along with a cup of iced water. Afterward, she went towards the red panda, thinking Red pandas aren't that common around here... they're pretty much near-extinction. And she pretty much correct. Red pandas are very rare in the country Paradise is in, which would be equivalent to all of North America." May I take your order?" Kura didn't really trust this red panda. His expression looked like he was lusting over someone. Always. Austria wrote:Kurt took a plate of most leafy vegetables and gave it to Simpson, along with a cup of iced water. Afterward, she went towards the red panda, thinking Red pandas aren't that common around here... they're pretty much near-extinction. And she pretty much correct. Red pandas are very rare in the country Paradise is in, which would be equivalent to all of North America." May I take your order?" Kura didn't really trust this red panda. His expression looked like he was lusting over someone. Always. Sighing Rio ate the vegetables with a grimace, trying to gnash the vegetables between his dagger like teeth before sighing and shoving most of the salad in the cup of water and drinking the leafy affair. Sighing he took some nondescript jerky out of his coat and began chewing on it as he looked out the door and ducked back in quickly as a bullet penned off the sidewalk, several shouts were apparent, and some more gunshots could be heard. Sighing and gripping his rifle in exasperation he burst the door open and stood in the doorway shooting and yelling "Let me and these peaceful people enjoy their breakfast! It's too early to be rioting, now get gone!" The bullets and shouting stopped only to be replaced with running footsteps as the crowd dispersed, fewer as several bodies were sprawled on the road, bloodied with bullet holes and Rio walked back to his seat and sat wearily, reloading his rifle and announcing "I think we all better have a nice time in here for a while, let the crazies disperse a little more. There aren't any pro interspecies in here are there?" Kurt was too scared to admit that she was pro-interspecies. Most people were too afraid to admit their views on it, actually. Most, if not all the people in PFC stayed uncomfortably quiet. This is awkward... Austria wrote:Kurt was too scared to admit that she was pro-interspecies. Most people were too afraid to admit their views on it, actually. Most, if not all the people in PFC stayed uncomfortably quiet. This is awkward... Looking around at the quiet room he added "I'm not going to give you to the mobs, just wondering how many people are in this area. Hell, I know I don't care what species the person you love is, you can't get in the way of something like love, so I don't even try." As he finished reloading his rifle Rio laid it across his lap and said quietly "For my curiosity, so I can protect you and do my job, how many of you are pro interspecies?" Ajax Ajax looked at the rabbit and smiled, "I'll have what ever you recommend... I don't care." He said. When the lizard man asked if anyone was pro species." What do you mean pro interspecies?" He asked confused. Kurt raised her hand, along with half the other animals in PFC. The other half were either anti-interspecies or were too scared to admit their views. She said "This red panda is pro interspecies, too. But seriously, what do you want to order? Have you even looked at the menu?" Ajax"Woah... first off, what is this pro interspecies thing?" Ajax asked putting his hands out, "I don't want to be labeled something I am not. Secondly, I have seen the menu, but I don't know what to choose, so just give me the chefs choice." Kurt was amazed by the red panda's naivety. "Haha, okay, I'm going to go get you some fried carrots. Haha, that was amazing." Kurt's laughs and giggles could be heard when nobody was talking, but as soon as she stopped it she walked outside the kitchen's doors and gave Ajax fried carrots. "That's free, because you made me laugh at you." Ajax Ajax was truly confused, the rabbit laughing at him only because he didn't know what they were talking about. But he smiled when she came back with fried carrots, and chuckled at her comment." Hey, if others laughing at me gets me free food.... I'm not complaining." He said as he started to eat the carrots, "Names Ajax by the way. Wandering is the job. But seriously, what is this interspecies thing?" Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Ajax Ajax was truly confused, the rabbit laughing at him only because he didn't know what they were talking about. But he smiled when she came back with fried carrots, and chuckled at her comment." Hey, if others laughing at me gets me free food.... I'm not complaining." He said as he started to eat the carrots, "Names Ajax by the way. Wandering is the Jo"so b. But seriously, what is this interspecies thing?" Standing and walking over to the panda and sitting across from him, Rio leaned forward and asked "Are you seriously telling me you haven't heard? The city's been in pandemonium- no pun intended, for around a month, murder rates have skyrocketed and all because of a little protest group that gained followers, stuff turned violent real quick and has stayed that way." Letting his words sink in Rio leaned back before asking "So, which one are you? A crazy murderer out to kill some young couple just because they're in love or are you ok with it and willing to stand up for them? Cause there isn't a middle ground, these people here I'm sure would be willing to do some damage to someone who tried to mess up the peace they have here, which isn't very widespread." Ajax Ajax watched the lizard man and listened. He shrugged his shoulders." I am telling the truth... Haven't heard... Not from this city... I'm a Wanderer, rarely enter cities, preferring to stay out in the wilderness." He said, "And if you ask me... Love is love... Why would anyone want to kill a young couple anyway?" Where am I? Where am I? I'm sorry. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm hungry. Where am I? Wayde slid from the manhole, and dropped into the sewers below. He settled back and let the current take him. Where am I? "He-he, well, ask me if you have any questions about this city." Kurt said, walking past them with another plate to another table. "This place gets busy early in the morning, slows down afterward, and speeds up again at lunch. So it should slow down in a few minutes." She put down the plate and immediately went back to the kitchen, grabbing 2 plates and walking back to the other tables. Once upon a midnight dreary Except it wasn't midnight, was it? No, it was morning. A nice morning, at that. While I pondered, weak and weary Weak and weary, indeed. World-weary, weakened by pain, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, hah! But if the entire poem continued, she would never get anywhere. Suffice it to say that she was a raven, a raven bearing sorrow in her wings, her heart as dark as her delicate plumage. She spoke not a word as others conversed, and never smiled, not even at the panda's ignorance. Ignorance is bliss, when it's not fatal. It nearly was. Interspecies love. Not an issue to her, no, just another box on her checklist of shame.Then, when the panda asked his question, she replied. Let him learn..." Interspecies love. It's a big issue for most people. Some people say that it's wrong, and others that it's fine. I don't really care myself; it's too late anyway, nothing I can do." Charlie wrote:Once upon a midnight dreary Except it wasn't midnight, was it? No, it was morning. A nice morning, at that. While I pondered, weak and weary Weak and weary, indeed. World-weary, weakened by pain, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, hah! But if the entire poem continued, she would never get anywhere. Suffice it to say that she was a raven, a raven bearing sorrow in her wings, her heart as dark as her delicate plumage. She spoke not a word as others conversed, and never smiled, not even at the panda's ignorance. Ignorance is bliss, when it's not fatal. It nearly was. Interspecies love. Not an issue to her, no, just another box on her checklist of shame.Then, when the panda asked his question, she replied. Let him learn..." Interspecies love. It's a big issue for most people. Some people say that it's wrong, and others that it's fine. I don't really care myself; it's too late anyway, nothing I can do." Nodding at the raven's sensible comment he replied in kind to the panda "Friend, I recommend two things. You buy the largest caliber gun you can shoot safely, a dealer will be able to size you up, and you stay in the little islands of sanity this town has left so you don't have to use that gun except when absolutely necessary. I safely can bet you one in three people in this joint have a gun with them right now, and out of all of them I've got the biggest and I wear it open because I'm the law. Remember that, I wear mine open because I can, you keep yours in jacket or some such, or I'll make a throw pillow out of your hide you understand me? We don't need some crazy anti interspecies mob bringing in scatter guns because rowdy ringtail over here has a pistol in the open." Shaking his head and giving a dark laugh he added "I don't need any more letters to write home to some passer-through's family." Kerzacistan wrote:Charlie wrote:Once upon a midnight dreary Except it wasn't midnight, was it? No, it was morning. A nice morning, at that. While I pondered, weak and weary Weak and weary, indeed. World-weary, weakened by pain, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, hah! But if the entire poem continued, she would never get anywhere. Suffice it to say that she was a raven, a raven bearing sorrow in her wings, her heart as dark as her delicate plumage. She spoke not a word as others conversed, and never smiled, not even at the panda's ignorance. Ignorance is bliss, when it's not fatal. It nearly was. Interspecies love. Not an issue to her, no, just another box on her checklist of shame.Then, when the panda asked his question, she replied. Let him learn..." Interspecies love. It's a big issue for most people. Some people say that it's wrong, and others that it's fine. I don't really care myself; it's too late anyway, nothing I can do." Nodding at the raven's sensible comment he replied in kind to the panda "Friend, I recommend two things. You buy the largest caliber gun you can shoot safely, a dealer will be able to size you up, and you stay in the little islands of sanity this town has left so you don't have to use that gun except when absolutely necessary. I safely can bet you one in three people in this joint have a gun with them right now, and out of all of them I've got the biggest and I wear it open because I'm the law. Remember that, I wear mine open because I can, you keep yours in jacket or some such, or I'll make a throw pillow out of your hide you understand me? We don't need some crazy anti interspecies mob bringing in scatter guns because rowdy ringtail over here has a pistol in the open." Shaking his head and giving a dark laugh he added "I don't need any more letters to write home to some passer-through's family." The raven raised an... eyebrow, or at least the closest thing she had. Guns. Oh, look, they don't have a gun, it's safe. They have a gun, run for your lives! Why is everyone so stupid? Raise had a cigarette in her mouth, a bag on her back, a bolt-action rifle slung over her shoulder, and a bandanna around her neck. She walked, anyone near her backed off, fearing that she would attack them if otherwise. In truth, she wasn't all that interested in them, she had her eyes set on another target. Rumors of a predator hiding out nearby had attracted her to the city, which she was unfamiliar with. She often avoided the city because there were so many threats, but the bounty the contractor offered was too great for her to resist. She had no idea where to look so she decided it would be best for her to head to a nearby restaurant and see if anyone would be willing to act as her guide. Ajax"So, it's frowned upon to love someone not of your species..." He paused, "That's bull shit!" He said loudly, "Sorry, excuse my language." He then looked to the Raven, "Thank you for answering my question. Names Ajax by the way." He then turned to the lizard man, "Why would I need a gun? I am a Red Panda, we only fight as a last resort... Even then, guns are not favored." He then tapped his large bag, "This bag contains all I need. What's your name lizard man? If you don't mind me asking." Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Ajax"So, it's frowned upon to love someone not of your species..." He paused, "That's bull shit!" He said loudly, "Sorry, excuse my language." He then looked to the Raven, "Thank you for answering my question. Names Ajax by the way." He then turned to the lizard man, "Why would I need a gun? I am a Red Panda, we only fight as a last resort... Even then, guns are not favored." He then tapped his large bag, "This bag contains all I need. What's your name lizard man? If you don't mind me asking."" Its sensibility is of no consequence to me," she said mournfully. "It is already too late. Who can change the past and unravel the threads of reality? Who can erase the indelible?" An ironic smile crossed her face, and she closed her eyes, altering her cadence to that of a preacher exhorting his congregation. "'Who can bring what is pure from the impure? No one!'" Ajax Ajax looked at the Raven, listening to the way she spoke. He could tell easily that her past was painful. He could hear it in her voice, and see it on her face. She put out an aura that screamed pain." Umm, what's your name? If you don't mind me asking. I can sense much pain in your past." He said, "You talk as if the past defines you... It doesn't. A story may have a crappy beginning, but what matters is the ending. It is up to the individual to craft that ending. Often, making a bad beginning into a happy ending is hard, and challenging, but that is how one grows. The past is the past, now is the present, not the past." He smiled, "Live for the present, conquer the past, and create a better future." Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Ajax Ajax looked at the Raven, listening to the way she spoke. He could tell easily that her past was painful. He could hear it in her voice, and see it on her face. She put out an aura that screamed pain." Umm, what's your name? If you don't mind me asking. I can sense much pain in your past." He said, "You talk as if the past defines you... It doesn't. A story may have a crappy beginning, but what matters is the ending. It is up to the individual to craft that ending. Often, making a bad beginning into a happy ending is hard, and challenging, but that is how one grows. The past is the past, now is the present, not the past." He smiled, "Live for the present, conquer the past, and create a better future." She laughed, but there was less joy and more bitterness in the sound. "My name's Charlotte. And as to your advice, I only have one thing to say... Tell that to the people out there. The people who hate those like me for things that I couldn't control. People who act like it was a choice I made, or that somehow I caused it. Once you convince them, then come back and try to convince me.' From childhood's hour I have not been as others were'," she quoted." My secrets are secrets for a reason." Wraiths is bullshitArai thought to herself as she barged into a building that had an open sign hanging in front of it. After barging in, she looked around for a bit until she spotted a Raven and a Red Panda. May as well see what they're up to thought Araimaybe they'll be interested in making money. Arai walked over to the table and asked "Would it be okay if I join you?" The question would have seemed innocent if it were not for the fact she openly wielded a gun, to the dismay of a few patrons. The Flame Dawn wrote:Wraiths is bullshit Arab thought to herself as she barged into a building that had an open sign hanging in front of it. After barging in, she looked around for a bit until she spotted a Raven and a Red Panda. May as well see what they're up to thought Arab maybe they'll be interested in making money. Arai walked over to the table and asked "Would it be okay if I join you?" The question would have seemed innocent if it were not for the fact she openly wielded a gun, to the dismay of a few patrons. Charlotte looked up, her eyes empty and uncaring, if not downright hostile." Sure, whatever. Go right ahead. I don't care.' I have not seen as others saw'." Charlie wrote:The Flame Dawn wrote:Wraiths is bullshit Arab thought to herself as she barged into a building that had an open sign hanging in front of it. After barging in, she looked around for a bit until she spotted a Raven and a Red Panda. May as well see what they're up to thought Arab maybe they'll be interested in making money. Arai walked over to the table and asked "Would it be okay if I join you?" The question would have seemed innocent if it were not for the fact she openly wielded a gun, to the dismay of a few patrons. Charlotte looked up, her eyes empty and uncaring, if not downright hostile." Sure, whatever. Go right ahead. I don't care. 'I have not seen as others saw'.""great,"Arab thought to herself as she got into a chair,"seems like everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Arai sighs and puts her head on the table, "I've had terrible luck today and I just need to drown myself in booze. I'm an out-of-town hunter with no clue how to get around here." Arab takes a deep breath and resumes to speak, "I came here while chasing a red my contractor's got a nice bounty on. I thought this would be an easy hit, but I can't tell the difference between a strip club and a shopping mall." The Flame Dawn wrote:Charlie wrote:Charlotte looked up, her eyes empty and uncaring, if not downright hostile." Sure, whatever. Go right ahead. I don't care. 'I have not seen as others saw'.""great," Arab thought to herself as she got into a chair, "seems like everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Arab sighs and puts her head on the table, "I've had terrible luck today and I just need to drown myself in booze. I'm an out-of-town hunter with no clue how to get around here." Arab takes a deep breath and resumes to speak, "I came here while chasing a red my contractor's got a nice bounty on. I thought this would be an easy hit, but I can't tell the difference between a strip club and a shopping mall." Charlotte again raised an 'eyebrow'." Perhaps we should not be speaking, then. I would see no reason to do any of the things you just spoke of, or--" Then her eyes widened. Oh, no. No, no, nope. We're good. Stay calm. What was the next line? What was the next line?!"' I could not bring my passions from a common spring'." Calm. I am... calm. Ajax Ajax raised an eyebrow, "Why would anyone hate someone for something that was out of their control? Anyway, Charlotte, don't let your past determine your present.... But, if you keep it secret, out of fear, then you will live a life dictated by fear." He stopped when the fox came, and listened. He noticed a change in Charlotte again. "Charlotte, you alright?" "Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve alcohol. Also, unless you're a... person..." Kurt mumbled while staring at the big lizard with a gun, "then please put away your gun. And order food." She sat down on a chair and rested. Most people exited PFC, so the only people that were in was the only interesting people. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Ajax"So, it's frowned upon to love someone not of your species..." He paused, "That's bull shit!" He said loudly, "Sorry, excuse my language." He then looked to the Raven, "Thank you for answering my question. Names Ajax by the way." He then turned to the lizard man, "Why would I need a gun? I am a Red Panda, we only fight as a last resort... Even then, guns are not favored." He then tapped his large bag, "This bag contains all I need. What's your name lizard man? If you don't mind me asking." Smirking/revealing his sharpened incisors, Rio replied "Because a gun can save your life where melee weapons can't, and there are times where a blank can save your life if you don't want to kill. The name is Simpson Bees, near as there is a voice of law in this riot they call a town, I've done everything in my power to get the mayor to call the militias in and declare martial law but he won't. So get a gun, learn to use it and remember me fondly when it saves your life the first time someone tries to mug you for your stuff. I'd also recommend getting a palm dagger, I keep enough on myself to arm a small crowd if need be, they help if you can throw things well, I'm rather good at it." Taking a few out of hidden locations for emphasis before making them disappear as quickly before continuing "You chose a good restaurant to walk into, any of the places in the south part of town, and you would have been killed for saying you supported what you support, and that's if you aren't tortured first. Rabbit folk tend to be tolerant, and Lizard folk like myself are quick to stand up for people who can't stand for themselves, so we're mostly on the same side as this part of town, kept we don't have riots, we end them and have a big ole meal with what's left because we aren't wasteful. Now If you'll excuse me..." Turning to the fox morph and the waitress rabbit from earlier he smiled/showed his sharpened incisors, asking cheerily in his customary liquid silver over sand type voice "So what's brought you into this peaceable establishment with such a large gun displayed rather openly? I hope you don't plan on getting violent with these amicable rabbit folk, because I would have to remove your body from the building If that were the case. So now that we have that bit of business over, have you seen any riots going on as of late? I do need to know because I usually like to have a general area to subdue before the end of the day." Although his tone was slightly cheerful his eyes told a different story, one that was all too common in the past few months, one that had repeated itself too many times for him to care anymore who's bodies he walked over or piled dirt onto. Fall Lot Hilda wrote:Ajax Ajax raised an eyebrow, "Why would anyone hate someone for something that was out of their control? Anyway, Charlotte, don't let your past determine your present.... But, if you keep it secret, out of fear, then you will live a life dictated by fear." He stopped when the fox came, and listened. He noticed a change in Charlotte again. "Charlotte, you alright?"" I'fine!" she snapped. "And as for your question, why don't you ask society? They certainly know how to hate me for it. Look around! This isn't some tolerant little utopia! They don'tneed reason to hate me, to hate those like me, on either side of the equation, doesn't matter which 'crime' they committed, they're still hated, and I'm doubly hated and doubly cursed, because of twisted fate! They don't need a reason, they can, so they do! That's the way people work! And I'm not keeping it secret out of fear. I'm keeping it secret out of wisdom, because I'm not going to just let the rest of the world walk all over me! Not again! Not ever again!" Calm. Calm, yes, calm... next line. Next line."' From the same source I have not taken my sorrow'." Quoting calmed her down. Ajax don't need a gun.... Guns are bad... They allow people to kill with ease, he thought. He looked at Charlotte as she snapped. Ajax looked saddened." I don't hate..." Ajax said, "Hate will take control of you, chew you up, and spit you out. It will turn you from being civilized, into a monster." Austria wrote:"Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve alcohol. Also, unless you're a... person..." Kurt mumbled while staring at the big lizard with a gun, "then please put away your gun. And order food." She sat down on a chair and rested. Most people exited PFC, so the only people that were in was the only interesting people. Arai groaned as she's annoying grabbed a menu and looked through it. After a few moments of silence she handed the menu to the waitress and said, "can I have the cheapest meal available?" Charlia wrote:"Perhaps we should not be speaking, then. I would see no reason to do any of the things you just spoke of, or--" Then her eyes widened. Oh, no. No, no, nope. We're good. Stay calm. What was the next line? What was the next line?!"' I could not bring my passions from a common spring'." Calm. I am... calm. After Arab handed the Menu back to the waitress, she looked over at the Raven and asked if it was okay. While asking, she slowly sat up and looked at the Raven with concern, afraid of what was going to happen. Another snack. Another creature. This time a raccoon man. Wayde had cleared out most of the homeless in the sewer system. Soon he would have to feed above.The was sure to notice. "Okay." Kurt mumbled while walking towards the kitchen. "1 sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan." The Flame Dawn wrote:Austria wrote:"Sorry, Miss, but we don't serve alcohol. Also, unless you're a... person..." Kurt mumbled while staring at the big lizard with a gun, "then please put away your gun. And order food." She sat down on a chair and rested. Most people exited PFC, so the only people that were in was the only interesting people. Arai groaned as she's annoying grabbed a menu and looked through it. After a few moments of silence she handed the menu to the waitress and said, "can I have the cheapest meal available?" Charlia wrote:"Perhaps we should not be speaking, then. I would see no reason to do any of the things you just spoke of, or--" Then her eyes widened. Oh, no. No, no, nope. We're good. Stay calm. What was the next line? What was the next line?!"' I could not bring my passions from a common spring'." Calm. I am... calm. After Arab handed the Menu back to the waitress, she looked over at the Raven and asked if it was okay. While asking, she slowly sat up and looked at the Raven with concern, afraid of what was going to happen."FINE!" Faal Lot Hilda wrote:Ajax don't need a gun.... Guns are bad... They allow people to kill with ease, he thought. He looked at Charlotte as she snapped. Ajax looked saddened." I don't hate..." Ajax said, "Hate will take control of you, chew you up, and spit you out. It will turn you from being civilized, into a monster."" You don't need to tellmethat! I know monsters!' I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone'..." Charlie wrote:-snip-"Jeez," Arab said with a tone of annoyance, "would you rather I just ask if anyone wants a lot of money real quick, and I'll be on my way?" Arab brings her bag in front of her and rummages through it, revealing a piece of paper. "My employer gave me a note with where my target's 'hunting grounds' are, the only problem is I don't know where the f-ck this place is." Arab puts the piece of paper onto the table, "I'm willing to give the person who helps me one third of the bounty." Arab makes a toothy smile, "so, who'll join me!" "Here is your sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan, miss." It wasn't anything special. Just 5 carrots and some leafy vegetables with a ranch side. "Anything else? I promise I won't put an eyeball in it." Austria wrote:"Here is your sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan, miss." It wasn't anything special. Just 5 carrots and some leafy vegetables with a ranch side. "Anything else? I promise I won't put an eyeball in it." Arai takes one of the carrots and begins to munch on it,"well some food is better than no food,"Arab thought to herself as she ate the slightly unappealing food. "I think a glass of water will do," says Arab as she leans back in her seat. "Oh yeah," exclaims Arab, "how much is this again?" The Flame Dawn wrote:Austria wrote:"Here is your sajofklioghaualianaheghjojaewalongasuternamekaoulighan, miss." It wasn't anything special. Just 5 carrots and some leafy vegetables with a ranch side. "Anything else? I promise I won't put an eyeball in it." Arai takes one of the carrots and begins to munch on it, "well some food is better than no food," Arab thought to herself as she ate the slightly unappealing food. "I think a glass of water will do," says Arab as she leans back in her seat. "Oh yeah," exclaims Arab, "how much is this again?" Kura tilted her head with a smile and said "2 dollars! Oh, and look in the southern part of town if you want an extra arm. Just don't go there and kiss an animal that isn't a fox. Then you may lose an arm." Austria wrote:The Flame Dawn wrote:Arab takes one of the carrots and begins to munch on it, "well some food is better than no food," Arab thought to herself as she ate the slightly unappealing food. "I think a glass of water will do," says Arab as she leans back in her seat. "Oh yeah," exclaims Arab, "how much is this again?" Kura tilted her head with a smile and said "2 dollars! Oh, and look in the southern part of town if you want an extra arm. Just don't go there and kiss an animal that isn't a fox. Then you may lose an arm." Arai rummages through her bag and has a look of concern on her face, "would it be bad if all I had was $1.50's?" As Arab rummaged through her bag looking for any spare change she began to talk, "I've got a decent enough rifle, and can't afford another one, so I have no chance at being able to get my hands on a firearm in a legal manner. But just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm desperate enough to try to get a rich mate, which is why I'm here. The reward is an amazing 10 grand and with it, I can actually afford a decent meal, no offense." "Eh, I'm nice. You can pay with what you have." Kurt paused for a moment before turning to everyone else. "Is everything okay? If you have any problems, just talk to me. But don't flirt with me like...my last victim..."

Kaonil in Conflict (IC)|rating:2.0

Revenge is oh so SWEET!~ AnjelRocker_Sexy Firefly

The day had brightened considerably from the frosty look of the morning, the sun fought for dominance in the sky making the landscape around the manor house sparkle with dew. It was beautiful, calming the rapid breaths of the sole occupant in the spacious bed chamber. A female sat huddled, her body trembling on the corner of the settee overlooking the window, having discarded her bed in the dead of night. She sat, her head tilted, forehead against the cool surface of the glass, her eyes closed feeling the chill seep into her bones, as thick blond waves fell in a veil about her shoulders and back. Bright blue eyes opened, wet with unshed tears looked out over the grounds, watching as the gardener started his day trimming the hedges about the maze, while she sat huddled like a child in her night rails. Yet that was how she felt, scared and cowering by the window trying to catch the sun's welcoming rays, like a child. The thin almost transparent garment she wore was pulled taut and over her bent knees, her fingers clasping at her ankles, and bare feet curling into the plush fabric of the settee. It had been the nightmare again, the dark seeding horror that had haunted her sleep since childhood, yet the truth was more frightening. For her nightmare never just ended in sleep, it followed her through her waking hours as well, haunting her days in the form of her Father. She was sure that since birth she had been the object of her father's game, yet in those days she never understood why. Being born a complete accident, she seemed to have, even at birth, the beauty her parents had been looking for to further there societal scheme. In the world of politics and idle gossip one had to marry very well to get anywhere, and for a self-made man as Constance's father money and power was everything. Even at a young age Constance was groomed to be the perfect lady, hostess, and naive little wife. The nightmare had started when she was nine. Always the same one, always different scenarios. The only constant being that the main topic in the dream was torture, the main torturer was a dark figure. This night she dreamed herself into the same room as always, it was a cold room built of stone and Iron, a boiler screeched as the pipes running around hissed and blew out gusts of steam. She was sweating, her body drenched and her thin night rail clinging to her body, as she sat strapped to a wooden chair. The wood was splintering, and she could feel it digging into her palms and back as she strained against her restraints. Her night rail had been pushed and bunched around her hips, her legs strapped and spread displaying her womanly center to the man in shadows. She never saw his face, as hard as she tried to get her frightened eyes to adjust to the darkness that surrounded this figure she could not, but the voice that came out of him, the laugh at her struggle made her blood run cold. It was so familiar and yet so strange, it always was. She had cried then, pleading with him to let her go, she struggled harder, feeling the straps digging into her wrists, the wood biting her palms and the warm pearling of blood on her hands. Her lips were parted in a frightened O, or firmly set in a painful grimace, her hair whipping wildly about her, matted and dirty, turning into a muddled wheat instead of its golden white. The saw it, her bright blue eyes widening on the instrument he had in his hand, it was long and glowing red-hot in the darkness. She says herself cry out loudly, her voice echoing back to her with nowhere to go in this insulated room, her struggles became more wild as blood dripped from her wrists. The man's voice ripped through her struggle and she froze, her spine rigid. "Please dear Constance, by all means keep struggling, I do like it when they scream." His voice was a booming sound ricocheting around in her ears. "And you my dear are no different." The poker seemed to get closer then, the heat searing her flesh as it got closer to her neither region, her screams permeating the air and his laughter ripping through the room. With a jerk she had awoken, her throat raw and a very frightened looking maid stood by the side of the bed. "It was the dream again miss?" She asked her voice soothing and nonjudgmental. Constance nodded her head and watched as the maid scurried to the side of her bed and poured her a glass of water from the pitcher. Hurrying back to her side she handed Constance the glass and sat on her bed pulling the trembling girl to her bosom. Stroking her hair softly the maid started to hum, the calming sound quieting the impending doom she had felt upon waking."Thank you, Martha." Her voice was small, almost childlike as she addressed her maid, her hand trembling as she drank her water pulling it down to hold it in her lap. "You may go... I am sorry to have woken you." She tried to smile, knowing that she had failed, but Martha didn't argue or protest and stood quickly giving her a curtsy before leaving out the door she came in by, a little hidden nook that lead to Martha's upstairs bedroom. With Martha gone Constance slid from her bed, discarding the water glass on her bedside table and walking to the window. It was still night, stuck in the time between Twilight and Dawn, the silvery glow of the moon casting an eerie yet ethereal image across the gardens. And that is how Martha found her, the sun shining through the window making her look like an angel in the morning light, her blond hair glowing like a halo about her head. Taking she walked to the lady's side and helped her uncurl." Come a bath will do you good, and I hear you have several callers waiting for you already." She gave Constance a motherly hug before leading her over to the bath that had been drawn for her, the steam from the pipes hissing caused the girl to jump back at first before realizing that she was safe in her bedchamber. Letting Martha left her night rail from her still trembling body, Constance sunk into the bath feeling the water work into her muscles and relaxing her tense body. Sighing softly she closed her eyes and let Martha do her work with the soap and oil, always smelling of Jasmine. Constance shouldn't have been surprised when she stepped into the front parlor an hour ago, her gold dress with ivory lace swishing as she moved, watching as several heads turned to greet her, but she was. She had known that she had made quite a splash at her coming out, but it still to see it in front of her was incredible to say the least. She smiled her cheeks flushing pink at the attention. Her morning was spent with callers, most men, but one that surprised her the most was her dear friend Gabby, she had broken through the crowd of drooling boys to hug her friend, whispering with concerned eyes. "My dear you look awfully pale, are you ill?" Gabby took her hands and lead her to a settee in a far corner away from listening ears." Honest my dear friend.... No... I haven't been sleeping well, but I am determined to make light of it." She smiled looking towards the men, her eyes lighting with a bit of mischief in their depths. "So who do you think I should receive first." She let her laugh warm the room and Gabby left the conversation plunging into what she did best, matchmaking. When dinner finally arrived Constance was exhausted, who knew that receiving callers was such work. She gilded into the room her smile touching her blue eyes as she bent to her father kissing his cheek. "Evening father." She spoke low to him before thanking the servant as she slid into the pulled out chair. She looked around the hall and noticed with wide concerned eyes that her father's business foreman was absent. Robert was never missing, her father loved his company and business ideas. "Father.... Where is Mister Borden?" She asked curiously, bringing her eyes back to him from her perusal of the room. A wide man with a redden face, he had started off as a poor man who had worked his way off during the boom in the industrial age that they were going into. Machines were taking over and Sir Richard Williams from Northumberland had put his money into steam boats for the exploration of Africa as well as the East India Company. This had made him a very rich businessman but what he hoped for was his only daughter to marry an Earl or even a Viscount. He did not care, but he would become a part of the world of nobility. He had two sons… one being in India and the heir being notorious for causing scandal. And that was why he had taken young Robert Borden under his wing. The man was to become a business partner if Richard could help it. He saw a lot of himself in the young man who was a hard worker and a brilliant mind when it came to that word. After receiving a kiss from his daughter, he nodded. “Ah, yes… Mr. Borden is going to be late for the evening meal… he had some papers and documents.” He moved his hand around before saying. “Is your mother coming back for dinner or is she having another case of the fits?” He muttered sourly. He had married Matilda for the one reason and that was because she had been in love with him at the time, and she had been a wealthy heiress. She had once been young and beautiful like their daughter but since having their youngest daughter, she had taken ill, and it was a wonder that he did not put her in Bedlam at times. As for him own like, he had two other families as well as four other children with his own mistresses. His favorite mistress was a mature and beautiful woman named Susan, but she was of a mixed race and had not been suitable to wed. He loved her and they had three children. As for his second mistress, it had been a whim, and he no longer visited the woman nor the child… a girl or something, but he did pay for the girl so that she could do something with her life.“Constance, my dear… you look so pale? How was your day?” He asked thinking of the ball that she was to attend with her companion, the woman who had been his daughter’s governess since she was by a babe. “You had a few suitors call on you this day? Any of them interested?” he asked as he was sipping at his glass of brandy. The meal was just starting as his man came in. Mr. Borden was a tall fellow, and he was sure that the ladies were swooning over him as he nodded. “Ah, yes… Mr. Borden. Do sit down and join us for the evening meal?” He said as he waved a hand for one of the men to serve his business partner and good friend.“You are too kind…” The young man said… handsome but with the unfortunate hair coloring of a dark auburn red to the shade. “I brought some of the papers…” He started as Richard waved his hand. “Come man, we will talk about this in the study and not in front of my daughter… I have some of the finest cigars from the Jamaica. A friend on the island sent them.” He boosted as the younger man nodded as he glanced over to the beautiful woman that was sitting across from him.“You most of heard about the terrible news about the Battle of Trafalgar… Admiral Nelson is said to have died…” Richard said with a shake of his head, a sorrowful look as the younger man looked generally surprised by the news of the notable man. “Damn Bonaparte and his attacking of the other countries… it is a damn shame.” He said with a shake of his head as there was some talk of the wars on the continent before Richard said. “You are not planning to go and fight, Robert.” He was a bit into his cups by that point and so, he was being perhaps a little chummier than he usually was.“I do not know, Sir Richard.” Mr. Borden said as he said. “If my country needs me than I will be sure to go.” He explained as he glanced to the quiet Miss. Constance.“Enough of this talk of the war… Constance, do tell us about what you women folk talk about?” He said almost in a demanding tone. “Ah, perhaps you could grace us with their charming talent in the sitting room after dinner.” Her father mentioned with a smile.“Ah yes, did you see how fat the Prince of Whales has gotten… really a shame that… neck clothes are in style because of his fat body…” The man was one to talk since was by no means a thin man. “Ah, silly that.” He chuckled as Robert nodded. He was an intelligent young man but still naive in the ways of the world being that he had come to London with only a few coins in his pocket and had come to Sir Richard begging for a chance, and it had been a good choice. Richard had increased the profits with the young man’s eye for business. He hoped that Mr. Robert Borden would always be on his side. The air around the table smelled strongly of spirits, it had seemed her father had taken the liberty of dipping into his supplies, and Constance found him to be nearly half deep in his cups, his cheeks even redder then usual and his voice more boisterous. Lifting her eyes from her place setting the young woman watched and listened to the patriarch of the family nodding her head silently at his comments and answering only when asked a direct question. To say her father was very old-fashioned would be considered an understatement, in fact he was to the book a self-made noble man. He tried to follow every rule, get into the best clubs and for his daughter tried to get her invited to all the best parties. The latter not so much a problem since she had turned 17 and made her coming out. She had skyrocketed into society and quickly became a favorite among the fortune hunting elite. Blue eyes widened briefly before she licked her lips, her hand poised over her goblet before gracefully picking it up and taking a sip. "So business has called him away from our table....must have been very important." She spoke softly, her hand replacing the glass with a small clink to table, her hand slowly disappearing under the table to clasp at her other hand. "Mother did seem quite ill father, I imagine she will be spending the evening in her chambers." Her voice grew softer, the thick sprint fragrance air catching in her throat. Coughing slightly she reached for her drink once more before returning her gaze to her father. Constance felt exhausted, and she was sure it showed plainly on her face, with the horrid night of restless sleep, she was surprised she had lasted the whole day, let alone being able to last through a ball this evening. Blinking rapidly she gazed surprised at her father, his comment normal enough seemed to rattle her just a bit. "Do I?" She asked her fingers grazing her cheek in an attempt to feel this paleness that he spoke of. "Day?...Oh, it was busy father as you know." She took a bite of food setting her fork down with a slow precision. "I did of course father, and they seemed interested enough, a few promised to call again." She spoke hoping that would please her father. Ever since she was very young Constance was groomed to be a wife, but not just any wife, the wife of a rich man. Even if her heart was pulled in a different direction it was her duty to her family. At the sound of the door Constance's eyes flashed, and she turned in her chair in time to see Mr. Borden enter the dinning hall. Sitting a little straighter she turned slowly back to her plate, her eyes sneaking glances his way as he came in and took a seat across from her. When their eyes met she quickly lowered her hers, continuing to eat as he and her father talked business. The war?..... That was their business.... Constance felt herself curious by this talk and lifted her eyes to ping pong between her father and mister Borden, that was until her father's question, she found herself not only looking towards Robert, but waiting on bated breath for his answer. Her father becoming ever the more drunk, Constance would be surprised if any business would be concluded this evening. Intaking softly, Constance felt the blood drain from her face at his answer, and she quickly lowered her eyes and head to plate, not wanting Borden to see her face. Her feelings not quite known were new to her, and she felt that every time Mr. Borden was near her heart skipped, and her pulse seemed to jump. Shaking her head she looked to her father, his demanding tone making her sit back in her chair, her brow furrowing a bit. "Surely father you would rather talk war with Mister Borden, our topic of conversation is so tedious." She tried to explain, thinking her father didn't really want to talk about the new style of gown that was in season, or what opera would be best to attend. Nodding slowly she smiled shyly. "If you wish it father." Constance was very skilled in the piano forte and her voice soared with the angels, if her father wanted her to play she would.... Robert already had heard her once. She stood slowly excusing herself, she figured it would be best to go to the sitting room now, letting the men have the room to discuss business. As the supper meal was finishing up for that evening, Robert looked to his business partner who had taken him under his wing. The man had had a few too many drinks for the time being, and the conversation was becoming a little long-winded. Going into the study to discuss the state of the country along with the war on the continent, which was the most popular topic of the men’s talk after dinner. At least in the case of all the events that he had attended as he was coming up in society, Robert had spoken with a few men and had made some good business connections since he had met Sir Richard Williams. The problem was that he found that he found himself becoming more attracted to the man’s only daughter, Lady Constance Williams. A beautiful blonde goddess who seemed as if she did not enjoy her life as it was. As a man who had lived most of his own life on a farmer in Northumberland, he saw men like Sir Richard as the top of the pyramid in which a peasant or laborer could rise. Robert hoped that he could go to university or have enough money so that he could raise a family and his children would never know what it was like to starve. Enjoying a fine cigar in the study of his mentor, Robert listened to the man’s advice but also giving his own suggestions that Sir Richard regarded as ‘quite brilliant.’ After an hour of the man’s talk, the two of them went to the parlor where Lady Constance was sitting with a young woman who must have been her companion. There was a good deal of women who hired ladies of lesser fortunes to be their paid friends. They were usually dressed in homely clothing but some of them could be prettier than the lady themselves. However, Lady Constance was the bright star in the room where the other woman looked like a gray mouse. Robert supposed that she could be pretty if she was dressed a little nicer without the silly spectacles. It was at that moment when her father said. “Constance, do play the piano forte? Your Papa does so wish to listen to your angelic voice.” Sir Richard’s voice was commanding as he was looked at his daughter as he paused and said. “No, Miss Louise… you will play the piano forte while my daughter sings.” He said as the other young woman put her sewing down and stood to do as her employer commanded of her. “Lady Constance, shall I play The Rose Tree?” She asked since the song was a favorite among the ladies. After excusing herself from the thickening dinning room, Constance found herself in the front parlor, her companion already seated by the fire, hands busy with a needle work, and spectacles sliding down the bridge of her nose. Louise really could be beautiful, her hair if not always in the severe bun had a slight wave to it and at the length it was it could cascade down the woman's shoulders making her face appealing, to which it now looked pinched and strained almost old woman like, in fact as Constance thought about it Louise was quite young, only a few years older than Constance herself. Tilting her head she felt as if she should announce herself, but the woman was so into her sewing that Constance felt a pang of guilt to interrupt her. So instead she made her way right to the piano forte and sat slowly behind it, her fingers laying on the white ivory of the keys. Her head snapped up however when the booming sound of her father entered the room slightly before the men themselves appeared. Jumping to her feet she curtsied to the men, head bowed and eyes to the floor until her father's voice shot across the room and vibrated throughout her body. Lifting her eyes she listened with a keen ear to what her father almost threatened. Feeling Robert's eyes Constance almost didn't hear her father until she felt her companion at her arm trying to get to the piano. Constance shook her head and licked her lips moving aside and over to the front as Louise settled herself behind the keys and looked up at her mistress. Constance chewed on her lip the sweet young voice a stunning contrast to her father's asked her about the song. "No Louise..... Che cos’e l’more please." Miss Louise looked up at the younger lady as she gave a short but firm nod as if to say that she understood what the other woman was saying. This was not an easy piece, but Louise was very accomplished when it came to the pianoforte. Her fingers slide over the keys as she readied herself waiting for the younger to give her the go ahead before she gently pressed the ivory keys of the musical instrument. The tune was an Italian love song, and it did make her wonder why she chose this song of all of them. Robert could not help but think that the song was lovely, he was not as familiar with Opera and what exactly the words or the songs meant, but it was something that the rich and the privileged enjoyed on an entertainment level of sophistication. He on the other hand did not quite see the value of a lady’s ability to sing. Of course, it was a talent and this young lady who he thought of as a goddess had an exceptional amount of talent, but what was the reason other to attract a husband? He supposed that she was taught to be a good hostess and the like. It made him thing to his own mother and her skills having been to help his father with the farming in their little village. As she sang, he did think that she looked remarkably beautiful as he glanced to her father who had a few tears in his eyes. The man could become overemotional when he had been drinking. As Lady Constance finished her father heaved his robust figure up and said. “You have the voice of an angel, my beautiful girl. Come sing us another… what did you think Mr. Borden?” He asked as Robert smiled trying not to look too nervous. “It was splendid… I cannot say that I have heard such a song before.”“Italian or French, it is fashionable with the higher class… suppose us country boys will never understand.” He said jovially as he slapped Robert’s back as he smiled before looking to his daughter. “Sing us something from the Britain… and no French. Terrible people.” He shook his head as Robert’s eyes did not leave hers for that moment. To him, this moment seemed like it was all a dream. Constance was almost glad when her song finished, it was beautiful to be sure, but Constance was filled with exhaustion and couldn't bare to stay, let alone stand in this room on display for another minute, so when the song ended she hung her head demurely and smiled towards her father his compliments falling on deaf ears. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate them, it was just in drink her father could get very, very overzealous. Stepping away as if she were going to sit down, her father's voice and command for another stopped her mid-step. Turning her head she wanted to beg him, crawl on her knees if needed, she was too tired, her mind too fuzzy to even try to remember another song, and one from the motherland, stepping back to the pianoforte she glanced wearily towards Louise, the poor girl hardly getting paid at all, she almost wondered what kept her there. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped lips slightly apart and eyes narrowed trying to focus. Louise, who had been as clear as day a moment ago blacked in and out and blurred in front of her eyes. Her whole body started to sway, and she felt almost weightless for a second or two before the ever familiar gravity had her plummeting to the ground. Her eyes had rolled back just before her head connected with the corner of the pianoforte and Constance's body sprawled in a tumble of silk and lace. Louise jumped from the forte with a scream causing all servants rushing to the door to see what had befallen. For Constance, the vapors was a first time thing, she had never fainted before in her young life, but the exhaustion of no sleep and her fault of not eating enough that day seemed to do her in. The woman who jumped back from the pianoforte in a scream reached out to try and catch the other woman but was too late as her head connected with the corner, and she tumbled to the ground. It was Mr. Borden who went to her first as he fell to his knee to hold her head up as her father heaved his heavy body, his red face sour as he looked to the servant. “Well, don’t just stand there gawking! Send for a physician.” He called before his eyes looked to the scene of Miss Louise with a handkerchief waving it to fan her face as Robert was holding her hand. The young man said gently to the frantic woman, “If you could please Miss Benet.” Referring to Louise’s last name as he took the handkerchief and put it to Constance’s brow to stop the blood that was seeping out of her temper, “Is she breathing?” Richard asked as he went over and the younger man nodded. “Yes sir, she is alive…” Robert mentioned as he had her head elevated, “She is overly exhausted. I think she should be brought to her bed.” He stated as Richard nodded agreeing as he moved his finger to point at a foreman to help with carrying his daughter up to her bed. “Miss Louise, you will stay with her when she is put to bed. Have a maid help you undress her, it is perhaps the corset that has you getting the vapors.” His voice was booming as one of the younger footmen came over and both Robert, and he lifted the young woman to bring her up the stairs and to her rooms. Louise was following along with his daughter’s ladies maid, both with a look of great concern. Richard watched with a glass of brandy in his hand as he wondered if his daughter did it on purpose to get out of having to perform once again as he had asked her. Sipping, he went to the front door to wait for the physician to come and check his daughter after her fit of the vapors. Robert lifted her with the help of the footmen, but he could have carried her by himself as the maid opened the door to her bedchamber so they could set her down there. Miss Louise was at the bedside as the handkerchief was at her temper. The bleeding had stopped, and the wound was only very small. Robert said to the stern young woman. “She is fine… just a little bit of a tumble.” It was the dream again, molten steam hit her flesh causing pearls of precipitation to form on her brow and upper lip. Her eyes narrowed to see through the impending darkness that surrounded her and as she jerked she felt the straps binding her wrist. Fear seized her, but she remained still the only movement was the trembling of her body as she tried to make out the inky figure standing just out of sight. She knew it was a man, and she realized he could hurt her, or the least her dream self. Then the figure moved, inching ever closer..... She woke up screaming, scaring poor Louise so much she had jerked and fell off the chaise she had fallen asleep on. Martha was at her side in an instant glass of water in one hand a compress in the other. She gently pressed Constance back on her back and gave her the water. "Ow.... What happened?" She asked softly her head stinging, and a slight hum buzzed in her ear." My lady.... You had quite the fall, hit your head on the pianoforte you did.... Poor Louise was in such a tizzy.... But that kind fellow. Borden... Helped you he did...almost caught you." Martha explained...of course most of it was here-say from Louise when they brought her up to her room. Constance tilted her head and nodded thinking how she was ever going to thank Robert. Sipping on some more water she thanks Martha and apologized for waking Louise before drifting back into sleep, the compress cool on her for-head, the goose egg of a bruise bright on her pale flesh, and the slight cut was bandaged lightly. Morning could not come soon enough, in sleep Constance was restless and through the night Martha watched as her ward shivered and whimpered like she was a child again. The dreams haunting her, even more now that she had no idea what they meant. He was concerned about Lady Constance after she had fainted the night before when he had been over for dinner with her father. After she had sung that beautiful song, her father had insisted that she sing another before her eyes rolled back, and she hit her head on the piano forte. Luckily, the injury had not been so terrible, there had been more blood such was the case with head injuries. He had told his landlady about the incident the next morning, and she insisted on baking some cookies for the poor child. He had received a note from her father midway during the day to attend a few business dealings which usually consisted of going to the gentlemen’s club to smoke cigars and drink brandy with other business partners while a few exotic beauties entertained them. This was what he had used to in the business of the rich in the City of London. Much different from the country views of in childhood, well… not the country views that the rich like to think of when they go to their estates but the farmers of the workers that did the backbreaking labor. There was leisure here where in his home… a man had to damn near kill himself to feed his family. It did not help that the harvest when been terrible in the north either. Robert would make the effort to go to Sir Richard’s home and check to see that Lady Constance was doing well. There was also the case of bring the cookies to her from his landlady. He had noticed that her father had been putting pressure on her, and he had to wonder if that was the case of her fainting unless, she was a delicate creature in which, this was a common occurrence. It was not until later in the evening when he arrived at her father’s house and was let in by the butler who took his jacket. His neck cloth was tied perhaps a little sloppily, but he did not have a valet like most men of business. Sir Richard greeted him with a slap on the back as Robert inquired about his daughter and said about his landlady making biscuit. He was dismissed after a few minutes so that he could go up and give them to her in person. A maid escorted him, and he waited, so the maid would make sure that Lady Constance was decent. Miss Louise was in the room with her mistress playing a game of backgammon. The morning found Constance in her room, in fact she was bedridden all day, callers had been sent away, and her father literally locked her in her room hoping that she would be better by the evening. Missing one society function was forgivable, but two now that was almost scandalous. Her father's only command was that she have lots of rest and not to be on her feet to long, he didn't want her to exhaust herself again. Of course the girl could not be contained to her bed alone and was constantly walking around the room, only made to sit for fear of burning a hole in the rug from her pacing. "Please miss let's have a game shall we?" Poor Louise tried her best, but Constance was restless, wanted to go outside, ride her horse, sit in garden at least. "Why must we stay in?... I could rest much happier in the garden." She complained collapsing into a chair near the fire place. Her night shift flowed about her ankles when she walked the top untied showing more skin than was proper and her breasts pressed against the thin fabric as she huffed with frustration. The sound of voices and footsteps brought her to attention, and she turned away from the game that Louise had been trying to get her to play and her eyes fell on the door with awed curiosity. Hopefully it was father freeing her from her prison..... She was so bored, and her hair reflected that fact, it was messy falling over her shoulders like fingers had been run through it instead of a comb. She watched as a maid entered looking her over. "You may want to dress miss you have a visitor..." The maid stumbled over herself, biting her lip as she looked a worried gaze over her mistress's dress." Send them in Gabby...... I am confined to my room, the least I may do is dress the way I like." She spoke softly waiting for her visitor to enter, she stood slowly head tilted as he entered." Oh..... Robert..... Urmmmm... Mr. Borden." She curtsied revealing more of her cleavage to his eyes. "How good of you to visit." Louise looked slightly scandalized for the moment as Mr. Borden entered the room and her mistress was only in her dressing gown as she looked to the maid but did not say anything as Mr. Borden entered. Robert looked to the Lady in question, feeling his cheek heat up slightly as he said. “Ah, yes… Lady Constance…” He spoke nervously as his green eyes were on her cleavage as any healthy young man would have glanced at even with such a delicate creature. Had she used his Christian name?“I came to check on your condition with the previous day’s events.” He explained to her with a bow before saying. “I told my landlady about it and well, she felt terrible about it and made these for you.” He said as he presented the plate of baked goods for the beautiful young lady.“You are looking quite well, your color has come back to you, I dare say.” He smiled trying to make light of the situation as he said. “And Miss. Louise, you are looking well. You had quite the fright when Lady Constance’s head hit the pianoforte.” Louise did nod as she said. “I feared for her life… I have heard that your brain can be rattled, or you can even die when one hit the head. I am thankful that Constance is quite well. Although...” She looked to her friend before saying. “She is restless since she has been ordered to her bed by the Physician…” That admission made Robert smile thinking that it was nice to see that the young lady was so active. He had seen her on horseback before. “Ah yes, you must be eager to return to your regular activities?” He asked her with a smile. The maid had taken the plate of cookies and asked her mistress if she should perhaps service some tea for Mr. Borden. It was slightly inappropriate for a gentleman to be in a lady’s room, but he had gained permission from her father.“No, no… I mustn’t.” He said insisting as he thought about how he would be staying with them in the country for the summer. A part of him wanted to get to know Lady Constance only on a friendly note since he was not worthy of any other relationship with such an angel.“I only wanted to know that you were well…” Robert said as his eyes did not move from hers. As she had risen from her curtsy the direction of his eyes caught her attention and she laughed, a short soft sound, before reaching up and tying her gown closed. "Oh how wonderful, you must give her my thanks." She smiled stepping forward to grab the plate but was stopped when Louise took it. Clearing her thwart she placed her hands in front of her and nodded her head. "I hope so, I have been locked in my room since dawn." She explained closing her mouth when a question was directed to her companion, Louise held the plate as she spoke and Constance felt like she was five instead of seventeen. Rolling her eyes Constance shook her head. "Oh please I am sure it wasn't as dramatic as all that, I cornered the piano with my temple, I am quite well." She shifted from foot to foot the restlessness showing. "Not the physician Louise my father...he thinks that I might faint again..... Yet the Physician wanted me to get sunlight...." She sighed looking towards the window with a forlorn look."Oh, very much so, sitting around all day can be so tiresome." She agreed turning her bright blue eyes back to the man in front of her. "I have wanted to visit Lady all day...." She spoke with Ernst."Oh, please you must." Constance jumped in, she would not take no for an answer. "Please Martha brings in some tea and Louise you may go.... I am sure I have kept you long enough." She nodded watching the shocked look on the woman's face before she resigned and exited. It was very proper of Constance to have this boy in her room alone, but her father new he was there, and she really didn't need the constant eyes of Louise on her back." Please Sit." She gestured to a chair, before lowering herself into one in front of it. Louise did not approve of leaving Lady Constance with an unmarried man, it could cause a scandal, but it was not her place to say as she nodded slowly before turning to exit her Lady’s quarters. The maid took a few moments to gather a few dishes before taking her leave from the sitting room as Robert sat himself down. He looked a little uncomfortable as he said. “Thank you.” The chair was of fine up hosiery, but he still could not relax himself. His dark eyes glanced down at her cleavage as she was reaching for a cookie on the table between them. “Mrs. Brown… that is my landlady, a very kind woman. She likes to make cook for me at times…” He mentioned with a smile but thought that this sort of conversation would be boring to such a fine lady. He thought himself luck for that moment before he said. “When you say that you wish to visit Lady, is that the name of your mare?” He asked her with an interest since he was looking to buy himself a horse for his own transportation. He knew how to ride because he had to when he was a boy for the family, but he was a self-taught rider. “Have you been allowed to open a window in here? Even if your father does not let you out, you could get some fresh air and sunlight?” He shrugged wondering why the room was so dark. However, there was a tax on the number of windows on a house and that could be the case in this situation. Constance reclined back, her leg crossing delicately underneath her night rail the cookie held daintily between her thumb and fore-finger. She turned her eyes to Robert and smiled her head nodding as she tick a bit from the cookie. "She seems to be a very nice sort of woman.please give her my thanks... I shall have to visit once I am well enough." She rolled her eyes knowing full well her father would keep her in her room for the least another three days if he could. His interest in her horse was not lost on her, and she nodded her head placing the rest of the cookie in her mouth. "Yes I have had her since she was a Ollie, beautiful feature she is. I so miss riding her." She looked towards the window with a forlorn look, her blue eyes turning sad for a moment before the light returned. "A window... I have for a couple of hours, but Louise insists that darkness will cure me faster.... I think she must be a vampire or some other of those mystical creatures.... What do you think?" She leaned forward interested to see if he would join in her little joke. It had already been a long morning, Constance had spent the day in the house and was very glad for this distraction. She only hoped that she wasn't making the man to uncomfortable, just chatting with Louise was growing tiring and she yearned for stimulating conversation. He thought about her companion for a moment thinking that the other woman was perhaps a bit melodramatic from what he had seen so far. A smile formed on his lips as he said. “If she is a vampire then, what is it that she feeds on?” He asked her with a chuckled. “Ah, perhaps young ladies going stir-crazy perhaps?” He had been confined to bed once, and it was considered to be one of the most miserable times in his young life.“I am sure that she does it with the best intentions for you.” He said with a smile as he was watching her. “You should demand to open a window and ask Louise to not close it… be a little more aggressive when it comes to what you want?” He said with a smile as the maid bustled herself into the room with a tray of tea for the two of them. It could be seen that Louise was hovering outside the door to be let back in.“Soon enough, you will be back outside in the fresh air and riding your mare as if you were the wind itself?” He teased her. “I am looking into buying a new horse. I have one, but I hear that breeding is good business to get into as long as the stock is of good quality.” He mentioned. “Although, I do need one for my own personal use as well.” Robert mentioned. “A strong mare, being that stallions can be hard to ride at times. I am no expert of riding, I had to teach myself as a boy, you see.” He explained to the pretty young woman as he looked into those beautiful blue eyes. He was calm as he spoke with the maid was in the room and pouring two cups of fine tea from India into the two teacups. Delicate china that was too small for his larger hands, but he drank it nonetheless with as much dignity as he could muster. Putting the teacup down after a sip as the maid left the room again, he said. “Do you have any recommendations?” She was delighted when he played along with her little joke, and she returned his smile. "Well you know the stories don't you?" She asked eyeing him, when he didn't answer right away she gasped and put her hands up. "No?... Well legend has it that they suck the blood right out of humans and animals..... I suspect she drinks the blood of some animal." She winked hoping he wouldn't take her too seriously. "Stir crazy....perhaps.... Maybe you could put a good word in to father, so he may let me out?" She asked hopefully, her voice tinged with a pleading edge." Best intentions.... She just does what father tells her to do." She frowns a bit shaking her head. "I have tried she will not budge on the matter and have you ever witnessed me being aggressive..... I get what I want with subtlety." She bit her lip eyeing Louise peeking around the corner before the door closed on her face." A new horse really? That is a big venture indeed." She leaned forward her interest peaked. "It is a very good business, horse flesh can be a great investment, although for your built a mare may be too fragile.... A stallion, although at times difficult, would be more loyal a companion for one as you." She explained finger her tea cup in thought." Thorough breeds are best, though if you are in for speed Arabians or Mustangs are the beasts for you." She tapped her finger against her lip. “Well, I do hope that you do not allow her near some or the small animals or any pets.” Robert winked at the pretty young lady across from him as he carried on the jest. “As for putting a word into your father’s ear… I am afraid there is not much that I can do in that account. I will mention something of the sort that you are looking quite well but, we both know that your father is a very opinionated gentleman.” He said as sincerely as he could in that exchange.“I suspect that your lady, Miss Louise does have you best interest in mind but… she is employed by your father and if she was to disobey him too much, she could be dismissed. Surely, you do not want that to happen to her? Not everyone is so lucky to have a father with a sizeable profit from his business avenges.” He explained to Lady Constance with an eye for seeing the other side of the coin with some empathy for her companion. He did not know the woman’s story, but he suspected that she was from a family that was not so well off as Lady Constance was. After all, a number of gentlemen were getting into debt leaving their families without a pot to piss in or a window to toss it out of.“I do not think that I am in the market for a racing horse. More so a good one to ride about the town in… like a true gentleman, I suppose.” He supposed that he was considered uncouth to a lady like her, but he was only a man who was making his way in society. Naturally, there would be those who looked down on him, but he was of a mind that his hard work would pay off one day. “It is an investment… I do not know if I will look into breeding, but it is not something that will hurt.” He mentioned as he lifted the tea to his lips.“If anything, I am looking into the investments of steam powered locomotive…” He said quietly to her. “I have spoken to your father about it, but he thinks it is a bit of a gamble. Not that I blame him but, the possibility of being able to travel across the country in only a few hours. Seems impossible…” He looked like a hopeless dreamer for a moment as he looked to her. “Ah, have you heard about them?” Constance found herself laughing in earnest falling back a little as he continued there little jest. Her eyes closing slightly as tears prickled the corners. "Oh we are terrible." She hiccuped before her face sobered, and she leaned forward gripping his knee inappropriately, "Oh no you must talk to him, he listens to you... I know that your opinion in matters are very important to him." She spoke not realizing herself until she glanced down and quickly tore her hand away." I don't fault her for listening to my father, heaven knows I see how intimidating he can be, but really she is my maid after all, and I would like to think have some sway on my father." She spoke standing to put distance between her and this man, he was to near, and she was too hot-blooded to let him stay here without something happening, anything, she was such a novice to these things, and yet her body responded to his nearness in ways that confused yet excited her." You think you are not a gentlemen sir?" She asked turning her head to look at him, her face illuminated by the rays of light filtering in from the opened window." Robert How do you see me?" She asked tentatively "I am not much of a gentleman." Robert said in a quiet tone as he watched the pretty young woman. "I am the son of a farmer who is going into business and to seek my fortune like many young men. I can only be so lucky to have the luck of your father." He was being honest as he listened to her next question. "How do I see you?" He asked her curiously as if to ask what she wanted him to say to her." How do I see you...?" He was asking himself as he was watching his tea before his eyes looked back up to her. "Honestly, Lady Constance." He started before giving a pregnant pause before continuing. "You are one of the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life... but, you are also intelligent as well as... more than a silly little chit like some of the other ladies of your social standing." Robert said as he wondered if it would be too forward to touch her delicate fingers." If I was so lucky to find a woman such as yourself for a wife... I would die a happy man." He mentioned as he smiled. "I think that you are..." He shook his head knowing that he could not say these things. "You are like a bird in a cage wanting to fly free but confided to your life of singing in a cage for those who ask you to." He mentioned to her as he reached out. "So beautiful and yet, I can not take you out of your cage." He felt silly as he was saying this, but it was how Robert felt about the Lady.

Revenge is oh so SWEET!~ AnjelRocker_Sexy Firefly|rating:4.0

Princess of Desire [Soft Stroke x Deante]

Being the Princess of the Sun was a glorious thing. When every pony looked up to you, it was hard not to be filled with pride. Not so much pride at one's self, but rather pride at seeing how those you served grew and developed into their own. Seeing a young foal go from barely able to stand on her legs to a powerful speaker and leader was one of the more satisfying things in Celestial's life. She'd seen it firsthand with her own star pupil and her friends. Yet it wasn't just there that the seeds of growth she helped to plant grew. Many of those in her court she'd known since they were starting out, and now she'd cultivated a castle filled with those that she could trust, rely on, and call upon when needed. Unfortunately, there were things that she couldn't call upon her friends nor her underlings to help solve for her. Currently, a pony that went by Sunny Shores -let it be never said Celestial was the best as names-was standing in front of a strange shop. The mare stood slightly shorter than the average pony, with a pure white coat and pink hair that was drawn back into braids. Her eyes were a shining blue, and her tail was cut short and perked upwards. She had on a very plain light yellow sundress, one that was just common enough not to draw attention, yet fashionable enough to travel through the streets of Canter lot without looking out of place. She had on a large brown rimmed hat and pink sunglasses, along with small high heels that clacked as she walked. It seemed she was going more for the 'innocent mare on the street' feeling, which worked out well for her since she was going anywhere but innocent. With a small inhale, "Sunny" stepped forward and gently opened the door to the shop. There was an electric tingle that went through her as she did. She was about to embark on something rather risqué for any pony, let alone a Princess. She was about to go into something that she hadn't indulged in far too long: desire. If this mare she was recommended to was to show her anything, it would be something that she'd desperately lacked in her own life: true, and complete, submission. With one more sigh, she opened up the door to the shop and stepped inside.@Deante And as "Sunny" went through the door, a chipper bell jangled. At first glance you would think The Gilded Bridle was just another clothier, or perhaps an eccentric boutique selling fancy hauling tack. It wasn't until one looked closer to see the kind of place it truly was; those weren't tops but corsets, those straps and buckles weren't for pulling heavy things but holding one down. Still the place was decorated welcoming, albeit with a few darker colors than was typical. The layout was much like a wagon wheel, the central area wide and filled with more pedestrian lingerie and corsetry, while the spokes of the wheel were alcoves outfitted with all manner of leather gear. Tall, shiny boots here, a full hood there, and in between were things that only the experienced could identify. In the back, a small sign reading "Toys" pointed up the stairs. That was where the knock of steps came from. "One moment!" called the rich voice from above, and soon a mare appeared, trotting quickly down. Her coat a dark plum while her mane and tail were both a brilliant silver, the former styled to drape down to bubble down the left side of her face. Her lean figure was presented politely in a burgundy leather vest, contrasting with the bright and colorful gypsy skirt that danced around long legs as she came down. The unicorn's violet eyes brightened at the sight of Sunny. "Well hello." The offered smile was welcoming, reassuring. This was someone she'd never seen before, one who looked downright demure, and she didn't want to scare a curious mare off. "How can I help you?" Sunny -Celestial had to be careful not to let on that was just a fake name-stepped into the shop and took in the sights. The Gilded Bridle... it certainly had a name that had a way of sticking in the mind of those that saw it. And the interior was only there to reinforce that fact. Never before had she seen such a massive collection of... well, fetish gear. It was near impossible to say that it wasn't fetish gear. Leather and corsets, harnesses and boots, and an entire section dedicated to toys that Sunny was certain none would let their foals be around; they all just screamed a welcoming but risqué place. Just the sight of it all sent such a chill down her spine that she almost missed hearing the sound of the one that she had come here to find. If allowed being shallow, Sunny would say that, indeed, this mare was very beautiful. The contrast of her mane and coat were beautiful, and when accented with the leather and skirt the colors just seemed to pop out even more. Sunny couldn't help but keep her eyes fixated on the mare as she went down the stairwell and over to her. After years of reading ponies for her courts, though, it was easy to tell that the unicorn was surprised at her being there. The disguise that she wore wasn't one that fit in with the general atmosphere that a place like this let off, after all." Greetings... ah, I mean, hello," Sunny smiled; she had to get out of that formal talk, "You have a rather lovely shop here, may I ask your name?" Again, she was being too formal, "Ahem. Yes. You see, I was directed here by an acquaintance of yours," Sunny took a few steps forward, her hands moving to go behind her back and clasp together slightly, "The Sun and Moon have a beautiful dance on the eve's dawn, don't you think?" If what she said was correct, then it was a coded phrase of sorts that would tell her newest friend she had been sent here by the party goers. In order OT keep the party group from getting exposed, that phrase was used to tell those within the society they were there for that sort of thing. She blinked and waited, hopeful she'd said that right. "I'm Silken Snare," she said, and her eyes sparked with interest at being told she had been referred. That was far better than a walk-in." I think the stars clap and bow for them," she replied automatically, the code's response a reflex by now. Silken hid her amusement. While she understood some ponies' desire to avoid embarrassment, she suspected half the secrecy around those parties was the fun of being secretive. Masks, false names, codes! But to be fair, she didn't have the luxury of being secretive. It was her livelihood. Clasping her hands, she tilted her head towards Sunny. "So you were pointed here because you're looking for something specific. Is it equipment... or to learn something about yourself?" That last bit had a little bit of velvety mystery to it. While the woman enjoyed showing all the wonders in her shop, guiding self-discovery was Silken'passion. Having the code phrase repeated to her was all that Sunny needed to know that she was in the right place. Just seeing this being reciprocated was... it was almost palpable with how much it excited her. It shouldn't have done that, given that she shouldn't have been doing something like this. Yet... yet even now, when it would be easy to let the mare just have her run off and then never come back, she wanted to stay. And so she smiled warmly to the mare and gave her a respectful nod; another thing she had to watch for." I believe it would be more of the latter there," Sunny replied, trying to think of how to put this casually; granted it wasn't easy to ask another pony this in the first place, "You may remember the ball that was held three days ago. I met with some, aspiring members of your profession and..." She was still a bit too formal, so she stopped and cleared her throat, "I was told that if I was looking for a mare to help guide me, that you would be the one, Miss Snare." Sunny stepped forward a bit and towards the interior of the store, "I have an interest in these things. It is something that I've wished to try for a rather long time and now... now I feel that I have the ability to," Sunny turned, "Albeit, I must do so in private. I have certain, obligations that would be at odds with this. May I trust that we could keep any arrangement between us, a private engagement?" While she had never been to court, Silken new how to read someone too. It wasn't hard to pick up that Sunny was not some foal-next-door. Despite being flustered and uncertain, Sunny's words were too formal and educated a talk even for even the average Canter lot citizen. So it didn't surprise her at all that the pony before her needed secrecy. "I can't do anything without trust. And discretion is literally on my business card. In fact, here." Turning to the door, Silken Snare turned the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSED", and locked the door. "Don't want you to worry about interruptions." Stepping back, she smiled. "Before we start, can I get a name? I needsomethingto call you." Silken could determine what the other mare truly wanted, needed, deep down. That was her strength, finding what would bring someone the most satisfaction. But that was a bit invasive, and she wanted totalist. There were far more important groundwork to check. "What do you know aboutanyof this?" Waving to the store to indicate all of it, as opposed to specific items. "Have you done any reading or talked to anyone before me?" She needed to know if they were going to start from square one, or could jump ahead. And a follow-up, "Do you have an idea of what you are looking for, what interests you?" Trust, yes. That was something that Sunny couldn't allow. If she were to show who she truly was, it would likely end with Silken Snare bowing before her and offering to let her take whatever she wanted from the store. That had been how it went when she tried to get into sculpting and had gone to find supplies. There wasn't something fun about having things being handed out to her if she wanted them. In a sense, she had to earn what she wanted before she could be satisfied with actually having it. Thus, when Silken asked her that question, she just smiled." Sunny Shores," Sunny replied warmly, "And that is good, an interruption would likely just spoil the atmosphere you've so clearly cultivated in here." At this point, she felt it was almost worthless to try to stop talking like she was. She needed more time and practice before she could start talking more informally. So she just cleared her throat a little bit and thought about each question." I've done a bit of reading when I've gotten the chance, I understand the relationship of dominant and submissive and the bond they share... as well as some of the general elements of BDSM and what that entails," For some reason, saying that made her feel a jolt down her spine, "I haven't had contact with another pony about this, sadly. It has taken a good deal just for me to be able to arrive here unnoticed. As for what I'm looking for..." Sunny slowly inhaled, "In truth, I wish... to be dominated," It took all she had not to shiver and shudder saying these words, words she'd carefully rehearsed inner head, "To be taken, body and mind, and placed under that of another. To have my rights to do all but breathe stripped from me, and given the feeling of another so eagerly using my body. Bondage, toys, even pain if the dominatrix would like that. That is the wish I have." Phew. Silken relaxed a touch. It was good to know she didn't need to start at the beginning. And it was no surprise to hear Sunny was seeking to submit. While not exactly timid, she didn't exude the confidence or assertiveness that often came with ponies looking to dominate. The woman smiled. "Definitely the discipline and control side of things. I have the feeling you're going to adore high protocol. Possibly objectification..." Another thing brought her ears forward. 'Dominatrix'. So she won't need to find a stallion to handle the real hands-on matters. Well, that is also assuming that Sunny is interested in a 'mare with more'. Or in her anyhow. But it was promising." Come upstairs," she says, leading Sunny along. The second floor is indeed the toy gallery, every wall and display with a variety of things. Not just pain, but dildos and other sexual entertainment that wasn't strictly fetish. While there was an open area on one side of the center, there was more furniture here. Although some of it definitely was not meant for relaxing on. Still, close to the stairs was a simple couch, and here she waved Sunny to sit. Behind them, the stairs went to the top floor, Silken's apartment." First, you've not had any pony totality about this, and not sharing your thoughts and feelings is very lonely and stifling. So if you have any questions, please ask them at any time, but right now I'm specifically opening the floor for you to go wild. Ask me anything, or simply...talk, gush your feelings out if you need to." Whenever Sunny was ready to move on, she said, "Now, are you hoping for me to mentor you, talk you through things, point and say and demonstrate what this or that is, and then maybe help you find that special dome to be intimate with..." Silken made eye contact with the other mare. "Or do you want me to get hands-on with you, the sooner, the better?" She was comfortable, wouldenjoyplaying with this mare now, but what mattered was what Sunny was comfortable with, what she wanted. In a way, Sunny felt guilty, incredibly so, at having to deceive this mare like this. Silken Snare had already shown such kindness to her that it made her want to drop the pretense and show her true form already. Yet that was something that she could not allow. So instead, as the mare told her to go up the stairs with her, Sunny obeyed her. She placed her hands behind her back and walked with a refined and dainty step, something that she'd perfected after seeing so many of the nobles do the same in her courts. It certainly gave to her an air of being more demure and soft-spoken. Sunny, however, still failed to break a perfect posture that she could balance books on if she wanted. Seeing the second floor sent another rush down Sunny's spine. This was exactly what she wanted. A world where she could never touch as her true self. A world of pain and pleasure, or discipline and control, of everything that she could think of and more. It'd been difficult to find books on this sort of thing, yet the odd one or two she'd read over the last decade had given her a small bit of knowledge as to how this sort of thing worked. She'd never seen things like this... the wooden horse in particular drew her attention, a device that she'd yet to glean the true knowledge of." To ask you anything?" Sunny paused, "... I believe that right now, questions are not what I have. Truly, what I wish to have is a chance to escape," Sunny sighed, "To keep a bit of confidentiality between us, I shall simply say that my obligations to my standing would have my head for being somewhere like this. Yet... I cannot help myself," Sunny reached up and touched her cheek, "Sunny Shores is a fake name, and I will say that to you know, so there is no deception between us. What I wish now... is to be indulged. Indulged in desires I cannot under my normal circumstances. I have waited so long to be here, Miss Snare. So very, very long. And I would ask that you take me under your guidance and aid me in this journey." There was a hesitation to what Silken asked her afterward. When she finished, Sunny stood up. With hands in a simple smooth and gliding motion, one that didn't betray the sheer terror that this brought her, she worked her sundress until it fell from her shoulders. When it did, Silken Snare was left with the sight of what could only be described as lacy seduction. The mare's beautiful white fur was pristine, and the jet black lace that formed a beautiful V down into her groin and up around her hips stood out starkly. Her bra was similarly styled, the patterning thick enough to hide the areola but thinning out to reveal much more of the breast. Had the dress been longer, Sunny would have worn garters as well." I would like to get hands-on experience, Miss Snare," Sunny smiled, even if internally she shuddered with desire, "Please, have your way with me." The woman smiled, her eyes full of sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry you've had to wait so long, and that you can't enjoy yourself in your everyday life. But it's not the first time I've heard that." To the confession of the false identity she merely nodded, an acknowledgement of the necessity. Silken opened her mouth as the white unicorn rose, then closed it. Perhaps, selfishly, to let her see where the mare was going with this before interrupting. And that she got. Lust shone in those violet eyes as she ate up the sight. Sunny's taste was good; the bra's bare modesty made her want more. "Turn around." No request or suggestion, just direction. She wanted to see the view from behind. How skimpy was the back? But she didn't act on the sight, as tempted as she was. "Now turn back to me." The plum mare straightened up and sighed. This was the thing she enjoyed the least, as it would impact aloof things. "Oh I want to have you, Sunny. You should know though, I have a cock. How do you feel about that?" Here she watched the other mare intently. While her response was important, Silken also was curious how the other uniform would react to the simple vulgarity. Sunny heard the simple command from Silken, and her body reacted as she was told. She slowly turned around to let the mare drink in the sight of her even more. Her bra strap was made to seamlessly weave into the pattern on the lace, letting even more of her smooth back show. Likewise, her bottoms slowly rode up into her rear to highlight the two supple cheeks she'd allowed this body to have. It was more or less a simple sculpt of her own form, but with a few modifications to make her seem more like a normal mare. Once she was told to turn back, she did so and looked down towards Snare's hips as she heard that bit, "I have no issues with that, Miss Snare. I myself would identify as bisexual, if I was told to give my preferences. I simply like to view a pony for who they are, a pony, and then see how they are from there. Furthermore, I suppose some of the more forward-thinking individuals would call that pansexuality... but bisexual is a far more understood term." That said, Sunny looked Snare with a bit more of a shine in her eye, imagining what the mare had to give her, "I believe that, before we start, it is customary to give a safe word, yes? Something that I can utter if something has gone too far. Granted, with gags that would be a bit more difficult." She chuckled warmly, "Is there one that you would prefer that I use? I read in one book it should be no more than two syllables to be easily understood." Ponies typically didn't look predatory, and "growl" is an unaccustomed sound, but Silken let loose a hungry noise at the sight nonetheless, and Sunny found her looking positively villainous. She relaxed at the response, and once again was struck at the mare's eloquent, long-winded diction. "Good. Because I very much intend to fuck you." The question though made her smile. "I was going to get to that before we got down to business. But good on you for bringing it up! I prefer the colors of that foal's game. Green, yellow, red. Green for 'keep going', yellow for 'slow down', and red for 'please stop'. This way I can check in on you if you're simply feeling overwhelmed and need a breather, or are fine. A full stop is exactly that, and that's a bit severe." She gestured to the spot next to her on the couch. "Sit. We're close, but not done negotiating yet."" Now, let's talk about how deep we're going to commit to this, because I don't know how involved your other obligations are, and I doubt you want to share the details. And you may not want to dive into the deep end. We can have sessions--scenes--where the play is contained purely there. We can have longer periods, say you staying here overnight, and the play is considered always in effect unless one of us signal for it to pause. Then there are things that can continue even after you leave; I give you homework, things to practice. Even further, there are orders I can give that you are supposed to do at home, like masturbate at a certain time every day--or not allow you to orgasm, period. And finally, there's more permanent things that I might do or request. Mark your body in a discreet way, change your hair, request you get piercings." She sat back, letting Sunny digest all of that. "Tell me where your comfort level stops." Sunny could tell that there was a desire with Silken Snare. She made sure to make a mental note to save this form and ensure that the mare got to see it more often. She was easily able to digest those three commands, "Understood. Green for continuing, yellow to slow down, and red for a stop. A rather simple system." She paused, "Those should also be understood more or less inside a gag, yes? I think we can easily make that work." Once she was down on the couch, it took a long while for Sunny to think on what she wanted to say. There was a level of submission here that she was being told she could do. She had to think rather long about it, about what she could do. What sort of things could she do that she desired, while still having to contend with whom she was otherwise? At the very least, Silken Snare seemed to be open to things. And with this simply being a form she magically 'saved' and then shifted into, there was a level of freedom with it that she could keep. Something powerful that meant she had a pass with this mare. She looked down and slowly placed her hands into her lap." Allow me to be frank, Miss Snare," Sunny began, "I am afraid anything that would involve orders in the home, would likely be impractical. It is not that I am unwilling, but that my duties would make that, difficult. However, I believe that homework, that would suffice," She tried her best not to show it, but Silken would see a little nip of her lip, "... As for the rest, I wish to go as deep with you as I can, Miss Snare. All that you've said there, aside from what I mentioned, I find alluring. Arousing, even. To be frank with you..." She leaned in a bit towards the mare, "This body is one that you have free rein to. I can commit to overnight stays, be them sessions or for as long as needed. I have learned to operate on little sleep," She chuckled, "If you wish to pierce, mark, change my body, then as long as we discuss it, even under duress of sexual contact, then I will allow it. As long as they could not be seen when wearing the dress that I came in today, that is open to you." She leaned out, taking one of Silken's hands in her own, "My goal here is full, and true, utter submission. To be placed under another. Used, only for their enjoyment. All that I have seen here, I enjoy. Does that answer your question on comfort level, Miss Snare?" To be fair to Silken Snare, she was reacting more to the panties and that rear. The white unicorn's form was not her ideal dream. Yet Silken could change Sunny to her tastes. Would, in fact." With gags, you usually go 'uhh! Uhh!' several times loudly. It's unmistakable. Or you stomp. But to be honest, I'm not too keen on gags. I like to hear my partners sing." Again that villainous look. "This place is pretty good about eating up sound." Reaching up, the mare cupped Sunny's chin, forcing eye contact. "Be Always frank with me. Bushes are meant to be burned and stomped through, not beaten around. Communication is essential, and what I do to you will leave you with no dignity, so don't try to contain it." Her thumb caressed along the mare's jaw, and then withdrew, so that only her hand being held was the contact. "But yes. No behavior changes, and nothing that anyone else can see. I had thought a pierced tongue, as that is the sign of proper and talented cocksucker, but if that was too severe..." She shrugged. It wasn't a big deal." And, while everything you've seen you enjoy, there will be things that you won't. Let's talk limits." Silken flashed a smile. "Don't worry, there'll be nothing gross, nodamageto you, I won't push you under duress into something you're not comfortable with. But there are other questionable areas I want to touch before we're in the thick of it. Is it alright to put things under your tail? What about having a scene at one of those parties, in view of those ponies you met the other night? How do you feel about humiliation, me calling you names or making you say very rude things? Can I use magic on you? Anything else you can think of that you're worried or definitely not interested in?" Having her chin grabbed in some a domineering manner, was almost like a sign of power transfer. As Princess Celestial, no one would ever dare do this to her lest they wished to face the guards and her own wrath. In this form, however, she was able to indulge in the feeling of having another forcing her down into her place. That sensation along was a powerful one, leaving her with a long hoarse groan as she slowly leaned back once she was told what to actually tell the other mare. For the moment, she thought about what she could do." If the tongue piercing was removable, or otherwise in a way that I could hide it, I would readily accept one," The mare reached up and ran a finger along her horn, "I have a particular skill in disguising magic. Thus, any marks that you would put on me, I could hide during everyday life if need be. I could die piercings as well, though the tongue one would be somewhat, difficult to hide need I actually use it." She smiled warmly to Silken, "My body will be yours to mold. Have whatever fun with me, you wish, Miss Snare. That is my true and deep desire that I will affirm to you once more." Hearing the next bit did make her pause, 'The only limits that I came in knowing that I would not like were the 'gross' things, I am referring mainly to things that belong in the bathroom. I also would prefer that damage not be sustained. I will, however, allow you to inflict pain on me... Furthermore, I might have a slightly masochistic streak now that I say it," She paused, "Yes, under the tail would be alright. As for the party... if all individuals that attended were in the know about what was going on, then we could discuss having a scene with them. And...yes, I will readily submit to humiliation," Sunny had to restrain her lust saying that, "Yes, you have free rein to place whatever magic on me, you desire. As for anything else... let me see," She sat up slightly, "There is not much that I can think off off the top of my head. You've hit most of them simply by talking with me here. I don't know as much as I would like to, though, so we will have to learn more about me as we continue. Until then... assume that whatever else we have not covered, I will enjoy." "Really, the giveaway for a tongue piercing is that until you're used to it, it clicks against your teeth when you talk. But I think a rubber -coated barbel would take care of that and be easier to disguise." The degree of Sunny's investment, how far she was willing to go so soon, awed Silken. There was no fear in this one. It almost worried the dome, made her wonder what she was getting into. Something Sunny kept repeating was also sticking out to her. She leaned forward, eyes locked, muzzles close. "Your body is mine, but physical use is the easy part. For you, it'll be about claiming your mind, making you surrender yourwilldown to the core. That's your gooey center, I'm sure. It takes time, but I'll dine on that." That said, she rose from the couch and gestured to the rug. "On your knees." Surprisingly, Silken knelt next to her, and proceeded to show the correct way to kneel. How far to have the knees apart, where she wanted the hands (crossed over the tail), a straight back, downcast eyes. "Undo your braids, and then return to kneeling like that until I get back." And like that, she left up the stairs to the third floor. For may be ten minutes, Sunny was left alone to kneel on the rug. At some point her knees would start to get sore, something that would take endurance. Eventually heels on stairs sounded. If Sunny followed orders, eyes downcast until the shiny heeled boots came into view. Until Silken sat down on the couch before her. The mare had put on tall boots and chaps, and her vest was undone. Everything else was in view, her handsome sac, her lack of arousal, the lean cleavage. All the outfit was in red, which set nicely against her purple coat. Beside her, she sat a large wicker basket, it's top covered with a blanket like she were going for a picnic. From inside, she brought a simple black collar, a D-ring on the front and back. "While this collar is on, you are mine. You will call me Miss, and you are Girl. If I ask you a question about how you feel, what you desire, what's on your mind, you tell me without filtering. I'll never punish you for expressing your feelings--that stuff isimportantfor me to know." The woman stretched the collar out wide. "Are you ready?" If Silken new just how long it'd been that Sunny had waited for this moment, it would have likely boggled her. This hadn't been just some spur-of-the-moment thing. This was the Princess of Equestrian, the one that had ruled for a thousand years, finally boiling over. She was here on what was her 'day off' of sorts, and now she wanted to indulge in this. She wanted to indulge herself in desires that she'd had for too long, that she'd suppressed for too long. Thus, when Silken clarified about her mind, the only reaction that Sunny had was to nod her head. If this mare thought she could, then she was willing. She was willing to do a rather profound thing with this girl, and to do it happily. Whatever. It. Took." Yes, Miss Snare," Sunny went down on her knees on the floor, slowly spreading her legs to allow the fabric of her bottoms to show in its entirety, for her hands to be crossed planted firmly above the tail, and while her posture took care of the straight back, she picked a point on the floor and focused on it, tracing the patterns that it made until she'd firmly memorized it and began to trace it again. It was a tactic she'd used in courts at times to busy her mind, which now meant she could do as was asked of her by this mare, "I will await you return, eagerly." And thus, when the mare had come down, while her knees hurt it was not a pain she had too much of issue with; she was used to standing on end for far longer than this, and thus to her a pain that some would call searing was just a mild throb to her. She, however, kept her eyes downcast, even though she desired to look up. She desired a lot of things when courts were in session, not the least of which was to leave. To a mare like Silken Snare, it would look more as though Sunny simply had an incredible discipline about her already. There it was. That collar, was a perfect sign. This mare was willing to help take her into desires she's held for far too long, things that had plagued her mind for hours and hours on end. Things that she wanted, no, need, no evencravedin her life. If there was doubt in her mind, a tidal wave of desire would wash it away as soon as she heard those little rings click. She still didn't look up, not even once. Truly, a mare that knew how to wait." I am ready... Miss," Sunny smiled to her, still looking down, "I believe in terms of what was said earlier, this would be green." Rising off the couch, Silken stepped behind Sunny and wound the collar around her throat before cinching it closed. Then from the waist of her chaps she took a pair of black fingerless gloves, tugging them into place with intent. Fingers dug into Girl's hair, holding her in place. "Repeat the second thing I say. What are you? A toy. Who do you belong to? Miss." Rituals were helpful, they wiped away things and let you get ready to start. As soon as Girl was finished answering, Miss dug fingers into her hair, gripping it at the root, and pulled upwards. Not hauling per se, as she didn't have the strength for that, but hard enough that Girl would get the hint fast she needed to stand up. And since the hold was at the root, it didn't yank any hair out. Once she was on her feet, Miss dragged her to the arm of the couch and promptly shoved her across the cushions. Fingers hooked into the waist of those bottoms and slowly, oh so lovingly, peeled them down, down long white legs, down to heeled ankles. Straightening, Miss dipped her fingers into the basket and came away with a bottle, popping the cork. "You might be tempted to forget any desire you yourself have. Your body belongs to me, and so you may think whatever need or want you have now isn't important, you are a puppet and all that matters is how I tug the string." As she spoke, Miss slicked down her fingers, and then brought the cool touch between those white cheeks, taunting the pucker there. "And if you really want to be a puppet, with me giving not a thought to your pleasure, I can. But Ipreferyou to want, need things, and to tell them to me." She worked her digit to the first knuckle. Then deeper. "Because I can use that. I can decided will give it, howI will give it, and when. It's a lot more fun to make youworkfor something." That intruding finger pumped steadily. "I have this feeling you don't care if you orgasm or not. That's okay. But if there's something you like more, or are feeling in the mood for..." She added a second finger. "Don't hesitate to share." Again she worked slow with that new addition, but soon was fingering vigorously. "Oh and by the way, you're not allowed to cum unless I say so. If you feel it building, you ask permission, and you better hold it until I give the go-ahead." Once the collar was in place, the transition of roles seemed to occur seamlessly. All at once, it was simple for Girl to slowly turn her head towards Miss, smiling to her as she heard the command. The second thing she said would have been the second statement, and so she respectfully lowered her head and repeated in a firm and calm voice, "Who do I belong to? Miss." That was what she assumed was correct. It didn't seem important compared to what was about to happen next to her, though. Once shoved down, a primal feeling of lust shot through Girl. There was also some shame, some elements of embarrassment, but nothing that could dare to take away that powerful feeling of desire. Feeling her bottoms being drawn down only heightened that feeling. That meant that two of her intimate holes were on display: a set of plump lower lips that were blended the same color of her coat, and a small rosebud that stood out more firmly against her. The former was rather warm and moist with how Miss was treating her. The former was twitching at being exposed." I-If I may, Miss," Girl groaned out, having to stop feeling the way that fingers began to roll against her backdoor, "I do not believe I could be a simple puppet unless you were to order me to. N-No one has ever dared to touch this... this area of me before," Girl huffed out, slowly shivering at the feeling of having her rear actually penetrated for once, the use of whatever cooling sensation was being pushed into her making her relax just enough so as not to feel the initial pain of penetration, "I-I would say that your willingness to touch, this area of me... has, already brought my body alight." With that said, the last note was something that didn't take much time for her to nod her head, "A-As you wish, Miss. Your pleasure is paramount to me, I will ensure my own is only when given permission by someone such as you." Girl groaned out once more, "Might I have a bit of an idea as to your plans with me? Perhaps I may be able to offer my own... insight..." She groaned heatedly at the fingering for a moment, "A-As to my own desires." "It's more a matter of what you're feeling at a moment, when a need strikes." Withdrawing her hand, Silken retrieved a (relatively) small plug from the basket and applied the lube. As soon as it was ready she gave Girl the plug, working it in methodically. "But to answer your question, first I'm going to get information, and then I'm going to assess your skills." Once the plug was in all the way, the flared base preventing it from going any further, Miss straightened up and stepped on the panties around Girl's ankles, making them easy to step out of. She corked the bottle and wiped her fingers on the towel covering the basket. "Go back to kneeling." Now the mare was hard, black shaft rising out of her lap. Not the biggest around, but still satisfyingly long and thick. She ignored it, and once her fingers were clean, she dropped the towel." Look at me." As soon as she did, Miss forced eye contact. "Tell me your sexual history. Not names or numbers, but I want to know everything else you've done. Holes, positions, kinks, what didn't work for you, what you enjoyed, what made you cum the hardest, what you think you're good at when it comes to pleasing another. Paint me a picture." Miss had taken things quickly, which was all Girls wanted. It was odd to think of how simple they had both fallen into roles, slots almost that were made to make each other have fun. Yet it didn't quite matter in Girl's head. Instead, she just groaned as the plug worked its way inside, an action that she gently pressed back with her hips just to help it move forward a little faster. Once out of her panties, she looked up towards the other mare and quickly was down on her knees. Just the sight of such a large shaft in front of her, even if it wasn't something she would have gone for when thinking 'large' looked massive from this position. On her knees in front of it was hard to deny, after all." My history..." Girl had to think of how to put this, "I have taken few lovers, yet those I had I kept for as long as I was able. Both mare and stallion. I enjoyed both equally, and have experimented with all holes. I once took two stallions in each hole. My positions... oh, there was one mare that wished to have all the fun with that. She was like fire to me. She put me in nearly every position that she could. Even upside down. Your question is rather loaded... What I enjoyed was the feeling of being taken. I have done nothing of what you have in this place, but the raw feeling of being toyed with, used, it was that sensation that drove me. In truth, the sensation of the two stallions at once brought forth a burst I had never felt before. I would like to say that I have enough experience with my lips to paint those I sleep with full of pleasure. Does, perhaps that tell you what it is that you wished to know?" Girl was generalizing some of it; when you were over 1000 years old you took on many lovers. She had a fair amount of experience, and hoped that she had conveyed that to this wonderful mare. Eyebrows shot up at the admission of 'two stallions in each hole'. That was a shock. Miss tried to imagine that was done all at the same time, six studs, two per hole, and she nearly laughed. But she listened, still impressed with Girl's experience. Though no mention of what didn't satisfy, or of kinks--there were things to do that didn't take equipment, after all. Really, the dome was hoping to find established buttons she could push. The fact Girl enjoyed being double penetrated didn't help her much, even if 'being used' she could supply. When the kneeling unicorn finished, Miss laughed mockingly. "Listen to you. "'No one has touched this area of me', 'paint those I sleep with full of pleasure'. You prissy little debutante. Who are you trying to impress? What dignity do you think you can keep?" Leaning forward, she grabbed Girl by the muzzle and forced her to make eye contact again. "Enough poetry. Repeat after me: No one's fucked my ass yet. I think I'm good at sucking dick." Through all of this, the dome watched the other woman's reactions, seeing how she handled humiliation, how she took to being forced to talk dirty. Rising from the couch, she walked across the room and looked for a piece, before plucking it up. It was a block of wood roughly shaped like a pillow, rounded and smooth, with a hole centered on top. Miss pulled a cushion from the couch and dropped the wooden piece in its place. From her basket she brought out a dildo, and fit the base into the slot, before adjusting a knob on the side. When the clamp inside held the toy straight upwards, she adjusted the wooden block, so the dildo jutted forward at a 45-degree angle. Sitting back down on the couch, Miss gestured to the rubber cock planted beside her. "Please, my prissy toy, demonstrate those 'painting' skills. Impress me." The mare had done her best to try to explain herself. At present, she had still forgotten about the main thing that she'd been trying to tell herself from the beginning: relax. Her speech, her mannerisms, she was still filtering them through this idea of having to be respectful and upright. She even knew what kinks she wanted to say: she wanted to be tied up, spanked, she loved taking a stallion's shaft in her lips and sucking it, she'd experimented with things like being held upside down and even more. She enjoyed the feeling of latex and leather, two things she never truly was allowed to wear otherwise. The only things she didn't enjoy were things that involved the bathroom -a curious feat she still hadn't fully understood yet- and extreme pain. Yet the crack of a whip or a paddle would get her dripping. She didn't like slow and tactic sex either; she preferred for two lovers to just lose themselves, to keep going and going until finally they weren't able to breathe. That was what she wished. And she could see from Miss' face that she hadn't conveyed that, nary at all."... No one's fucked my ass yet," Girl looked like uncomfortable saying those words, "... I, think I'm good at sucking dick." Was that was Miss wanted from her? They were... such vulgar ways of expressing herself. While she looked uncomfortable, her body didn't pull away. It was more like being asked to talk another language, and the strain that came from thinking of all of that. Girl didn't say anything as the toy was set up, not due to fear but rather thinking that it wasn't needed to say anything just yet. She held her head slightly down as she moved over and mounted the toy, breathing in and letting it out as she slowly sank down on it. It took her only a moment to fully adjust to the shaft (she'd taken many, many stallions in her time of all sizes) before she'd fully gone straight down on it. Normally doing so would be uncomfortable, yet there was a certain air of desire that had filled Girl by this point that kept her moving. And thus, Miss was able to watch as she fully sank onto the shaft, meeting the wooden block on it and letting out a sigh of delight as she turned her eyes up towards Miss. With their eyes still locked, Girl began to gently ride up and down the shaft. She spent a bit of time demonstrating her familiarity with such a thing; her hip motions moved to lightly press the shaft into different areas of herself, while she adjusted her knees to alter the speed in which she moved down. She let her own body weight carry her down and then caught herself on her knees to ensure a far less painful drop, something some stallions used to complain about to her. Watching as some of her lust dripped onto the block, it was clear her words weren't an exaggeration; she had experience with it. However, it occurred to Girl halfway in that perhaps she'd been talking about oral instead. At which point Girl's face would look noticeably stressed as she instead pulls off, leaving it slightly glistening with lust. Quickly, she had moved down onto her stomach, pulling herself forward and licking her lips. Taking a few moments t lock it cleans -something that normally would have embarrassed her, yet now almost felt like part of the territory- and then moved in to wrap her lips around the thing. She took a few moments to gauge how large it was, then took the entire thing down in three short pumps. Her face moved back and forth on the toy, taking her time with it to truly enjoy the sensation of it moving back and forth. She'd long since trained away the pesky reflex, letting her take the toy each and every time into her in a display to Miss of the skills she would bring. Miss was surprised a bit. She had in fact intended for Girl to practiceoralon the toy, and realized she hadn't been clearer. Granted, riding was next on the agenda, so this was no problem for her. Part of this was indeed determining the submissive's skill, but it was also intended to teach. She was reaching down into the basket, retrieving a riding crop to begin her lesson, when Girl rose off and went on her stomach. The crop snapped out and popped the white unicorn on the meat of her upper arm. "I didn't tell you to stop, and I certainly didn't say to do this," she corrected. "Maybe you can't wait to get it in your mouth, but only after Same are done with this demonstration. Get back on that dick." Miss wasn't even going to let the sub explain herself, if there had been a misunderstanding; Girl had done a 180 with zero communication, and that wasn't acceptable either. Any effort her toy might make to reply would get a playful swat on the side of the muzzle and a repeat of the directive. Once the woman was astride the toy once more, Miss stood. "Rise near the top, now swivel your hips--make an infinity symbol with your pelvis. Tease him. Good. Show me how fast you can go, without hitting hard on the bottom. Is that it? No faster? Now go fast, but I want your ass clapping across the wood. I saiddon'stop short, drop all the way. Better. Listen to that sound; the sound of flesh slapping together, mm! Let's see..." She piled two pillows in front of Girl. "Put your hands on these like they are your lover's shoulders. Now let's see how fast and hard you can go. More. Is that all you can do? Alright sit back. Go hard. I want you to fuck his brains out. Bruise his pelvis, c'mon!" Through all of this, the crop was her means of correction. Any time Girl didn't take the directions correctly, or wasn't satisfying, it would bite into a glute or thigh. And if the mare dared to get near her climax, she would get a time-out until the urge had passed." Let me show you how to get some torn going; lace your fingers together and hold your arms like you're praying. Now, swing your arms up as you lift, and drop them when you go down." The intent is to add momentum, get the upper body involved in the rise and fall, rather than putting all that effort on the legs and abs. By now Girl's muscles must be burning. "Alright, let's slow down, relax a little...we've been going up and down, but moving the hips forward and back is good too. Roll. Good. Roll sideways, like that infinity symbol I showed you; grind, like mortar and pestle. Put OT all together--back and forward, side to side shimmy. Now, imagine that instead of facing him, you're facing away. Rock your whole body forward and lift a little, then drop back. MMH, that's it. Put your elbows on the pillow, now just bounce your hips up."" Good job." Patting her on the shoulder, Miss directed her sub to rise. "Relax a little. Walk around. How's that plug feel?" Once she had enough time to breathe, Miss said, "I know you're so eager to get even a fake cock in your mouth, so go on and lay on your stomach like before. Show me what you got." And Girl did. The deep throating was impressive. In truth going that deep wasn't what Miss preferred to feel when receiving, but this wasn't exactly all about satisfyingherneeds. Training her to simply cater to those wouldn't do for the next partner, as this whole demonstration showed that she had obvious gaps. "Alright, so you can swallow a tree. Is that the extent of your repertoire?" Miss' words about how to truly work the toy inside of her was something that, in truth, did make Girl a little more annoyed than she liked to admit. She'd had literal hundreds of years to perfect her sexual technique. The way that Miss seemed to want her to go at this was more fast and filled with tricks; Girl preferred a more simple approach that could be done just be finding out what the lover in question enjoyed. Miss' approach was something that, at first, she wasn't quite sure how much she truly enjoyed, nor was that happy to really indulge it.... Which was a train of thought she could only have held for as long as it took her to groan. Right now, she was being put under someone, truly and fully under them. She was doing as Miss ordered to make her happy, and that was all that mattered. If this was what it took for her to truly satisfy Miss, she would do so. When her hands gripped the pillows she showed the true power she had in her hips; the being she was underneath her disguise was one of true strength, and if she truly wished to she could break something. She instead just showed the raw power she had, following each and every order that Miss gave her to the letter. There was never a moment of hesitation in switching, like a machine told exactly how to process each order. By the end, she herself hadn't come once; even if she is showed on her face and with the lust leaking form her she wished to, she'd held herself back for the sole purpose of knowing that Miss hadn't told her too, something she'd read that was a taboo to commit in these situations." M-Mhm," Girl gave a small nod of thought as she stood up and walked around. In truth, that hadn't even winded her. She could take many more stallions before even showing a small limp. She just stood there and walked a little, before she was given her next order. Her eyes sparkled somewhat as she nodded and moved to get down onto her knees, and almost instantly was working on the toy like she'd intended.... Well. Girl had never met a stallion that had turned down something like this. Most of the time it was easy to lead off with this. This Miss had standards she hadn't quite met yet. That wasn't an issue for Girl just yet, though. She slowly moved her mouth upwards and instead decided to take a more active approach with it, beginning to simply toy with and savor the taste of it on her mouth. Her technique was rather simple: she worked her head slowly, increasing speed and then slowing down to draw out the waves of pleasure that would be going through a real toy, then continued to work her lips. She worked for each throb that a shaft would give her, in effect, and worked to do it well. (NSFW links ahead)While she wasn't reading Girl's mind, the dome had a sense of the incredulity going through her sub. All of this was not what she was used to, clearly, and it seemed unnecessary, but was done out of duty to her role. "That's enough. I get the feeling that when it comes to giving pleasure, you prefer the blunt approach. Find what your partner likes, then hammer that until they gush. So all this might seem like gilding a lily." As she spoke, the woman reached into the basket again, and retrieved another toy. This she merely held at the base, and regarded it. "It's a bit cliché to use a food metaphor for sex, but I'm sure you've had very fine dining before. A lot of care goes into that food. Artistry. A dash of this, a drop of that, and then all worked to have a nice presentation. When all you really need for a sating meal, is say buttered bread and wine." Using her toy, the mare stroked Girl's cheek. "Not every orgasm need to be a five-star chef putting on a palace dinner party, nor do you throw everything in the kitchen into it, but. Some finesse and spiceisnice. This isn't just any orgasm. It is you, performing, serving." Again that villain's smile. "So. It's my turn." Her horn glowed, the aura wrapping around the rubber toy in her grasp, and around Girl. In moments, the white unicorn felt it--felt a hand holding her...her cock. Yes. She was feeling what Miss did to the toy, as if it were her own. As if she had one. And for a minute or two she simply touched the toy, letting Girl orient herself. Experience the touch for the first time, and what sensation was like for reference. The heat and friction of a palm. The tickle of a finger under the glans. Then the mare's horn glowed again, and this time it was her hand that lit. Nowthe sensation was new. It was wet. It was hotter. And with the flex of her fingers, it was like a mouth sucking on the shaft. And once more she went through rudimentary motions, letting Girl experience. It became clear; fingers held the sensation of lips, the wrap of them like a mouth, and it was manipulation path gave the suction. The simple bobbing of a head. Of suction. Of lips on the tip. Onlythendid the real demonstration begin. Her fist went down fast, then drew back slow. As it climbed, the suction was tight, dragging, dragging, only to relax just behind the head. Again. Then again. Her motions then were just the head, sucking it at varying intensities, and tugging at it. Grip loosening, she held the tip in her grasp and then rolled her wrist, like she were stirring a pot. Then tightened again, the suction wicked, and dropped her fist, but turned as it went down, then twisted the opposite as it rose. Finally, it went back to the fast down, then slow up. Finally, it ended with a faster show, a fuller, clear effort meant to finish a stallion off. Through all of this, she watched the mare's face, both to savor her reactions, and monitor her state of arousal; if Girl might be close to orgasm, would slow down, tease, but not let it build. Yet as she came to the end of that little demonstration, she asked, "Tell me...how does all of that compare to this?" And she repeated the technique that Girl had demonstrated. The way that Miss described the tastes was something that took Girl, more than a little bit of time to wrap her head around. Firstly, the idea that Miss had just seen right through her was rather, worrying in a sense. She herself was one that prided on not letting others see what was beyond her mask. If that was the case, she needed to be more careful here. Letting her emotions run wild might let out her secret, which would likely put Miss in a... very different situation. Still, it was more or less just telling that Miss could read it on her face, even if Girl herself didn't show anything. Her body language must have just given her right away from it all. If that was the case, then it only made her wonder how Miss had come to grow this strong so quickly. It took an awful good deal not to immediately hit a peak from the new sensation. As a mare that had only ever experienced life as a mare, this magical touch was one that was perhaps far more amplified than normal. IT was such a different feeling... it was almost more crude, blunt with its feelings. The cock itself wasn't like how her own sex was laid out, making for one touch more of a calming warmth against a slow and sliding thrust. It was almost flat, while the female's pleasure was sharp. She couldn't fully describe it. For now, she just looked Miss dead in the eye and watched her as she began to toy around with the, well, toy, content to put forward as to what exactly the mare was planning to do. In almost a show of stubbornness, it was at first Miss' intention not to say anything, simply out of her own idea that her hundreds of years experience were better. Yet just taking the time to truly have fun with the shaft was something that was... intoxicating. It was hard not to lose herself in it, to almost believe as the pleasure washed over her that this was, indeed, something that belonged to her. Each lick, each suck, it all felt real, with magic connecting them through. Girl was clearly holding back what she felt, letting out a bit of lip here, a soft groan there, a twitch of the eye there, all of which was being held back. Was it stubbornness? Resentment? Or just her having to figure out how to handle it? Just each motion of sucking felt different and yet all connected, like individual threads of pleasure woven together into a beautiful crescendo that all came together to leave Girl panting slightly and reaching up to gently bite her thumb as she thought of how to truly, and fully, respond to it."... That was, a rather.... that was something I don't know how to put into words," Girl panted, trying to work on dropping the formality, "... It felt, amazing, that is what I can say..." That was when her own technique was put to rest. Her own was... far more straightforward. Both would get the job done, and perhaps hers had its merits. But it left her at a moment of pure defeat as she just simply sighed at the end as she twitched from all over her body in pleasure, ".... It was, far better than I could ever do, Miss. I'm sorry for thinking of my own as superior." She lowered her head, a bit of true shame going through her. Just feeling the difference was humbling, to an extent that it left her without any other words to say. Miss could tell the mare was holding back. That was disappointing, as she wanted to be smug in seeing Girl rocked by it all. That and, she just enjoyed the display. Guessing it was pride, or more likely trying to hold back an orgasm, Miss let her have that resistance for now. So when her sub expressed awe, it did give her a bit of satisfaction, both in giving pleasure that had never been experienced, and in proving her case so soundly. Reaching out, she cupped Girl's jaw and lifted it. "Everyone is biased towards themselves." There was more she wanted to show Girl. Among other things, making eye contact and otherwise putting on a visual show. That was a lesson for another day. Once more her horn glowed, and her hand, the toy, and Girl sparkled and tingled a moment before the spell faded. "But apparently you still have enough focus and mind thinking clearly. You've yet to hit subspace. Let's see if we can correct that." Dropping the dick into the basket, she retrieved a simple set of wrist cuffs. Cinching the leather around Girl's wrists, she then seized Girl by the ear and proceeded to drag her like a naughty foal over to the center of the room. There rose a post, dotted along its length with d-rings. And here she bound Girl to it, arms above her head. Slap! Miss clapped her palm across one of the mare's ass-cheeks. Immediately a pop!to the other. She paced in a semicircle, slapping the bound woman on the rump, the thigh, the side of a breast, anywhere there was enough fat on her to safely take it. The intensity varied, from moderate to wicked. That though was only spanking, and when her hand started to get sore, the unicorn's horn glowed and her crop came to her. She claimed it, and began biting Girl's flesh, adding the sharp sting to spots that had thus far suffered the thud. Then she switched between the two without warning. Spiced in between the beatings were smaller, pettier motions. The jab of a thumb into a pressure point, forcing Girl to turn her body for the next strike. Yanking her tail. Just flat out biting the mare's ear at one point. Miss really tested the woman's pain threshold, not just what she could take, but gauging what she reacted most to. Testing her was important, but what Miss really wanted was to force the mare into subspace. To render her mind floating, to banish any complicated thoughts, to leave Girl intoxicated on the sensations and above all, surrendered completely to domination. There were signs, but she prompted the mare. Every so often she would say, "Enjoying this?" or "How about now?" or "Tell me how you feel?" Listening out for Girl's voice to take on a more dreamy quality, or (especially in her case) the word choice to go simplistic. (Although could such a refined woman, who had obvious trouble being blunt, then speak monosyllables even when reduced to such a reflexive state?) Girl was doing her best to let go of the feelings of her own technique being superior. It was petty, and Miss clearly was there to teach her. She'd asked for this, meaning that those thoughts melted away rather quickly. She was eager to see what the mare had in plan for her, which apparently involved cuffs. While she'd tried bondage once or twice before, never had it been this rough. Just being taken like that, a princess being hefted up and thendraggedby her ear, it got a groan of delight from her. Not the pain, but thoroughness it. Just having Miss drag her along felt good. She wanted more of that."... I admit, I've never done something like this before," Miss hadn't restricted her speech yet, so as she was strung up with her hands above her head she needed to at least voice there was some territory here she hadn't hit. Girl wasintothe idea of it, not necessarily ready for it all. But she held her tongue not by obligation, but by anticipation. She wanted to know what Miss had in store for her. So she kept silent, watching Miss, seeing what she was doing, right up until she felt the first smack on her body and everything became both white-hot and crystal clear at the same time. Rather than speak, all that Girl did was squeal out as she felt the strikes. Each one elicited some shriek from her. Strikes on her ass made her moan boorishly, her breasts being punished was a bit more of a pained moan but one that made her jut her chest out nonetheless. Her legs were sensitive enough that attacking her thighs actually hurt in a bad way, making her jerk her legs back. She was waiting a bit for the mare to say something, but that wasn't even the whole show. She was trying her hardest just to get her head on straight, to feel what it was that Miss was doing to her. All the petty little jabs, they just heightened the sensations." T-the legs hurt, p-please stop the legs!" Girl begged out after a while, "I-It feels good, f-feels... feels..." A bit of lust was truly running down her thigh by now. The pain was putting her mind in a heightened state, but that was taxing. Taxing enough that she was slowly falling down into the subspace. Another yank to her tail and a slap on the ass. She jerked her head back, which left her breasts open for a harder strike. She jerked forward and quaked, her body feeling sore and pained, but also alive. Alight, even. Such treatment was... "L-Love..." She was beginning to crack, "F-Feels, good.... m-more, please..." She held her rear up in the air. Girl had an insane pain tolerance to be able to take all this beating and still ask for more. Or, was she just that slutty she didn't care about the pain? "G-Give me more, p-please, Miss!" Naturally Miss stopped abusing those legs. She had already gotten a sense that they were hurting in the wrong way, and focused on everything above them. Shame, as there are several good spots on the thighs, and calves are fat enough to take a hit or two as well. Sweat glistened on the dome's pelt as she took a breather. This was far more of a workout than she was getting lately, but the results were worth it. She had the mare riding high on the abuse. Tossing the crop aside, she concluded this was the end of that. Back to the basket, where she retrieved a gag, and bound Girl's head swiftly. Once silenced, she unhooked the mare from the post, and instead transferred her arms behind her back, just above her tail. So confined, Girl was marched back to the couch--and shoved across the arm of it. "You've had your pleasure. Now it's my turn. Be still and quiet, and do not cum. Stomp if you're about to, but I'll overcross at being interrupted." With that, she fucked Girl. Wholly one-sided, Miss focused on making herself orgasm as swiftly as possible, seemingly ignoring the mare beneath her as though she were one of the toys they had been playing with. Unless Girl interrupted her, the dome would simply pump until she came, pull free, wipe her wet dick on pink hair, and walk away. The unicorn would be left gagged, tied, dripping. Treating a sub like this was a bit unusual for the dome. Even if they were into being objectified, she preferred there to be more action and response from them, make them please her, indulgehersatisfaction. The usage was treated as casual rather than mechanical. But Girl had brought up being gagged and bound, brought up being used by the two stallions, at her body being wholly belonging to Miss and surrendering to use. Further, Miss thought this treatment would go along with the subspace she was in: just enduring, floating along in a sea of contented use, unable to do more than breathe and twitch. In truth, Miss would have ended the session without sex, but she was both quite worked up, and the experience she wanted Girl to take away from today was a sampling of different BDSM flavors, a blur of highlights to be reflected on later for what was enjoyed most. Miss left Girl on the couch long enough for her to feel as though she had been tossed aside. Long enough for the dome to clean herself up proper, gather a few things and return. She removed the gag and cleaned the drool, wiped Girl's loins with a damp cloth and did the same to her hair. And then slowly freed her, worked Girl's arms a little, and coaxed the unicorn to lay across her lap. There she rubbed all the spots that had been slapped and whipped. Brushed Girl's hair, then tail, then pelt. Pet in long strokes, hugged her, and otherwise held the other woman, cooing softly, repeating "You did very well," and "I'm pleased." Throwing someone into the subspace was a feeling that was hard to describe unless one was inside of it. It wasn't quite being fully out of it; it was simple to still feel lust and react to it accordingly. The smacks and jabs were clearly things that Girl enjoyed; it was less so the pain in the end, however, and more so the idea that someone was just using her like that. It was partially the feeling of someonedaringto hurt her like that, someone confident enough to make her squeal and cry out without worrying about what would happen next. Living a life of being confined to just having to deal with being a paragon meant pleasures like that were often out of her reach. And now, Miss was giving them to her. The gag was something that left her stunned. She hadn't expected for Miss to do that just yet; she'd been very tactical thus far and wanted her to simply tell her what she wanted, so to feel her lips being shut was a new experience. Not an experience that she disliked, but one that she did want to see where it went. That feeling of being used only filled her even more as she was taken down and then thrown down against the couch. Such treatment was exactly what she... what she... No, there wasn't room for thought like that now that she was getting fucked. It'd been too long since someone had done this. Most stallions were intimidated and wanted to make her feel good. Those that even did want to take her lust seriously didn't do so exactly eagerly either. This, however, was just her being used. She was told not to cum, and so she didn't. Instead, she reveled in the feeling of it. Miss wasn't gentle with her, nor was she even really thinking about her. It was inconsiderate, rude... amazing. Her fingers curled up within their bonds and her body jerked several times feeling her slit just being... pumped. Thought wasn't on her mind, all she was focusing on was that beautiful, delicious sensation. Miss was powerful, raw, something that Girl craved and wished she could have even more of... And then... it was over. Girl let out a little muffle of surprise as Miss pulled out and left her there. Her mind was left swimming somewhat, trying to handle those last few waves of delight that coursed into her. Not once had she came during the entire time, so part of her focus was waiting for that burning desire to come down. But it soon gave way to loneliness, knowing that Miss had left, and she was still bound. She didn't want to move, but she also wanted Miss to come back. It wasn't a good feeling; after leaving her in such a heightened state, making her collapse like this was... cruel. Then Miss was back, and in a few swirls of motions, Girl was cleaned off and laying in the mare's lap. She panted a few times, getting her senses back to her. The aftercare was much appreciated. After such intensity, she needed it. She held back from fully cuddling the mare, if only because she wasn't strong enough at present to do just that, "T-Thank you," Girl responded gently, "T-That was amazing." "You're welcome. It was my pleasure." And it was mostly true. Being the first to introduce Sunny to something she had wanted so long, was something she greatly enjoyed. The look of bliss and contentment and awe was her satisfaction. While Girl wasn't strong enough to cuddle, Miss was. And she did for twenty minutes more." I'm going to take care of something," she murmured, nudging Girl aside. "I'll be back in a few." And she bustled up the stairs, then back. The pleasure-drunk unicorn might have lost track of time. But eventually Miss was there. "Alright. It's time to take the collar off, it's time to stop being Girl. Ready?" And, when she was, the dome took off the collar. Then Silken Snare removed her own gloves. "You are you again. You belong to no one." Sunny's clothes were sat in her lap, and she was directed to the bathroom, for any deeper cleaning and to get her head on straight on private. Silken Snare was waiting for her, a package in hand, looking a bit tired but pleased. Girl was happy to just sit there and cuddle for a long time. After everything she'd more or less endured, she needed that time to truly get her head on straight. After that day, more or less a sampling of what she might be able to take, she had come to understand more about herself. Miss had done wonders for her in that regard, to show her more of who she was, more of what she could be. More of what she truly wanted. Indeed, as Girl waited there, she was more or less still drunk on lust and letting herself enjoy the feelings of it all. Once the collar came off, however, she seemed to implicitly understand that something had changed. She had to stop and allow herself to focus. And thus, she did just that, bringing herself back to Sunny. She was grateful she hadn't gotten so drunk that she let her spell slip; it was one she didn't have to maintain, but could snap if she thought bout it without doing something like checking herself first. It would have been a shock to do that, after all; for now she just went to wash up." Snare," Sunny panted out, "Thank you... thank you for today. I know that I likely pushed you in many ways. And, I believe that I know more about what I desire. You've given me much to think about. I will be far more direct with you from now on." She smiled warmly, taking the package and gently opening it up to see what was inside. Leaning in, Silken kissed Sunny on the forehead, to one side of the horn. "You were lovely. Giving you a better understanding of yourself is exactly what I aim to do." But when Sunny went to open the package, she swatted her hand. "When you get home, or where you can find some privacy." With that, Silken politely but unyielding ushered the other woman out. She was tired. Satisfied, but tired. As soon as the more was closed, she trundled up the stairs for a good, long rest. Whenever Celestial opened the parcel, she found inside two pieces of paper, a simple black choker, and a dildo. The first letter read, Sunny, These are the instructions for the next part of your training, if you want to continue playing. Included in this box are the homework I have for you, and the toy for carrying it out. The choker is yours. Think of it like my secret collar when we're not together. Wear it when you do your homework, whenever you want to feel like Girl again, or remember the experience. Our next session is whenever you can make it. I prefer it be longer, at least overnight. Please send a word in advance, so I can prep. Bring whatever clothes you own that you consider the most risqué and spicy; show me what you have. (No crotchless panties please.) On the other hand, if for whatever reason you can't or don't want to continue, you needn't send word, and I won't take offense. No harm, no worry. Keep the toy and choker as mementos. It was a delight, Silken On the second paper, Girl, Every night I want you to practice the techniques I showed you. One night the swirling pelvis and other riding exercises, and the next the down fast/up slow cocksucking technique, lipping and sucking the tip, tugging it, etc. Do 10 'reps' of 10 seconds for each one, and then repeat the whole routine again. You may orgasm only after you have finished the night's exercises. There were a few hastily-sketched diagrams.Also, I want you to think about our session and write down your thoughts and feelings. What worked, what didn't, what you would like to try that we did not do. This is feedback to help me for our next session. Include this letter when you send word when you can make the next session. --Miss There was a certain feeling that leaving the care of Silken Snare gave Sunny. Or rather, the feeling that it gave Princess Celestial. As she exited the place with a warm departure and returned to her castle in secret, she transformed her body back to its far larger and more recognizable self. There was a certain feeling of dirtiness that came with leaving, especially as she went about the rest of her day inside the castle. Was it shame? Perversion? Simply something more? She wasn't sure, but she wanted to find out. She wanted to feel more, and thus when she opened the box at the end of her evening to read what was inside, it left her with a small rush. The first letter left her wit ha more gentle rush, one that was kind and felt like a caring mare that wished to help guide her down a path she wanted. It was one that reminded her of how caring and thoughtful that Silken was in the beginning, The second, however, reminded her of what happened in their session. It reminded her of the feeling of submission, of true love and delight, of getting to be a submissive and indulge in that primal feeling. Furthermore, it was after reading the letter that she ensured her door was shut, a spell was on her room to prevent any from seeing inside, and began to practice. Going through the motions were simple enough, and by now she had come to at least acknowledge there was a world of technique she had missed out on in her lonely years. That was perhaps her just being stuck in the past, and now she was coming out of it. She kept at it, as it trying to regain some feeling of who she was a Girl, as trying to get her body back to what she can do. And thus, when it came time to finish, she made sure she was in an aroused state before drafting her letter on the back of the one addressed to Girl. Miss Snare, I am able to make a regularly scheduled set of meetings each Wednesday and Friday, with the latter being overnight. I believe we can begin this on this Friday, if you are available. I trust that you will keep this discreet between us. Furthermore, I am paying for this to be sent by dragon fire to ensure it reaches you swiftly. Miss, The session was wonderful. I would love to try more of the pain, I think I can work in more legs next time. I wish to lean more into bondage and pain, those two were what I enjoyed the most. Furthermore, I would like to also learn how to better serve you and not disappoint you with my skills. Furthermore, I felt the greatest rush when you were inside me and would like that a lot more. Please, if we can, I would like to be tied up and learn how to serve you more. ~Girl Funny, receiving letters from a mentor, being guided, getting homework, composing diary-like responses. It was almost like a far more adult, more lewd version of Celestial's relationship with Twilight Sparkle. When the message arrived, Silken Snare's eyebrows climbed up around her horn. Dragon fire! The parchment still held the smell of it. While she had suspected Sunny was well off and important, she hadn't expected that. A courier, sure, but... She shook her head. The schedule would do. What left her wondering was the bit about pain. The impression she had was that the beating she had delivered was quite intense, and going harder was going to be a challenge. Canes were as far as she went, and that was something Silken didn't want to jump to right away. Bondage would be easier. And so would sex, and general pleasure; that had been...efficient, for various reasons. The next would be prolonged, would be lush, and would force Girl to put out some effort. For now though, she had to prep. Going over her spells, for one, as well as one of her special items. Then perusing her toy selection. Owning the shop didn't mean she used the floor merchandise--that would be a breach of ethics--but when she didn't have everything, it meant buying something from herself. A temptation she could easily fall into... With a sigh, she marked an item or two off her inventory, then noted on her ledger. Other things needed to be put together, but in the morning... Perhaps Celestial's letter to the mare could have been more direct, yet she hadn't known quite how to zero in on what she liked. She had enjoyed what she wrote down and that was that. She felt as though she'd been given a good amount of exposure to everything she wanted, and thus now she was getting her chance to enjoy even more of it. Furthermore, she was eager to go and see more of this Silken Snare, even if it would involve a lot of workarounds on her part. Furthermore, she would need to figure out how to get out of the castle, and how to properly tie off her disguise spell so as not to need to maintain it manually. The first issue was perhaps the harder one, but doable. After many days of work, she'd managed to create a small portal behind a portrait in her room that would link to a random small vacant building in Canter lot's lower ring. That would give her an place to change and set up her disguise before going off to Silken's shop. It was a bit of a walk, but necessary in order to continue with this sordid and lovely affair. She would need to be quick and resourceful about it. Thankfully, the guards for her room were the only other souls that knew of her leaving the castle, and thus would cover for her if needed. That being said, it was on the agreed upon day that 'Sunny' returned to the shop and slowly entered, carrying with her a small purse with the two items that she'd been given alongside the letters. She wasn't certain if she was meant to leave them behind, but it felt wrong not to have them with her. Stepping inside the shop sent a bit of a rush through her, knowing that she was about to become not Celestial, nor Sunny, but 'Girl' once more. If Miss Snare's words were true, then that was what she had to expect. And thus, she waited, waited for another day to begin with them, another time for her to indulge. "Ahh, there you are," Silken Snare cooed at the mare's arrival. She wore fashionable trousers and a peasant's top, the later showing just enough cleavage to be interesting. "Be with you shortly." Unfortunately the shop wasn't empty; there was a stallion looking chipper and excited of new prospects, and the sound of someone upstairs. The chatterbox only allowed her to get a murmured word in to Sunny's ear. "If you brought anything, go ahead and take it all the way up the stairs." Eventually the person on the second floor, another stallion, came down with an armload of items, showing them off, as the couple bantered about what to get. Finally, Silken got them out the door. Really. Next time she will simply close before her guest's arrival. Mounting the stairs, she found Sunny and surveyed the outfit the woman had brought, what she considered "enticing". Unless the clothes were instead packed away. "Alone at last. Before we get started, I want to offer a choice while you're clearheaded." Caressing along Sunny's jaw, she asked, "Would you like to begin with bondage or with pleasure? As the two won't have much overlap I'm afraid." Enticing... now that was something that Sunny wasn't used to wearing. Being a paragon meant that wearing something that wasn't elegant or respectful was out of the question. Thanks to some connections in the fashion industry, she'd found herself wearing a dress that she believed was what Silken wished for. It was a beautiful black dress that shimmered as it lay on her body, leaving one leg open through a slit that kept the parting of her legs just barely contained in it. The fabric clung to her sides and her chest, not showing a massive amount of cleavage but just enough to make the eye guess for more. She'd put on heels as well, just to add to the look. Both hair and tail had been strained and styled back to shimmer just like her gown. It wasn't an issue for Sunny to truly wait; she'd done so on end for most of her life, so waiting a few minutes was almost nothing to her. As they ascended the stairs back up to the place that Sunny had found herself getting rather warm thinking about, she looked over to Silken just before she felt fingers running along her jawline. The sensation brought back enough memories to make her eyes almost dilate." I believe that we should start with pleasure," Sunny responded back, "There is likely far newer with bondage, best to start with the old and then move into the new." She paused, "I did everything you asked of me, Miss Snare. I also brought the tools you gave me," She patted her purse, "I'm ready to pursue what we have talked about now." The choice earned Sunny a flash of teeth, the grin sly, as if to say "just you wait". Then the mare smiled more sincerely and stroked Sunny's arm. "Those areyoursto keep. Trust me, there are plenty enough here. But I'm glad you did your homework. And it no doubt will come into play." She ran her nails along the other mare's flank. "Mm. That dress is tasty, and I love what you did with your hair... but you chose pleasure and what I have planned would make a mess of that dress. So that means, in part, giving you a makeover. Undress." The toy basket was back, along with the addition of a mirror. Silken plucked from the basket her gloves, but the collar she brought out was new. Dark leather braided with a silver chain, and a pendant with a magical symbol of binding. "This is a very special collar. It pops off with a safe word." She demonstrated, cinching it around her throat before saying, "Freedom." The collar didn't just open but fell to the floor. "Any spell cast on you while the collar is on will come off. This way even an earth pony or a Pegasus can safe word out of a spell. An extra bit of surprise though--a unicorn can't cast magic while wearing the collar." She opened the collar, offering to place it on Sunny's throat. The ritual then proceeded, the two becoming Girl and Miss. Miss cupped the back of Girl's neck and drew her to the mirror. "Now... You said that your body was mine, to modify at my leisure. Let's exercise that." Her horn glowed, and a tingle of magic tickled through Girl's pelt before her hips widened; giving a more bottom heavy impression, but one that looked natural without being ludicrously out of proportion. Miss made certain the effect didn't leave her with a big rear either, said bottom tightened, so that while wide it was certainly small and taut. The effect gave just the hint of a thigh gap. Next she ran her fingers through Girl's pink hair, disturbing the styling---and then her pink locks curled, not a kinky mess or corkscrews but enough to give volume and look intriguing. That short tail was lengthened, and here she bound the first few inches, the wrapping forcing the mare's tail up at an arch. A fashion that had once been regal but had since become more risqué, the tail less obscuring of the ass and drawing attention to it. Finally, the front of Girl's pelt darkened. Practically a line from the bridge of her muzzle down past her ethers, the fur turned black like she'd walked into a freshly painted pole. "Better to show cum," she explained matter-of-factly. A turn would show that the dark swath bisected her buttocks. The look was incredibly exotic; two-tone pelts happened--donkeys most notably, but zebra had no stripes down their front for instance--but it was a rare thing in ponies and adarkerfront was unheard of. All these modifications would of course end when the collar popped off. Miss ran her teeth along the mare's ear. "This pleases me, but I am still curious what you think." Seeing that her choice of attire had been well received was a relief to Sunny. She'd worried that she had perhaps played it too safe, yet having top fashion designers that were key at making clothing that was alluring, yet safe was a massive plus. She'd, of course, done this in the form of Sunny, since she lost a significant amount of height and her royal... 'assets.' Celestial had rather large breasts and a comparable behind, but given how tall she was it was all in proportion to her body. Being Sunny was somewhat easier to manage, clothing wise at least. And it seemed that Silken was enjoying her body as well, which was rather nice. She could easily change how it was with a thought, but she did enjoy it upfront. The first worry that the collar presented to Sunny was the worry of whether her own magic would be cancelled when the collar was on. If that was the case, she was in trouble. Yet Silken didn't mention that, only that unicorns couldn't cast magic with it on. So long as the spell on her body was tied off to her own magical reserves and not one she was actively casting, it would be okay, "Freedom, I can remember that," Sunny smiled, "It's a rather beautiful collar," She also added. It was true, but it was also to help quell her nerves about if Silken was about to find out something new. Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case, and instead the collar clicked on around her neck and led her to feel her mind transition back to the feeling of Girl once more. She walked in front of the mirror and nodded her head, "It is indeed," Girl informed her, staying her breath. When the magic started, she was eager to see what tastes that this mare had. It turned out, unique ones. With a small shudder, Girl felt her rear changing. Given that this was already a form she was assuming, the change wasn't exactly too out there for her, but it was different knowing that it was another mare doing it to her. Feeling her rear tighten up and perk up was a bizarre feeling, but one that made her look down and see the way that her thighs parted just barely to make the sight more, appealing. Her hair and tail were both things that she wasn't used to doing; curling her mane was normally seen as tacky, and to bind her tail so that the fur swished around her ass and made the eye look towards it was far too risqué for her. Yet the more startling was seeing a full stretch of black fur go through her, and it was that which drew her eye the most. Watching it travel down and then go between her rear cheeks was perhaps the icing on the cake, leaving her to take several moments to turn and look to see just what Silken Snare had done to her." It's... certainly differently," Girl got out at first to show she was aware of it, "The new fur is strange but... fun," That was the only word she could think of, "I can see you like my butt more than by breasts," Girl also pointed out, looking back towards Miss and nodding her head with a smile, "I like it, Miss. Is this all you wish to do to me right now?" "Your breasts are fairly perfect," she replied. Cupping one of the now dark curves, she squeezed it. "I don't care for a chest too small or too large. But it's true, they're not what really gets my blood racing." Her thumb traced the nipple, the pink standing out so starkly among all that dark hide. "Ilovebutts, and a set of wide hips make me dizzy." Bringing her hand up to Girl's collar, she hooked a finger in the d-ring and drew the mare close for a kiss. Long, sultry, flirtatious. Showing the heat but being teasing about it. She pulled back, laughing richly. "Oh my dear, I have onlystartedto do things to you. But those are the only changes I'll make to your bodythisvisit. But...mm, you said you were good with disguises. Maybe you'll adopt these changes before showing up again?" Those violet eyes twinkled; did she know that more than Sunny's name was fake? Or was it simply an educated guess? Pulling away from Girl, she trotted to the basket and plucked from it some clothing. This she handed to Girl. "Dress." A short red top, off one shoulder and showing a bit of black cleavage, but it was more that it exposed a lot of belly. The pink skirt was flowing and flirty and terribly short. Lacy stockings, red like the top. A pair Fred tango panties. "You can keep your heels," she directed, gesturing to the ones Girl had arrived in. While she dressed, Miss must have grabbed something else, because when Girl looked back, the mare was holding an hourglass. "Here's your assignment. Go out and collect a fresh load of cum. The rules are that you return by the time the sand runs out, you've not cleaned any off, and not a drop makes it into your mouth; it's either on your fur or pumped into one of your other holes." Miss looked Girl in the eye and turned the hourglass over, the sand now trickling down.

Princess of Desire [Soft Stroke x Deante]|rating:4.0

Wake up Call (leia x GrumpT)

@GrumpTKellifinally got herself out of Podunk... she admittedly didn't have a great plan as to where to go from here, but big city, big lights... she didn't really have a plan in mind as to when she finally got out of there... she just barely had enough money to take a bus from there to Savannah, of all places to move to! At least now, she managed to make it out of state, barely... but Savannah was all she could afford when she bought her ticket. Unfortunately, she barely had $100 to her name, and all the hotels nearby were just so darned expensive... she could really only afford one night, unless she found a hole in the wall, and she wasn't finding much along those lines... most were 60 or 70 a night, which meant she'd barely have enough for meals tomorrow. She sighed softly as she set her pack down, one of the few things she'd refused to toss when she'd decided to drop out of her last months of school. She had no idea where she could possibly go to college withhergrades, and job prospects in Podunk were so, ugh... waitressing or working in the hardware store, andeverythinglooked like the 60s were calling for their decor back. Sure there were other places to work, but they were either family only or had one person running them. She'hoped get a job somewhere here, even if it was McDonald's, but when she couldn't afford more than a night, she'd be on the streets before she got her first paycheck. She could afford to go back to her hometown, but her family kicked her out when she'd dropped out. Also, it was hard to get a job sometimes when your dad was the freakin' police chief. 'Why not just work here as a file clerk, hon? Or... you could answer phones!' was Betty's response; the only problem was it'd take work away from Betty or Jane, and they only just barely needed those two women. They had a whopping number of 6 officers for their whole town of 5000, and even then, two were part-time. She sighed softly as she walked into a nearby Motel 6, it looked decent enough, and theyclaimedlow rates, but the cheapest room was $50 a night... sure, she could get two nights with her money, but no food. One night... that was all she could do, no matter what. At least here she'd have money for food tomorrow, maybe find a youth hostel or something,,, and shyly smiled at an older man nearby. He looked nice enough, but she wasn't really interested in anything he had to say. "One night, please... your lowest cost room you have," she said to the desk clerk as she considered handing him money, only to find out she needed credit card. 'Dammit!!' she cursed under her breath, she could afford one night, but they needed a damned credit card! She slumped down in the nearest seat, as she tried to figure out her next move. She was on the verge of tears at this point due to frustration. Kelli Stevens is 18, 5'8, 110 lbs, 36d Just another beautiful day in Savanah. Max thought to himself as he sat at the bus station. He needed some new talent and the younger it was the better. You could call him a talent scout. No, he wasn't looking for a singer or an actress. Although, the ability to act a little wouldn't be a bad thing, he thought to himself. Max was more interested in finding a young girl who could work in the service industry. He saw several bus's pull in but didn't find much. Yeah, there were a few young mom's with baby's inhere arms, but they wouldn't be able to bring a baby with them to this job. Then he saw the bus from Hinesville unloading. As he stood across the room from the gate. He saw this pretty young thing with long legs and nice sized breasts. She was traveling pretty light. She was the best prospect he'd seen all day. It was clear she was on her own. As she looked for a cheap room. Max noticed she paid close attention to the Motel 6 sign. That was the cheapest room in town. I bet she doesn't have a credit card. It was only a few blocks away. So he drove his Lincoln SUV to the motel and once again parked and observed her from a distance. The closest he had gotten was when he held the door open for her as she walked into the motel. "Is there anything I can do for you miss?" He asked her quietly but she ignored him. So once again he would wait. I t wasn't long, and she was not slouched over in a lobby chair, her frustration overwhelming her. He walked over to her and leaned over slightly. "Hi, my name is Max. You look like you could use some help, maybe a place to stay? I might be able to help you, if you'd like." Max had put the ball in her court. Now it was up to her. Max Hampton 45 yaw old, 6 ft. 215 lbs. She mumbled a thank you as the older man opened the door for her, she was always taught not to trust strangers, but Ithaca hotel. She glanced up at the older man as he asked if he could do anything for her. "Look miss, you can stay without a credit card, but you have to give ustwonights worth of money, and then no problem!" The hotel clerk shot her a smirk, figuring that she couldn't afford it. If she gave them two nights' worth of stay money, she had nothing for food, and she cursed under her breath. "I don't suppose you know of a hostel around here?" her southern drawl obvious as she spoke." Well, Range a place to stay, but they want two nights worth of money since I don't have a freakin' credit card! Grrr!" she stomped back over to her backpack, still trying to figure out her next move. Shedidhave a sleeping bag, but it wasn't like she could find a pup tent around here, or she didn't think so, anyway. "Aww, you seem sweet Max, but mama always taught me not to talk to strangers, I'll figuresomethin'out, I reckon. Kelli, for what it's worth." Although, the offer of a place to staywastempting... "h-how much are we talkin', I only got a hundred bucks, 'n' it ain't going to get me a room 'n' meals. I'm only stayin' the night before movin' on." She brushed her skirt lightly, a nervous habit she'd had since she was little. She'd been awestruck by the lights of the city, but when reality slapped her in the face, she was starting to feel trapped instead. If someone was used to the look she had, you could tell she was a runaway, or at least a young lady down on her luck. Truth was, she'd thought she could put her roots down here, and reality was hitting her hard. She had little money, no place to move into, and very little belongings to her name. Just a few changes of clothes, and a picture of her family before her little brother passed away... and, of course, her sleeping bag. Well, maybe she could find a spot in the alley or something, but shuddered at that thought. Maybe a homeless shelter, but this area looked too glitzy and glamorous for something like that nearby. "Or maybe you could point me in the direction of the nearest shelter?" Max had heard the line about 'mama said never to talk to strangers.' He smiled at that moment. "So did mama tell you to run away with a hundred bucks, no job, and no place to stay, too?" He knew she wouldn't like his remark, but she was smart enough to know the answer to that question. He waited for a few minutes, letting his first response sink in to her head. "Sure, I'll take you to a homeless shelter. The shelter won't charge you a thing. You'll go to sleep in that nice warm sleeping bag. You'll sleep like a little baby. Furthermore, you'll wake up in the morning, the shelter will feed you breakfast, and you'll be on your way." he paused, "Lunch time! Furthermore, you'll walk into McDonald's order your lunch off the dollar menu, you'll reach into your backpack, for some money to pay for your lunch, and your hundred dollars? Gone! So now what do you have?" Max shook his head, "Then what are you going to do?" Max he'd met a few runaways over the years. Telling them the truth always pissed them off. The job she'd be doing? Mama wouldn't approve of that either. But she'd be on her own, and it would be interesting anyway. It could be exciting too. Her body would answer that question for her. Was she smart enough and did she have the guts to do what she needed to do to survive? Max said what she needed to hear. Now, it was up to her. "If you want my help? I'll be sitting out front in that black Lincoln SUV. I'll give you thirty minutes to make up your mind. Either go to the homeless shelter and be flat ass broke in the morning. Or take me up on the offer of a place to stay and a job to go with it. You make the call! I'm leaving in thirty minutes with or without you. Either way, good luck, Girl." Max walked out the front to the black SUV he mentioned, got in, and waited. "Who says I only had a hundred when I left home? It's all I have left, as I took a bus," she couldn't believe she was telling him all this, maybe because he was her dad's age? "No... but then again, mama don't care no more, she kicked me out." She shuddered at the thought that her money and ID would be gone when she went to lunch, she wouldn't be surprised. She glared at him even still, her mama may have kicked her out, but she still cared for her. "Why do I get the feelin' that's probably what'd happen, 'n' I'd be lucky if I even still had my wallet at that point? Then I guess I'd have to find a soup kitchen or somethin'... or *shudder* beg." She wanted to smack him, but with only a hundred to her name, it was obvious she wouldn't last long without being on the streets." Well, mama ain't around to care no more, is she? I mean, do you see her here? Wait... I never said I was a runaway!" she glared at him, she didn't care what he thought about her, she might have been a bit slow on the uptake, but she wasn't stupid. It just had taken her a minute to figure out he'd called her a runaway when she'd never said season. She hemmed and hawed, glared at the desk clerk a few times, before sighing softly and grabbing her backpack. Shedefinitelyhadn't been realistic in thinking she could get by with a hundred in the city. Back home, it could get you at least four nights and a twenty left over. Theyneverasked for a credit card there either. In about twenty minutes, she picked up her pack and headed for the SUV, as much as part of her didn't want to... but he mentioned a job too, unless she misheard him. She was just glad they didn't kick her out already, she was obviously alone, and didn't have the money for a room either. "I. I guess I'll come with you, as much as my instincts say no," her foot dragged slightly on the sidewalk as she climbed in. She nibbled softly on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had... maybe he was just being nice? Although, the Lincoln screamed money, making her think he was rich. She hadn't been in too many, but it seemed to have a lot of bling. Max observed her from the driver's seat of his SUV. She didn't have a clue what life was about, but she thought she knew it all. His offer was real, but she had to commit to staying and working for him for that week. He'd keep her ID to make sure that she did. After twenty minutes, he watched her as she came out to his front passenger door. He waves her to get in. After she had gotten into the vehicle. He was amazed at her appreciation. "Let's get something straight right now! If you want to go sleep under some viaduct and get yourself killed? Pick the fucking viaduct! I have a job for a girl like you! Whether it's you today or another girl who shows up next week! I couldn't care less! Am I clear?" Max paused for a moment and then continued. "Here's the deal. You will stay at my Lifestyle Hotel at an employee rate of three hundred and fifty dollars for seven nights. You will work for me the entire week. Furthermore, you can keep your one hundred dollars but you ID and your backpack stay in my possession the entire time. One week from today, if you don't want to stay and work for me? I will take your rent money out of your pay, give you the rest, and you can have your ID and backpack back. You will be free to leave! Am I clear?" Max waited for her to agree or disagree with his terms. "You got booted, girl. It's time you pull up your big girls pants and figure out how you're going to take care of yourself! Cause from what you've told me? Mommy and daddy don't want you coming back." Max had given her the hard truth, but someone needed to. So he was the asshole. "No... I-I definitely don't want to sleep under some viaduct or in an alley, that's just gross. I've heard too many stories about what happens in them there homeless encampments, none of 'em good. Obviously, I had no clue what really goes on in the city when you live in such places. 'N' a girl like me probably wouldn't last long without either being stabbed or raped, or worse." She may not have ever been in a Lincoln before, but she still appreciates it nonetheless." Lifestyle Hotel? Never heard of 'em," she shrugged. That kind of money in a week wasn't bad, but losing her stuff even for a week did bother her. "What am I supposed to wear, if you've got all my belonging's?" she was afraid to know the answer to that question, she wasn't so sure it was a great answer. "Crystal... 'n' I guess I can live with that... I'm guessin' there's going to be clothes in the room I can wear?" She was nearly in tears when he mentioned her getting booted, but sadly it was true... her parents HAD kicked her out, and she didn't deny his words, even if it hurt to hear them. "Only way they'd let me come back is if I'm workin' or goin' to school... even with workin' they said it better be a good payin', 'respectable' job, whateverthatmeans. I guess no strippin' or hookin' or makin' pornos," she giggled, like she'd ever Dothan." Fine... I guess I'll try it for a week, 'n' see what happens after," she shrugged. She reluctantly took out her wallet, minus her ID, and plopped her pack on the floor of the SUV. That be better than nothing, anyway, or so she hoped. Once she agreed to his terms. He put the Lincoln in drive and off they went. He drove and listened to her talk. Not saying much about her comments about this or that. Until of course she made remarks about the strippers, hookers, and porn stars. "You know those girls work hard and make a lot of money. Why wouldn't be respectable"" He paused a moment. Have you ever heard of the DOM / sub lifestyle?" He waited, giving her a chance to think about it and then continued. "A DOM. Is the one in control. In most cases where you're concerned, that will be the man. If you wanted to experience it with a woman? That's a possibility. In either you'll be the submissive. Your Does will treat you as they see fit. You'll do as you're told. If a man tells you to suck his dick? You will comply. If he tells you to swallow? You will comply. He might want to tie you up and shove a gag in your mouth? You will comply! Do you understand me? Oh yeah, if you're good? They can tip you. It can be quite a nice piece of change, and it would all be yours." She would notice that they were now on the outskirts of the city. She would notice a sign with red lettering that read 'Lifestyle Hotel.' Max pulled into the parking lot and parked near the sign that read, 'Office'. After shutting off the engine. Max reached down in front of his new girl and took hold of the backpack. "Come on, let's go inside." Once they were both out of the car. He led her up a short three stair staircase. He opened the oak wood door that had stained-glass windows in it. The lobby was brightly lit, had a light shad of gray carpet. The counter was oak as well as the table and the six wooden chairs in the lobby. Max disappeared into a back room which was where her backpack went. He came out a few minutes with a paper for her to fill out her name and sign it. It was a rental agreement for one week." What do you want for dinner?" He asked her. "I'll buy." He said with a smile. "I guess, but it's not 'Christian' to work those jobs in their minds, not that they even go to church. Umm, no.?" she thought about it the DOM/sub lifestyle. She wasn't sure about doing that, though... it seemed a little odd to her. She'd never really explored any 'lifestyle' things, as she wasn't much over 18 when she'd been kicked out. "Not sure about a woman... maybe if I felt nails on certain places, I might like it, but I couldn't, you know, have sex with them. I don't swing that way. Maybe? I'm not sure... I've never thought about something like that, or having to do stuff like that. Furthermore, I mean... Furthermore, I guess I could? Hamm the nice piece of change is definitely appealing. I didn't even know peopledidthat kind of thing. What happens if I refuse? Not that I plan to or anythin',"... yet, anyway. She shuddered as she realized that they were no longer in the city, maybe this wasn't a bad thing after all, the quiet, the lack of busy traffic was definitely a plus in her books. She hesitated briefly as she saw him take her pack, she knew she'd agreed to it, but it seemed strange to see it in his hands instead. Furthermore, she let out the breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding as she gazed at the amazing looking doors, no matter what she definitely loved the stained-glass. Furthermore, she almost hated seeing her belongings leave her sight, even knowing they'd be in the office, and hopefully safe, she took a look around and decided she liked the place, even if the chairs looked a bit stiff. Furthermore, she quickly signed the paper, not even reading anything that was there. It seemed to be something about renting, her name and a bunch of blah blah blah, anyway." I'm not sure... maybe lasagna or something along those lines? I'm starving... Furthermore, I was too nervous to eat until I got into the city, so didn't even have lunch," she giggled. "This place isreallypretty... I might get too used to being here, 'n' not want to leave," she grinned. Max was enjoying her personality. She seemed to be loosening up a bit. It was all fine. He just sat behind the wheel and drove. She was getting herself used to her new life. It amazed him that she was changing her way of looking at things. What where negatives were now positives or at least definite maybes any way. Max made the decision about dinner. He called a little Italian place and ordered a Lasagna dinner which included garlic bread. "So what are you thirsty for? You have had a rough day. So whatever you want to drink? Is fine with me." Sa after dinner he would show her to her room and the clothes that were available to her. "So what's your favorite colors or color scheme?" The question came out of nowhere. He had ideas, and he hoped it would make her feel more comfortable. Once dinner showed up. The two of them sat at the table and ate. What was left over. Was wrapped up and Max handed it to her. "There is at least one or two more meals in here for you.?" Max then grabbed a key for a room. They walked to the room which was more like a cabin that was the color scheme that she liked. Max then showed her the short nighties that she could wear. Then reopened up the closet and showed her all the outfits available for her to wear on a regular basis. "There are some conservative outfits in here as well. You must always wear the short sexy nighties! You never know when a client will show up in the early morning and shag you out of bed. So I hope you like being waked up in the morning." She didn't know it, but her first client would be here bright and early. "Don't forget to put your food away." He told her as he left her alone for the night. "Sprite is fine with me... not sure if I want anythin' stronger, don't know how I'd handle it," her face turned a light pink as she said so. "Maybe a small glass of wine? I've not really had anythin' outside special occasions." She wasn't sure about some of the stuff he was talking, but it did start her thinking as far as that went, with what he'd said." I usually like blue and white as far as color schemes go... not big on pink," though she was confused as to why he'd asked. Maybe he had these rooms in certain colors or something? She doubted he'd change a whole room around for someone thatmightbe there a week at best. Once the lasagna arrived, and she opened the container, she dug in. "Mmm, definitely they make some good lasagna. Sounds good to me, maybe lunch and dinner tomorrow." She thought the layout for the room was a bit strange, but maybe it had to do with the hotel or something, it wasn't like she'd stayed in many hotels, and certainly none on her own. She could deal with how short the nighties were, but they were so thin and, wait... some were even seen through? Furthermore, she was going to end up showing more skin than she ever had in her life. "I hope they know I have no clue on this stuff, ya know? I'd hate to do somethin' wrong when I didn't know. Not really... the last person that tried to wake me too early got slugged." She nodded as he mentioned putting the food away, she didn't want it sitting out either. She went into what appeared to be a small kitchen or maybe a kitchenette, and put the food in the mini fridge, grateful for the microwave she spied before undressing and then hopping in the shower. Furthermore, she tried to go to sleep early, but ended up tossing and turning until around midnight or one am. Max was wide awake and in his office by 5:15a.m. Gary, one of his biggest clients both in physical size and money spent at the hotel. Would be arriving around 5:30 a.m. as Max had warned his new girl about, the night before. As usual, Gary was right on time. Walking into the lobby, "Max!" He growled. "Hey Gary, how are you?" Max called out from his office. Then coming to the lobby with a key for Gary." Horney!" Gary barked as he took the key from Max. "Remember, she's fresh from Hinesville." Max reminded the large man. "Fresh meat? Love it." Gary headed back out the door, confirming the room number as he did. "Room number 12?" "Yes sir." Max replied with a sly grin escaping his lips. Garr Parked his car in from of Cabin 12. He entered in quietly through the dungeon entrance, carrying donuts, a pot of hot coffee, Bottle of cold orange juice. And a bottle of cold Milk. He placed the donuts and the coffee pot on the small counter top which was near the door that went into where his new toy was probably still snoozing. He then put the juice and milk into the mini fridge that was next to the cabinet There were disposable plates, Styrofoam cups. And clear plastic cups for the cold drinks. Paper towels hung on the wall were good enough for napkins, Gary decided. After checking to make sure the dungeon equipment was assembled and ready to be used. It was time to wake sleeping beauty. Garr then opened the door to her room. He took a moment to gaze at how sweet and peaceful she looked as she was wrapped up in the chest and blanket. His momentary pause was immediately followed by him taking hold of the sheet and blanket on each side of the pretty girl, and then he gave them a hard pull, completely uncovering her in the short nifty she was wearing. "Get your ass up Girl! This is your wake-up call! I'm Gary! I'm you DOM today! There's donuts and beverages in the dungeon." He growled. "Time's a wasting!" Ignoring Gary where be a bad idea. He was big enough that he could and would undress her without hesitation and put her through the riggers with or without her approval. Kelli yelped as she heard an unfamiliar voice growl at her at the godforsaken hour of 5:30?? He was lucky he wasn't right next to her, or he would have gotten slugged, like the last person who'd tried to wake her up at an insane hour of the day. Seriously, who gets up early enough to be in this place before the sun even started to think about crossing the horizon? She wasn't trying to ignore Gary, but she was still trying to shake off the last dregs of sleep from last night, especially since she didn't sleep well. She struggled out of the bed, not that it was overly comfortable, just that she was still quite tired yet, and seriously wanted to go back to sleep. She wandered aimlessly towards the door that she had only glimpsed at the night before, and peered in, shuddering before she crossed the threshold. It looked more like a torture chamber than a dungeon, with all sorts of equipment everywhere. Not that she'd have known what a dungeon looked like anyway, but it was definitely bigger than she thought it'd be. Her nifty clung to her every curve, and left little to the imagination as she made her way to where the food and beverages were. She grabbed herself a coffee, knowing full well she was going to need it, and since there only seemed to be donuts she picked up what she hoped was the healthiest of them. She hadn't even had time to brush her hair yet, as a yawn escaped her lips. Even though she usually put milk and sugar in it, she decided on black this morning, hoping it would jolt her awake more as she finished off the one donut she'd picked out carefully for herself. "Thank you for breakfast this morning, Sir," she said nervously, not sure if there was a proper way to address him. She wasn't sure calling him Gary wouldn't warrant some sort of punishment already, and she wasn't even sure what it would entail if it did. There'd been a small, rickety old computer that she'd noted, and had also tried to look up this whole DOM/sub thing last night, well a little bit anyway. She didn't want to stay up all night, but looked up what seemed to be helpful articles and skimmed through them last night. From what little she'd learned, there was sometimes protocol, and addressing the DOM or Top as Sir or Master in this case was acceptable, depending. Her hands shook nervously a bit once the cup was empty, but at least she was more alert now. Gary stood back and gave the young girl a chance to get out of bed. He saw some spunk in her, which was a turn on for him. Though he said nothing and instead walked into the dungeon and helped himself to a cup of coffee and a donut. He then stepped back and gave the pretty girl with bed head, room to get herself something. Gary learned a lot about the new girls by waking them up at the ass crack of dawn. For example, when she walked into the dungeon this morning and looked around, noticing all the equipment. Her eyes opened wide, and her face said, what the fuck! Yes my dear and the fun hasn't even started yet. He thought to himself. He heard her soft words of thanks. "Your welcome." Soon enough, she finished her cup of coffee and donut. "So you can have another cup of coffee and another donut if you and I can chat a bit. Hell, I might even let you go to the bathroom and do a few things. No bath or shower though." Gary explained gently. Her reply would tell him even more about her. Taking him up on his offer could result in her learning something and at the same time, he'd learn a little something too. If she declined his offer? It would be a rough day but her cute bubble d bottom would end up a very pretty shad of dark red. Rubbing her eyes would no longer be the part of her body she'd be rubbing. If she took him up on his offer. He would send her off to the bathroom and then she could have her second donut and cup of coffee eighth that while they chatted about her firsttexperience as a submissive. She nearly freaked when she saw the state of her hair, but usually first thing in the morning, she got a cup of coffee and only then cared about her appearance. Max may have mentioned someone coming early this morning, but he sure as hell didn't mention anything about before the ass crack of dawn! She was glad she'd taken a shower the night before, so that at least she was clean anyway, just tired and cranky. She'd already had to bite her tongue for him showing up so damn early she could have sworn she heard a rooster crow just now. Furthermore, she hadn't looked into what kind of equipment or stuff she might run into, since she hadn't tried venturing into the dungeon before this morning, she also could have sworn that door was locked when she went to bed, and she had no idea how to open it, or maybe it was like an adjoining suite kind of door." Of course... I mean, I only know a tiny bit of this, but I've never done anything with anyone; that antique computer in here was a bit helpful. Well, I'm glad I took a shower last night then," she half smiled. She was too unnerved, and it was too early for her to give more than that yet. She'd noticed last night that there wasn't much to the computer, she could only just barely check her e-mails, and it was slow molasses, but it worked somehow. Furthermore, she straightened out her hair once she realized it might be okay, and didn't so much worry about makeup, as she didn't think it was needed. She did help herself to more coffee, just going very light on anything she added to wake her up even more, and wasn't sure if she should strip, or sit on the bed or somewhere in the dungeon... her nerves were obvious, she was sure. Furthermore, she had absolutely no clue what she was doing, or if she'd already made some error already, but tried to lose the attitude now that she was more awake. Furthermore, she hadn't verbalized any attitude, but she knew if he could read faces, he would have seen it with the rude ass wake-up call. Gary was drinking his second cup of coffee while his new toy had gone to do things she deemed necessary. It wasn't a regular thing to woman and wake the girl up without her being aware of the possibility that it might happen. Today was the get yourself used to the idea that your boss will be somebody different every day. Today, he'll wake you up at five a.m. and tomorrow he might keep you up until two a.m. the next morning. Medal with it, that would be your life. Once she had finished doing what she needed to do. She got herself a cup of coffee and then sat on her bed. Gary knew she was feeling out of sorts and not sure what she should do. Gut he decided to break the ice. So he walked into her room, "So you fixed your hair and got rid of the bed head, and where's the first place you head for? The bed. So what, is that where we are going to star toff? In bed!" A slight grin slid across his face. "Works for me baby." Hopefully she would see his slight grin and now he was just teasing her." Alright, let's get serious Darwin. There are a few pieces of equipment in there that you've not seen, let alone used before. Today? I'm going to turn you every which way but lose. If you still want to take me to bed after all of that? I'll let you take advantage of me!" Gary stood quietly and let her drink her coffee. He took her empty cup and put it in the garbage can when her returned. He said nothing but instead grabbed her long silky smooth soft long hair with his right hand, pulled her up off the bed, shoved his big left hand between her thighs, lifted her up, and then threw her face down on the bed, and promptly started slidinghernighty up past her ass...... "I-I wasn't really thinkin' that way... it's just a place to sit down, I thought," she frowned nervously, but then noticed his grin. "I probably know so little you could put it in a thimble 'n' have plenty room left over. I just learned about safe words 'n' how to address a DOM or Top... after that I tried to sleep, not knowin' when you'd be here. Funny thin' is, I tried that door last night, 'n' it was locked, so I didn't know what was in there." Then again, it was probably a good thing, as she probably would have run for the hills if she had. She didn't know if she could take pain at all, but she somehow liked the idea of being on one of those pieces of equipment. She might even try and see if she could find them later, when he was gone. She shivered slightly at being turned every which way, she just wasn't sure right now, but shew assure she was about to find out. Furthermore, she nearly snorted at the idea of taking advantage of him, she somehow doubted she'd be able to do that even remotely. "Somehow I doubt that's goin' to happen, Sir." She yelped as he suddenly grabbed her hair, but at the same time didn't struggle out of fear of losing hair over something so small. She bit back a retort as she could have pulled the nifty off herself if that was what he wanted, but somehow she doubted that's what he was thinking as it rose while she was on her stomach. The only thing she was thinking after she suddenly found herself lying face down on the bed was, damn he's strong! Maybe if he was a lot younger, she would have not only considered him hot, but probably would have been drooling everywhere. Instead, she had to figure out what he might be doing. Was he going to give her a spanking, or explore her body, or... she just didn't know? Even though he didn't seem to be near her age, just how strong he was, was definitely hot no matter what. If they were all like that, maybe ... nah, she needed to pay attention to what was going on! Seriously, what was he up to? At the moment, she wasn't being too feisty, but knew her true self would come out sooner or later. Upon tossing the sexy girl on her stomach. He rolled her nightie halfway up her mid-section. Thus exposing her adorable bubble butt. He then gave each of her ass cheeks a couple of hard slaps! "Nice ass!" He then placed his hands on her side and moved them further up her body, rolling her nightie up above her ample breasts. He then grabbed her breasts and roughly groped them. Then squeezing her nipples hard, giving them each a hard twist to the right, and to the left. After that he finished removing her nightie over her head and off her arms. As she was quickly finding out. Gary wasn't wasting time. His right hand again grabbed her long silky hair and pulled her up to her knees, still holding her hair, he then pulled her up on to her feet. He then grabbed her right arm, turned her to face him, shoving his right hand between her thighs, and lifted her into a firemen carry. His right hand was on he left ass cheek as he carried her into the dungeon. "You my dear, are a very naughty girl! I think you need a good ass whipping1" Tossing her over the padded gymnastics horse ! He then grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs and cuffed her wrists behind her back. There were ankle bracelets attached to each of the horses legs. As he spread her legs apart. He put a metal bracelet around each of her ankles. They were far enough apart so he could easily reach into her womanhood. He then walked away, to a small cabinet and grabbed an inch wide black leather whip and returned to the young sub. "Time to give this naughty girl a good whipping!" She yelped as the stings from him slapping her ass hit, she'd never so much as gotten a spanking before, to this... she almost giggled at the compliment on her ass, but wondered if it had more to do with the color it now might be, or what. It didn't matter, she guessed... he was a client? She guessed that's what they were called, anyway. It was all new to her. She'd expected her breasts to be exposed, but the rough treatment made her squirm, and it just hurt, and brought tears to her eyes. She had no clue howanyoneever got used to this, unless he was just one of the extremes or something. Furthermore, she had a hard time not struggling as she was soon naked, it wasn't like she was strong enough to do anything to him except maybe a blow to the groin, and knewthatwouldn't go over well, plus the tip would be shit if she was lucky enough to not end up owing money. As soon as he grabbed her hair though, she knew she wasn't going anywhere any time soon, that was for sure. She had no idea what she supposedly did, other than maybe not having done this before or something. She whimpered softly as she soon found herself bound and helpless. It wasn't like she couldn't walk, but whatever she supposedly did, she was trying to make up for it if that was even possible. The possibility of her getting whipped scared her, she just hoped he wasn't as fierce for her first time as she feared he would be. She closed her eyes, afraid to know what kind of whipping she was going to be in for, she was even too afraid to ask at this point. She figured it was probably better to ask afterward, as it might just piss him off more to ask now, then afterward. "What did I do, Sir? I... I'm confused," she whimpered out softly. She decided to ask anyway, to know what she was in trouble for. Gary realized that she was more scared than anything. Thus calling for a break in the action. "Time out. Let's chat for a bit." He told her in the most sensitive voice he had. When you're as big as Gary is. It can still sound pretty intimidating. "You truly don't understand the DOM / sub lifestyle, do you? It's a bit of a game, and you're generally some big dude's toy." Garr liked Max but some of these girls need to know what' coming down the pipe for them. "HHH!" He sat down in front of her, "You have questions. Ask me! I'm not going to whip you for your questions right now. But you need to ask them, all of them. Got it?' Gary waited patiently for the newly to start with her questions. She nodded softly, eager to actually talk rather than just dive right into it. She doubted any of the other clients would do it if asked, that's for sure. Furthermore, she shook her head, "no... not at all, I mean... I understand the real basics, but that's about it. Max didn't say much of anything, and I only did a tiny bit of research before I tried to sleep."" Obviously... if it gets too much, is there a way for me to stop it? Also, I think if you took me around and explained some things about the equipment and the toys I guess you call them? I'd also want to be able to ask if we're going over everything, if possible. I understand there's a way to address you when in scene, like Sir or Master, or what have you... is there a generally accepted term, or do you have a preference? Also, assuming you don't wake me up next time, is there a way you want to be greeted? I read something along those lines too. I read more on protocol and what's acceptable and unacceptable, well in general anyway, and not so much the equipment or toys? Since I didn't know what was in that room." As she ran through her questions. It became quite clear to Gary that the young submissive had much to learn about the lifestyle. Answering her questions all in one conversation wasn't realistic. So he would pick and choose which ones he'd answer today and attack the others at another time." So let's start with the last question first. Using sir or master is perfect. I strongly suggest that early on in the session you call them, Master Gary. If you do that once early in the session. You are letting them know that they aren't just another DOM. They indeed are an individual to you. Doing that early and once or twice more during the course of the session will most certainly help your tip at the end." He paused for a moment. "Does that answer that question?" Garr went back to her first question. "I'll be honest with you. Your client hates safe words being used in a session. To Max's credit, he has no metal studded whips. Those are the ones that really hurt. I will try to go easy on you the first couple times, but you'll need to toughen up a bit as well. By the way, the punishment session it not a personal thing. The DOM is not judging you and what you've done in your real life. If you play with yourself during a session without his permission and the DOM. Of the moment catches you. Well then you will likely get a bit of punishment for that. But you're not going to get punished for not tipping the pizza delivery guy. Unless of course he was the pizza delivery guy. Does that make sense to you?" She nodded softly, his answers were helping her to relax instead of being scared of everything. "It's more the unknown is all more than anything. I will look into things more after we're done, just so that I can get a little more comfortable with everything. I'm okay with it, it's just I didn't, and still don't, know what to expect, is all. Furthermore, I'm sure once we get into everything, I'll be okay."" I'd also sometimes read subs are expected to, say, be naked and kneeling in the middle of the room in a certain position, though I didn't read into that much... Furthermore, I didn't read a lot into everything, admittedly, because I didn't know what to expect. Furthermore, I didn't even know where the dungeon was," she grinned." I. Furthermore, I think I'm ready to go back in, Master. Also, I'm glad he doesn't have some of the metal whips, that would probably send me running for the hills, money or no money. Your answers make sense, and I'm glad you did this, so I could relax more... now that I've seen everything too, I feel a lot better too. Any other questions I have I'll try and see if I can research it instead. I don't want to eat up any more of your time at this point, and I'm kind of eager but at the same time nervous, to get started." Gary chuckled at the idea of her kneeling in the middle of the room. "I wouldn't worry about that unless you marry or live with a DOM. Unless you have a client who arranges that behavior with you. I think you're smart enough to know the reason for that." Gary let that subject be after that. Garr thought for a moment. He had to get himself back into character. This truly was something redid for fun, a game he played. He behaved in a way that he couldn't in the real world. Walking her back over to the horse and her betting back on it the way he had put her. "You've he the Gymnastics horse already. It seems pointless to repeat it today." He thought for another moment. "You girls always have to use the bathroom. So go do that. I'm going to have another cup of coffee and reboot. When you come out of the bathroom. Get yourself something to drink We'll pick up in twenty minutes." Garr went and poured himself a cup of coffee. He now had to get his DOM. Attitude back. He was forced to be a nice guy. He didn't want the girls thinking he was a nice guy and everything else was an act. VUT now she'd think that he was being mean to her for asking questions He would send Max message later today and let him know that he needs to be a bit more honest with these new girls. These girls leave home for whatever reason. He finds them and says I'll take care of you and then throws them to the wolves. When the twenty minutes was just about up. Gary growled, "Drink up!" "I think so, probably something else I would want to look up later," she said softly. "I agree either way, and who knows? I might end up wanting to get punished for sleeping when I should have been up and dressed to meet you or whoever is coming. Not all the time, of course," she chuckled." Yes, Master," she said shyly before walking off to the bathroom. She probably didn't need to go again, but it was better to be safe than sorry. She grabbed another coffee, but this time added a bit more cream and sugar before drinking it. It was definitely helping her relax, and she checked to make sure her hair and all was good before returning, her cup half empty already. She quickly finished her drink before facing him again, more nervous than anything as the fear had fled now that she was more comfortable. She set the coffee cup back on the counter, eager to get the show on the road as she briefly glanced at him. Furthermore, she then moved towards the dungeon, unsure where he wanted her, but yet wanting to get started at the same time. Gary hoped he could be the rough DOM. Now. He didn't want a reputation of being a softy. So when he noticed her slowly make her way back into the dungeon. He checked to clock, it had been exactly twenty minutes. Nice! She was ready. He decided to make her be his puppy girl. Not much pain, just humiliation. He got up and stomped over to her, grabbed herself hair and guided her to the other end of the room where their green piece of carpet and a kennel meant for a large dog. "Down on all fours!" He growled loudly. This is puppy girl training. No talking!" He barked "The first command you will learn is 'Heal.' You will on all fours make you way to my left side, facing the same way as I, and stand on all fours.' He paused, 'Heal! " He then watched and waited to see if she did it correctly. If so, He would give her a treat. Which would be an animal cracker. She yelped as he suddenly yelled at her, but still quickly dropped to all fours, it took maybe a minute, but she realized this was real, at this point, and crawled over to where wanted, the whole puppy training sounded weird, but she wasn't sure she wanted to face the consequences yet. She slowly moved to his left side, as weird as it felt for her. For now, she'd do as she was told, but wasn't sure how long her obedience would last. Part of the reason she'd left home was due to her willfulness and how unwilling she was to go to college. She still didn't even know what she was going to do with her life, but this had definitely never been on her radar for possibilities. She'd also thought she was a bit old for animal crackers, and gave it an odd look. Almost every sub that Gary had done this exercise with had reacted much the same way. Being humiliated was a part of being a sub. He'd she listened to him at all. If she didn't like the exercise. The punishment would most certainly not be desirable either. If she thought the dog kennel was there for show. She would quickly learn otherwise. He would keep her in the kennel until she ate her lunch. Lunch would consist of a bowl of corn beef hash and a bowl of water. She would be forced to eat and drink like a puppy would do so." The next command I'm going to teach you is 'sit". You will drop your cute ass on to your heels but keep you hands flat on the floor." He paused for a moment and then gave the command, "Sit!" The words came out with a growl. Shesodidn't want to do this, the whole kennel cage unnerved her, and she didn't even want to know what the patch of carpet was for, and definitely didn't want to find out either. It still made her shudder either way, and she didn't know where she'd draw the line with all this, but she was near her breaking point at this point, this was weird and ugh... all the tools or whatever you wanted to call this stuff scared her as to what they could be used for, or how much pain they might inflict on someone. She slowly and reluctantly sat down on her heels, but her hands didn't readily hit the floor. Her eyes watered briefly before she reluctantly lowered them, it just felt wrong on so many levels. It was hard not to want to jump up and run out or say something, and yet she didn't so far, astounding her. Since she did as she was told. Gary reached into his pocket, pulled out another Animal cracker, and put it to his puppy girl's lips. Once she took the treat. He then patted heron the head. "Good puppy." Using the tone of voice that would be used when speaking to a kid or a pet. To further humiliate his submissive. Garr then continued to the next command. "Now we will use the 'lay' command. From the sit position. You will lower your breasts to the floor. Keeping her arms close to her body, and hands flat on the floor." There was no reason why she could not do this as he instructed her to do. So he then gave her the command. "Lay!" He then stood and watched her execute his command. Ugh... she didn't understand why he was doing this, it was rather humiliating, but she still gratefully took the cracker anyway, and hesitantly moved to the position he requested. It was really starting to push her buttons, and she didn't know how far she'd willingly go before she wound up looking at him from the other side of those bars. While she understood a little of this stuff, she didn't understand a lot, as she tried to get a decent night's sleep, knowing she had someone coming and didn't know when. She lay on the carpet, but she wasn't happy by any means. She knew for some reason he was attempting to train her as some sort of pet, but didn't know how much she cared for it.((My apologies... I'd thought I was waiting on your response))

Wake up Call (leia x GrumpT)|rating:2.0

Teachers are the real heroes (or vice versa) (Metalzephyr & victoria4)

"Star" - Autumn Star Ad'hora - walked in a slow circle around the sparring students, noting numerous minor flaws to be addressed once this set of bouts was complete, occasionally stepping in to correct a more egregious error in technique. "Keep that cudgel up, Fenian. It's easier to strike down from a high guard, and bringing a heavy weapon like that up from your waist is too slow to protect your head ... you're lucky Methyl hasn't taken advantage of that. You need to strengthen your weapon arm - and your left, too; you never know what weapon may be at hand. Even with a rapier, a strong arm moves faster... up to a point." She knew Fenian was getting tired already - at 16 she was the youngest student in the school, and there'd been no hard work in this girl's background until she arrived here. She'd certainly need a break shortly, but for now, Star was pleased to see her young charge push herself, digging into her reserves and raising her guard - even pushing Methyl back with a couple of vigorous blows. Fenian was eager, and despite her privileged upbringing, not afraid of hard work... she had real potential. Star nodded approvingly, then turned away to watch the others, smiling privately. They might not all be quite as eager and cheerful as Fenian, but every student in this first class of Star's school - well, the Queen's school, but Star was Chancellor until the Queen herself chose to replace her - every student wanted to be here, and was doing their best to prove themselves. Sometimes their hero-worship was a little embarrassing - more than a couple had felt the need to tell Star they'd come here to become just like her - but it sure motivated them. And who knows? Some of them might surpass Star and their other teachers - for one thing, she'd mostly had to teach herself, though admittedly the men were more fortunate in their own training. But the men weren't usually as driven, and generally not quite as clearly passionate about the First Women's School. Star's smile broadened ... that "First" was very hopeful, and it thrilled her to think this could be the very beginning of something huge, a fundamental shift in the opportunities and expectations for half the population of the realm. And why not? The Queen herself was showing the way, refusing the traditional early marriage and ruling in her own right. But as for Fenian - despite the girl's insistence on following in Star's footsteps, they'd have to see where her aptitude really lay. She still had to complete basic weapons training, like all students, but perhaps her advanced training should come from the more stealth-focused Gina. And speaking of whom... that hide-clad rogue was gliding toward the drill ground, with Tempos clumping along at her side. Star adjusted the long, full white robe she wore belted over her rather revealing magic armor; that armor didn't look like much, in fact it looked like almost nothing, but its powerful enchantments had kept her safe through some difficult times, and had allowed her to reach her current, impressive prowess. Still, although there was nothing shameful about the female form, Star still didn't think the armor alone was appropriate for someone bearing personal responsibility for a school... the robe barely interfered with her movement, although it did diminish the mystical effectiveness of the armor for reasons she didn't understand no matter how often the sorceress Arjuna had tried to explain it. Watching the pair approach, Star wondered what could be up... and considered the contrasts represented by the two. Gina was a good friend of Star's, the companion in many adventures, a cheerful, optimistic voice in any situation, and great to have around even if she was a tad irresponsible. She could find anything, it seemed... and in a fight, she could always be counted on to pop up at just the right place, lightning-quick, slashing and moving. Tempus, on the other hand, didn't seem to know what a sense of humor was, but he was undoubtedly clever, and an organizer without equal. Without his sage advice and foresight the school would have faced numerous issues, as he'd pointed out more than once - but whenever he reported on a new problem he'd unearthed, he always seemed to have a solution ready to go; it became easy to let him handle things on his own. He had a thorough grasp of finance, and had revealed a knack for anticipating the school's needs and getting construction going early enough that everything was ready as soon as it was needed. Even now there were workers digging something behind the dormitory - no doubt to head off some space shortage that wasn't even apparent yet. The only one of Star's close companions that could hold a candle to Tempos in terms of competent management was surely the priestess Cierra - but there were already too many demands on her time, not the least being the need to heal students of their minor training-related injuries. Fenian glanced sidelong at her idol as the elegant warriors watched her spar with her classmate. Looking back to Methyl as she recovered from the push, she licked her lips eagerly, grinning from ear to ear. Her heroine was watching, she couldn'those. With renewed vigor, the youngest student at the School started a determined, relentless assault on her shield bearing sparring partner. Tempus arched one thick red eyebrow as he watched the sparring battle take a notably shift in tone, but otherwise remained rather serious and silent save for his heavy booted walk, as he and Gina approached." Heya 'Star'!" Gina beamed, managing to look bright and sprite, but with a little twist like she had some mischief in mind, a look she'd perfected over the years and that had let to a lot of (justified) concerns on Ad'hora's part. Her hide armor was also the work of Arjuna, scanty at best, but Gina didn't mind that men's eyes were distracted, as it made their purses easier to snatch. Her long hair which started as brown at the top of her head, went to a pale blonde to frame her face, but a ghostly white when it passed the small of her back and tumbled to her calves, waved as she stopped with a wink. Often she wore it in a long ponytail, but when relaxed, let it loose. The rogue clearly had something on her mind, but from the way she smiled, and her silence, it was clear she didn't want to be the one to bring it up. With a low, quiet sigh, Tempos Cain crossed his burly arms and nodded to the warrior woman before him. His own armor was enchanted, albeit not that strongly, and he wore a thick clock whose magic properties he was tight-lipped about. Were it not for his blunt features and the scars that could be seen on his sun beaten skin, one might mistake him for a nobleman. But he was a commoner, one who had earned the trust of a powerful Lord, but a commoner all the same." We have a problem Autumn Star."it wasn't often that the problems Tempos identified required the attentions of the school's Chancellor, so it must be serious."However, I would prefer this discussion to occur in private."his red eyes, which matched his thick hair, glanced at the students ahead, various girls sparring in thin leathers and hide, sweating in the late morning sun, though he kept his expression neutral, far more than some of the other men at the academy might have been able to do. Star(would have to be satisfied with victory unseen by her heroine - if victory there was to be - for once she was satisfied the girl had minded her lesson, the sleek fighter moved a little away to address Gina & Tempos out of easy earshot. From the look on the man's face it was a serious matter... but then again, he thought most things were if he concerned himself with them at all. Gina's expression offered no real hints - she wasn't unflappable, but any anxiety she experienced could never entirely dislodge the amused smirk from her face. Perhaps the grin was a little less broad today, so maybe it was indeed serious. Or maybe not ... Gina was a master of deception and more than once Star had thought she'd figured out one of her larcenous friend's "tells", only to be lured into a new trap of some sort, sometimes literally; the mostly-good thief wasn't above using her skills in nonlethal way upon her friends. Though truth be told, after a few tense experiences, it seemed that Star was the only one she still dared to torment... apparently the fighter needed to take lessons in intimidation from Cierra and Arjuna." Hi, Gina... Tempos. Good news I hope? Your excavations out back have run into a vein of gold?" The question was facetious, but Star's look was serious enough as she looked from Gina, to the Administrator - a title she'd adopted for his position after the first week of operation, once his value had become apparent. Actual positions and duties for everyone were still somewhat in flux, as the academy developed - the unusual nature of the faculty and the Chancellor had required some re-thinking on the part of those more familiar with established schools. And in this case her concerns were justified, unfortunately. There was a problem, and not the sort where Tempos merely reported the difficulty and how he'd already set it to rights. Perhaps it was one of the occasions where he'd explain what additional resources he might require... though this seemed of a different nature still. Certainly then, it made sense to move this out of the student-occupied drill grounds." Of course. Let's use my office."" My office" she thought... it still sounded strange to her, but she did enjoy the view - her office was at the top of one of the school's low towers, with her quarters occupying most of the rest of that structure. They had to pass through a couple of doors: one to the tower, one into the office proper, but although these - like almost all doors in the school - had locks, neither was locked. There was no need, or use - the only one likely to invade Star's privacy was Gina, and these locks would hardly challenge her. Still, Star carried a key for all locks - Tempos had the other, now - and she normally kept her quarters locked if only to discourage students from forgetting and walking in unannounced. She liked to be approachable, but ... with certain limits. Star took her seat, arranged to give a view of the West window, and where she could feel the morning sun on her back but was in shade through the afternoon. A weapon rack to the side held various swords, though her favored weapon was in her quarters. Three simpler but comfortable chairs awaited the two guests; Star waited for the news, curious and slightly concerned. 'Administrator' Tempos Cain followed the two heroines, Star walking with purpose and grace, with Gina bouncing and skipping a little (albeit less than usual) right behind, and while his expression was calm but serious, internally, far more was going on. He watched their lithe bodies move in ways that would set the passions of a younger man wildly ablaze. The common-born man was not immune to such desires, perhaps even feeling them more strongly, he simply knew how to contain and hold back such a fire. Keeping his thoughts private, his goals and plans hidden until it was too late to disrupt them, and the unique blend of cunning and ambition rarely seen in those outside high-born blood, had gotten him to where he was today, and continued to serve him well. As they moved past unlocked doors, he was aware of the heavy weight of keys against his hip, beneath his cloak. His access to the facilities was, nominally, as great as its Chancellor's. Of course, she had put her trust in him, left the 'unimportant' details in his capable hands. As a result, he knew, and had created, more secrets to this place than she could hope to know of. The keys were just one of the ways he could access any room in the school. He had spent the better part of the last year working 'for' this half-even beauty, spreading his influence, amassing resources and allies, and soon, quite soon, that patience would begin to pay off. As they entered her office, he waited for the two women to enter first. Gina dropped in to one of the comfortable seats, immediately pulling out a dagger to fiddle with idly, unable to keep herself entirely still. Tempos however, stood behind the chair next to it, crossing his arms." Chancellor. Three months ago, against my advice, you began more aggressive recruiting efforts in the southern villages."he pulled a map from under his cloak, and stepped around the chair to lay it out on her desk." Exactly as I had feared, the Wasteland Lords,"he gestured to a series of small holdings on the edge of the vast desert wasteland, where they many villages huddle against the desert winds and eked out a hard living under Lords even the current Queen struggled to completely control,"Have not provided the protection they promised."he met Star's eyes. No hint of his darker agenda or his true goals showed. To all appearances, he was seriously concerned for her, her school, and those in the villages." One of your recruiters, Sara, and at least half potential students, were captured two days ago, outside the village of Aristas."one thick finger planted on the map, to a small dot of a village." The villagers saw the Orcs take them east, toward the stone canyons their kind hide in."he dragged his finger westward on the map, stopping on a poorly mapped area, generally called the "Green skin Canyons"." A large force will be spotted, but a single warrior could reach them, and while outnumbered, might be able to rescue them." Gian spoke up." And you know how I feel about Orcs, so uh, I'm out."she smiled, but it was worried, showing through more than usual. Star(was just as well that within the school - and often on the road, too - Star had adopted the simple white robe, extending to knees and elbows, tied at the waist. Although she didn't like the notion that a woman's femininity had to be concealed to be taken seriously, on the other hand it was true for men to that certain forms of dress were simply more respectable. So the fact that she was both blessed and cursed with one of the most revealing sets of magical armor in the Queen's realm required that she don't a little more, which was fine for ordinary purposes. Even on those occasions when she had to travel, her prowess was still such that the significant reduction of her protection wasn't enough to counterbalance the greater ease she found in dealing with those she encountered on the road. It came off quickly enough, if serious fighting was anticipated. However, the material was quite thin, and she was unaware that while the robe concealed, it did so in the minimal fashion for modesty's sake. Her curves, especially as she paraded before Tempos, were wholly apparent. It was the same for all the school's robes, although since Star saw nothing shameful in the female form, she did not remark it. Seated comfortably in her own chair, plush and decorated with a few of the riches of her past successes... some fur trim from a dire weasel, gold piping, and a few minor gems to toy with idly while bored. But she wasn't bored now, sitting forward and looking up at the mighty figure of Tempos Cain, recognizing him as the one with news to impart. When he began, she began to fear it would be a re-opening of old discussions... she was adamant that word of the school, and the opportunity it represented, must be promulgated widely. If she thought back on that discussion, she might have recalled that while Tempos had undoubtedly advised against the action that she so clearly supported, his opposition had been relatively mild. But she wasn't one to spend much time mulling over the past, and now she didn't have time to think of this, as Tempos was smoothing a map across her desk, looming over her as he indicated points on the map to accompany his news." I remember." She stared at the map, taking note of the villages, the desert near at hand... a difficult life surely, though she didn't know much about it - her travels had not taken her into this area other than a short excursion when she was starting out." Siara... Aristas, mmm." She frowned, leaning further forward, hands on the edge of the desk." Two days! The poor girls... I just hope the Orcs have made slow progress with so many captives in tow." She sprang up, unable to hold back... Sara, and prospective students, in the hands of those beasts! It was infuriating to think they had been left so vulnerable... bad luck too, that the Orcs had found them on the road as they must have." These Wasteland Lords couldn't provide protection, but at least they sent word quickly, I take it?" Star banged the corner of her desk with a fist as she paced past it." Are they offering support now, or assistance? It is their lands, their village..." And, she considered... they knew just where the recruiting would take place, and when ... as a courtesy, and to permit local protection, the recruiters itineraries were always provided to local authorities. Apparently, that wasn't enough....but one of her recruiters, Sara - and Star didn't have so many that had the special combination of skills, personal appeal, organization ability, and the bold competence to travel the realm alone. She stopped in front of Gina." I know... of course I wouldn't ask you to walk into that. I wouldn't ask it of anyone, actually." She turned to include both Tempos and Gina in her view." You're right, Administrator. A single warrior... and is there any better candidate than myself? I've dealt with Orcs before... and it's me that put Sara in harm's way." She returned to the map, memorizing the relevant area." I'll leave immediately. Is there a copy of this I may take? Or... I take it there was a messenger, perhaps he can guide me." Tempos watched her reaction calmly, seriously, as he seemed to do all things. Her passions were strong, and he knew that as she slammed her fist against the desk, that she would do precisely what he expected she would. What he had planned she would. Gina tipped her hat over her eyes slightly, frowning at the name of those green skinned beasts, and at having to admit her avoidance of them. The elf had grown up in a city with more than a few of their kin and half kin, the sort who chose a civilized life as laborers and the lower class. As a thief on the streets, many of her experiences with their kind had left her with memories she preferred not to dwell on, even if it shamed her to shy away from a challenge. Tempus caught Star's eyes, thinking of Sara, and nodded ever so slightly in agreement. The woman had been talented, and taken the challenge of moving among the hostile Wasteland Lords with a fierce look in her eyes. The Knight was strong, and passionate, and talented. More so, she was respected by the school's Chancellor, and everyone here knew that Star protected those close to her. Though Tempos Cain gave no indication, he was pleased that his choice of target was proving so effective. That Star was doing exactly what he wished, and doing so with the same blind passion that had led her to found this school, and brought him in to her circle of allies." As you know, Chancellor, the Wasteland Lords are... poor Allies at best. Their messenger departed as soon as he delivered his message, despite my attempts to keep him here."the towering man seemed apologetic enough, though his stoic face tends to be hard to read." This map was created as a copy just for your journey. Supplies for up to a week are already being prepared and will meet you at the gate, if you wish to depart immediately."true to his reputation, he had prepared for her, a fact he knew would only deepen her reliance on him as it had each time he had delivered for her, and even managed a slight smile, feigning understanding at her passion to save her ally from the clutches of those green skinned brutes." Is there anything you require of me before, or after your departure?" Star looked sympathetically at Gina for a moment longer - elves and orcs had a long and unfriendly relationship as it was, but she knew her friend had some more personal reasons for the fear that made her shy away. It wouldn't do to talk of such things before another, even one so trustworthy and discreet as Tempos Cain... even the fact that Gina had admitted her particular weakness was a sign of how welcomed he really was within the quartet of adventurous friends. He wasn't one of them, of course, but he was ... a resource for all, a sort of "common henchman" for the group, yet without the subservience implied in that. It was hard to describe precisely... and Star had never had occasion to try. It just... all evolved, naturally. This certainly wasn't the time to think about such things either. Bold Sara was captured, along with an unknown number of aspiring students. It was hard to imagine that proud woman in the hands of orcs... and she must have fought like a demon, too - they wouldn't have been able to take her without losing some of their own, surely. Though if the girls hadn't escaped, perhaps the situation had been hopeless... an ambush? Orcs could be cunning, but Sara was competent and careful enough. Well... this was idle thought. The problem existed, and the solution was in her own hands. Of course the Wasteland Lords were providing nothing more. Thankfully she had Tempos on her side." Typical. You'd think they'd be more interested, with orcs snatching people from their roads." She brushed a dust-mote from her sleeve with a forceful, angry gesture." One guide could have saved me time, perhaps saved lives. But... thank you, Tempos, at least you understand the importance, and urgency. The map will be invaluable. I will stop by my quarters to collect weapons only. Every moment's delay takes the captives further into the unknown... and adds to their risk."" Risk," she said, so coldly, but the tension in her voice betrayed her concerns. The orcs weren't above killing their captives, or ... other things. She swept up the map, looking ready to simply rush out without another word - again Tempos' steady voice reminded her of her duty." Nothing before. While I'm away... Gina, you'll explain to Cierra, and Arjuna? I don't wish to delay by looking for them now." She turned to address both of them for the next, although Gina's strengths were not in the organizing vein." I don't think it's necessary to inform anyone else of the particulars of the situation, nor of my destination. Just say I've been called away on urgent business, and nothing about Sara or the others... any such rumors should be nipped in the bud. As to the classes I was scheduled for... they'll need to be reassigned. Any paperwork... hopefully anything can be put off - you'll know which ones must be handled immediately, Administrator, and can take care of that? I expect to be back in..." She eyed the ceiling, hands making small movements in front of her waist as she tried to estimate." Four days at the very best, but that is very unlikely. One week is more plausible, two is not at all unlikely, depending on how much searching is required. If I'll be longer than that, I'll attempt to send a message... but if I'm deep in these Green skin Canyons, it may not be possible. Please don't start worrying until three weeks have passed." Star smiled reassuringly... she rather suspected ten days, four of them travelling to the general area, another four searching." The only other instruction, Administrator, is to keep my school... the Queen's school ... safe. I hate having to leave it at all, and I count on you to ensure that no harm comes to my friends, or my students. Not that I expect anything, but... well, I didn't expect what's happened out by the Wastelands either." She had nothing more to add... and wanted to be on the road within a few minutes. If the others needed nothing more from her, she would hurry to her quarters, pick up her best long sword and dagger - sheathing the latter on the simple belt that fastened her robe, the other would be suspended over her back. Then she took another look at the map and headed for the school's gate, where she knew all the necessary supplies for the road would be ready for her. Gina made a small sound, an attempt to scoff that didn't sound as detached from the situation as she might have intended, and turned her head so her wide brimmed black hat dipped down, and neither of the others could see her face. Except for a moment, as Star was setting out, where she caught the school's leader's gaze with her own, communicating all the hope for Star's success and Sara's safety as she could without speaking. Tempus merely nodded, and rumbled out his reassurances." I will do what I can in your stead Chancellor. May your journey be safe and the gods speed you to your destination." It was not good to tempt the gods, and the man's words were carefully chosen, as he actually hoped for little safety for her at her destination. He knew that a few of those that watched from above had a wicked sense of humor, and his careful words might bring him better fortune. One could only hope. At the gates waited a stable, full of powerful beasts ready to carry a rider on any errand or quest that they might need, and it took only moments to load her chosen mount with supplies. Swiftly, Star Ad'hora was on the dirt road leading away from the school, a path that turned to cobbled stone a mile out, where the Lord's men had paused in their labors. She could make good time on the 'Noble Roads', but one day in, she would reach the end of the roads, and begin her approach to the border. The Wasteland Lords claimed whatever territory they could, but knew that trade benefitted them personally. So they protected the lands closest to their holdings, and some of the stronger ones sent men with the caravans of distant traders as guards, but bandits and monsters alike were known to prey on the unwary. Still, the daring adventuress' journey across the border was uninterrupted by the foul hungers of desperate men or beasts, and she entered the red stoned canyons of the Wasteland Lords. It would take two days just to reach the area that Sara and her recruits were last seen. The terrain was rough and poorly marked, and one had to be on guard at all times. Only after she reached that point, could Star hope to begin the hard work of tracking down the lost women, and their Irish captors. Star returned Gina's look with a similar one of her own, trying to reassure, but full of concern for the recruiter and their new students. For herself she wasn't worried at all... she'd fought any number of orcs, and while they could be powerful, stealth should serve her well in avoiding the larger groups, and smaller ones, well, she could handle them if it came to that. And if they'd harmed the girls... itwouldcome to that. Her face briefly turned quite fierce at the thought, then she consciously pressed it back into a smile for Gina's benefit, gave a last nod to Tempos, and hurried on with her preparations. She knew the school would be fine without her... knew it, but in her gut it felt wrong to leave, felt that this was the place she should be. But she'd be back soon enough, and for now, there was none better to handle this matter. And after all, this was still serving the school, differently. Those left behind would manage... though for a moment she let her mind's eye play with the vision of returning in triumph, with Sara and the others in tow (and intact), to a warm welcome. Yes, that would be wonderful... and the sooner, the better. Speed was essential, and she selected one of the lighter mounts, rather than her heavy warhorse. The saddlebags bulged with necessities for a good two weeks just in case, and some healing herbs and bandages as well, just in case again. She hoped not to need the latter... please the gods, the girls would be unhurt... and if somehow she was out for more than two weeks, she could surely find other nutrients in a pinch. A quick inspection confirmed the horse's shoes were in good condition for the roads, and off the noble fighter went. The roads were mercifully empty of any threat, and her sleep, under a simple blanket with another beneath her, uninterrupted. Her mount served her well, and she pressed on in the direction of Aristas. She didn't have to reach the village, but would use Tempos' map with its convenient marking of where the captives had been seen, being taken East toward the Green skin Canyons. She read the map while riding, and the rest of the time, frequently scoured the crests and distance for any movement. Her sword was ready on her back, and although this horse was built more for speed than for combat, it could still carry her into the fray if it came to that. There could be orcs around, or more likely men... if she was very lucky, she might find a patrol of the local Lord, with information or guidance. It was likely for the best that, if she desired, Star could avoid Aristas. It was a small village, but one full of rough people, and just the sort of place to make a delicate, beautiful elf like herself feel righteous fury at the treatment of their fellow beings. Sara and her recruits had been well away from the village before they vanished, and she could start there. Though it had been days since they left, the rust-colored dirt road still showed signs of their passage, and the dry yellow grass off the road, sparse and barely alive, betrayed the lack of rain that might have ruined what few clues remained. A skilled adventurer such as her could sort out the tracks, and after some distance, see where some sort of confrontation had likely occurred. In the dirt, in places, were patches of dark. It was the dried blood green-black blood of Orcs and their kin, and seemed to be the only fluid spilled, an easy source for relief. As Star tried to puzzle out the fight, and where they had all gone, a pair of figures approached. They were young, and the massive rust-orange scarf they each wore shrouded much of their face and upper body, making their gender indeterminate, and their long black hair offering no further hints. They were both armed with scimitars, and the dark skin crinkled around their eyes as the approached, leaving their weapons sheathed. Furthermore, they paused a polite distance from the tracks, waiting silently for Star to approach them. Star had already gathered enough information to give her renewed confidence... Sara had made the orcs pay, and there was no sign that the girls had been badly harmed. At least, not here, not yet. That was some mercy. Another was that there had been nothing to disturb the tracks. She had been given an indication in which direction the girls had been taken, but if it was possible to track them properly - likely, with a sizeable enough group of orcs and their human prisoners - she wouldn't have to search as much in the Green skin Canyons. But she hadn't quite reached that stage of sorting the jumble of scuffs and prints, when out of her peripheral vision she noticed strangers approaching. She stopped, looking them up and down. Fortunately, she was still dressed fairly conservatively, for the road... or for the school, it was still the same long white robe concealing her scanty-but-effective armor, and managing (less well) to conceal her curves. These newcomers were better-covered by far... the scarves were odd, she hadn't seen them before. Perhaps the color denoted affiliation with one or another of the Wasteland Lords? That would be ideal - if, after all, some help had been sent. Of course, it could also be a chance meeting... but the two made no threatening moves, a good sign. Rather than continuing to puzzle out the tracks, Star chose to approach the strangers. If they were local guides, there was no point wasting her time... she did, first, ensure her horse was grazing well clear of the tracks and away from the strangers, then approached them, keeping her weapons sheathed and hands visible. She had to look down to ensure she didn't disturb any crucial signs, and thus approached to a couple of arms-lengths from the pair, looking from one to the other. Not sure which to address, she divided her attention between the two as she spoke." Greetings, strangers. I am Star Ad'hora. I've come here looking for the group that were attacked here, by orcs, a few days ago..."she gestured at the disturbed earth behind her, then paused a moment." I had hoped one of the Wasteland Lords would send a guide after all... it does them no good to have travelers waylaid on their roads." She swiveled her head from one to the next, then continued:"If you can share information on what happened here, or to where this group was taken, I would be indebted to you." "We are here on other business elf."the figure on the left said, the voice harsh, and possibly male. The one on the right scoffed and shook it's head." I apologize for my companion's harshness. We have our own business to attend, with haste, and had hoped you may know more. However, given your own quest, I doubt it."this one was definitely male, almost charming, though muffled slightly by the scarf. Reaching up, the dusky skinned man on the right bared his face with a tug down on the scarf. With a bright white smile he nodded." We passed fresher tracks on our way here, and can tell you that the Orcs seemed to have stopped, and handed over the bulk of their prisoners, departing with only one. They also seemed to be carrying some heavy load, likely payment for the trade. Though, it disgusts me, I would not be surprised to hear that the Lords of this place would do business with their kind."he shivered, his face actually quite handsome, though weathered and showing strain beyond his years." The tracks of the larger group are likely gone now, as they passed in to more open terrain and sands shift in the winds. But if you wish to follow the Orcs and their single captive, they are further south from here. A fire-scorched stone, about my height, appears every so often, and will guide you, until you see their totems, which should be easy to follow. I would advise against following them however, as there are at least a dozen in the traveling party alone."his expression became quite serious. The first figure didn't deign to use her name, which didn't mark him as a friend, but she could live with that. And neither of them provided their own names, though the second figure was cheery enough as well as handsome, and seemed to have his heart in the right place. She turned her attention fully to him." Siara!" Star burst out, on hearing that the prisoners had been split up. Surely, that noble recruiter would be the one kept by the orcs... horrible though that thought was. And just as horrible was the implication of what the kind stranger was telling her." You don't mean... the local Lords would be taking slaves... but they were just girls! And of the Lords' own village!" Star was livid, stunned that rulers could be so unjust, so immoral. How could they be allowed to stay in power? And yet, they guarded these wastes when no other Lord wanted to commit to them, and so were very useful... even so, she could not believe the Queen would treat with such men, if she knew. But of course this was just speculation... she didn't know where the girls had gone. And, she realized with sinking heart, she might never know. Unless she could get that information from the orcs themselves..." I appreciate what you have told me. Perhaps that heavy load will give me a chance to catch up to that group, if I move quickly. And as to orcs... I can handle myself." Though a dozen orcs together would be more than challenging; still, she saw no point in saying so. Hopefully she'd be able to split them up and take them in smaller batches." You've helped me a great deal, and I am in your debt. I will gladly pay... name your price, and then, with your indulgence, I have to hurry on." She pulled out a hefty pouch of coins - Star was, personally, quite wealthy from past adventures, though the school operated with its own budget. For this sort of activity, she would pay her own way of course. So long as she had light, she would push her horse harder - no need to look for simple tracks anymore, with such a landmark to use for orientation. And a dozen orcs (and one captive) with heavy treasure would not hear her coming before she noticed them, she was sure. The second figured waved his hand, dismissing her coin, but with a charming smile." I know not the fate of the prisoners, though once you have dealt with their initial captors, you may yet follow their trail, as the rains will not come for some weeks. As for your coin, we would have no use for it in our own lands, so instead only ask you tell us where we might find you in the future. We would trade a favor for a favor someday preferably."the first figure seemed about to speak in regard to the way she could pay them back, but the other one talked over him, so the first kept quiet. Once Star told them where they could seek her out, the pair would excuse themselves, and continue on their way. Though they had not said where they came from, or where they were headed, such was the custom on the road when one's business did not cross with a stranger's. The even beauty would have quite a journey ahead of her, and perhaps she could draw some hope knowing that the girls recruited were not in the hands of the Orcs, or perhaps their fate would be worse. Until she confronted their captors, and freed Sara, she could not know. Some days after Star's departure, Tempos walked the grounds alone. Convincing Orcs to raid a lightly defended group of travelers had been simple enough, even through a proxy. Convincing them to follow through with the sale of their prisoners had been quite difficult, but his agent had done well. He made a note to reward the man, though if the plan progressed properly, there would be plenty of rewards waiting for him in the village the girls had left. Surely some of the women would be quite beautiful, and it would be a shame they were not here at the school, but he would ensure word of this spread through the Border Lords' lands. Denial of assets was a simple matter, and the school would be the weaker for not having recruits coming form that harsh land, so it would be a small price to pay. He had no desire to utterly destroy this place, and as he ran a hand along one solid stone column, one he often visited as he had set it with his own hands after a laborer had dropped of exhaustion during the construction, he was reminded why. Looking at the courtyard was a fresh crop of young beauties. Some from the cold North, others the heated south, most from the Queen's lands. They had such a look of fire in their eyes. While his Lord wished to see that fire extinguished, and the women of the Queen's lands to be made to heel as they should, he was too obsessed with the act of breaking them. Tempos savored the results, not the process, and looking at these nubile women, he only reinforced his plan to keep this place open long after his Lord's goals were achieved, for training such women, albeit in ways he much preferred. Still, he had a part to play, and the wolf donned his sheep's clothing once more, continuing his walk, his face betraying none of the traces of arousal his heated blood felt. So to it stayed stern, as if focused on some matter of construction or staffing, when in truth he began to decide how best to capitalize on the Chancellor's absence. Star was surprised, though in no way unhappy, that the helpful pair had turned down her offer of payment. Further, she was buoyed by the possibility she'd be able to track the girls down yet, if the kind stranger's prediction was correct." Of course, I would be glad of the opportunity to return this excellent favor. I'm the Chancellor of the Queen's School..."she had already given her name, and now she added the location of her school." These days I can almost always be found there, except in special circumstances like these." Star looked grim, though she did wave a hand in a friendly gesture as the two - one of whom was friendly, anyway - turned and left her. It didn't bother her that she didn't know them - if they came to her, of course she'd repay the debt, and the one, at least, she'd recognize. Not the other, but he could identify himself by reminding her of this day. Star had no time to dally herself. She remounted and travelled, using the stranger's landmarks to keep her on the right route. She still hoped to come across the marauding band before they reached the relative safety of their lair; either way, she was not leaving until she was together with Sara again, and could find out the fate of the others.

Teachers are the real heroes (or vice versa) (Metalzephyr & victoria4)|rating:4.0

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP - theterran v. Mistral

A person in a heavy armored spacesuit enters, duel disc at ready. Victory Cross: 40 cards Spoiler Hide MONSTER: 20 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 10. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 11. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 12. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 13. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 14. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 15. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 16. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 17. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 18. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 19. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 20. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) SPELL: 13 21. Creature Swap 22. Creature Swap 23. Enemy Controller 24. Enemy Controller 25. Enemy Controller 26. Heavy Storm 27. Limiter Removal 28. Mystical Space Typhoon 29. Power Capsule 30. Power Capsule 31. Shrink 32. Shrink 33. Shrink TRAP: 7 34. Beckoning Light 35. Beckoning Light 36. Bottomless Trap Hole 37. Bottomless Trap Hole 38. Mirror Force 39. Solemn Judgment 40. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) * post roll count doesn't match database Forgot that little problem with rolling in the first post. Init:(1d20)[11]Draw:(5d40)[18][23][32][20][24](117)Reroll:(3d40)[8][10][30](48) Unit:(1d20)[5]Hand - (5d42)[34][4][2][33][10](83)Extra - (3d42)[21][41][7](69)Dark World (42 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 6 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 7 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 8 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 9 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 10 Dark Necrosis 11 Morphing Jar 12 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 13 Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 14 Dark Armed Dragon 15 Dark Resonator 16 Dark Resonator 17 Dark Resonator 18 Mystic Tomato 19 Sagan 20 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 21 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 22 Rigorous Reader 23 Rigorous Reader 24 Rigorous Reader 25 Plague spreader Zombie 26 Card Destruction 27 Dark Eruption 28 Dark Eruption 29 Dark World Lightning 30 Dark World Lightning 31 Dark World Dealings 32 Dark World Dealings 33 Dragged Down into the Grave 34 Dragged Down into the Grave 35 Dark Deal 36 Dark Deal 37 Dark Deal 38 Dark Bribe 39 Dark Bribe 40 Forced Requisition 41 Forced Requisition 42 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier "I'm Player 1, then. Draw."(1d35)[21]"I'll activate my first ship, Victory Viper XX03, in face-up attack mode. I'll then set two cards face down and end my turn." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|VS|-|--|-|FD|FD|-[/table]MON:3. Victory Viper XX03(LIGHT Machine 4;1200/1000’S/T:3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 3. Enemy Controller 4. Shrink Life Points:8000Graveyard:0Spoiler Hide NONE Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:3Spoiler Hide Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Enemy Controller Deck:34Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 10. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 11. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 12. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 13. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 14. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 15. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 16. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 17. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 18. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 19. Creature Swap 20. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller 21. Heavy Storm 22. Limiter Removal 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Power Capsule 25. Power Capsule 26. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 27. Shrink 28. Beckoning Light 29. Beckoning Light 30. Bottomless Trap Hole 31. Bottomless Trap Hole 32. Mirror Force 33. Solemn Judgment 34. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw:(1d37)[24]I will place 2 cards face down, and end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|f|-|f|-[/table]Life Points: 8000HandSpoiler Hide 34 Dragged Down into the Grave 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 10 Dark Necrosis Face Down 33 Dragged Down into the Grave (left) 24 Dark Eruption (right) GY Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - Dark World (36 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 8 Morphing Jar 9 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 10 Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 11 Dark Armed Dragon 12 Dark Resonator 13 Dark Resonator 14 Dark Resonator 15 Mystic Tomato 16 Sagan 17 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 18 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Rigorous Reader 21 Rigorous Reader 22 Plague spreader Zombie 23 Card Destruction 24 Dark Eruption 25 Dark World Lightning 26 Dark World Lightning 27 Dark World Dealings 28 Dark World Dealings 29 Dark Deal 30 Dark Deal 31 Dark Deal 32 Dark Bribe 33 Dark Bribe 34 Forced Requisition 35 Forced Requisition 36 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Draw:(1d34)[11]"You're completely exposed. I'll attack directly with Vic Viper, then end my turn." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|VS|-|--|-|FD|FD|-[/table]MON:3. Victory Viper XX03(LIGHT Machine 4;1200/1000’S/T:3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 3. Enemy Controller 4. Shrink Life Points:8000Graveyard:0Spoiler Hide NONE Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:4Spoiler Hide Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Enemy Controller Deck:33Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 10. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 13. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 14. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 15. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 16. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 17. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 18. Creature Swap 19. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller 20. Heavy Storm 21. Limiter Removal 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Power Capsule 24. Power Capsule 25. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 26. Shrink 27. Beckoning Light 28. Beckoning Light 29. Bottomless Trap Hole 30. Bottomless Trap Hole 31. Mirror Force 32. Solemn Judgment 33. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw(1d36)[29]I will place another card face down. Then I will cast Dragged Down into the Grave You can view my Hand Spoiler, and I will wait for the go ahead from you or you to post your hand before I look at anything. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|-f|f|DOG|f|-[/table]Life Points: 6800Hand(3)Spoiler Hide Silva, Warlord of Dark World Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Dark Necrosis Face Down Spoiler Hide Dark Deal (1) Dragged Down into the Grave (2) Dark Eruption (4) GY Spoiler Hide - Spoiler Hide - Dark World (36 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 8 Morphing Jar 9 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 10 Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 11 Dark Armed Dragon 12 Dark Resonator 13 Dark Resonator 14 Dark Resonator 15 Mystic Tomato 16 Sagan 17 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 18 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Rigorous Reader 21 Rigorous Reader 22 Plague spreader Zombie 23 Card Destruction 24 Dark Eruption 25 Dark World Lightning 26 Dark World Lightning 27 Dark World Dealings 28 Dark World Dealings 30 Dark Deal 31 Dark Deal 32 Dark Bribe 33 Dark Bribe 34 Forced Requisition 35 Forced Requisition 36 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier "My hand is as it appears here, or at the end of my previous turn. For my choice, I choose Dark Necrosis." Spoiler Hide Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Enemy Controller And I will choose Honest. Continuing on with my turn. Draw:(1d36)[6]I will now flip over a card, revealing another Dragged Down into the Grave. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|-f|DOG|-|f|-[/table]DOG = Dragged Down into the Grave Once you draw your card, I will need to see your hand again, you can view my hand spoiler below. Hand(3)Spoiler Hide Silva, Warlord of Dark World Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Face Down Spoiler Hide Dark Deal (1) Dragged Down into the Grave (2) Dark Eruption (4) GY Spoiler Hide Dark Necrosis Dragged Down into the Grave Spoiler Hide - Dark World (34 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Morphing Jar 8 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9 Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind 10 Dark Armed Dragon 11 Dark Resonator 12 Dark Resonator 13 Dark Resonator 14 Mystic Tomato 15 Sagan 16 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 17 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 18 Rigorous Reader 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Rigorous Reader 21 Plague spreader Zombie 22 Card Destruction 23 Dark Eruption 24 Dark World Lightning 25 Dark World Lightning 26 Dark World Dealings 27 Dark World Dealings 28 Dark Deal 29 Dark Deal 30 Dark Bribe 31 Dark Bribe 32 Forced Requisition 33 Forced Requisition 34 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Draw:(1d33)[7]"I select Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World." Hand: 4Spoiler Hide Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Enemy Controller And I select Cyber Valley. And Gold is special summoned. Draw:(1d34)[9]Gold will attack your monster.2300/1400Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|G|-|-|-f|-|-|f|-[/table]Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World (2300/1400)Once you draw your card, I will need to see your hand again, you can view my hand spoiler below. Hand(3)Spoiler Hide Silva, Warlord of Dark World Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Face Down Spoiler Hide Dark Deal (1) Dark Eruption (4) GY Spoiler Hide Dark Necrosis Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Spoiler Hide - Dark World (33 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Morphing Jar 8 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9 Dark Armed Dragon 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Dark Resonator 13 Mystic Tomato 14 Sagan 15 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Rigorous Reader 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Plague spreader Zombie 21 Card Destruction 22 Dark Eruption 23 Dark World Lightning 24 Dark World Lightning 25 Dark World Dealings 26 Dark World Dealings 27 Dark Deal 28 Dark Deal 29 Dark Bribe 30 Dark Bribe 31 Forced Requisition 32 Forced Requisition 33 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier IOC: Why? Dragged Down's effect to view the hand doesn't linger.(1d32)[23]Hand: 4Spoiler Hide Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Enemy Controller Power Capsule Deck: 31Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 13. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 14. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 15. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 16. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000)[/s] 17. Creature Swap 18. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller 19. Heavy Storm 20. Limiter Removal 21. Mystical Space Typhoon 22. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 23. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 24. Shrink 25. Beckoning Light 26. Beckoning Light 27. Bottomless Trap Hole 28. Bottomless Trap Hole 29. Mirror Force 30. Solemn Judgment 31. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Why what? (I cast 2 Dragged down into the grave)I viewed your hand, had you discard a card, and then you get to draw a card off of the DDG. Then I cast another one, and I saw your hand with the card you drew, then I had you discard another, and you got to draw another. (but I don't see that card)Anywho...after he attacks, my turn is complete assuming you don't have any responses. Originally Posted by veteran Why what? (I cast 2 Dragged down into the grave) I viewed your hand, had you discard a card, and then you get to draw a card off of the DDG. Then I cast another one, and I saw your hand with the card you drew, then I had you discard another, and you got to draw another. (but I don't see that card) Anywho...after he attacks, my turn is complete assuming you don't have any responses. IOC: You said that you needed to see the card I drew for the second DDG after Gold attacked as well, between Gold's stats and your hand. I was confused, since I didn't see any effect that would cause it. In any case, my response to Gold: Originally Posted by veteran Gold will attack your monster. "My face down card's effect activates." Goldd suddenly begins to shrink, its ATK reducing to 1150. Victory Viper then opens fire, consuming Gold entirely. Victory Viper then glows as it powers up (Effect: ATK increase). As a reaction to you activating Shrink. I activate Dark Deal. Pay 1000 life points, and you now make me discard a card. RandomCard - (1d3)[2]Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|G|-|-|-DD|-|-|f|-[/table]Hand(3)Spoiler Hide Silva, Warlord of Dark World Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Face Down Spoiler Hide Dark Eruption (4) GY Spoiler Hide Dark Necrosis Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind Spoiler Hide - Dark World (33 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Morphing Jar 8 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9 Dark Armed Dragon 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Dark Resonator 13 Mystic Tomato 14 Sagan 15 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Rigorous Reader 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Plague spreader Zombie 21 Card Destruction 22 Dark Eruption 23 Dark World Lightning 24 Dark World Lightning 25 Dark World Dealings 26 Dark World Dealings 27 Dark Deal 28 Dark Deal 29 Dark Bribe 30 Dark Bribe 31 Forced Requisition 32 Forced Requisition 33 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Originally Posted by veteran As a reaction to you activating Shrink. I activate Dark Deal. Pay 1000 life points, and you now make me discard a card. [roll0] IOC:Shrinks a Quick-Play Spell activated in the Damage Step. Dark Deal only activates against Normal Spells, and is also one Spell Speed too slow to activate in the Damage Step.EDIT: Also, assuming your table is accurate, you can't activate a Trap or Quick-Play Spell on the same turn you set it. You can activate a Normal Spells on the same turn you set it, though, unless specific card says otherwise. Originally Posted by Mistral IOC: Shrink is a Quick-Play Spell activated in the Damage Step. Dark Deal only activates against Normal Spells, and is also one Spell Speed too slow to activate in the Damage Step. Oh, lovely...(I'm still new to this...so this is a learning experience)...and me asking to see your hand again was just an error from a copy/paste. Alright...so my Gold guy is blown away... End my Turn.(edit) (IOC - Wow...didn't realize that was all one turn...) Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|-f|-|-|f|-[/table]Hand(3)Spoiler Hide Silva, Warlord of Dark World Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Face Down Spoiler Hide Dark Deal (1) Dark Eruption (4) GY Spoiler Hide Dark Necrosis Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Spoiler Hide - Dark World (33 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Morphing Jar 8 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9 Dark Armed Dragon 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Dark Resonator 13 Mystic Tomato 14 Sagan 15 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Rigorous Reader 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Plague spreader Zombie 21 Card Destruction 22 Dark Eruption 23 Dark World Lightning 24 Dark World Lightning 25 Dark World Dealings 26 Dark World Dealings 27 Dark Deal 28 Dark Deal 29 Dark Bribe 30 Dark Bribe 31 Forced Requisition 32 Forced Requisition 33 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Draw:(1d31)[12]IOC: Not a problem. It tripped me up the only time I tried a Dark World deck, too." I activate my spell, Power Capsule, to activate Victory Viper XX03's effect and summon an Option Token to the field." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|VS|VO|--|-|FD|PC|-[/table]MON:3. Victory Viper XX03(LIGHT Machine 4;1600/1000)4. Option Token(3) (LIGHT Machine 4;1600/1000’S/T:3. Face down card4. Power CapsuleFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 3. Enemy Controller Life Points:8000Graveyard:3Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:4Spoiler Hide Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Enemy Controller Deck:30Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 13. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 14. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 16. Creature Swap 17. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller 18. Heavy Storm 19. Limiter Removal 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 22. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 23. Shrink 24. Beckoning Light 25. Beckoning Light 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Bottomless Trap Hole 28. Mirror Force 29. Solemn Judgment 30. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Alright, Now I'll activate my Dark Deal (I hope) targeting the power capsule. Random - (1d3)[1]Silva, Warlord of Dark World is discarded, meaning that you choose two cards in your hand, and they are put on the bottom of your deck. Life Total: 5800Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|S|-|-|-|-|-|f|-[/table]Silva, Warlord of Dark WorldHand(2)Spoiler Hide Blacking – Gale the Whirlwind Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Dark Eruption (4) GY(5)Spoiler Hide Dark Necrosis Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (33 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Morphing Jar 8 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9 Dark Armed Dragon 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Dark Resonator 13 Mystic Tomato 14 Sagan 15 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Rigorous Reader 19 Rigorous Reader 20 Plague spreader Zombie 21 Card Destruction 22 Dark Eruption 23 Dark World Lightning 24 Dark World Lightning 25 Dark World Dealings 26 Dark World Dealings 27 Dark Deal 28 Dark Deal 29 Dark Bribe 30 Dark Bribe 31 Forced Requisition 32 Forced Requisition 33 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier "A minor setback. I set two cards face down and end my turn." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|VS|FD|--|-|FD|FD|-[/table]MON:3. Victory Viper XX03(LIGHT Machine 4;1600/1000)4. Face down cards/T:3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide MON: 4. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) S/T: 3. Enemy Controller 4. Enemy Controller Life Points:8000Graveyard:4Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:0Spoiler Hide NONE Deck:32Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 13. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 14. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 16. Creature Swap 17. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller 18. Heavy Storm 19. Limiter Removal 20. Mystical Space Typhoon 21. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 22. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 23. Shrink 24. Beckoning Light 25. Beckoning Light 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Bottomless Trap Hole 28. Mirror Force 29. Solemn Judgment 30. Torrential Tribute Next-Bottom: Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Bottom: Enemy Controller EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) (IOC - I just realized that Silva summons to the field regardless...which proves I need to read cards more carefully!) Draw:(1d33)[14]I will summon Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind. I will use its ability to cut your Victory Viper's attack / defense in half. Then I will Synchro Summon Thought Ruler Archfiend in attack mode. And have him attack your Victory Viper, which should be (800atk). Assuming you don't do anything crazy, this will end my turn. Life Total: 5800Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|-|-|-|-|f|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Hand(2)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Sagan Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Dark Eruption (4) GY(6)Spoiler Hide Dark Necrosis Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Blacking - Gale the Whirlwind RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (33 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 7 Morphing Jar 8 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 9 Dark Armed Dragon 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Dark Resonator 13 Mystic Tomato 14 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 16 Rigorous Reader 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Rigorous Reader 19 Plague spreader Zombie 20 Card Destruction 21 Dark Eruption 22 Dark World Lightning 23 Dark World Lightning 24 Dark World Dealings 25 Dark World Dealings 26 Dark Deal 27 Dark Deal 28 Dark Bribe 29 Dark Bribe 30 Forced Requisition 31 Forced Requisition 32 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Thought Ruler Archfiend Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier "Time for me to switch to controller port two. I activate my slot four face down Enemy Controller to switch your Thought Ruler Archfiend to defense mode." I'll pay 1000 Life points to negate the Enemy Controller and destroy it. "TCH. You also gain 1200 Life Points from destroying my Vic Viper, then." Draw:(1d32)[18]"Another face down and I end." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|FD|--|-|FD|FD|-[/table]MON:4. Face down cards/T:3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide MON: 4. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) S/T: 3. Enemy Controller 4. Heavy Storm Life Points:6100Graveyard:6Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Enemy Controller Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:0Spoiler Hide NONE Deck:31Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 13. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 14. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 16. Creature Swap 17. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Heavy Storm 18. Limiter Removal 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 21. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 22. Shrink 23. Beckoning Light 24. Beckoning Light 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Mirror Force 28. Solemn Judgment 29. Torrential Tribute Next-Bottom: Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Bottom: Enemy Controller EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw:(1d32)[5]Life Total: 6000I will flip my face down card, revealing Dark Eruption. Bringing Dark NecrofearBlackwing - Gale of the Whirlwind from my GY to my hand. Then I will play a monster face down in defense position. And I will attack your face down monster with my Archfiend. And end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|f|-|-|-|-|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Hand(2)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Blacking - Gale the Whirlwind Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Sagan GY(6)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (32 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Morphing Jar 7 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 8 Dark Armed Dragon 9 Dark Resonator 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Mystic Tomato 13 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 14 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Rigorous Reader 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Plague spreader Zombie 19 Card Destruction 20 Dark Eruption 21 Dark World Lightning 22 Dark World Lightning 23 Dark World Dealings 24 Dark World Dealings 25 Dark Deal 26 Dark Deal 27 Dark Bribe 28 Dark Bribe 29 Forced Requisition 30 Forced Requisition 31 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier IOC:Dark Eruption can only target DARK cards with 1500 ATK or less. Dark Microfarad DARK, but it has 2200 ATK. The only valid target in your Graveyard for Dark Eruption right now is Blacking - Gale the Whirlwind (1300 ATK). Huh...will ya look at that... Alright... I'll re aim it at the blacking...and continue on. Lord British Space Fighter explodes under the sudden blows. Draw:(1d29)[29]"Another face down, and I end." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|FD|FD|FD|-[/table’S/T:2. Face down card3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 2. Torrential Tribute 3. Enemy Controller 4. Heavy Storm Life Points:6100Graveyard:7Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Enemy Controller Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:0Spoiler Hide NONE Deck:30Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 13. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 14. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 16. Creature Swap 17. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Heavy Storm 18. Limiter Removal 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 21. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 22. Shrink 23. Beckoning Light 24. Beckoning Light 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Mirror Force 28. Solemn Judgment Sgt;. Torrential Tribute Next-Bottom: Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Bottom: Enemy Controller EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw:(1d31)[19]I'll attack you directly with my Thought Ruler Archfiend. End my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|f|-|-|-|-|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Hand(4)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Blacking - Gale the Whirlwind Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Sagan GY(6)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (30 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Morphing Jar 7 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 8 Dark Armed Dragon 9 Dark Resonator 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Mystic Tomato 13 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 14 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Rigorous Reader 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Plague spreader Zombie 19 Dark Eruption 20 Dark World Lightning 21 Dark World Lightning 22 Dark World Dealings 23 Dark World Dealings 24 Dark Deal 25 Dark Deal 26 Dark Bribe 27 Dark Bribe 28 Forced Requisition 29 Forced Requisition 30 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Draw:(1d28)[28]"I end my turn." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|FD|FD|FD|-[/table’S/T:2. Face down card3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 2. Torrential Tribute 3. Enemy Controller 4. Heavy Storm Life Points:3400Graveyard:7Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Enemy Controller Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:1Spoiler Hide Solemn Judgment Deck:29Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 13. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) 14. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 16. Creature Swap 17. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Heavy Storm 18. Limiter Removal 19. Mystical Space Typhoon 20. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 21. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 22. Shrink 23. Beckoning Light 24. Beckoning Light 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Bottomless Trap Hole 27. Mirror Force Sgt;. Solemn Judgment Sgt;. Torrential Tribute Next-Bottom: Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Bottom: Enemy Controller EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw:(1d30)[21]I'll attack you directly with my Thought Ruler Archfiend. End my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|f|-|-|-|-|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Hand(5)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Blacking - Gale the Whirlwind Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Dark World Lightning Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Sagan GY(6)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (29 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 6 Morphing Jar 7 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 8 Dark Armed Dragon 9 Dark Resonator 10 Dark Resonator 11 Dark Resonator 12 Mystic Tomato 13 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 14 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Rigorous Reader 17 Rigorous Reader 18 Plague spreader Zombie 19 Dark Eruption 20 Dark World Lightning 21 Dark World Dealings 22 Dark World Dealings 23 Dark Deal 24 Dark Deal 25 Dark Bribe 26 Dark Bribe 27 Forced Requisition 28 Forced Requisition 29 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Draw:(1d27)[14]"Another two face downs, and I end." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FD|-|-FD|FD|FD|FD|-[/table]MON:3. Face down cards/T:2. Face down card3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide MON: 3. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) S/T: 1. Solemn Judgment 2. Torrential Tribute 3. Enemy Controller 4. Heavy Storm Life Points:700Graveyard:7Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Enemy Controller Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:0Spoiler Hide NONE Deck:28Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) 13. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 14. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Creature Swap 16. Creature Swap Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Heavy Storm 17. Limiter Removal 18. Mystical Space Typhoon 19. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 20. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 21. Shrink 22. Beckoning Light 23. Beckoning Light 24. Bottomless Trap Hole 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Mirror Force Sgt;. Solemn Judgment Sgt;. Torrential Tribute Next-Bottom: Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Bottom: Enemy Controller EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) "Awe...you would have to draw a creature!" Draw:(1d29)[4]I will flip my monster Sagan into attack position. Attack your face down with the Thought Ruler, and attack you directly with the Sagan. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|S|-|-|-|-|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Sagan (1000/600)Life Total - 6000Hand(6)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Blacking - Gale the Whirlwind Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Dark World Lightning Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Sagan GY(6)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (29 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Dark Resonator 11 Mystic Tomato 12 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 13 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 14 Rigorous Reader 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Rigorous Reader 17 Plague spreader Zombie 18 Dark Eruption 19 Dark World Lightning 20 Dark World Dealings 21 Dark World Dealings 22 Dark Deal 23 Dark Deal 24 Dark Bribe 25 Dark Bribe 26 Forced Requisition 27 Forced Requisition 28 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier "Destroying my Shining Angel activates its special effect, allowing me to summon a second Shining Angel to the field in attack position."IOC: You should have 7200 LP from destroying Lord British (1200 ATK). Plus, you'll gain another 1400 for the above. Awe... I should have played that a little differently... Anywho...continuing... I'll summon my Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind in attack mode. I will then Synchro Summon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier by nixing Gale and Sagan. And Sending Sagan to my GY allows me to grab a Plague Spreader Zombie from my deck and put it in my hand. I will use Britney's ability to Discard a card and bounce your angel back to your hand. I will discard Brown, Huntsman of Dark World, which allows me to draw another card. (will come to my next post)I will then place 1 card face down and end my turn.(edit)Actually...that's a lot of actions... I'll wait to see if you have any responses before I draw the card off of BrionacField{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|-|-|-|-|f|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Life Total - 8600Hand(6)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Plague spreader Zombie Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Dark World Lightning GY(6)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (29 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Dark Resonator 11 Mystic Tomato 12 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 13 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 14 Rigorous Reader 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Rigorous Reader 18 Dark Eruption 19 Dark World Lightning 20 Dark World Dealings 21 Dark World Dealings 22 Dark Deal 23 Dark Deal 24 Dark Bribe 25 Dark Bribe 26 Forced Requisition 27 Forced Requisition 28 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Originally Posted by veteran I will then Synchro Summon Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier by nixing Gale and Sagan. "My face down Solemn Judgment now activates, negating your Britney's summon and destroying it for a paltry 350 LP." Updated...and Ending my Turn. (Assuming the Synchro still happened, and the Blacking and the Sagan went to the GY along with the Britney. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|-|-|-|-|f|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Life Total - 8600Hand(5)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Plague spreader Zombie Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Dark World Lightning GY(9)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis Sagan Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (28 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Dark Resonator 11 Mystic Tomato 12 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 13 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 14 Rigorous Reader 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Rigorous Reader 18 Dark Eruption 19 Dark World Lightning 20 Dark World Dealings 21 Dark World Dealings 22 Dark Deal 23 Dark Deal 24 Dark Bribe 25 Dark Bribe 26 Forced Requisition 27 Forced Requisition 28 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon IOC: The two went to the Graveyard as a cost, so Sagan still activated normally. Draw:(1d28)[24](Note also that Shining Angel's seek shuffles my deck, so the two cards on the bottom are now part of the count again...except I forgot to include the Shining Angel that was summoned. Actual draw below.) Draw:(1d27)[19]"I switch my Shining Angel to defense position and end my turn." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|SA|--|FD|FD|FD|-[/table]MON:3. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800’S/T:2. Face down card3. Face down card4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 2. Torrential Tribute 3. Enemy Controller 4. Heavy Storm Life Points:350Graveyard:9Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Enemy Controller Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Solemn Judgment Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:1Spoiler Hide Mystical Space Typhoon Deck:26Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 12. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) Sgt;. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 13. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 14. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 15. Creature Swap 16. Creature Swap 17. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Heavy Storm 18. Limiter Removal Sgt;. Mystical Space Typhoon 19. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 20. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 21. Shrink 22. Beckoning Light 23. Beckoning Light 24. Bottomless Trap Hole 25. Bottomless Trap Hole 26. Mirror Force Sgt;. Solemn Judgment Sgt;. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw:(1d28)[10]I will Play Dark Resonator in Attack mode. I will then attack your angel with the Dark Resonator, and then attack either you or your next angel with the Archfiend. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|T|-|D|-|-|-|f|-[/table]Thought Ruler Archfiend (2700/2300)Dark Resonator (1300/300)Life Total - 8600Hand(5)Spoiler Hide Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Plague spreader Zombie Face Down (1)Spoiler Hide Dark World Lightning GY(9)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis Sagan Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (26 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Mystic Tomato 11 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 12 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 13 Rigorous Reader 14 Rigorous Reader 15 Rigorous Reader 16 Dark Eruption 17 Dark World Lightning 18 Dark World Dealings 19 Dark World Dealings 20 Dark Deal 21 Dark Deal 22 Dark Bribe 23 Dark Bribe 24 Forced Requisition 25 Forced Requisition 26 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon "Unfortunately, it's not so easy for you to get past me. Your summon triggers another trap: Torrential Tribute. There's not a single monster that can withstand this damage storm." *grumble*I will flip my face down card to reveal Dark World Lightning targeting your face down in #3. Then I will select and discard Brown, Huntsman of Dark World which lets me draw another card.(1d26)[14]And I will end my turn. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-[/table]Life Total - 8600Hand(0)Spoiler Hide Rigorous Reader Brown, Huntsman of Dark World Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Card Destruction Plague spreader Zombie Face Down (0)Spoiler Hide - GY(9)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis Sagan Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Thought Ruler Archfiend Dark Resonator Dark World Lightning Brown, Huntsman of Dark World RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (26 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Mystic Tomato 11 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 12 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 13 Rigorous Reader 14 Rigorous Reader 15 Dark Eruption 16 Dark World Lightning 17 Dark World Dealings 18 Dark World Dealings 19 Dark Deal 20 Dark Deal 21 Dark Bribe 22 Dark Bribe 23 Forced Requisition 24 Forced Requisition 25 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Enemy Controllers destroyed without activating. Draw:(1d26)[10]"I summon my second Lord British Space Fighter, which attacks you directly. I then end my turn." Field:{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|LB|--|-|-|FD|-[/table]MON:3. Lord British Space Fighter(LIGHT Machine 4;1200/800’S/T:4. Face down cardFacedowns:Spoiler Hide S/T: 4. Heavy Storm Life Points:350Graveyard:12Spoiler Hide Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Shrink Power Capsule Enemy Controller Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Solemn Judgment Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Torrential Tribute Enemy Controller Remove from Play:0Spoiler Hide NONE Hand:1Spoiler Hide Mystical Space Typhoon Deck:25Spoiler Hide MAIN: 1. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 2. Blue Thunder T-45 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1700/1000) 3. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 4. Cyber Dragon (LIGHT Machine 5; 2100/1600) 5. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 6. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) Sgt;. Cyber Valley (LIGHT Machine 1; 0/0) 7. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 8. Fashion Beta (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 9. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Honest (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1100/1900) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 10. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) Sgt;. Lord British Space Fighter (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/800) 11. Sagan (DARK Fiend 3; 1000/600) Sgt;. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Shining Angel (LIGHT Fairy 4; 1400/800) Sgt;. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 12. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 13. Victory Viper XX03 (LIGHT Machine 4; 1200/1000) 14. Creature Swap 15. Creature Swap 16. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Enemy Controller Sgt;. Heavy Storm 17. Limiter Removal Sgt;. Mystical Space Typhoon 18. Power Capsule Sgt;. Power Capsule 19. Shrink Sgt;. Shrink 20. Shrink 21. Beckoning Light 22. Beckoning Light 23. Bottomless Trap Hole 24. Bottomless Trap Hole 25. Mirror Force Sgt;. Solemn Judgment Sgt;. Torrential Tribute EXTRA: 3 Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Chimera tech Fortress Dragon (DARK Machine 8; 0/0) Draw(1d25)[11]I will Cast Card Destruction discarding the following Rigorous ReaverBroww, Huntsman of Dark WorldGoldd, Wu-Lord of Dark WorldPlaguespreader ZombieBeiige, Vanguard of Dark World which allows me to special summon Badge and Gold, and draw a card from brown in addition to the 5 from the Card Destruction. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|-|-|CD|-|-[/table]CD = Card Destruction Life Total - 7400Hand(0)Spoiler Hide - Face Down (0)Spoiler Hide - GY(9)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis Sagan Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Thought Ruler Archfiend Dark Resonator Dark World Lightning Brown, Huntsman of Dark World RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (26 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Mystic Tomato 11 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 12 Rigorous Reader 13 Rigorous Reader 14 Dark Eruption 15 Dark World Lightning 16 Dark World Dealings 17 Dark World Dealings 18 Dark Deal 19 Dark Deal 20 Dark Bribe 21 Dark Bribe 22 Forced Requisition 23 Forced Requisition 24 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Draw(6d24)[3][3][9][16][4][4](39)(6d24)[7][15][13][4][15][4](58)Attack with Badge and Gold. If this does not kill you, I will continue. Field{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|G|B|-|-|-|-|-|-[/table]B=Badge (1600atk)G=Gold (2300atk)Life Total - 7400Hand(0)Spoiler Hide - Face Down (0)Spoiler Hide - GY(9)Spoiler Hide Dragged Down into the Grave Dragged Down into the Grave Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World Silva, Warlord of Dark World Dark Eruption Dark Necrosis Sagan Blacking - Gale of the Whirlwind Britney, Dragon of the Ice Barrier Thought Ruler Archfiend Dark Resonator Dark World Lightning Brown, Huntsman of Dark World RFG(0)Spoiler Hide - Dark World (26 Cards)Spoiler Hide 1 Gold, Wu-Lord of Dark World 2 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 3 Silva, Warlord of Dark World 4 Brown, Huntsman of Dark World 5 Morphing Jar 6 Gore the Emissary of Darkness 7 Dark Armed Dragon 8 Dark Resonator 9 Dark Resonator 10 Mystic Tomato 11 Badge, Vanguard of Dark World 12 Rigorous Reader 13 Rigorous Reader 14 Dark Eruption 15 Dark World Lightning 16 Dark World Dealings 17 Dark World Dealings 18 Dark Deal 19 Dark Deal 20 Dark Bribe 21 Dark Bribe 22 Forced Requisition 23 Forced Requisition 24 Forced Requisition Extra Deck Stardust Dragon Black Rose Dragon Goya Guardian Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon Draw:(5d25)[1][1][20][3][23](48)Reroll:(3d25)[14][25][3](42)The duelist flinches as the monsters' attacks hit home." That is my loss, then, and fairly played. Until I scrounge up some more credits, I bid you farewell." Sweet...thanks for the game! And sorry I really wasn't in the RP much... I'm still just trying to get the hang of the rules... It's no problem. It was a pretty good duel. I think that a useful card for your deck might be Allure of Darkness for draw power, though it is Limited. You could also put in multiple copies of some of the non-Limited cards in your Extra deck, like Stardust Dragon. Dark End Dragon can also be useful in case an opponent pulls out a Stardust of their own or if you suspect they have a card likely Body as a Shield, since your deck is mostly DARK (DID says "Send to graveyard" instead of "destroy", which lets it bypass cards that protect against destruction). You get 15 cards to play with in the Extra deck, and you don't need to worry about draws there, so you might as well fill it.

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP - theterran v. Mistral|rating:2.0

Blue Blood [cuppa + Lrrr]

(the past century, the golden Confederate cause had taken shape across the southern United States. It had taken the election of Abraham Lincoln, a man who had not even been on the ballot in many southern states, to bring the nation to a tipping point and a schist between north and south. Soon would come the attack on Fort Sumter, and men from across Virginia rallied to support the south, their homes, and the way of life they knew so well. While on the surface it was a war of state versus nation, north versus south, beneath that idealized picture was the systematic oppression of an entire race, which would forever shape the culture and conflict of the United States, long after the Civil War had come to a close. Of the first to join ranks and don the gray was Gerald Stevens. He had raised his family in the same plantation he was born in, and he would be damned if some Yank president thought he could take away the sole support of his industry: the slaves that had been born, lived, and died on his plantation were simply part of an economic system that had existed for centuries. Yet little did Gerald know that one member of his family was less than supportive of his Confederate zeal. Anne Stevens was Gerald's eldest daughter, and she was a spirited woman, with strong opinions that she worked very hard to guard, particularly on her family's plantation. On the day her father and her older brother left to join ranks, she joined her family and sent the two of them off with enthusiasm and regards for Jefferson Davis. However, months later she had finally plucked up enough courage to do the same: she sheered her hair short enough to be hidden beneath a cap, stole some trousers from her brother's now empty bedroom, and fled, with regards for Abraham Lincoln. Anne had a new name, and that was Will Samuel, and a new color to wear: blue. Anne ran through the night, not daring to stop until she was well beyond her county borders. Her lungs were stinging, and her face was bright red with exhaustion when she reached the train station in the neighboring county. She half expected that she would've been accidentally shot as a runaway slave by a hunter with a quick hand and an inflamed sense of patriotism, but somehow she'd managed to run through the night unseen. After her body stopped protesting against her, she'd regained her composure, her plan racing through her mind. She was unaware what the opinion of her fellow Virginian's to the north were, so she wondered if it would be best to venture even further north to Maryland. Granted, those Virginians who decided to fight for the Union wouldn't want to stay; there was too much hatred in the south that was just waiting to be tapped into. If she was to hope for success, she needed to get as far away from home as possible, and so she boarded her train north to Maryland. She had been terrified that the trains would've stopped their travel northward, but the fight was still in its earliest stages, and the battleground had not so clearly been drawn yet. She barely slept that night stowed in the cargo compartment, despite the weariness of her body; her mind was too restless and anxious to allow her reprieve. It felt like she had barely just dozed off when light filtered in and woke her, but the train was still moving. It was at least another day before she dared check her location. They had stopped in Western Virginia to pick up a shipment of coal, and were currently in Cumberland, unloading another shipment of cotton. If her intuition was right, as well as her ability to eavesdrop, they were stopping in Hub City next: Hagerstown, Maryland. That's where she'd get off, and that's where she'd find a recruitment center. With her plan secure and her journey soon complete, she slipped free of her hiding place as they pulled into the loading bay in Hub City. She knew how bedraggled she must have looked, but if anything it was better that way: no southern woman would've dared to be seen like this, so no one would even look twice. She adjusted her cap and drifted into town, surprised by the large amount of men sitting about, waiting to be given supplies. Those who clasped or wore uniforms appeared to be from all over... Maryland, Pennsylvania, Delaware, even New York....she listened, and the rumor was that they were being moved close to the capital, knowing the fight would begin in Virginia. Anne finally found the recruitment site and executed her lies beautifully: Her name was William Samuel, son of Bernard and Elizabeth Samuel, a farmer from the border of Western Virginia, near Berkeley Springs. The willowy boy had his papers, as if they really needed them. He was a set of hands, albeit unusually smooth and delicate hands for a farmer, but a set of hands nonetheless. In addition, he was a Western Virginia boy, and that's where they were headed: south. They shoved a uniform in Anne's arms and sent her on her way to her regiment, a Pennsylvania company. She'd forgotten the numbers already....her head was spinning. Was it 145th or the 155th? Were there really one hundred other regiments? Or were those numbers randomly selected? She was lost in a sea of things she had no knowledge capable of helping her understand, and for the first time since she had run, Anne doubted her decision to leave: could she really do this? Even if she couldn't, there was no going back now. After exhaling and settling her mind, she decided it was the 145th Pennsylvanian. From the snippets she heard from the other men the regiment was only going to be in Hagerstown for another day before moving south to Antietam. From there, they hoped to meet some Confederate troops, even General Lee himself, and get a taste for patriotism. Yet this regiment was largely already trained, having been up in Erie before making their way down to Chambersburg, and Anne would be thrown into the fray to learn as fast as possible. She was a smart girl...but she didn't know anything about fighting, nor the ways of war. She supposed she would either have to learn fast, or die quick. From what Anne could see, there were only a few men wearing their regimental insignia, for the 145th was not the only regiment camped nearby. She had changed into her uniform, already suffering from the growing summer heat in her heavy wool. If she'd thought women's hoops were constricting, at least she'd never had to wear layers of wool crowded amongst a packed group of men in wagons filled with damp straw. She kept to herself, despite her observance of the other members of her regiment. After all, she was most concerned about her voice. She'd worked to lower it, but it sounded crackly, like a boy who still hadn't settled into the voice of a man. It got the job done, but she didn't want to push her luck more than she had to; it was better to be shy than a woman. As the wagon came to a stop, having ventured outside the city to the rolling pastures beyond where various regiments had set up camp, the men began to hop over the railing and off the back end, gathering their belongings and trekking off to find their commanding officers and assignments. She grabbed her bag with the meager supplies she had brought with her, including her papers, and filed in with the dozen or so men that were joining the 145th. Having largely followed the men in front of her, she soon noticed as they approached camp that there was a rather tall man awaiting the recruits at the yard. She was glad to see that she wasn't the only one that suddenly seemed nervous, and certainly not the only one that didn't know how to proceed. She did not think she was the youngest either, for a boy who looked a few years younger stood a dozen paces away, his shoulders square as he tried to make himself look older than everyone knew he was. Part of Anne wondered what she was doing here. Her two sisters and her mother seemed to show no understanding or sympathy to the Union cause, but Anne had a personal reason to fight against the Southern way of life. When Anne's mother had given birth to her next eldest sister, her mother had gone through a serious postpartum depression, and it had been necessary to purchase a housekeeper to care for the young girl of five and her baby sister while her mother wallowed. The slave woman's name was Abigail, and she had been Anne's mother in every way except blood in those early years. Her presence and loving nature alone had been enough to keep Anne from recognizing any supposed inferiority between the two of them, regardless of the dark color of Abigail's skin. Yet when Anne was twelve, her father had grown tired of his wife's lackadaisical approach to raising his children, and he'd sold Abigail, breaking Anne's heart. To him, she had simply been another slave to buy and trade, but he'd sold away her mother that day. She would never forgive her family for that. And so Anne stood in blue wool, bearing another name, her idealistic purpose in being there making her feel far smaller than ever before. (hated the heat. His mother had the same problem, and she'd told him many times that the two of them had ice in their veins and when the late spring and early summer heat came, the copious sweat soaking both of them was the ice melting. It was a small thing they shared, but it never failed to bring a smile to both of them. How he wished he could be with his mother now instead of standing in a field wearing a heavy uniform sodden with the melted ice from his veins. He'd been in the 145thRegiment for about three months, having joined the Union Army back in mid-March. The regiment had gone through training up north in Pennsylvania before being shipped down to the Hagerstown, Maryland area where he'd been for the past several days. Two days ago the regiment had moved from the town to a farm about three miles west where they were to bivouac, take on additional recruits to reach their full complement of one thousand men, and make any final organizational changes before heading south to the war. His company was the last of ten in the regiment to fill its ranks, supposedly adding twenty soldiers this afternoon to the eighty already in place. And the men straggling from the wagons on the north side of the field included at least a few of those recruits based on the regimental insignia he could see on several uniforms. A big man at six feet tall and two hundred pounds, Anthony's large frame and well-developed muscles had earned him the name Bulldog in training, and he was proud his comrades felt that way about him. While there certainly were other soldiers of German heritage in the unit, his family name of Shut, deep blue eyes, and flowing blonde hair could just as easily have gotten him singled out for jokes or ridicule. As it was, he had quite a few friends he knew would give their lives for him, just as he'd give his for them. A small gust of wind kicked up some dust and chaff and had him momentarily closing his eyes until it passed. By the time he opened them, the stream of men heading across the field from the wagons had separated into distinct groups, each heading toward one of the regimental flags planted in the center of the different encampments. Quickly counting, he noted only fifteen recruits heading his way, and at least five of them were underage, a problem that had become common as recruiters were pressed to fill their quotas. When he'd joined, there were comparatively strict checks on age, and he had to produce a letter from his parents attesting to his eighteen years and giving their permission. In his case, his mother's nearly perfect penmanship was still impressive on the folded note Anthony kept in his inner breast pocket. Two of the new recruits were of particular concern. One was so short and had such a boyish face that he could not have been more than fourteen. The other was a bit taller, but quite thin and lightly built, and he wondered if the man could even carry a full pack and rifle, much less march a dozen miles with them. His worry wasn't official, Anthony was a simple private and had no command responsibility. No, he worried that the lives of his friends would depend on these additions to their unit, and what he saw gave him no comfort in that direction. On top of that, just by the way they walked he could tell that they had no training yet, and that was troubling indeed. Could they follow orders? Would they break and run under fire? Only time would tell, but he planned to keep an eye on them for any signs they were a danger to other members of the unit.(small group passed him and headed on to the headquarters tent. Their arrival had been the high point of the day with little else to do except read, play cards, or tell tall tales in the afternoon heat, so Anthony headed back to his company area and sat with his book in what little shade there was. An hour later, the fifteen new men arrived from HQ and reported to Lt. Michael Clark, the company commander the men had elected. All those who had been with the regiment for some time watched with more than a little amusement as the new boys set up two additional Bible tents. Or at least they attempted to set them up until Anthony and a friend took pity and provided the necessary experience to get the job done properly. Since each tent slept about twelve men, the new recruits would live in relative luxury with eight in one and seven in the other - at least until the last five men arrived to fill the company's quota. The new men milled about for a bit, settling themselves in one or the other tent and organizing their equipment and personal items. It was dinner mess time when they finished, and Anthony watched as they stood in some confusion when the cook gave the signal. "This way. Follow me if you want to eat." He had no fear that he wasn't heard, his voice was deep and loud and his friends joked that it had to be so all the livestock on the farm could hear him calling them. Anthony didn't mind, it was all in jest, and he accepted it as such. One thing he would never get used to was the food. He swore that the cook could take a perfectly good side of beef and turn it into a huge vat of boiling gray slop in less than an hour. It did taste like beef, but the texture and color were beyond his words to describe. Some hardtack was tossed into the gooey mess on his plate and he added the only thing worth looking forward to ... a large cup of hot coffee that was actually fairly good. Complaints filled the air, but none of the officers did much about it. Soldiers were allowed to complain about the food so long as they did their jobs and followed orders. Most of the established members of the company remembered how alone and confused they felt during their first days, and they made it a habit of eating with new recruits when they first arrived as a way of helping them become part of the army brotherhood. It was not all kindness though, since staying alive in battle often depended on everyone in the unit feeling a deep bond to everyone else. Given they were shipping out in a day or two, these strangers would have a hard time developing that friendship without a lot of help. So it was in their own best interest for the rest of the company to take them under their wing both socially and in practical matters. The youngest new man was clearly in over his head with most of the conversation topics. Anthony thought he could actually see the lad shaking when asked a question. His other new soldier of concern was on little better ground, his voice betraying his youth and every answer consisting of as few words as possible. All in all, the evening meal left him with even more worry than before, although he revealed those thoughts to no one. There was little point in discussing such things, and most of his friends would have already reached the same conclusions as he did anyway. Before Anne knew what had happened, the sun was sinking low over the trees on the horizon, and the day was over. Her body ached, her new wool uniform was drenched from perspiration, and she felt lower than the dirt she sat upon. She had given everything she had all day, and still it had barely been enough to get by. She had seen the way the other men in the camp had looked at her, and she did not like what she was in their eyes: a liability. The beginning of the day had gone in a blur, Lt. Clark having barked orders and sent the new recruits scrambling to meet them. The tent assembly had proven disastrous as all the untrained men had been unable to successfully heave together to assemble the lodging, and some of the men from the company had taken pity on them and stepped in to show them how. The tall man that Anne had seen when they had arrived was one of them, and he seemed like a kindly enough fellow despite his size. She had murmured a quiet word of thanks to each of the men that had assisted once the tents were assembled, slipping inside and setting up her bedroll, along with the others. The younger boy seemed to have latched onto her, likely afraid and wanting to stay close to someone a little closer to his own age. Anne was a good few years older, but with her bare face and her high voice she might as well have been the same as him. Anne didn't mind the boy, for he was rather close to her sister's age, and Anne was used to being followed around. Once the men had set up their places, taking a moment's respite to catch their breath, Anne had turned her attention to her hands. The rope and canvas that they had used to assemble the tents had left her fingers and palms spotted with blisters. Her skin was fair, and as a member of the Southern gentry, her hands had never known hard work. Soon she knew that those blisters would heal, and her skin would be worn and tough, but until then there would be misery. Using her canteen, she poured some water onto her hands, hissing softly as she watched the water drip and part the grime that had made its home on her hands. The younger boy was watching her when she looked up, and he blushed, realizing he had been staring, quickly looking down. He was fair like her, but with sandy brown hair, and similarly brown eyes, with freckles of youth dotting his cheeks. Anne couldn't help but smile slightly, slipping off her cap and subconsciously running her fingers through her chestnut hair, lingering on her bare neck, forever unused to her shorn locks. Anne had asked for his name, Richard Tompkins, and he had in turn asked for hers, before offering her some advice to tending to her blisters. He spoke with a clipped sort of lilt, leaving off the G's and the T's at the ends of words, which spoke to rural living. For a moment, Anne was worried that he would also be from Western Virginia, making her lie that much harder to carry out, for she had never been to Western Virginia (although she couldn't imagine it would be that much different from normal Virginia), but he was thankfully from northern Maryland, close to the border with Pennsylvania. His parents owned a farm, just a small one, and his mother was quite cross that his father was letting him go and fight. He was a nice boy, and Anne was glad to have someone to talk to, although she kept her voice low and her words to a minimum. Richard was happy to fill the silence with his own chatter, and so they made a good pair. While Anne knew that the two of them were looked at with slight derision from some, and worry from others, she saw no point in distancing herself from Richard to increase her own reputation. When the other men chimed in occasionally, Richard seemed visibly shaken, as if remembering where he was and who he was speaking to. He had not experienced much, but neither had Anne, although she had learned very well over the years how to smile and pretend and carry on without the slightest bit of comprehension. Richard on the other hand wore his confusion plain on his face, much like he wore his freckles. The small respite had been swift, however, and soon the new recruits were being herded along to dinner. By then, Anne's body was protesting both the journey here and the exertion of the afternoon. Food sounded wonderful, for she'd only had bits and pieces of her meager provisions during the days it had taken her to get here. Yet the slop that was put in front of her made her stomach churn and flop in protest, although Anne knew she had no right to turn her nose up at it. The surrounding men grumbled as well, and she silently dipped the hardtack in the slop and ate in silence, willing herself to get it down. She had as much as she could, before downing the coffee to erase the texture from her tongue's memory. It really wasn't that horrible tasting; it was just the texture she couldn't stand. Abigail had taught her to cook over the years, and Anne was hopeful that she might be able to find a post working in the kitchens, if for no other reason than improving her own enjoyment of meals. The men around them kept conversation light, asking about their homes and families, asking if they had heard anything about how the war was progressing, and various other topics. While it didn't feel forced, it didn't feel entirely natural either, as if there was more at stake than just light conversation. Anne spoke only when directly spoken to, and kept her answers simple and straightforward. Occasionally someone was a bit more curious than she liked, but she did her best to answer their questions to the best of her ability without giving too much away. What Anne had not anticipated was how exhausting it would be to pretend to be someone else. Truth was easy and required very little thought...yet all of these lies had to connect to one another in way that wouldn't leave holes for people to whittle away at. That took effort, and Anne was weary in so many ways. Homesick, feeling low from her lack of success that day, her hands blistered, her chest aching from where she had bound herself flat, and questioning her decision to be there, Anne excused herself early to go to the tents. She didn't think she'd sleep for some time, despite her fatigue, but she needed to be by herself for a time. Anne's moral connection to this war had driven her to be here, and she did not question the moral dilemma she faced. She had wanted to fight for what she believed in, and she didn't feel she could do that at home in a dress and with a needle, although perhaps she could've done more than she realized. Yet as she had joined this sea of men, her lofty ideals seemed to shrink as she did. After all, she was just one person. What could she hope to achieve as just a single and solitary soldier? She wouldn't win the war on her own, and she certainly couldn't save anyone in her company if she couldn't even lift her gear. She crawled onto her bedroll and felt hot tears start to fall, which she swiftly and ashamedly wiped away. The gossip around the fire as the evening wore on was that they'd spend the next day in camp before heading to the railroad tracks for a trip south, toward the actual fighting. Most of the established company men knew better than to trust such rumors, but nevertheless they enjoyed the cooler night air well past normal bedtime with no officers objecting. In fact, Lt. Clark stopped by and spent at least an hour with his men in general conversation. Anthony wasn't worried about the late bedtime because he tended to need less sleep than the average person and if he got to bed by 11 pm, he'd be able to rise at 5 am and be ready to march, fight, work, or whatever else the army demanded. Walking by the new recruit's tents at 10 pm on his way to his own bedroll, he noted that most, if not all, of them had turned in. That was good, because they hadn't yet discovered or been taught the dozens of small tricks and techniques that would help them get a lot more done with less effort. They'd need to be well rested to get through their first real day as soldiers. Looking up, the moon was nearly full, and the sky was totally clear meaning he could see details on the ground nearly as well as in daylight, at least details close by. That was something you learned through experience as a soldier ... knowing which nights would be inky black and which would be like tonight dictated whether you could successfully march at night and the pace you could expect. They'd been told that battles rarely took place outside of daylight hours, so the relative darkness of a night didn't have much relevance so far as fighting went. Moving quietly, Anthony made his way inside his tent, noting that at least ten of the fifteen men assigned to it were already asleep, or at least lying on their bedrolls. Careful not to disturb them, he removed his boots and shirt along with the few articles he had in his pants pockets, then slowly laid down on top of his own bedding. He was hot as usual, and he would probably wake up in the morning without having used even a sheet to cover up. For whatever reason, Anthony lay awake for more than an hour before drifting off. Thoughts of his parents and home were part of what kept him awake, but worry about the mere boys they'd gotten as recruits were on his mind just as much. They had five more men to add to the company tomorrow, and he wondered if they'd all be as small and underage as the smallest and youngest of the fifteen that arrived that day. Try as he might, he could not dismiss the thought that their age and size was a major issue and his friends might fall on the field of fire just because some recruiter wasn't willing to do his job properly. The next thing he knew, the sky was getting light and one of his bunk-mates, Samuel, grunted that it was five-thirty already. Without any urgent business to attend to like actual fighting or a march to a new location, the morning routine was quite relaxed and everyone had a chance to clean themselves up before breakfast. All meals followed the same procedure as dinner had the night before, at least when they weren't on the move or in battle. The only difference was that the food consisted of small portions of leftover dinner, some salted beef, and a chunk of boiled potato. The rest of the meal time activity, including the complaining, was indistinguishable from what had happened twelve hours before. Anthony was near the head of the line and, after settling down with his food, he watched the youngsters as they queued up for their first army breakfast. The youngest boy looked worn out, not a good sign if he was to get through the day's activities. The taller one seemed to be in better shape, although he still wondered if he could hold up under all his gear when the inevitable morning march was ordered in an hour or two. The other three of the new men who were obviously underage seemed to have weathered their first night better. All three sat nearby and ate with a significant appetite as they chattered away about some nonsense they'd heard from a corporal who probably didn't know one end of his musket from the other. Wiping up the last of his meal with a small piece of potato, Anthony nudged Samuel, and they rounded up the five who needed help the most, walking them to a corner of the field well away from the rest of the men. "Any of you ever fire one of these before?" Samuel raised his smooth bore musket over his head, waiting for a show of hands to see how many had experience. A disgusted grunt was his reply when not one of the men had any experience at all with loading and firing such a weapon. He and Anthony spent the next hour and a half working with the five, first showing them how to load the guns, then how to aim and fire them. It would have been good comedy if it wasn't such a deadly business. Two of the men had trouble even raising the heavy long arms to aiming and firing position, so Anthony found a good, heavy branch with a 'Y' at one end and planted the other end deep in the soil. "There. Until you build up your strength and can handle the gun, use a branch like this one to support it." The tactic would only work if they were defending a static position since advancing on the enemy and having to set up the support while under fire was suicidal. The company commander's whistle called them all back to the regimental area and as they walked, Samuel gave Anthony his opinion. "I'll be surprised if we see even one of these boys alive after our first battle." It was a grim prediction, but one shared by Anthony. How could the army send small, underage, untrained boys like these to fight against an enemy army full of boys who'd been hunting and shooting since they were seven or eight years old? He didn't know, and all he could do was shake his head as he loaded up his pack and got in formation for their daily march intended to keep them all in good physical condition. For the newcomers, it would be a rude awakening to the rigors of military life, and he hoped that somehow, some way, they would get through their first day. Sometime in the night, Anne had silently cried herself to sleep. Between the stinging of her hands and the throbbing of her heart, her body had put up a fight in allowing her rest. Yet thankfully it was not too late, certainly not late enough for all the men to have returned to the tent, before it had relinquished, and Anne was gifted a long night of sleep in exchange for the mental torment of the day. She knew tomorrow would be even more challenging, and she needed to buck up her courage, and get her rest, if she was going to survive. Men shuffling about the tent woke Anne in the early hours of the following morning, before dawn, the world cast in soft blues and purples as the sun still hid just behind the horizon. Rubbing her eyes blearily, Anne quickly looked down to ensure that she was still concealed. She could not sleep in her full uniform, for that would raise eyebrows and questions, but she had brought along a loose, linen shirt that had belonged to her brother to wear over the binding at her chest while she slept. Thankfully everything was still as it should be, and she ran her fingers through her now slightly grimy cropped hair. Shrugging into her uniform and tugging her cap down to her ears, she managed to dislodge herself from her bedroll, and clamber out into the fresh, clean air of morning. It was far more relaxed than Anne had anticipated, although that should not have been the case, for they had nowhere to be. Men sat about shaving, laughing together, and cleaning up a bit, and Anne simply wandered the camp, nodding to those who caught her inquisitive gaze, until Richard caught up to her. He hadn't slept well, she could see from the rings beneath his eyes, and Anne wondered what his demons were. They could all manage well enough in the light of day, but with night brought silence, and brooding thoughts and doubts. Anne had endured it well as she could, but it seemed Richard had not. They sat together at breakfast, the other three boys closer to their age distancing themselves, as if already leaving them for dead. Anne couldn't blame them, although it set her teeth on edge from anger regardless, frustrated that she could be dismissed so easily. She had a life to give just like they did, and if she was going to die, then it seemed ridiculous to ensure that she died alone. But of course, she wouldn't be dying alone, and that was the problem. Casualties were running very high in this War Between the States, and it had slowed recruitment drastically in the years since Sumter. A great deal of the surrounding men would likely die once they saw combat, and while Anne had known that, it wasn't until she had been thrust amongst them that she had truly understood what that meant. And yet, just as Anne was pushing around the remainder of her meal with her index finger, two of the men who had come to help them with the tent yesterday approached both her and Richard, and the other three boys who had excluded them. They rounded them up and herded them out into the fields to teach them to shoot, and Anne lifted her brow in surprise at the gesture. It relieved her somewhat to know that none of the boys had ever shot the musket Samuel -- that was his name, right? -- lifted to show them. While the other three boys were a bit more physically prepared, none of them had experience either. However, Anne's momentary relief at being on equal playing field with at least one person was soon forgotten as she tried to lift the heavy gun. Her father and brothers had gone hunting since they were boys, and while Anne had often been allowed to come along when she was a girl, those days were long gone, and now she found the gun nearly impossible to lift. It wasn't that she wasn't limber, just that all she had been allowed to lift since she was a girl were linens, flour, and the occasional bucket of water. The older of the two men, Anthony, soon found her and Richard a stick so that they could at least practice their aim and the mechanics of the gun, even if they could not hold it just yet. She thanked him quietly, shyly, embarrassed by her own physical limitations, but then got back to work. She was a smart girl, so she quickly picked up how to shoot the gun, and her aim wasn't half bad either when they were allowed to try with live ammunition, but that would mean nothing if she could not lift it. Furthermore, she knew she would have to begin training her arms, lifting various things around the camp, and doing some of the exercises she had seen some of the men doing that morning. Anne would feel foolish at first, but it might be the thing that kept her alive. Perhaps if she asked Anthony or Samuel they might show her how. Yet before she could, a whistle blew and the men and boys gathered their things to head back to the campground. The commander had called them together for the daily march, and Lt. Clark had passed along his command for heavy marching-order, much to the groans of some of the surrounding men. What Anne could not know is that they were used to light marching-order, which would've required them to collect only their musket, ammunition, haversack, and canteen. If they were really marching to their next location using heavy marching-order, they would pack every belonging they possessed -- knapsack, haversack, canteen, and arms -- and load it on their backs. However, this was a simulated heavy march, and so the men moved about the tent, collecting their gear, finding a balance between the usual light march and today's simulated heavy march. Anne's eyes flicked anxiously about as she mirrored what the other men were doing, her bag growing heavier by the minute. She estimated her bag weighed at least 40 pounds, and it would only get worse once they were truly marching out of camp. Anne heaved her knapsack and haversack onto her shoulders, as well as her arms gear, and nearly toppled over. She got her feet under her and shifted her hips to balance the weight more properly, tipping over slightly at the waist to avoid falling backwards. The process alone had her panting quietly, particularly in her woolen uniform on this blazing hot day. Struggling, she moved to fall into line, towards the middle of the regiment, the men standing side by side in rows of four. At the blow of the whistle, they began to move out, trudging out across the field for who knows how long before doubling back and beginning all over again. All Anne had to do was put one foot in front of the other in rhythm with the surrounding men. Yet as the steps continued, she found it harder and harder to do so. While they had begun in formation, that relaxed as they went along, and Anne's steps got slower and smaller. The men behind her parted and continued on around her, and while she muttered to herself, pushing herself onwards, before she knew it she was looking ahead to see the group of men leaving her behind. Sweat dripped from her brow and her back and hips ached, but she swore loudly, and kept on trudging despite her distance behind. The other boys, even Richard, were used to helping about their family farms, but Anne had nothing to aid her now except her will power. She had managed one large loop of the field with them, but by the second she was well behind, and by the third the regiment had lapped her completely, the men parting to walk past her once more. She watched as the men finished and began to unload their things, but still she did not stop, although she began to weave dangerously, the heat going to her head. Again and again she willed herself on, but it wasn't to be. Will power was not to be underestimated, but it could not be everything, for shortly after she finished her second lap, her legs buckled, and she fell face-first into the earth beneath her, and her mind went black. Some of the men he was closest to had begun calling him Tony, and he hadn't objected. No one back home had ever used that shortened version of his name, but with the training most of the men had it was clear that short, terse, and to the point commands worked best in the general confusion of a couple of hundred individuals hoping to focus on the same objective. Shouting 'Tony' was faster and more likely to be understood than calling out 'Anthony', although he had to admit that the difference was not a big one. He hadn't groaned, but he wanted to when Lt. Clarke passed the order for Heavy March, meaning they were to carry all their possessions instead of just those they'd need for fighting or working. His pack and arms weighed nearly fifty pounds all told, but Tony and the experienced soldiers had done this in training at least a dozen times. While extremely unpleasant, he had no doubt that they'd be fine despite the rising heat of the day. The new recruits, on the other hand, were another story, and although he had no direct responsibility for them, he and Samuel had already agreed to do what they could to help, within army discipline of course. Some men drank long and hard before the march, but Tony knew that was a mistake. They'd be dealing with painful cramps before long, and some would vomit up all they had taken in and more. A good swig from his canteen was all he allowed himself before falling in, and he'd regularly drink small amounts as they marched. Samuel was already near the back of the company and Tony took his place beside his friend. From there, they could keep an eye on the new recruits ahead of them and, if practical, provide some assistance should it be required. The first circuit of the field found the newcomers still in the company ranks, although the taller one had fallen to the very back. As he finished his second round, it was clear to both Tony and Samuel that the boy was in serious trouble - straggling far behind the rest of the men including the companies behind theirs. When the bulk of the men finished their march and were dismissed, Tony and Samuel turned to walk toward the straggler only to be stopped by Lt. Clarke." And what do you two think you're doing? I won't have unfit men in my company, and that includes Will Samuel there." The lieutenant swung his arm to point at the struggling boy as if the two didn't know where he was. Clarke had always struck Tony as cold-hearted, but he had marked that impression up to his officer status. Officers had to be ready to sacrifice men to reach their objectives and having too much sympathy would make that impossible. But here and now, there was no mortal danger, no objective to capture, and no enemy to defeat. The lieutenant knew this was the boy's first day as a soldier and heavy marching was the most demanding task any soldier faced, particularly in the now blistering heat of late morning. Some accommodation allowing those without training to condition themselves was surely justified." One hundred men able to finish a heavy march and fight is better than ninety-nine minus a grave detail." Tony was shocked at the comment, but when he turned to Samuel, the man's face was as hard as stone. This sort of resolve was something he'd never seen in his friend, and lieutenant or not, Tony did not envy Clarke being on the other end of the face off. His quick assessment of their commanding officer's face said it all. Clarke was more than intimidated, he was scared of Samuel, and no words at all were forthcoming before he turned to walk away." You just made an enemy Samuel. I'd be careful you don't make too many." Samuel nodded, and Tony turned away just in time to see the boy collapse under the weight of his gear on the far side of the field. They hadn't been ordered not to help, at least not directly. Clarke had only told them he didn't want unfit men in the company, and that left the two free to run across the rough and rutted turf until they reached the downed man. Samuel removed his pack and collected all the other gear, placing it next to a large tree nearby. Meanwhile, Tony tried to get a response. "Will. Will Samuel. Come on boy, can you hear me?" Some water from a canteen splashed on the unconscious face, followed by two sharp slaps. "Come on, wake up boy." Neither man had any medical training, but they were both aware of heat prostration and the pale color of the boy's face did not bode well. Dragging him into the shade, they were about to remove his uniform shirt when his eyes fluttered open. "All right Will, that's enough marching for today. Rest for a few minutes, and then we'll help you back to your tent." Tony was still thinking of how surprised he'd been when he took Will's wrists to drag him. The bones were almost delicate, much lighter than any other boy's he knew. And although taller than the other young boy, he weighed much less than Tony expected. Maybe Will was even younger than he'd thought? There was little talk as they waited for Will to recover and ten minutes later the boy got to his feet with little assistance. Many eyes were on the small group as they made their way back to the encampment, and Tony knew the boy might be feeling like a failure or at least as if he didn't belong. "Pay them no mind Will. Some of those staring at you right now didn't make it as far as you did on their first day of training. They'll come around once you've had a chance to get into better shape." "Abby!" A young girl bounded across the fields to where her beloved Abigail trudged down the path towards the plantation, making her way from the slaves' quarters on the northern side of the property. The woman's worn face was damp with sweat, but at the sight of a young Anne, lanky and awkward in the years before womanhood, particularly swaddled in all those skirts her mother insisted she wear, Abigail's face brightened." Little Miss Anne, your mama told you -- and me -- that you're to stay at the plantation and wait for me to make my way there. You're bound 'n determined to see us both in trouble. You don't want that, now do ya?" The growing girl shook her head quickly, her face crumpling at the quick chiding, taking an impulsive step back as if she had somehow harmed Abigail by acting so rashly. The woman saw the girl react, and immediately regretted her words, no matter how playful she had intended them. Sighing with a puff of unbearably warm air in such sweltering summer heat, she reached out to take both of Anne's small hands in her own, giving them a gentle squeeze." You are as fickle as a firefly, Miss Anne. Don't let someone else's teasin' steal your smiles. If your mother says anything, we'll just have to apologize an' that'll be that. For now, let's get back to the house before the sun turns me into a puddle o' tar. I can't very well take care of you if I'm a puddle, now can I?" To her relief, Anne laughed then -- a warm bubble of a sound -- and squeezed Abigail's hands." Absolutely, Abby. Do you think today you can finally teach me how to make your secret special vanilla almond cake?" Together they turned and began to make their way back towards the plantation, Anne's hand in Abigail's, swinging back and forth in the thick July air. Calls from the fields distantly filtered through the air, along with the dull hum of the cicadas in the high oak trees, and Abigail swore that there had been never a more perfect day to teach Miss Anne how to make her favorite cake, much to the girl's delight." I wish you were my real Mama, Abby." A startled expression crossed the woman's face, and her eyes found Anne's as they smiled up at her, unaware and innocent to the ways of this world they found themselves in. She paused, floundering for what to say, both afraid and pleased of such words. Finally, after a long moment, she sighed, shaking her head quietly." That is mighty sweet of you, Miss Anne. But you mustn't be so unfair to your poor mama. She's had the baby blues hard, and she's done her best. Make sure she doesn't catch word of how you feel, so as not to make her any more blue. Promise me?" Abigail looked down to Anne, her expression earnest, and Anne nodded after a long moment, turning and leading them once more down the path." I understand, Abby. But I'm glad I told you."" I'm glad you told me too."" I'm never going to be as blue as Mama. If it were me, I'd just up and will myself happy again." Abigail smiled knowingly and shook her head. "Sometimes it doesn't work like that, sugar.""Oh, yes it does. All you have to do is think of the things that make you happy, and then you go out, and you find or do those things, and then you can't be sad anymore. Like when Mama is cross and chides me, or I hear her arguing with Father, I just think of you, and I can't be sad anymore."" Is that so?" Abigail finally managed, her heart weary for her poor Miss Anne." Absolutely." Anne's memories had been comfortable, and she had not wanted to leave them. Yet two smart slaps across the face had made it impossible to continue dwelling amongst them, and she groaned, spluttering the water that now ran down her face, gasping for air quietly. She was still woozy, her vision blurry and the slow throb of her heart heavy in her ears, but she couldn't deny that she was awake. Two of her comrades were helping her, but in her hazy state she could not tell who they were. They had familiar voices, but that was all Anne was aware of. She leaned back against the tree trunk, her face red with shame, drinking her water silently. Her body temperature slowly lowered as much as possible while clad in wool in the heat of the day. Eventually Anthony and Samuel's faces came into focus, and Anne blinked at them, giving them a quiet nod of thanks before looking down at her hands wrapped around the canteen. If they had chatted amongst each other or with her, she hadn't replied, too weary and defeated to muster her voice. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she rose unassisted, only slightly wobbly on her feet. Anthony had been right in his assumption of Anne's insecurity as they returned to camp, for she felt the eyes of the other soldiers on her even if she dare not raise her eyes to investigate. While his words had been an attempt to ease her troubles, they had not done much, causing Anne to simply nod and glance up once more at him. He had a strong jaw, but kindly eyes, and he and Samuel had been the only ones who had returned to help her. She knew that they had done so because they needed every man, not because they felt particularly connected to her, but still she was grateful." I hope so," she managed quietly, her voice sounding as weary as she appeared. "Thank you both for coming to help. You didn't have to...and certainly no one else did." She gave them both a quiet smile, but it was halfhearted." I think it's best I go lay down and disappear for a while. I'm still feeling a bit woozy." She lifted her hand in thanks before quietly turning and drifting back further into the camp, avoiding the glances and the occasional snarky comments thrown in her direction after her failed march in the ranks. When she reached the tent, she was glad to see that her new young friend was not there, and she crawled fully clothed onto her bed pad, turning her back to the opening, her face once more flushing in shame." I'm never going to be as blue as Mama," Anne whispered the words she had declared so brashly all of those years ago, attempting to encourage her current self. Yet the irony left a bad taste in her mouth, and she found herself more discouraged than if she had said nothing at all. After Will had shuffled off toward his tent, Tony had gone to check his gear after the march. Most of the men didn't bother, but he thought back to the second day of training and how he had lost his ramrod during a long march. Two hours later when it came time for target practice, he got a thorough dressing down by the veteran sergeant. He gave no back talk, for everything the man yelled at him was true. What good was a soldier who had no way of loading his rifle properly? Ever since then, he regularly checked his gear especially after marching and twice he'd found things had gone missing, but luckily they had been minor items and easy to replace. Tony had taken his things to a less crowded area near the open part of the field where the new recruits would be arriving today if the powers above had any inclination to spare a kind thought for the regiment. It was a chance to watch for the wagon they'd arrive in while taking his time to carefully inspect equipment that could spell the difference between survival and a grave. Now standing alone, he went through his pack item by item with only his own thoughts for company. The breeze had freshened, and he turned away to face downwind and avoid the dust incessantly making its way across the parched field. If he hadn't heard the boots on the rock-hard ground behind him, he'd still have known someone was approaching from the grit settling in his eyes, on his lips, and on everything else in his vicinity. He stiffened as Lt. Clarke's voice had him about face and come to attention, and in none too friendly a tone. "I thought I ordered you to leave that boy alone mister. Seems to me, you decided to ignore a direct order from a superior officer. You know what the punishment is for that?" Normally a rather reserved young man, Tony's eyes blazed with fire stoked by a bully abusing his position of power. He'd always stood up for those who were unable to defend themselves, and he usually did it successfully given his physical prowess. Leaning forward slowly, he came almost nose to nose with his commander when he tilted his head down to make up for the eight inches difference in height." I do not sir. But I do know the punishment for an officer who abuses his men, do you?" So focused was he on the man in front of him that Tony failed to notice the eerie quiet that descended as his words pierced the thick, humid air. If he had taken time to think, he'd remember that not once in his life had he threatened someone else, but now he'd unleashed his full fury in a loud, menacing voice that left no room for misunderstanding. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Clarke would wait until Samuel was not in Tony's company given the way his friend had put the lieutenant in his place earlier. But if he thought he would find Tony an easy target for his pompous self-importance, he had another think coming. Tony had warned Samuel only some minutes before about making enemies, but there was a time to stand and fight regardless of what the good book said about turning the other cheek. It was likely only ten seconds, but the confrontation seemed to drag on silently for minutes until the captain sauntered up and offered a comment to defuse the situation. "Seems as though this heat would make the almighty himself ornery. I need a hand inspecting some new rifles' lieutenant. If you can spare a few minutes I'd appreciate it." Tony was left standing alone with every eye in the area measuring him after what had just happened. This wasn't a private spat with an officer like Samuel's had been. No, this was a very public and very explicit show of defiance, and he wondered what the captain was saying to Clarke as he watched the two walk out of earshot. He'd been in the right, he was certain of it. But whether the captain thought Clarke was a tin-pot dictator or Tony was a hot head who'd stepped over the line he couldn't know. One thing he could do was make sure everyone else watching understood he was deadly serious in what he'd said. To that end, he maintained a menacing expression and stared down anyone who dared to make eye contact. Eventually he went back to inspecting his gear and trying to write the whole thing off as inconsequential. But try as he might, he was sure there would be consequences, the only problem was that he didn't know what they might be. As he finished getting squared away, the sound of horses and wagon wheels on the hard-packed earth of the road brought his attention to the group of men who scrambled out as it came to a stop some distance away. There was one group of five men splitting off and through the dust he thought he recognized the insignia of the 145thregiment. "One forty-fifth over here boys." Waving a hand, he got five waves in return from men who were all at least twenty-five years old. Thank god no more children. "Hello boys, welcome to the regiment. Come on this way, and I'll show you your tent already set up by yesterday's recruits. You're the last five we needed to get to full strength." There was the usual greeting and handshaking and offers of help if anyone needed anything but within a half hour everyone was back to suffering through the midday heat and waiting for lunch to be served. Since the new men were assigned to Will's tent, Tony took a moment to check on the boy and see how he was doing. "Hello there Will. Feeling any better?" It seemed as though it should be cooler inside the tent since the sun was shaded, but every breath he drew was an effort, and he was beginning to wonder if it was actually hotter. Before he left, he warned Will about hanging around him too much after the incident with Clarke. He had a feeling that Tony Shut was going to be unpopular with everyone in the regiment for some time and there was no reason for Will to get tarred with the same brush. He'd only gone a couple of steps from the tent when lunch was announced, but he had little appetite with the heat and concern about Clarke so he headed off to the edge of the forest surrounding the field. It was cooler there and decidedly calmer and quieter. A much better place to think than the dusty bustling bivouac area a few hundred yards away.

Blue Blood [cuppa + Lrrr]|rating:4.0

A naughty peeping tom (Peacethatpowerbrings and Dizzi)

Dave watched from the tree in his yard. He sat there, pants at his ankles, masturbating to his neighbor masturbating. He had the perfect law of her room, and he had never been caught. Furthermore, he let a small moan pass his lips as she shook long blond hair out of his eyes. Furthermore, he slowly stroked his shaft, it was above average, as he looked at the woman with his blue eyes. Feeling himself pass the point of no return Dave grabbed the tree, not wanting to fall, and let out another groan of joy. "Fucked." He said as he spurted out is white-hot seed, spilling out into the darkness below. He waited for the woman to finish before kicking off his pants, it was hard to pull them up while sitting on a tree, and climbing down He used the ladder he made from when he had a treehouse to not hurt his tender member. Furthermore, he walked over to his pants, pulled them on, and went inside. Tomorrow he would have school. The last day of high school forever. The though made him giddy. He would sit behind the woman he lusted after on the bud. The thought made him almost hard again as he went to his room, got naked, and fell asleep. Sarah stretched out and rolled over like a cat when she had finished. She'd never thought of herself as a normal girl, it was hard, when she seemed so different. She was tall, lean, with small breasts, though she'd always been happy with how firm and rounded they were. Furthermore, she had long legs, and a figure with just enough fat to make her body seem smooth and soft. She started to think, wondering about the next day. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, and she'd have the house all to herself, or rather, to share with her boyfriend. She was dating a football player, not because she was a cheerleader, and unfortunately, some clichés were too bad to be false, but instead because she liked his body. It was the things that ran through her head, more than anything, she thought that made her different. She doubted if other girls thought about sex quite as much as she did, and although she was a virgin, she knew that tomorrow night was exactly when that was going to change. She stood up, walking over to the mirror, still wearing nothing at all, she'd always been more comfortable without clothes, and so, whenever she got into her room, and had the night to herself, she'd be naked. Furthermore, she played with her short blonde hair for a moment, she had a kind of messy hair-style that made her mornings shorter, and she eventually turned around to go back to bed, turning off her bedroom light before pulling the sheets over herself. Tomorrow night, she thought. She'd been shaved for a few years, and she knew Eric would like that. Thankfully she'd only have to get through one more day of school, even if no work was done, high school could be tedious. She was a good student, but, all in all, school bored her. Perhaps because the only thing on her mind seemed to be Eric, or rather, what was in Eric's pants, after all, Eric wasn't exactly a keeper, but she'd seen him in the shower once, and she was more than happy to string him along to get what she wanted. She drifted off to sleep, with these thoughts.---The next morning she awoke, her usual tired self. She arose, and got dressed quickly enough. Furthermore, she wore tight jeans and a tight tank-top that exposed just enough of her stomach to be suggestive but not enough that it looked entirely slutty, or, that was her opinion. She gave herself a look in the mirror, and smiled. Dave stepped onto the bus and waved to the woman he secretly lusted after. "Hey Sarah. What's up?" He asked, brushing a bit of dirt off of his tan blazer. He sat down behind her since, though they knew each other, they weren't exactly friends. She was much higher on the social ladder than him. Dave was excited for tonight, but unbeknownst to him, he wouldn't be watching just Sarah. But Sarah did not know he would be watching at all." Excited about the last day of school?" He asked, putting his backpack beside him as he looked at the woman he lusted after. He made a mental note that his new goal was to bone her by the end of the summer. "Uh...sure," she said, "not really paying much attention to him. Dave lived next door, but she'd never really bothered to learn more than his name, and she knew everyone's name. He was nice, not bad looking, but not exactly impressive by her standards, plus she'd always sort of pegged him for a nerd. She waited until Eric got on the bus, and when he sat down next to her, they got to talking. Though, it wasn't anything fascinating, she just sort of nodded her way through it, it was mostly about a football game Eric had apparently had the previous night, he even played outside of school, which Sarah sensed probably wasn't good for his chances at doing much of anything else with his life. The bus finally made it to school, and she walked out, hand in hand with Eric. Classes were, informal, to say the least, she made her way to her locker first, picking up her bag and making her way to English, her first class in the morning. She could only hope the day went quickly, she was feeling...well, horny, she supposed, for lack of a better word, and she definitely couldn't wait for that evening. Dave went through school as normal, though it was slack, he got his report card back, almost all A's, before heading back home early, as he had a free period last class. Eric snuck up behind Sarah and cover her eyes. "Guess who!?" he said jokingly. He turned her around and kissed her passionately. "I can't wait until tonight." he said before handing her a lunch tray. He gave a warm smile to her before kissing her again. "Me neither," replied, smiling, "sorry babe, but I'm skipping out for the day, just, come over at eight, ok? Great." She never really given him much choice, as she stood up and walked out. She'd get a ride with a friend, but first she needed a breath mint. It wasn't that she disliked kissing, or Eric's breath, but she just didn't like the taste of him, something about it... She made it home ten minutes later, and collapsed on her bed, wondering what her first time would be like. Eric nodded and, when he got home at about four, he masturbated to be sure that he would last longer. At 7:30 he changed into something more comfortable, jeans and a T-shirt with no underwear, and got his parents to drive him over to Sarah's house. His parent did not trust him with the car since he was caught in it high as a cloud. When he finally got there he went up to the door and gave two distinct knocks and opened the door a crack. "Babe! You here?" He asked. He patted his back pocket. Good, he had remembered his condom. Meanwhile, Dave was just getting home from work and decided to get a shower, he liked his showers, and they could last for up to an hour. But today, he didn't know why, he felt like having a much shorter shower than usual. "Eric!" she said, practically squealing as she ran downstairs." There you are," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up into a kiss." I couldn't wait..." she said.---It was that much longer before Sarah was kneeling in front of him, while he sat on the bed, legs spread and erection out. It clearly wasn't for him as much as it was her. She was still wearing a tight tank-top and jeans, though Eric was completely naked." Mmm" she hummed as she sucked him into her mouth, she was an amateur she knew, but she was eager. Eric let out a moan. His cock was small, about 5 inches, but he didn't seem to say anything about it as he grabbed her hair and started to force her deeper on him. "MMM..." He moaned in joy. HE finally pulled her off of him and helped her up and placed her on the bed. His erection was sticking straight up as he kneeled over her. "Ready?" She couldn't fault his enthusiasm, though the roughness was a bit unexpected. Of course, she hadn't gone out with him because he was sensitive, but he'd clearly been fairly careful to hide his own appetite from her. She nodded, smiling, and said, "yes..." The jock smiled and positioned his small cock over her slit and pushed. "Mmm..." He said as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. When he was all the way in he started to thrust in and out of her. Otside, Dave was getting into the tree and looked into his neighbors house and saw her and Eric fucking. Eric pulled out of a moment and Dave looked down at his own erection. He smiled, knowing that he was larger, by more than a little, than the student who had tormented him for years. Dave grabbed his own cock and started masturbating as the woman he lusted for had her boyfriend thrust into her again. In hindsight, she realized that a bit larger couldn't have hurt, but it wasn't bad nonetheless. She clung to his back moving back against him to try to get herself more excited. She liked it, but it really wasn't all she'd hoped for. Furthermore, she supposed it was mostly Eric's fault, but, for a first time she imagined it was better than most, or at least most she'd ever heard of." Harder!" she said, forcefully. Eric, tower of muscle that he was, obliged, and she was left panting, twisting the sheets into her clenched fists, listening to the slapping of skin on skin that was bringing her to orgasm. Of house, from the sounds Eric was making, he wasn't going to last the minutes it was going to take her to reach it, though, this being her first time, she didn't know that just yet. Eric went faster and faster before he said "FUCK :YES!!!!!" and he pulled out, spurting his hot seed onto her. Dave, outside, scoffed. Eric seemed to be so BAD. Dave was hardly hard right now, seeing as how the woman he lusted after was hardly having a food time. Dave gave a sigh and climber down the tree. Sarah sighed, and wiped the cum from her stomach onto Eric's jeans in a silent rebellion as Eric slumped over to the side. She didn't much care for her first time, but then, it was all about learning, wasn't it? She needed someone...larger, and a bit more dedicated. She bit her lip, sneaking her hand over to her nightstand. Eric wasn't even looking as she made her own phone ring and picked up. She sat bolt upright, and got up from the bed, pulling on jeans as she talked into her phone, trying to seem to be trying to seem calm."What's up?" asked Eric sitting up, clearly concerned." My parents are coming back," she said, "they forget my mom's clothes...you need to go...now!" she said.---It only took her five minutes to get him out. She even gave him money for the bus, and she ended up back in her room, seven minutes later, laughing and collapsing on her bed. Her parting words, "I'll call you sometime later, babe," were hollow, and she figured Eric would probably forget about her in a week, if not soon, and notch his belt. Part of the reason she'd been going out with him. She was, unsatisfied, to say the least, so, she ended up, sitting on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs wide, and licking two fingers before shoving them into her barely stretched entrance and beginning to stroke herself, inside and out, to the orgasm Eric had failed to provide. The next day, Dave decided to go for it. It was obvious that Eric had not given her what she wanted. And since Sarah did not want him, He would have to take her. He hid in his tree with some rope, aimed, and leaped through her window while she was downstairs. He waited by her door until she came in and quickly blindfolded her. "Last night was to very good was ti?" Dave said, disguising his voice. Sarah stayed quiet, mildly unimpressed. She swore to herself if it was Eric she was going to make him regret being born a man. She wasn't a particularly enlightened woman, and she certainly wasn't a feminist, but weak and defenceless, she was not. She timed a quick jab back with her elbow to his ribs, with a swinging back of her head into his face, and broke away, not even bothering to take of the blindfold as she rushed out of her bedroom and downstairs, pulling off the blindfold only when she got to the stairs, running downwards, and locking herself in the kitchen. She sunk to her knees, scared, a bit, but more hyped up on adrenalin. Furthermore, she had almost been raped, or at least, she thought so. Furthermore, she wasn't sure whether to be flattered or not, but if she ever found out it was Eric... She pulled out her cellphone, certain that, even with a fire-axe, her attacker would take longer getting through the thick oak doors that led to the kitchen than it would take the police to arrive. She wondered briefly why she couldn't attract any reasonable, well-endowed men, but she dismissed the thought as 911 picked up her call. Dave crawled his way to the window and climbed out. He would need more... subtle... means if he was going to get into Sarah." Hello, 911 emergency" she hard over the phone. She ended up calling in a breaking in, and the police, when they showed up, checked the house. It wasn't hard to figure out that it was her bedroom window that someone climbed in, after all, they'd gone out, and one couldn't exactly close it behind themselves while jumping to the tree. She thanked them, and ended up turning on her house alarm as she got ready for bed. She locked her bedroom window and sat at the edge of her bed, still in her PCs, massaging herself through the thin fabric. Furthermore, she thought about her encounter, and how she'd felt. Furthermore, she imagined that what she wanted wasn't really just sex, she wanted, obedience. Furthermore, she wanted a devotee, to lick her legs in the bath and fuck on command. Of course finding someone to be her worshiped probably wasn't realistic, and she absently stood to pull down her PJ bottoms to begin her nightly ritual. Dave looked out his window. "Oh! She's at it again!" He muttered before running back to the tree. In his excitements he did not notice that he was not on the right branch, and she would be able to see him. Dave dropped his pants and started to rub his 8-inch cock as the same rhythm that Sarah was rubbing herself. Sarah finally plunged two fingers into herself, opening her eyes as she did. She caught a sight in the corner of her eye as she did, and she froze. From the corner of her eye, without seeming to look, she could see someone, at her window. Rather, someone in the tree, someone holding his naked cock, and staring in at her. She stopped, removing her fingers and pulling herself up into bed, pulling the covers over herself and shutting out the lights. In the dark, she only more furiously stroked herself, realizing just what she had. As she panted in the dark, she knew she had a peeping tom, and more, that meant she had a guy who wanted her, probably pretty badly. Was he the intruder? Made sense. She knew she just has to take control of the situation, after all, that, was what she wanted. Dave looked at Sarah oddly. Why did she suddenly dive under the covers? He could see that she was still playing with herself, and decided to continue stroking himself. He strained his ears, wanting to hear her cum. "Oh... yes...." He moaned as he shut his eyes, pretending that he was fucking Sarah. H leaned forward and, before he knew it, was falling through the air He hit a branch, which snapped loudly, before landing on the ground. "Ow...." He said. He checked himself over. Nothing broken, but her had hit his ball sac and would to be getting up for a bit. She turned over, seeing the man suddenly gone, and she got up, walking over to draw her blinds. That done she forgot about her unfinished masturbation, and locked her door to go to sleep. She'd decided. She'd wait until the next night, and she put on a show for her creepy peeping tom, pretending she couldn't see him, of course, and then, when she figured out who he was, she gets what she'd missed with Eric, plus, this guy wouldn't be able to turn her down, ever, for anything, because, after all, peeping like that was a crime, and therefore, she'd have him by the balls, an image she rather enjoyed in her own head. The next night, Dave climbed up to the tree, accessing the proper branch this time, so that she could not see him unless she really looked. Dave dropped his pant into the darkness below and waited for Sarah to come into her room. He got hard by that thought. Sarah entered her room, walking straight over to her desk and pulling out her chair. That she wheeled to the window. Then she walked into place. At first, she only swishes her hips side to side, pushing her shirt skirt down until it fell off. Next she began slow turns as she shed her shirt, and then her bra. Her panties came off as she sat down, spreading her legs wide for the peeping tom, who she was incapable of seeing, with the lights on inside. She began to stroke herself, slowly, making sure she'd have time to her ...fan, with a rock-hard cock, and nice and close. She didn't want to be missing anything. Dave smiled as he watched her sensually undress. He started to stoke himself his fall the night before had bent a branch, and he let out a grunt before climbing up onto the branch he was on the night before, where he was able to be seen, but at the same time he had a better view as well. Dave started to stroke himself again, watching his neighbor closely, hoping that she did not see him. She reached to the side, producing a small, but stiff dildo, she didn't really use. She imagined her peeping tom would like it, he seemed to be enjoying himself already, and she imagined that his imagination would just run wild. She leaned back, licking the dildo first, before inserting it slowly into her spread lips, pushing steadily in, until there was just enough left for her to pull it back out, and she did, slowly fucking herself with the toy, as she watched him, getting a better look as she pretended to have her eyes closed. Furthermore, she figured that he'd have easily enough replaced the toy with himself in his mind. Furthermore, she wondered just how long he'd last out there. Dave? She said in her head, realizing that her peeping tom was, in fact her neighbor. She didn't stop, of course, wanting to let him finish. After all, he was going to be hers...all hers. Dave though? She'd never figured he'd have the guts. Dave thought something was up when she took out the dildo. He hadn't seen that before. But he continued to stroke himself. It was a few minutes before Sarah saw him grab the tree and spurt his hot seed into the darkness below. When he'd finished, she stopped, leaving the dildo inside her self, but putting up her feet on the window-sill and reaching over to turn out the lights. With the lights out inside she'd be nearly invisible, but she could see him perfectly, and she could see she was right, it was Dave, and she had him. She smiled and spread her legs again, removing the toy and leaving it, and the chair where they were and crossing the room to put on her jeans and a t-shirt. That done, she didn't even bother with shoes, knowing that, even if Dave made it to his house before she intercepted him, she only had to cross their shared lawn. Besides, even if he escaped, she'd just find him in the morning. Dave gave a sigh before climbing down the tree. He quickly pulled on his pants and headed for home. But he WS intercepted by Sarah. "Uh... Hi Sarah... What-What are you doing out so late?" "I thought I saw something outside my window," she said, "and I came to see if it was a cat or something." She wanted to ease his fears a little, she was kind of toting with him, much like a cat with a mouse." Do you want to help me look?" she asked. She had a feeling that he wouldn't say no, she was sure that, even without knowing his forty little secret, it would be easy enough to manipulate him. Dave gave an inward sigh of relief. She HADN'T seen him. "Why look for the cat if it's not yours? You don't have a cat." Dave commented before shrugging his shoulders. "Never mind. I'll help." Personal time with Sarah! And he almost lost it! "Well," she said, "it may not be my pussy, but I still don't think it should be stuck in a tree," she said, giving a bit of a giggle at her phrasing." I think I should have that tree cut down," she said, as she walked towards it, "could be a real problem if we had a creepy pervert in the neighborhood..." She laughed, turning back to him, "don't you think?" Dave froze. That was... odd... Wording... Dave shook his head. "No, I don't think it would be a good idea." He said, trying to sound calm. "I mean, it's mostly on my property anyway. But really, who is going to climb up that tree and watch us?" She had to laugh then. First, because he'd tried defending the tree, and second, because he'd said, 'us' instead of 'you.' That wasn't too subtle, and while he was presuming a lot, given that she was planning on taking him to her room soon enough anyway, she didn't much mind." Us?" she said, "you're stretching a bit, I'm way out your league, kitty..." She felt like letting him in on the secret, but of course, he'd have to make the leap that she was telling him that he was the one in the tree, he was, the kitty." Besides," she said, "I don't want just anyone watching me in my private moments...why... I mean, even you could probably see from your window to mine, if it wasn't for the tree... I'll definitely have to close my curtains from now on..." She kept up the pretense, even if she'd dropped a pretty large hint about her meaning. Dave'says widened. She didn't know, did she? He was silent before saying, "Me!? Heh... a-as if... I mean... We've known each other since we were young. I mean. Heh... ew... right?" He was a horrible liar. "Just as I thought," she said, to herself, but out loud, not adding, 'a complete pussy...' She laughed and pulled up her t-shirt a little, revealing her jeans, which had slid down a bit, hanging off her hips and suggesting the curve down to her sex, and the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear." Dave," she said, "Kitty... I'm pretty sure, if I go inside and turn on the lights on this side of the house, there'll be a little trail of cum on the ground where you shot you load jerking off to me in the tree...and that...is most definitely a crime, one I don't really need to prove to get you arrested for, and that, I guarantee, will ruin you, even if you never get convicted..." She laughed again, and started walking back to her door." Here, Kitty," she said back to him, "if you want to avoid a little damp cage, with a beefcake named Duke or something..." Dave stared at her perfect waist but snapped back up to her eyes when she started talking. "Don't call me-" He was about to say 'kitty' but then she cut him off. She knew. "P-please! Don't tell anyone!" Dave said, following her when he was told to. When she got inside, she closed and locked the door behind him." Oh?" she said, "and why shouldn't I, kitty?" she asked, deciding right away she was almost certainly going to call him that, if only because he didn't like it, at least until she figured out a better pet name for him." You're a pervert," she said, "a stalker...even, tell me the truth...do you always think about me when you jerk off?" she asked, walking into her family room and sitting down on her couch. Dave looked at her. He was under her power and would not answer untruthfully. Dave just nodded in response to her question. It was true. It had been a long time since he masturbated to someone that was now Sarah." What are you going to do?" He asked her. "I'm going to be the single greatest stalking victim in history, and give you an...opportunity, to put all that practice to the test..." she said. With that, she walked to the staircase, and called down to him while walking upstairs." Come on... Davey," she said. David gulped. Was he going to finally get to lay with her? But, under the circumstances, would this be a good thing? When Sarah beckoned his name he cringed slightly but followed her. Davey. The one name that was perhaps worse than Kitty. She entered her room and stripped down casually, pulling aside the sheets as she got onto her bed, and then grabbed a pillow, sitting up cross-legged, the pillow between her legs, shielding her sex, and her breasts from view. When David entered she pointed to her dresser." You've got to wear a condom Davey," she said, "they're in there, if none of them fit, you've lost your chance..." She didn't have anything smaller than a medium, though she had every size above that, she was, after all, well-prepared for her entrance into the world of sex, even if her introduction had been poor. In hindsight, she wished she'd discovered David sooner. She didn't bother telling him why he was required. She'd have him tested, if he was going to be...hers, she was on the pill, but, still she couldn't be too careful, besides, they were ribbed, for her pleasure, which she found extremely apt, especially given her rather underwhelming bareback experience. Dave gulped nervously as she stripped. He almost got to see her pussy close up.... Almost. But then she put the pillow in front. When she told him about the condoms he piped up "Eric didn't wear one." he said, still fully clothed. "Mmm-hmm," she said, "Eric got tested, and I got to see the results, firsthand..." She looked him up and down and gave a laugh." Strip," she said, "and start at the top, and work your way down, no 'dropping' your pants, I want you to make me wet before you even touch me..." "I'm clean." David muttered before sighing. She had too much power over him right now. A simple three numbers, and then he would be in jail. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and when he was at the last button, he slid it off, revealing a toned, but not muscular, body. One of a person who walked everywhere they went. David reached down and slowly undid his pants button and then audibly unzipped his zipper. It took all of his willpower to not just leap on her right now. He wanted her so badly, and for so long, that his cock was rock hard and could easily be seen when he finally took his pants off. His member was larger than when he masturbated. And when David finally took off his boxers, even he was amazed at it's larger size. The fact that he was actually in front of a woman for his first time made his body want to impress her. David waited for a response to his stripping and 9 inch cock. Her jaw visibly dropped, her mouth hanging half open as she gazed at his cock. She hadn't quite expected anything so...well, much more than Eric, a bit more, she was hoping, above average. She'd really been looking for a man willing to please, but a well-equipped, eager, stalker, who she could ruin in five minutes, was much better." Fuck it..." she said, pulling the pillow aside, and practically leaping from the bed. She wanted to touch it, and touch it she did, as she wrapped one hand around it right away, marvelling at the feeling of it in her hand." How do you want me?" she asked, "this is your fantasy...isn't it? Just remember who is in charge here, and I'll give you want, David." David smiled. He didn't have to wear a condom. Truth was, that would have saved him a lot of embarrassment as he didn't know how to put one on. David groaned in joy as she grabbed him As soon as he asked how he wanted it, he started to get aggressive and grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth onto his cock. "Suck..." He said. The thought that he would be punished for this did not even cross his mind. She grabbed his balls right away, and squeezed. She also pulled back her lips and put her bare teeth down just past his head, not biting down, but making a clear threat as she growled a little. She reached up with her free hand and removed his from her hair, readjusting it, as she removed him from her mouth." Davey," she said, looking up at him, disapprovingly, "not only can I put you in prison, but, right now, I can make sure you never have children, or proper sex, ever, so, lets recall just how this should happen. I asked a question, the answer, would've been that you'd like, 'a blowjob' please, right Kitten?" she said, letting her grip on his balls gently ease off." Now...ask nicely, for what you want..." she commanded, "and if you want to grab my hair again, you have to ask for that too..." She wasn't sure how he'd take her quick assertion, she hoped it would work, of course, men weren't known for their reason, in her experience, so, she was still left with his erection aimed at her mouth. Though, if it did work, she'd be well on her way to having a well-trained boy-toy. "AGH!!!!" David yelled in pain. He almost fell over. He entire body burned with a pain that she could not understand. It took almost three full minutes before David could even say. "I... I want a blowjob... With. With me sitting on the bed." He slowly moved to the bed and sat down. "Better," she said, following him, on her knees. She grabbed his cock once more, and licked her lips before sliding as much as she could fit of him into her mouth. She sucked gently on that, about the first half of his length, before, slowly beginning to force more in. She imagined that he'd quickly forget about his pain, even if he remembered the lesson, fairly quickly, after all, he was clearly still incredibly hard. She finally ended up with more than two-thirds of him inside her mouth, and pushing against her throat before, she finally just forced the rest in, gagging instantly, but controlling herself, and beginning to slowly sliding her head back and forth along his length. "MMM...." David groaned in joy as Sarah sucked him off. He did not allow himself to grab her hair, but gently ran his fingers through it. "OH!" He gasped as she took his full length in. It was only about a minute before David gently pulled the woman he lusted after her off of him. "Here... I want to eat you out now..." He said. She smiled, licking her lips, as she sat herself on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide." Ok," she said, "but only because you asked properly..." She wanted him to kneel while he did it, like she had to do with him. It wasn't necessary, but she really was getting turned on by the whole affair, and only more so, by her lesson. David knelt by the bed and started to rub her lower lips before leaning in closer and licking them slow. He had never eaten someone out before, but he was going to try. He slowly started to push his tongue inside of her, then out, then inside again. His hands roamed around her pussy, looking for her clit. Finding it, he started to slowly rub the small nub. She gasped at feeling. It was, as far as her experience told her, better than sex. She smiled and put one leg over his shoulder, her back bending toward him, turning her pussy more fully toward his mouth. David moaned at her taste. He wondered if he could make her cum as he started to rub her clit more furiously. He suddenly switched from his tongue on her pussy and fingers on her clit to the reverse. His tongue started to tickle the sensitive nub as his fingers rubbed inside of her. "Oh...fuuuuuck, "she said, with both hands on the back of his head. She had her fingers sifting through his hair, aimlessly, just for something to touch while he worked." How did you...." she started, but she didn't bother, it didn't really matter how he'd figured out what he was doing, only that he kept doing it. She pulled on the back of his head, pulling him into her a little, shuddering at the feeling of more of his mouth contacting her, as he attended to her clit, which was, driving her absolutely wild. Dave, though he liked pleasing the woman he lusted after, wanted to leave. She had WAY too much power over him right now and he didn't like that. Dave continued to attack her clit until she came and, when she was exhausted, he bolted for the door. "What the fuck!" she yelled, sitting up, but not getting up, "I... Dave!" she yelled. She bit her lip, crossing her arms over her bare breasts and letting herself fall back onto her bed. She wasn't exactly fulfilled, and it was all Dave's fault, after all, he'd been peeping, and he'd wanted to eat her out, she didn't see why he'd make himself scarce, but she really wasn't caring about that at the moment, after all, she was, for the first time since her introduction to sex, very pleased with what she'd gotten from a man, though, she realized she'd probably missed out on the main attraction. Dave stayed outside of her door. Only now realizing he was naked. Luckily he was hidden from her view. His arson was begging to be satisfied and Dave sighed. His hand would not allow him to do it this time. But he was not going to allow himself back in there. She would have to come out and physically drag him back in there. He would fight, but he knew that she would win in the end. She looked around the room, realizing that his clothes were still on her floor. She figured he likely wouldn't leave the house without them, and she reasoned that he must've been sporting a rather powerful erection. She got up, kicking his clothes into a corner, and walking to the door. Furthermore, she spoke in a normal tone into the hall, without leaving her room, wondering if he'd hear her." Dave..." she said, "come back? I need your big cock, come on, I know you've always wanted to fuck me, I let you do whatever you want..." She figured if he didn't show in about a minute, she'd search the house and take him regardless of where she found him. Dave took a deep breath and turned into the room. He was so conflicted. One hand, he had the opportunity to fuck the girl of his dreams. On the other hand she had so much power over him. "Dave," she said, turning around and walking over to the bed, "I, uh, how do you want me?" she asked, not really as sure of herself as she had been, realizing that at the moment, even if she still held all the cards, she really, really needed what only he could give her, right then. Dave walked forward, his 9-inch cock bobbing with each step, as he approached her. "Your pussy...." He said. He had never really gotten the POINT of anal. "I meant position..." she said, her mouth slightly ajar at the sight of him moving forward. She imagined it didn't much matter, after all, and he didn't seem to be thinking much about position, so she got onto the bed, partly so she could take her eyes off his manhood for a moment. She spread herself out on the bed, biting her lip as she spread her legs and bent her knees. Furthermore, she didn't know if her first time with a cock that big would hurt, but she was ready, or she hoped she was. "I... I don't know... you choose...." Dave said. "Doggie style? Or missionary..." he said, those were the only ones he really knew. When the position was chosen Dave knelt on the bed and then rubbed Sarah's slit with his fingers and slipped one inside. "Oh...uh, Dave," she said, licking her lips and adjusting her hips a bit pushing back against his hand, "I want you to fuck me, hard, as much as you want, just do it, whatever you want, just do it now... Dave..." she begged. There was a pleading in her eyes, and she put her hand down between her legs to spread her nether lips for him, letting him see just how wet she already was. Dave withdrew his finger and sucked her juices from it before kneeling behind her. He grabbed his cock and positioned it against her pussy and slowly pushed himself in. "Inf. Fuck..." He said as he pushed against her. He could barely fit!

A naughty peeping tom (Peacethatpowerbrings and Dizzi)|rating:2.0

_Corpse of an Empire - The misfits_ , _Pathfinder_ game

Intro: As Sharp horn was going down the hill towards the "March wardens" caravan, Thrill leaned against a rock on top of the hill and pointed the barrels of his gun towards the caravan, not because of aggression, but in order to cover for Sharp horn if anything happens, the hammers of Thrill's gun were up, and he was ready to fire immediately if needed. Runa moved to a covered position with her weapon out and ready for action, she was ready to attack if needed as well. Character sheets: Thrill Run Sharp horn Instruments: "Secure dice" (online rolling dice) GM POST:The halflings upon their riding dogs turned the bend in the road and immediately halted as they spotted Sharp horn, and while one warily took the composite short bow off his shoulder and put an arrow in it as he guided his mount to run a loop back the way they had come before turning it back to face the Minotaur again from a greater distance away, the other raised a whistle and blew it twice whilst holding those holes that rendered the sound it made, inaudible to most creatures except of course the riding dogs. The remainder of the riding dogs with the caravan back down the road heard the sounds and lunged toward them down the road. Over a half dozen of the halflings mounted on the dogs however, gave their riding dogs their head, while the rest restrained theirs and held them back with the caravan, causing those dogs to whine excitedly for want to run with the pack. Several of the dogs without riders, all of which wore harnesses that bore long leashes held by a few of the humans and dwarves, tugged and pulled at those leashes, one of which slipped free from its holder's grasp. None of these trained dogs barked or howled however, as they dashed down the road toward the sound of the whistle. Nodding to Sharp horn's request that they cover him, Run crouched behind a nearby boulder to Thrill's right, pulling her bow from her back and knocking an arrow from her quiver just in case things turned sour. As small as she was, the large boulder concealed her from the road perfectly, although that meant that she had to lean off to the left in order to see around the obstacle and watch what was transpiring down the slope. Sharp horn was standing with his back towards the hill and his front towards the caravan, he was an experienced warrior and therefore never underestimated an opponent, even if that was a hobbit, he thoroughly protected his front with his shield and held his Morningstar in a "ready" position just in case. He was going to introduce himself and ask the hobbits to join the caravan for a while, but then he noticed the humans and dwarves holding the dog leashes." Are those your slaves?" Asked Sharp horn as he nodded towards the humans and dwarves. GM POST:"Nonsense," replied a darker, well conditioned male halfling who'd blown the whistle, looking back as he was joined up front by the seven other halflings on riding dogs, and one riderless riding dog, which approached the Minotaur with a snarl and raised hair. "I must apologize for the animal, its young and has yet finish its training. As for your question, we don't keep slaves of any kind. Those behind us are just merchants and their mercenaries looking to travel in the company of others. These lands demand caution, and our company helps protect our trade routes, such as this one between our lands southwest of here and the port of Cloak Wood. I'm Errant Marshal Aero stone, and we would appreciate it if you would allow us to continue along this road without conflict. If you're alone and just looking for something, perhaps we can help. With whom do I speak?" Thrill watched vigilantly from his perch behind the boulder waiting for any sign of trouble. The dwarf's sight shifted from target to target trying to pick out the leader of the halflings. As Sharp horn approached the halflings he noticed one of them drawing their bow and knocking an arrow. Tensing up thrill shifted his sights onto the little halting's head preparing to pick off the bugger if he tried anything stupid. But soon his attention was diverted towards the bend in the road as he heard the whines and barks of several dogs one of which had gotten free from his keeper. Thrills finger began to squeeze, but he soon let off as he saw one of the halting begin to talk with sharp horn. Turning towards run he pointed to the halting "Oi that one there talking to sharp horn I think that buggers the leader." The dwarf mumbled as he once again turned his sights on the little man. Having also noticed the male halfling conversing with Sharp horn, Run nodded. Most caravans wouldn't have sent a merchant to talk with someone on behalf of the entire caravan, let alone someone as unintentionally intimidating as Sharp horn. She was just glad that the halfling had the sense to ask questions first and shoot later, only if necessary of course. She had seen too many people react with violence to her friend's appearance. As such, she understood Thrill's jumpiness perfectly. All of her muscles felt like they were on the brink of exploding into action, a kind of nervous energy she usually only experienced when the owners of the house she was breaking into came home early. Wishing that Sharp horn would hurry up and give them the signal that everything was okay, Run kept her arrow knocked on the bow, ready to let loose at a moment's notice. Being a Minotaur, Sharp horn was a little hot-tempered, but he wasn't stupid, seeing that the caravan members aren't slave owners he immediately calmed down and his smile returned to his lips." I apologize for the misunderstanding" said Sharp horn in a friendly tone of voice, "I'm Sharp horn, my friends and I would like to join your caravan and travel together to the city, in return we will provide the caravan with extra protection" at this point Sharp horn looked confidently into the hobbit's eyes and added "Believe me sir, it is very safe to travel in company of a Minotaur and his experienced friends, we can handle any trouble!" after finishing the last sentence Sharp horn smashed a nearby rock that resembled somewhat to a trolls head with his Morningstar in order to fortify his words, he then looked back at the hobbit and waited for his answer. GM Post:Sequestered in the foremost wagon, Lynxes Green wind had awoken when the caravan pulled to a halt and some of the riding dogs started winning. It wasn't but a few moments until she sensed a feeling of alarm through the empathic link she shared with her familiar, Mean beak. The spry blonde halfling scurried over crates of fabric and barrels of pipe weed, arming herself with her spyglass as she went to peek out from a flap woven in the wagon's canvas covering. She watched her familiar's movements from afar, as the crow flew in a figure eight above a nearby hill. She immediately hastened out of the wagon beside its driver, to cast a can trip that would enable her to whisper a message to her brother, Weeks, who was seated about thirty yards ahead of her, with the group of riding dogs that had stayed with the caravan." What is happening? I think Mean beak has spotted hidden trouble ahead." Lynxes whispered to him. "I can see a large Minotaur on the far side of the bend. Seems the marshal is busy talking to him, or her... I can't tell from here." Weeks whispered back with a start. He then spoke to the others beside him without turning his head. "My sister's familiar might have spotted something we haven't seen yet. Signal the others behind us to ready their weapons, Andre. The comparatively large, muscular male halfling with the clean-shaven and tattooed head, nodded in response and relayed hand signals to the caravan drivers to ready their weapons. Weskus and Andre, the contingent of dog riders about them, and the caravan that was still parked on the far side of the hill that blinded the bend in the road, armed themselves for the worst, while the marshal Karl var Aero stone and the foremost contingent of dog riders who could overhear his conversation with Sharp horn, scanned the nearby hills, coniferous trees and exposed rock formations to see if they could find those friends the Minotaur spoke of. After they witnessed the Sharp horn's display of strength, the marshal replied steadily, "Sounds reasonable to me. How many friends are we talking about?" (Guys, do to the fact there is not much for Thrill and Run to do while Sharp horn is negotiating, I think I'll just finish the conversation now and give you more options to actually do stuff, hope it's Ok)"See for yourself ", answered Sharp horn and gave Thrill and Run a sign to join him down the hill. Seeing the sign thrill slowly pulled his trigger and let down his hammer putting the gun on half cock as to not seem threatened by the halflings. Standing up thrill keenly navigate down the rocky slope of the hill down to the hobbits and approached the halting marshal. "Greetings little one, it seems yeah got herself quite the party ere as for why my kin need your protection ant sure but for them to seek out help of a surface dwelling race such as herself you either are quite skilled or these roads are teeming with cutthroats. Haha!" Thrill laughing jokingly slap ping the halting on the back. Karl var shrugged with a nod and smile to the dwarf, "I wouldn't say they nessecarilyneedit... but it does show solidarity to those not wishing to incur the wrath of more than one people at a time. Gives more of us a chance to relax and maintain correspondence while trading at the same time. Besides, this road is one of few lifelines in this region, and since we already share its use, we might as well align our schedules." They welcomed the trio to join them, and offered them water from their skins, as the marshal gave those behind them the signal to stand down and continue business as normal. "Nice piece of hardware by the way. Don't see too many of those in just anyone's hands around here. Typically, I've only come across them on the western extent of our patrols, near the shipyards and ports where the humans fit their vessels with cannons." Seeing the sign that it was okay to rejoin Sharp horn, Run removed her arrow from the bow and placed it back in her quiver before putting the bow on her back. Though they appeared to be friendly now, it was hard to say that they would remain so if she came down the grassy hill with a bow ready to shoot. Once that was taken care of, she stood and made her way down the hill behind Thrill, who appeared to be at ease among those he had just been ready to kill. As always, large crowds made Run wary, so she hung back a bit while Thrill and Sharp horn talked to the halfling marshal about the possibility of traveling together for a while. The halfling appeared to be okay with the idea, which Run supposed was a good thing. She would have avoided the caravan altogether, but she was willing to concede to Sharp horn and Thrill's decisions about such things. They were typically better about... well, anything that didn't involve stealth or theft. Not to mention that they were the only two people she considered to be her friends. It wouldn't have done to have abandoned them over something so simple. As Thrill and Run walked towards him, Sharp horn tried to stay between them and the caravan at all times in case some of the hobbits will decide to shoot towards them despite the agreement, "Those are my friends!" said the Minotaur proudly and nodded towards Thrill and Run," we will provide you with extra protection on the way to the city as agreed and also would like to solve other issues for you, as long as the assignment is honorable, and the reward is good!" he added. Sharphorn understood that in order to achieve their goals, they would need gold and lots of it. GM Shortcut Post:The caravan arrived in Cloak Wood at midday. The wagons were taken to the warehouses and docks so they could be offloaded. The horses were taken to the stables to be tended, and the riding dogs were taken into kennels, or lashed to their exteriors. Most of the halflings disseminated into various groups to laze and have lunch and go fishing, which would probably take an hour or two. The humans took their leave to head home to their dwellings in and around town itself, while the dwarves stayed with their carefully concealed cargo, which they planned on shipping across the inner sea of the Hades horn to the various kingdoms beyond. Such as it was, our trio of heroes was given leave and liberty by the locals, to explore the town itself for the afternoon. "Thanks fer the ride lads" thrill said shaking the hands o his kinsman that where going with the caravan. Fixing his rifle sling and stumbling to catch up with Sharp horn thirties motioned his hands down the road of the town "I guess we should first find a place yeah sleep the night. Asides from that you up fer carousing about perhaps we can find a job or two. The stone knows well need plenty of the stuff by the end of our journeys." GM Post:The settlement of Cloak Wood was built in a cleared expanse, surrounded by forests and bordered to the southeast by a high rocky cliff overlooking a natural deep water harbor. From the warehouses in the middle of the town, a wide shaft had been excavated that led strait down into a small complex of halls and chambers in the rock. This complex opened in three places on the cliff face, perhaps ten feet above the high tide mark. Two large ships were currently pulled up alongside two of these openings, and ramps bridged the gap between them. The excavated stone from the underground complex, had been used to build a mage tower on the northwest perimeter of where the town's structures stood. This tower rose six stories from the ground and was capped by a smooth, polished dome. It overlooked the well-kept crop fields, which had been cleared of any obstructions out to a distance of at least half a mile from the edge of town's perimeter. These fields bordered the town on all but its southwest side, where the rock that made the cliff gradually became visible. The road they had come in on, had lain within several yards of the cliff as they approached the town from the southwest, until it had turned north to enter the town from its southern side. Most of the buildings around the perimeter of town, consisted of two stories, where archers could be seen haunting their upper windows. There was no wall about any of the buildings themselves, although masses of brambles and briars filled the spaces under the trees of the forest beyond the fields, providing them with a natural defense that could not be burned away by typical means without the town watch seeing the light of the flames or the smoke they produced. Hopping off one of the wagons of the caravan to join her friends, Run cast glances at the locals and the town itself, calmly picking out details and storing them away for later. Her fingers itched to snatch some of the purses she saw hanging from the belts of the townsfolk, but she knew that stealing anything would ruin their opportunities in the town, and that knowledge helped her keep her fingers from where they shouldn't be. "Finding a place to sleep for the night would be nice," Run said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder again. "It would also let us store our gear while we explore and try to find a job or something to do." With all that was in the town, there had to be someone who could use their skills to get a job of some kind done. And Thrill was right. They were going to need money, and a lot of it, for their journeys. Sharp horn offers to visit a local Inn, that should solve the job searching and the resting problem. He also acknowledges that a visit to the mage tower might yield interesting results. "Well what are we waiting for!" Thorgili shouts as he starts to march past the gates of the town and over to one of the local guards at the gate"Hello sir, might yeah know where some weary travelers can stay the night?" GM Post:There was no gate or wall about the town buildings, only low fences and periodic pens to keep the livestock in. The traffic in and out of the town was light and steady where a pair of stone brick fire pits flanked the road, just before it became a flanked by the building fronts and alleyways. About each fire pit, a small cluster of about a half dozen human guards could be found monitoring things. The guard addressed turned to regard the dwarf, and recommended the nearby Overburning Hearth, the largest building in the southeast quarter of the town, not including the warehouses. At three stories, the building could be seen from a variety of angles by one standing upon the streets. Two other smaller places were mentioned, such as the Firewater Billet and Skillet and the Haymaker's Wagon Stockade, the latter of which was a cleared space of bare packed earth in the southwest portion of town, upon which was parked a fleet of wagons, of varied sizes, that one could rent for the night, coupled with a security deposit or similar collateral in the event of damage or theft. "That Overburning Hearth sounds like a good place to rest to me," Run offered to her friends. "Though there is the question of payment. It sounds like it might be rather expensive." She figured that they could check out the mage tower after they rented a room for the night, but she kept that to herself and waited for her two friends to make a decision, as honest jobs fell more into their area of expertise than her own. " 'Overburning Hearth' it is! It might be more expensive, but we also will gain more from staying there, if we want to earn money, we need to follow the rich folks." says Sharp horn as he begins to walk towards the southeast part of the town, he waves to his friends and invites them to follow him. After a while they enter the famous "Overburning Hearth" inn and ask the owner about room prices and local news. GM Post:The pair of front doors pulled open to reveal the building's foyer. To the right lay an opening to the serving bar and common room, set before a broad hearth at the south end of the building. To the left lay the route to kitchens and laundry in the north half of first floor. The owner was a spry Burnett woman named Delia, who pointed to the chalkboard behind the counter upon which guestbooks lay near the end of the bar, when asked about the rates. The price for a room on the third floor ranged from 1 to 2 gold pieces per night, depending on size, furnishings. Rooms on the second floor ranged from 2 to 5 silver pieces per night, while the common room on the first floor was free for one night, to any person who bought at least 5 silver pieces worth of food and drink from what they could provide, also written on the chalkboard.[Someone feel free to roll 1d12, 1d3 and 1d10 to determine the month, ten day and day of the year, which will determine the weather and the food available. The most forthcoming news they could be overheard from other patrons concerned conditions on the inland sea, as well as a missing ship that was past due to arrive. Meanwhile, it could also be overheard that one of the local mines appeared to have played itself played out, and that one of wizards of the tower had recently spotted new points of light in the Blacken spire Mountains to the north. More than a few of the halflings from the caravan could be seen enjoying a few beverages in the common room as well, including Weeks and Andre. [Here you go:1d12 = 61d3 = 21d10 = 3(I guess that means we're somewhere in June)] "now this is my kinda place lads of course it could use a bit more stone but I would do yeah expect out of these men-folk." Thrill said to his companions as he stomped his foot on the floor of the tavern listening to its echo and feeling the floor's hardness. Thrill pushed through the crowd towards the bar waving for Sharp horn and Run to follow him. Placing himself on an open stool at the bar Thrill knocked on the top board and yelling to the barkeep "Oi! Barkeep get me a pint of porter and none of that human stuff I want dwarf brew!" While waiting for his drink Thrill looks around the room trying to locate any of his kinsmen or other group of patrons who look like they're in need of some muscle and steel. Current Day: 13th day of 6th month (Hampton Calendar)Current Time: around 2:00 pm Weather Description: Partly Overcast Temperature: High 68°F(20°C) / Low 53°F(12°C)Wind Speed: 7 mph (11 kph) from East to West Precipitation: None Though half afraid that the prices at the inn would be beyond exorbitant, Run followed behind her friends, seeing some wisdom in Sharp horn's reasoning. That didn't mean that she was happy about it, however. The prospect of giving up money, of any value, always made her stomach twist, an unfortunate side effect of growing up with very little. Throwing's antics upon entering the bar also made her cringe, as they drew the eye of everyone in the room. Of course, as his companions, that attention was spread to Sharp horn and herself as well, which was really what bothered her about the whole thing. Regardless of the attention, she followed behind her friends, staring at her toes to hide the faint blush that had shown up on her cheeks. Runa regretted her decision to set right next to Throwing almost immediately after sitting down, as he shouted for the barkeep to get him a drink and practically blew her eardrum out. Ear still ringing, she held up a hand to get the barkeeper's attention and asked for a glass of water. Turning to Sharp horn, she asked, "Do you think that any of the things we heard about on the way here would be good jobs?" Several of them had sounded interesting to Run, but, as usual, she would defer to her friends on the final decision. They had more experience with adventuring, or at least that was the way that it seemed. "The missing ship may mean that pirates are around, there are always blood and gold involved when you deal with those guys" Sharp horn answered Run's question,".and we should talk to that mage that found those light spots when we visit the mage tower, this little detail may mean big opportunities if we find out what it means." he added,"What you think, Thor?" he asked Thrill for his opinion. Wiping the beer forth from his mustache Thrill hunched over to his comrades. "Well if it was up to me, I'd never let a've dry land, but your right Sharpton pirates sound pretty promising in the ways of acquiring gold and such other things." Thrill took another swig and return to the conversation" as fer the image I trust a boat more than a spell. I don't like mages they rely too much on unknown forces rather than simple and true steel and shot." "I think that seeing what a light is might be the... uhm, easier task," Run said after taking a drink of her water. "There would probably be more than a few pirates, and it might be a better idea to earn some extra money to... uh, buy better equipment first. Of course, it's up to you guys. That's just my two cents." Though the promise of wealth from the pirates was indeed enticing, it didn't seem to be the safe option at the moment, and she didn't just think that because she didn't like boats. It made more sense to investigate something seemingly harmless than to take on a group of who-knew-how-many pirates. Sharp horn understood what Run wanted to say between the lines, "Don't worry Run, no pirate will attack my friends and stay alive to tell about it while I'm with them, and besides I only guessed that pirates are involved, we don't know it for sure." said he to Run, afterward he turned towards Thrill and added: "And Thor, in this case we don't have to fight the mages, just to talk to them." Afterward Sharp horn shouted to the hostess: "Mam, I would like to invite two of my closest friends to a proper lunch with plenty of meat and drinks and also to reserve a good room with a fine lock inside the door on the 2nd floor for us!" and threw couple gold pieces on the table, as he put his hands on Run's and Thrill's shoulders [Anion, I don't know the exact price of their finest meal, but I guess couple GP will cover it, please tell me the exact amount and I will reduce it from Sharp horns personal treasure]. "We don't have many options and will have to check out both stories!" Sharp horn said to his friends quietly. "Agreed Comrade, But now TAH sun is setting, and it is no longer time fer work but for rest and rejuvenation, so fer now lads lets just sit back get a few pints ah porter and enjoy a good pipe eh? Thrill said finishing off his mug with a great belch and producing a long churchwarden pipe filled to the ridge with dwarves cave tobacco. Grabbing up a nearby candle stick Thrill took a few draws to get the pipe going and sat back looking around the bar ordering another Porter and placing a little silver on the counter to pay for his tabs. ((It's about 2:00 PM Thor. The sun wouldn't be setting. :)))A little comforted by Sharp horn's assertions, Run tried to let the idea stop bothering her, though that was harder than it sounds. He did have a point anyway. Missing ships could be due to a lot of different things, least among them weather. If that was the case, it would really be more a search and rescue type of operation, though dangers would still inevitably be present. Not to mention cost. As far as she knew, none of them had any knowledge concerning the handling of a ship, which meant that they would have to pay someone in order to rent a ship and a crew in order to pilot it. And that was probably not a cheap thing to do. On the other hand, rescuing the crew might have a greater reward than the cost, which meant that it might be worthwhile. As she was thinking this over, Sharp horn clapped her and Thrill on the shoulder, practically breaking hers, as he ordered meal and reserved a good room in the inn. Thrill seemed to be pretty agreeable to this plan, leaning back and lighting a pipe before ordering some more alcohol to drink, the scent of which made Run wrinkle her nose. No, she was definitely not a fan of alcohol. It ruined too many of your senses, especially in someone of her size and stature. Following the others example, she set some money on the table to pay for her glass of water, making certain that she had given out just the right amount. Then, she tried to relax a little like the others, though it wasn't something that came easy to her at all, leaning her back against the counter while remaining seated on the stool. "I think Thor is enjoying his beer too much! He does deserve it!" , laughed Sharp horn, "But we have no time to waste, let's go visit that mage tower!", he continued as he got on his feet, he then asked the hostess for a bottle of the mages favorite wine,"There is nothing as helpful as a good bribe." explained the Minotaur to his friends as he started moving towards the exit. Thrill solemnly put down his mug and hopped off the stool still puffing at his pipe "bath a man can't sit and enjoy a good drink and smoke everyone in a while?" Thrill mumbled to himself has he hoisted his bandolier and fixed his musket's strap. Following his comrades thrill sighed as they left the bar and went onto the city street." bothers to mages and their Berlin magic!" He grumbled as they began their walk to the mage's tower. Nodding along with Sharp horn's idea to head to the tower, Run hopped off the bar stool and followed, rolling her eyes as Thrill began complaining about not being allowed to continue drinking. Anything less than five glasses of some kind of alcohol never seemed to fully satisfy him, which seemed to be a common feature in Dwarves. She did agree with him on the matter of feeling uneasy around mages, though for her, it was because they had the same air about them as the aristocrats in the city of her childhood, able to have their way with you with little to no resistance. Still, she figured that most mages weren't that bad, mainly because the few she had met had been more than kind, sparing her money to buy new clothes or food if she offered her services to protecting them from other pickpockets or showing them around." I wonder what the forest and mountains are like," Run said absently as they arrived at the tower. Having grown up in one of the largest cities in the world meant that forests and other wild places held a strangeness about them that she found intriguing, even after having traveled with Sharp horn and Thrill all this time. She didn't elaborate much on the subject, however, having not intended to speak out loud at all in the first place. Instead, she just waited for Sharp horn or Thrill to knock on the door or something so that they could talk with one of the mages. "Stop! You never know with those guys." said Sharp horn to his friends as they stopped few feet away from the door, then he started to throw small rocks against the door from a distance instead of knocking, waiting for a response from the other side of the door. GM Post:Delia collected the money she was given with a nod and had is placed into an account, marked "Minotaur trio" in the account books. "Thank you, I'll keep an accurate record of it for you." she said. The wine ultimately produced was a red wine labeled, Dominator's Ruby hue. It was of a middling price, but it was said it was relatively well-liked among a wide variety of people and would find its way into more than one glass eventually. As the base of the mage's tower came into view, once could clearly see frenzied combination of razor wire and glistening brambles that covered its lower walls, buttressed as they were with iron supports about fifteen feet behind a low perimeter fence. The thrown rocks glanced off the pair of ironwood doors for perhaps half a minute before they swung out and pushed aside the wire and brambles that had been covering them. The lightly armored middle-aged man that appeared to greet them, gestured to a couple of the second story windows of the nearby buildings, where archers had taken position. "Good afternoon folks, name's Reek. If you wish to gain an audience with one of the tower, try visiting the those in the guild lodge you just missed behind you first, so you can be properly examined and sign the visitor's ledger. If your business is sensitive, we can deliver any written correspondence in your stead. If you're interested in joining the scouting patrols that are being assembled, the guild lodge is still evaluating and marking would be members, although I'm not sure how much time you'll have before the next one is deployed. In any case, for future reference, just be careful not to trespass on the tower itself unless you have good reason." "Well I guess we don't got nothing else to do but what the man says" Thrill whispered into the ears of his companions not wishing to provoke the guards and enact the wraith of a mage or wizard." These people are awfully wary of visitors to their mage in the tower and I wish not to egg them on, so I say we get walking and soon." Run blanched as Sharp horn began to throw rocks at the door of the tower, wondering briefly if he had been hit on the head recently. The potential consequences of angering a mage, let alone an entire guild of them, were immense, so why on earth would it have occurred to him to throw things at the door? She opened her mouth to tell him to stop when the door to the tower opened, rendering incapable of any communication beyond a tiny squeak as she darted behind Sharp horn, half expecting a giant ball of fire to roar over them all. The man's voice carried no tone of anger, however, as he simply instructed them to sign the visitor's ledger inside the little building they had passed to arrive at the tower itself. Runa nodded in response to what Thrill was saying as the man at the door of the tower stopped speaking, still watching them to make sure that they didn't try any funny business. Especially the part about not wanting to anger the mages in any way. That was something that she could agree with wholeheartedly, and she made sure to give Sharp horn a pointed glare, only for a brief moment, to try and get him to pay special attention to that part. "Shall we go then?" she asked, gesturing in the direction of the building. If they wanted the job, it appeared that that was what they had to do first, not that it was too much of a bother anyway though. "I apologize for the rocks throwing! But my experience tells me that mages can be extremely dangerous to strangers, didn't want to take the risk and actually approach the door." said Sharp horn to Reek and showed him some pretty serious scars that he gained in his previous encounters with mages and their magic,"We actually come in peace and would like a private audience with the guild master" added the Minotaur and presented the wine bottle to Reek as a sign of good will." I also know that you can scan us and our aura by magic, so you don't really need the bureaucracy of the official security check, if you thought we are dangerous to you, we would already be dead by now!" he continued, Sharp horn finished his speech and smiled.(please tell me if I need to shoot a "Diplomacy" roll) "It'll be alright, its just that the protocols exist so that our members need not be selfish with their magic on the basis of security, and can better invest it in the town as a whole. A meeting with the guild master might be possible in time, unless your business is urgent enough. If you don't wish to share your news with anyone but the headmaster, you can write and seal a missive in the privacy of an office in the guildhall." Reek responded, with a welcome nod in regard to the wine. "The examination is standard for most visitors, so don't feel too upset. Offerings are welcome at the guildhall as well, although you can hold onto them until you meet the person you're interested in seeing. Perhaps you'll get lucky and find one of the senior members in there right now. In any case, I wish you a good afternoon." Unless addressed further, Reek would return whence he came and the nearby archers would visibly relax from positions of readiness. " See I told yeah going to the mages was a bad idea all this bureaucracy and files seems a bit suspicious on my part." Thrill Said to his companions as the guards returned to their posts. "I say we just walk right out of here and go to the docks! At least there those lads don't need us signing nothing or having us wait a year and a half fer us to book a meeting and such." Thrill suggested as his companions stood there contemplating WHT to do next. So far, this whole visit had been a disaster, or at least that was how Run felt about it as Sharp horn tried to persuade Reek to let them bypass the typical procedure and Thrill complained about bureaucracy. Honestly, she didn't quite understand why it was necessary for them to see the guild master if they were just offering their services in investigating a strange light. Surely that wasn't really too big a deal for someone else to manage? Deciding to act on her thoughts, albeit after a few moments of hesitation, Run spoke up. "Excuse me, uh, Mr. Reek, but is the guild lodge the place where we need to go to ask about helping with the, uh, investigation of those lights in the mountains?" she asked, fidgeting a little at the thought of drawing his attention. Again, though she didn't say it out loud, the idea of heading out to sea to search for a missing ship wasn't something that sat well with her. Even if it wasn't because of pirates, getting on a boat wouldn't be a very comfortable experience for her, and she kind of wanted to postpone it for as long as possible. Sharp horn caught Run's look and understood her thoughts." The guild master is a very experienced mage and is familiar with magic for many years, there is no way he doesn't know what those light dots are, the scouts are sent not so much to investigate as to confirm his suspicions. His knowledge might mean a lot to us." explained the Minotaur to his friends quietly." But we don't want to catch a fireball with our faces, so let's go to that guildhall and get those security mambo Rambo" he continued,"Run, please see if you can use your talents to quietly find out more about the issue, maybe a glance on some document or something, but be very careful, mages are very unpredictable and can be dangerous!" he finished his sentence as he started walking towards the hall. "I'll go through with this white as long as the pay is good I guess." thrill grumbled as he followed sharp horn into the guild hall. When they entered thrill grudgingly took out his pipe and relight the half smoked bowl while mumbling and grumbling about the whole situation. Run nodded as Sharp horn explained his reasoning, seeing that there was some wisdom in what he was saying. She couldn't help a small sigh of relief when he decided to stop pressing the issue and head to the guild lodge to go through security, glad that they wouldn't be eating fireballs for dinner. Thrill, on the other hand, didn't seem so happy with the decision, grumbling something about the pay. Upon entering the little building, she ignored the smoke wafting from Thrill's pipe, as well as his continued grumbling about the situation, and discreetly cast her gaze around the room to see if there was anything she could pick up from the documents lying around. To be honest, she was a little afraid of the consequences if she got caught, but she would trust Sharp horn's judgment on the matter.(Please let me know what I need to do from here. :) Thanks!) The guildhall was a longhouse with several benches pressed up against the walls on either side, under a series of tall narrow windows, behind a few long tables, with a pair of doors and tall cabinets at the far end of the room. A few lightly armored guards with small shields and long swords roamed inside and out, and near the doors at the far end, a couple of unarmored gentlemen behind a small desk off to the left, reading from a few tomes and binders they had retrieved from a couple reinforced small chests stacked behind them. One of them, a relatively nondescript dark-haired blue-eyed human male in a loose fitting gray tunic, brown trousers and boots, looked up as the trio entered. "Hello there, welcome to the Cloak Wood chapter of the Gray gaze Organist League. How may I help you?" he said as he stepped out from behind the desk to approach and greet them. "I'm Sharp horn and those are 2 of my best friends" Sharp horn introduced himself and his companions without mentioning his friends names without their permission, but with a big smile on his face." We would like to know more about those lights that one of the mages has spotted in the mountains." he continued straight to the business. "Well, since information is already leaking out, I suppose there is no harm in telling you that crying has revealed increased goblin activity in the Blacken spire Mountains to the north. Normally fires like the ones they're gathered around would attract a lot of attention, and that concerns us. Patrols are being formed by will of the town council, to search for and warn of any sign of beings passing too close to town for comfort. If you wish to help in this, I can take down your names and interview you for a little bit while my colleague continues to examine you. If that's something you're interested in?" He said and asked, gesturing to the dark blonde half-even male wearinggogglesand looking on from behind the desk. Thrill stood up from his grumbling and slowly stomped toward the desk. Putting out his pipe he looked at the desk clerk. "Well I would be interested in you are yer boy over there staring me down if the pay is good." Thrill said pointing his head in the direction of the goggle wearing half-elf. The man didn't seem too intimidated by the Minotaur's presence, and willed himself to shake hands with Sharp horn and his two companions." Ah, I should have guessed as much. I believe the daily pay will depend on the various skills you can demonstrate going in, with additional pay for the patrols that provide useful intelligence and those that encounter hostile forces out in the field. After we interview you here, you can go to the northern barracks and the training yard in the fields just outside of town, for the purpose of briefing, sparring, target practice, and fitting for any equipment you wish to purchase at discount. Once we take down your identity and skills, we can copy them into a letter and send that with you to members of Cloak Wood's military council and quartermaster", the man answered. Unless interrupted, the man would continue." Well, if you wish to begin, I believe Lethality is ready to write down whatever you wish to volunteer. A complete profile of your skills and capacities is a first step, that will help you get appropriate compensation for your service in the town's patrols," He said. The half-elf had already opened a leather-bound jacket filled with unused parchment and produced an inkwell and writing stylus to begin writing an account of the trio's visit to the guildhall, with a description of each of them and a quick list of the magic implements they wore. "And besides, with this information on hand, the town of Cloak Wood, the Organist League, and perhaps even the trading and shipping guilds might find other opportunities for you in the future." Glad to have things moving along relatively smoothly, Run paid careful attention to what the man was saying for later use. For instance, the fact that they could receive a discount on equipment sounded quite promising to her and would definitely come in handy later on. Directing them to the half-elf wearing goggles, who had now opened a large book and writing utensils with which to take down their names and a little bit of information, the man continued to explain that the information they provided could result in other jobs with the various groups in the town if they needed something that required their skills. As such, Run and her companions made sure to provide at least an overview of what they were skilled at. They didn't go into many specifics, but they did give a general description of their abilities. After the interview concluded and documents were copied, the organists bade one of the guards attending the building to lead the trio to the training yards just north of the settlement, and deliver one set of the signed and sealed documents to a member of the military council." Thanks for your help. Ask for Jordan Ru'Cyprus or one of his aides when you get there. He is the one charged with testing and assigning new recruits. If you wish to serve together, just let him know, and he will match you up with a few others he thinks will complement your skills." the first organist said before they departed. The training yard was a cleared field just north of Cloak Wood's structural perimeter. Several dozen soldiers, scouts and hunters could be seen sparring with various training weapons and honing their archery skills on straw stuffed targets, set up at various distances between the yard and the edge of the woods further north. Most of those visibly present were human, with smattering of other humanoid races in the mix, most of which consisted of halflings and dwarves. A few elves and a couple of gnomes could also be seen if one took the time to scan the yard. Under a pavilion tent set up between the town and the training yard, surrounded by a dozen soldiers tending to the supplies that were brought in by and sold from wagons used by the town's various vendors, one of Jordan's aides briefed one of the newly formed patrols formed of four humans, a halfling and an elf. Sharp horn was walking very confidently while spinning his Morningstar above his head and singing some kind of Minotaur battle song." This is going to be fun!" he said to his companions. He approached the tent and asked for an audience with Jordan Ru'Cyprus for him and his friends,"We serve together as one unit." he explained. A boisterous song drifting on the wind caught the attention of IRENA, who had been sorting some of her supplies in preparation of her next excursion. Her curiosity was stoked a little when she realized that the source was a large Minotaur, if only because they weren't a common sight around Cloak wood. It was really only significant to her because she too was sort of the only one of her kind in the city. To the best of her knowledge, there were no other Draw in the area. It was something that she had gotten used to over the years in exile, and it had become progressively easier to deal with as the people of Cloak wood became more receptive of her. In short, the life she had now was comfortable, and it appeared that she and the Minotaur had that in common as well. As she watched, he and his two friends, a Dwarf and a Human, walked up to the pavilion where Jordan was, which meant that they were probably looking for acceptance from the militia to work jobs and such around the city. Figuring she had wasted enough time, IRENA turned back to her supplies, writing down quantities in a small book so that she had an accurate inventory. Still, the possibility of working together with the group wouldn't be a bad thing, and she couldn't help but think that it might actually be fun to have a group in the patrol, as she had usually gone on solo ventures. Mentally chastising herself for her fancies, she continued on writing in the ledger. Another one of Jordan's aides intercepted the trio as they approached the tent, and greeted them with an answer. "Lo' there. I think we can work with that. Come with me to the training yard and I'll introduce you." Jorvan Ru'Cyprus was a tall, dark, burly man with a short beard, who stood amidst those practicing and being tested. As he was trying to mix and match for the next patrol, his aide waved him down and the soldier from the guild house strode forward to show him the documents. He blinked, as had his aide, upon seeing the Minotaur and shook it off to welcome those who approached."Well, well, nice to have you with us. I don't think there will be many here who will get the best of you. Err. Sharp horn... just be mindful that sneaking around may be part of the job, so I might suggest getting some camouflaged garb and paint your horns dark," he said, glancing from the documents to each of the trio. "Marksman Thrill... one thing I'd be concerned about is that using a firearm might be a bit noisy and attract undue attention to you and your patrol. Unless you can somehow muffle it, I will have to suggest you use a bow or perhaps even a repeating crossbow, whatever you are more comfortable with." He then turned to Run. "You seem to know about keeping a low profile, so I hope you do what you can to see some of that rub off on your companions."" In any case, feel free to pick up some of the wooden training weapons or work on the firing range, and measure yourselves against the others here. Try not to hurt anyone and perhaps before dinner, my aides and I will have an idea where you stand by comparison and how far afield you could be sent. If you prove yourselves as a unit and suitable for the more adept patrols, your compensation will improve, and you'll be joined with a few others versed in wilderness survival and tracking, as well as providing arcane and divine support." He sighed, and thanked them. "I suppose that's all for now and if things go smoothly, you might be sent on your way as soon as tonight." The man the aide took them to see seemed to be a pretty cut-and-dry individual, skipping virtually all pleasantries and getting straight to the heart of the matter. At the same time, however, he didn't criticize them needlessly or with malice, he merely gave them advice on how to better function as a patrol. His advice seemed to be focused only on whether an individual could be stealthy, as he spent more time addressing Thrill and Sharp horn than herself, merely suggesting that she try to impart some of her tendencies to her companions. Once he was finished giving them some advice, however, he suggested that they go practice with some of the weapons and such around the area in order for them to get a better assessment of their skills and see where they stand. After the meeting was over with, Run figured that they might as well take his suggestion to practice their skills. "What do you want to start with, Sharp horn?" she asked, looking around that myriad individuals who were busy testing and improving their skills. Most of them were focusing on melee combat at the moment, which wasn't bad. Run just preferred her bow or throwing daggers to actually being up close to someone with a weapon. There was a lower risk of getting maimed that way. The training weapons available were mostly blunt wooden replicas of other weapons, and those who practiced often wore padded armor. Those matched up, held their strikes back at the end and gave their weapons just enough contact on their opponent's body to indicate what would have resulted in a wound in an actual combat situation. Meanwhile, the north side of the yard featured the archery range, with stuffed straw targets set at various distances. Jorvan bade the messenger to take their documents to the pavilion tent, and went back to observing the training, periodically discussing matters with his aides and various individuals who showed promise or needed further instruction. Apparently, even those not selected for a patrol were worth some investment, and would likely be offered work as soldiers and guards. The aide who stood with the trio, suggested that when they participated, that they do so with one of the aides watching to have their results recorded, so they could be better compared. Sharp horn smiled, he then sneaked around the training yard and entered at a different angle, he wasn't nearly as graceful as Run abut for a Minotaur his stealth was not bad, he charged one of the training mannequins with his powerful charge attack and hit it so hard, the mannequin flew out of the training yard, afterwards he sang his Morningstar and hit another mannequin in the head from down to up, the head disconnected and flew into the air." Hey Run, try to hit the flying head with your daggers!" he shouted to his friend. Run, still waiting for Sharp horn to indicate what he wanted them to do to show off their skills, watched him with a bemused expression as he stealthily approached the straw targets from another angle. Honestly, there wasn't much of a point to it, unless he was trying to demonstrate that he already knew how to sneak around. Jordan's comment that he works on that might have bothered him a bit. It certainly didn't affect his strength, however, as shown by the first dummy flying out of the fenced area and landing with a thud. The fact that he knocked the head off of the second mannequin served as further evidence to his undaunted strength." Uh, sure," Run responded, letting her two daggers fall into her hands before letting them fly through the air towards the head. The fact that her two weapons struck the head were immediately obvious by the change in the path of trajectory of the head, but it wasn't quite clear where the two blades had exactly struck until the head hit the ground again. Then it was clear that the two daggers had hit roughly an eye distance apart, with the right slightly off-center from the eye on the dummy. "I guess that I'm a little rusty with my daggers, Sharp horn," Run said, going forth to retrieve them from the head of the dummy. "Great throw, you're deadly accurate!" said Sharp horn to Run,"Want to join Thrill in practicing some ranged attacks?" he asked as he got his crossbow from behind his back. Despite feeling that Sharp horn may have been a bit too enthusiastic about everything, which was a little overwhelming for her personally, Run nodded along and followed him over to the ranged targets, releasing her bow from her back and pulling an arrow from her quiver. Standing at the maximum distance of sixty feet from the target that her bow would be able to reach accurately, Run knocked her first arrow and pulled back, focusing on the target and willing her body to settle. Once the natural movement of the body was minimized and the bow was on target, she let loose, the arrow flying to strike the target a little above the heart. The second arrow she shot flew truer than the first and lodged itself in the top part of the heart. The third, and final, arrow that she shot landed next to the second. "How was that, Sharp horn?" she asked, returning her bow to its place on her back. "That was a great hit!" said Sharp horn to Run as he loaded and aimed his crossbow towards a target, he then pulled the trigger and a big crossbow bolt slashed the air, the hit was powerful as Sharp horn's crossbow was a strong one, made for Minotaur, but the accuracy was average, Sharp horn hit the target in a general chest area just aside from the heart and main artery, he then fired another bolt hitting the target in the stomach area." Never was as accurate as you, my friend!" he said to Run,"But I hope that my straight and infra-vision will compensate for that." he added." So Jordan, what you think, will you give us the job?" he asked Jordan Ru'Cyprus that was standing nearby. Jordan nodded with satisfaction as he passed, "So far you've done quite well for yourselves. After dinner, come see me and I can place you in one of our foremost patrols, and provide you with any common supplies you'll need from the wagons. A smattering of more exceptional gear and implements, will also be offered to you at a discount. Thank you for your service. Feel free to keep practicing until then and give any of the greenhorns here a show on how things are done." Jordan continued helping those who needed more attention, for many novices had shown up for the free instruction, wishing to prepare themselves just in case Cloak Wood needed the support. ((I guess I'll go ahead and do the skip-ahead. :P))After spending a little more time practicing their skills on the dummies and receiving a few tips from more experienced soldiers, dinner soon rolled around, prompting a halt on all training activity for the day as the people gathered for meal together. The food itself as delicious, consisting of fish, greens, and some fruit, which defied the common belief that all military meals were rather inedible. The atmosphere of the dinner was altogether jovial, as the people who had volunteered to support their home enjoyed their fellowship with one another, heartily telling jokes and sharing details about their lives with their comrades. It was... pleasant, to say the least. In the big city where Run had grown up, there wasn't anything like that at all. Your friends were just as liable to stab you in the back as a complete stranger. Before too long, the wonderful meal was finished, but that didn't mean that the people dispersed as Run had expected. Rather, they stuck around, mingling with one another and carrying on their fellowship. It was interesting that they seemed reluctant to break off from one another, jumping into the next topic of conversation almost immediately after finishing the previous one. But, neither Run, Sharp horn, nor Thrill had very many ties to the community, so they weren't as involved as the others were. Not to mention the fact that they were supposed to meet with Jordan to see what patrol he would stick them with. "Hey, Sharp horn," Run said, tugging on her friends sleeve. "Do you think that we should go see Jordan now?" Sharp horn enjoyed dinner a lot, although he was known for his famous sentence" The best fish is a piece of meat!", this time the fish was so good he was swallowing it one after another. When finished eating he socialized a little to get to know the local fellows, he didn't want to tell too much about himself or his friends, being escaped slave and all, so he mostly told jokes.".hey guys, how you know that a Minotaur wife was unfaithful? You don't, he already has horns anyhow!..." he was just in a middle of telling that joke when Run tugged his sleeve." Yes, it's a good idea" he answered, "Did you managed to find out anything interesting beyond what we already know?" he asked Run quietly. "No, nobody has said anything fascinating," Run said, shrugging. They were all to busy gossiping about one another to really find anything interesting whatsoever. She stood then, leaving her plate and silverware for the staff who were bustling around to take care of. From there, she and Sharp horn walked around looking for Jordan, asking people if they had seen him every once in a while. Eventually, they found him talking with several other high-ranking officers discussing matters in hushed tones. Whatever it was, it seemed pretty important, and Run was hesitant to intrude. "What do you think we should do?" Right before they left the dinner table, Thrill that was eating surprisingly quietly the entire time asked to talk to them in private,"I met one of my old friends that I thought was long dead." said the dwarf, ".he knew my old times' spouse ...turns out I have a son!!" he continued with a smile in a cheerful tone of voice, "I'm sorry old friends, but I have to find him, so this will be our last meal together for a while." after that Thrill took his backpack and weapon, waved to his friends and left towards the exit from the town while singing a rather happy Edwardian song. Sharphon wished his friend good luck and returned talking to Run. Later that night when they found Jordan talking to the officers, Sharp horn didn't waste any time on formalities, "We are ready to go!" said the Minotaur to Jordan in a loud voice. Intro: As Sharp horn was going down the hill towards the "March wardens" caravan, Thrill leaned against a rock on top of the hill and pointed the barrels of his gun towards the caravan, not because of aggression, but in order to cover for Sharp horn if anything happens, the hammers of Thrill's gun were up, and he was ready to fire immediately if needed. Runa moved to a covered position with her weapon out and ready for action, she was ready to attack if needed as well. Character sheets: Thrill Run Sharp horn The humans and dwarves are not chained, they are merely holding the leashed riding dogs that the halflings aren't using right now. Ok, thanks. I've fixed my post accordingly :) Hello players, I was wondering if you guys would be willing to revise your character's stats to reflect the 25 pathfinder point buy. A friend might be interested in joining the game, and I agree with his assertion that the stats should be addressed. I apologize if you had originally rolled your stats and considered yourself lucky to have them, but perhaps if you did, a chance to redistribute and reassign them might work to your advantage. I believe that the last gm had us use 30 points. Furthermore, I'm not one hundred percent certain that that was the number, but I do know that he had us distribute points. Regardless, I adjusted my stats to 25 points, with a racial trait of +2 to Dexterity. I actually would prefer to keep the stats as they are, just give your friend the same amount of points we had(I think it was 25 and not 30 BTW). And also, all players have a 500 pts XP bonus do to the vivid dream of Orc fighting, did anyone actually update their CS besides me? Oh, Pale, I think your forgot to add your 1 point ability increase from your 4th class level. That would explain why I thought I had done it wrong. :/ I guess it was 25 points as well then.@Steel: My sheet says I have 500 exp. Still around and ready to continue when you guys are. Hi guys, Andion, I thought maybe we can just continue straight to the essence of the game, basically all the characters are introduced to each other, so no point to go in circles. Your friend is welcome, just be sure to make him\her level 5 if he\she is not a monstrous humanoid (otherwise level 1). Alrighty, I'll give it away... I was thinking of having an encounter happen that night... now's your chance to trade, explore the town, catch up on news of contractual or commission work, buy any supplies you're missing... etc. etc. So we have an adventure coming towards us, cool! :) Anion Hi, I thought maybe it will be a good idea if you repeat the map descriptions you did on the old forum, so we can remember what can we find in different parts of the map (if you don't remember, just make up some interesting stuff), it also would be a good idea to have a short description of the town we currently in (we do want to find trouble and interesting things! :))Steel fist. Sorry I've been gone so long guys. I had a busy week with rifle and schoolwork, but I'll try to get a post up tomorrow or Monday evening. No problem! :)How is your rifle training progressing? It is going good, thanks! Oops, I derived about the gate Don't worry, Anion has corrected you! :)Anion, great save! One of the cheapest ways to stay the night... is in the common room of the Overburning Hearth, where anyone who buys enough food or drink, can spend the night on the floor from about 2 AM to Noon. Individual rooms for rent are on its second and third floor. Guys, please notice I've edited my last post and added the following sentence:"After a while they enter the famous "Overburning Hearth" inn and ask the owner about room prices and local news." Pathfinder Weather Generator For wind direction, I roll 1d8 and follow the points of the compass in a clockwise manner. (1 = NE and 8 = North)If I want to choose from 16 points of the compass, I just flip a coin to see if I add 8 to the result of 1d8. (1 = NNE and 16 = North) Tali, did I manage to miss any job offers on the way(I mean inside the game)? I thought we just didn't receive any offers yet. Not explicitly. They were just the ones that Anion said could be overheard. Is this still open? I'd have instantly hopped on if I had found it. Yeah, its open and you're welcome to join. Just generate a character with a pathfinder character sheet like the ones linked at the beginning of this thread, using pathfinder's 25 point buy, and you can write that character into the storyline when you're ready. A divine spell caster of some kind would probably be ideal, to serve as a means of support and recovery for the group. However, you're free to pick a character of any type. Right now, the group is in the settlement of Cloak Wood, in its largest inn and tavern, the Overburning Hearth, still deciding which course to take in order to increase their fortunes and satisfy their curiosity. I'm assuming the starting level is 5? What's our starting gold? It seems that 10,500gp is the recommended starting amount at level 5. I wasn't around when this game first began and picked up its GM duties mid-stride before the site's recent makeover, so I'm not sure if these players did anything differently. If you guys want to skip ahead to the Mage's Tower, just indicate that here or in your next IC post. Unless you planned something interesting for us on the way. Anion, how much money do I need to reduce from Sharp horn's fortune for the wine and the meal (you never mentioned price)? Wine 5g2nd story Room (5 SP per night)Good Meals (5 SP each) O f#ck! Guys, I'm going to be a dad!! :) Seriously? Congratulations! ’D Cool, wish you all good luck! I'm still playing! Not going anywhere! :) Well, you guys are free to post... Waiting for Thor. :) This may sound like a silly question, but I was wondering if I could make a second character as well. I've been wanted to play a wizard character for a while now, and with the introduction of a mage guild, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to ask. 3 Sorry if I sound a little pushy, but did anyone see my question yesterday? Yeah, if you want to make a wizard, I suppose you could write one in soon. The guildhall is one of the places where they are recruiting for the scout patrols, before sending them to the town quartermasters and armories for organizing and briefing and deployment. Actually, I'm thinking of making a Sorcerer, if that is still okay. 3 I know I said wizard, but I kind of meant it more as a caster, which was a mistake on my part. Hopefully, I'll be able to get that finished tomorrow. Yeah, a sorcerer works, although their role in a guild would be a little different, since most of what they know to do can't be taught. Sorry for the wait. I was gone most of the day for a family thing. Here's the sheet. 3Let me know if I need to change anything, as that is only the second character I've ever made. Looks good... although her race would keep her relations a bit wary, unless she earned a certain amount of reputation among those of Cloak Wood, or have the support of someone else who does. Well, I figured that she could have used her magic to help out here or there so that the people eventually stopped considering her with inherent distrust. Not to say that she's beloved by all or anything; just that she's more or less accepted. Does that work? Sorry I haven't posted yet guys. I've been rather busy over the past few days. But I will definitely try to get a post up tomorrow. 3 Great post, Tali! :)Anion, I wanted to ask something:Given the 3 of us are pretty much outlaws (escaped slaves etc.), we will always prefer to play by our own laws and won't entirely rely on any guild or set of rules (therefore Sharp horn's attempt to go around the official instances directly to the guild master), it will be actually our style to steal some document and find out what's happening from it, but I don't want to endanger Tali's character(Run) too much, especially at the very beginning of the game, therefore I wanted to ask how dangerous will be the mages' reaction if Run is caught, and what is the difficulty level of trying to steal a document? Thanks. 3@Andion: If you could let me know when it would be good to introduce my Sorceress, that would be great. :) Well, if you were caught stealing information, they would likely put you in the stocks for a time until everyone passing by gets a good look at you, but usually it would involve an interrogations and branding or marking you as a spy or thief if they saw fit, perhaps adding something akin to aragonite Rune. Not sure how far they would go to punish a first time offender, they might put a curse on you that hinders you whenever you're in or near town. About the whole stealing a document thing, I'm not really sure why that would be necessary. The situation just doesn't seem to inspire that reaction. Glancing around to see if there were any interesting tidbits on the documents would be perfectly suitable at this point, I imagine. That's just my two cents on the matter. 3 Yeah, I agree with you. And that was actually the original intention, I actually said" maybe a glance on some (badly positioned) document or something (maybe an eavesdrop)". Anion hello, turns out we're all waiting for the human mage to respond to Sharp horns question about the lights, please do :) I'm guessing that the daily wage for a 1st-level warrior acting as a Cloak Wood soldier in pathfinder would be about 1 to 2 GP a day, after providing supplies. But for you guys, since you come in with your own equipment and all... I'm guessing it could be as high as 0.5% of your wealth per level.5gp/day @ 2nd level15gp/day @ 3rd level30gp/day @ 4th level52.5gp/day @ 5th level just wish there was more information for hirelings. If you guys want to skip ahead, just let me know. If you skip ahead to when you leave on patrol, you can add stuff like healing potions or wands to your character sheet at a 40% discount. We can't skip ahead, Tali didn't introduce his new character yet.BTW Tali, given the fact the mage was pretty straight forward and just told us about the goblins, I don't think there is any need of spy/steel activity, lets just join the patrol and see what we can achieve from there. I could introduce my character when we meet up with the patrol, as she would be part of it. 3 yeah, perhaps you could be assigned together in the same patrol from those who meet at the training yard and barracks, once its made apparent how skilled your characters are and that perhaps you could be sent closer to enemy territory than perhaps the greenhorns Do you want me to write that then? Well, when the group makes it to the barracks and training yard, and are tested in sparring matches and in target practice, you could narrate your sorcerer's presence there, leading up to when she is introduced to them as part of the same patrol. Well, I meant writing us over to the barracks/training yard. :P Hi guys, it's been a little quiet on the IC thread lately, I think that we can just continue by the rules of the game, Tali writes Run's response and afterward Anion writes us to the training ground. Then in the training ground we can meet the sorcerer that is also training there or something like that and manages to conquer our trust(Run, Thorgili and Sharp horn won't just trust anyone)Do you agree? That's why I was asking what I should write. :P I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. I wasn't sure exactly what to write, so I hope that that is okay. If not, I can edit it. 3 I think it's a great post! :)From my side we can move to the training grounds. My most recent post for the transition to the training yard, hits the main points for now... and I might go back to add to it if it will answer your questions or help you write your next post. When you write in the sorceress, just come up with something useful she might be doing to prepare for a journey ahead. Perhaps gathering and sorting her supplies... or pouring over maps and charts of where she might go.... and ascribing some notes or sketches in a travel log for the journey ahead. When the trio shows that they are among the best gathered, they will probably be put on point ahead of the other patrols, once they come up with ways of helping you sneak around. A ranger/scout/tracker type and a cleric/druid of some kind will likely be assigned to your patrol as well... for a patrol of six. You'll also be encouraged to find means of concealing yourselves as you travel, and to consider finding a way of muffling Thor gill's firearm. Are we waiting on Thrill, or do you want me to post with my sorceress first? 3 Yeah, feel free to put your sorceress in place without having them meet, if you want. I think that I'll hold off for now. It just doesn't seem like the right time to introduce her at the moment. 3 I went ahead and posted my sorceress in, as Thrill apparently hasn't been on in a while. I think it might be a good idea for you to respond to Steel fist to move the plot along though, Anion, as there isn't much for he or I to post to until you reply with Jordan. 3 Agree with Tali(btw Tali, cool post!), we also might play a little without Thor till he comes back, as he didn't respond for about a week(I did send him a PM).BTW Anion, what happened with this friend of yours that wanted to join? They just called with the blood tests results, guys I'm going to have a son! :) Congratulations! DOH, by the way, do you want me to post next? Thank you! :)(Just so you would know, I will not call him "Sharp horn" :))And yes, Thrill haven't replied for more than a week (neither here nor by PM), so please post, we will play without him for meanwhile, and he will catch up when he returns. Guys, Sharp horn is actually not bad in sneaking around, he has bonuses to stealth and perception and got natural infra vision (check the CS). Tali, what kind of trick do you want to do to prove Jarvis that we are good at working as a team (some kind of combined attack maybe or something) ? Beats me. I'll just go along with you. 3 Anion, do we need to roll dice on practice attacks (against mannequins), or can I just be creative? Well over the course of the next few hours, things will average out anyway. So if you like, you can gloss over what you do over the next few hours, until dinner rolls around and your patrol members are assigned. I would also take a moment to check your gear and buy whatever non-magical goods you need at a 40% discount, and possibly pitch in towards something like a Handy Haversack or healing items. I might have to come up with a cleric or druid, as well as a ranger type NPC to join your patrol....as well as generate some of the creatures you'll run into when you leave Cloak Wood. So far I haven't had much homework to do, but now it seems that will change. Time to get focused and rustle up some baddies. Hopefully we will have a fight or two next week. Still producing NPCs, been a little busy. Feel free to skip ahead to having just finished dinner... primarily fish, eggs, fruits and greens. Jorvan can then introduce Tali's sorceress, and two other NPC (or PCs) to fill out a six-person patrol. You'll be joined with a guide/tracker and some type of divine spell caster. You can also make a list here, of any mundane supplies you'll want to add to your character sheets from the supply wagons near the pavilion tent. A cage of carrier pigeons and a few magical missive tokens (as per sending) will also be included for communication. I went ahead and moved us past the dinner. 3 Awesome! Just found out thrill is dropping out from the game permanently due to lack of free time, we need a player. Andion, what about that friend of yours that wanted to join? P.S. Tali, you can post, Run didn't have to actually find out anything, Sharp horn just asks as he always does. I will tomorrow. I've been busy the past few days. And I'm sorry to hear about Thrill Hi guys, it's been pretty quiet lately.are you still here? I'm waiting on Anion. Anion, I don't think you need to build all those NPC's, together with Tali's new character there are 3 PC's, maybe you need to add 1 more NPC, that's it. We'll be a small party of 4 at the beginning and maybe people will join later. That been said, I'm going for a vacation to Rome for the next 5 days, so see you all after that. Steel fist. I'm back :)

_Corpse of an Empire - The misfits_ , _Pathfinder_ game|rating:3.0

The Art of Persuasion (Closed for JT & Pipper

The Art of Persuasion (Closed for JT camp; Pepper)Amanda Bellingham sat at her elaborate dressing table touching up her make up. She was one of five children of very wealthy parents. As a result she lacked for nothing. She had attended a private school that only catered to the very elite, where she had graduated as a valedictorian. Taking a couple of years off before heading to university, with her parents’ permission of course, Mandy just wanted to relax for a while, do her own ‘thing’ away from the prying eyes of the ‘establishment’ as she referred to it. What she loved about this modest home of hers, well to her, it was modest, was that there were no servants to deal with. Mandy had put her foot down when her parents insisted that she should! The last thing she needed were members of her staff informing her parents of everything thing she was up to. Being an adult didn’t mean you were exempt from elite rules, especially when an unmarried daughter moved into her own place. Mandy looked at the pendulum clock on the wall, which she had nicknamed, ‘wag-on-the-Wei’. Her sister and brother-in-law would be arriving soon to take her to a classical music gala event. Samantha, the oldest of the siblings, had married Charles Barnes when she just turned nineteen. Nineteen! Mandy herself had just become betrothed to Daniel Carriers on her nineteenth birthday, but on the understanding that they wouldn’t even begin to plan their wedding until after Daniel’s return from Japan, where he and his father’s company’s vice-president were overseeing the restructuring of a group of failing manufacturing plants they had taken over. Much to her relief, the news that it could take up to, at least, six months, allowed her the time to explore new things, before becoming a trophy wife! She stood up making sure her long black evening gown was smoothed out. The beauty about this outfit was that it had a built-in bra, thus saving Mandy from wearing one, and the two-inch-high heels was enough for her. Anything higher she despised. Slipping on the opera gloves she noticed Daniel’s diamond engagement ring. “A promise to marry,” she muttered before sighing. Mandy couldn’t back out now, if she did her name would be mud, and completely disowned by the ‘establishment’. No, she couldn’t; like it or not she would marry him. Besides, he was loaded with money. That’s the reason she agreed to marry Daniel. Not out of love, but for money. The doorbell chimed.“Come on Mandy, let’s go and hear some Tchaikovsky,” she told herself. (Two weeks ago) Jensen listened to 'La CI dark la many', and thought what a genius Mozart was. Not even knowing Italian one sensed the seduction, entrapment. Poor Berlin he thought. And studied the screen in front of him. Looking for that Special Gift? Jensen Photography Studios can give you a professionally produced portrait of yourself, perfect to give the guy who is impossible to buy for. A private session at our studio will give you exactly the image that will tell him just how you feel. Call for an appointment for your free consultation. Totally discreet. A stock image of a young woman, innocent yet alluring was the background, faint. And pressed send. The ad would appear in the programs of four different theaters in town that featured classical music. He would take all the work that came of course. But he was looking for that one special person that would embody innocence with allure. The plan had been in the back of his mind for months now. Finally, he had amassed the resources he needed, and was ready to press forward. See if it could work. At first, he planned to green screen the shots and put selected backgrounds in place after. But that would probably only work with a professional model who could call up moods at will. He needed to see those moods in an ingénue. Someone who had never been professionally photographed before. At least not with the intent of alluring a partner. So he constructed a modern boudoir in his studio complete with king-sized bed, designer bed linens, soft lighting, a couple of chairs, one upholstered, the other a classic design with no arms, an upholstered bench, a (fake) polar bear rug, and a high-end sound system. Currently playing the aria from Don Giovanni. He imagined her posing, being seduced by the sounds, the atmosphere. Hmm. Should he get some scented candles? No better not. Too many folks nowadays with allergies. What was he missing? Wine! Yes! He made a note to pick up a wine cooler, and some mid-range whites, toward the sweet side. Some Pilot Noir too, just in case. And proper glasses. Satisfied, he shut off the lights and went to his loft. Since he placed the ad, Jensen had a few women answer, and he did the shots. Some wore négligées. One wanted tasteful nudes. He did the work, provided the photographs and collected his fee. It was turning out to be a lucrative addition to his practice. He took care to space the appointments widely, only one per day, to avoid any chance of overlap. Once he tried his 'special' music, and it may have worked. Still, the 'right' person had not yet answered the ad. He had no idea what she would look like, but he knew when he saw her he would know she was the one. The next morning found Mandy in the reading room, where along with the rows of book cabinets were the computer and television. As far as she was concerned, the living room was strictly used for entertaining guests. Mandy had enjoyed the gala event, especially Tchaikovsky’s ‘Pathetic’ Symphony. In fact, it was an enjoyable evening out. The only blemish was Samantha’s occasional ‘speech’ where she extolled the merits of marriage. That was last thing Mandy needed to hear. Since Daniel had left one week ago, all she had from him was a quick phone call to say that they had arrived in Japan safely and that he missed her. Since then; nothing! Was this a foretelling of what she was to expect as his wife? She looked up at her portrait that was hanging over the fire place. The one she posed for on her eighteenth birthday. There she was, sitting in an old-fashion chair, while dressed in a royal blue flowing gown, with matching opera gloves, and high heels. Though her hair flowed downwards, her diamond earrings were visible, along with the matching necklace. Her hair was topped off with a matching tiara. The ‘establishment’ rules required that the butler to be in the same room when a ‘lady’ of the house was having her portrait done, to make sure that there was no impropriety on behalf of the artist. However, for some reason, Daniel, had volunteered his services, and it was from that moment their friendship blossomed. Something, Mandy was now beginning to think was a mistake. But she had committed herself into becoming Mrs. Carriers. Having read the newspaper, Mandy spotted the program from last night’s gala event, where it was open to the page with an advert for a photo studio. “Hmm…to give the guy…” Could she have a few photos done, so she could email some to Daniel to grab his attention, as in; ‘this is your fiancée; how about getting in touch with her!’ Though the ad required a phone call, Mandy fired up the computer for the studio’s address. She wanted to see for herself what this ‘Jensen’ was like before deciding to use his services. After a glass of water, and dressed in a black jogging suit, something she wore when she jogged around the parent’s vast estate, Mandy drove to the address in question. Parking the BMW in the studio’s small car park, she made sure her appearance was all in order. Hair up, no jewelry; minimal make up; perfect! Her green eyes, and hour glass figure, she had inherited from her mother; the blonde hair from her aunty on her mother’s side! With mixed feelings she entered the studio to find no one. “Hello? Excuse me, but is there anyone here?” Jensen was gradually erasing small skin blemishes on the nearly naked photo he had taken of a client, for her boyfriend. She was wearing tiny white lace panties, and a pale blue top that matched her eyes. The top had been lifted to show her latest acquisitions, matching, fake breasts. At least the nipples were real, and she had teased them upright for the shot. Despite careful lighting, remnants of the surgery scar were still an angry red. He was still troubled how to deal with that, and had diverted his mind to erasing small zits on her bottom hoping for inspiration on retouching the scar. Although her hair was blonde, a dark shadow under the lace revealed the hair color was fake, too. One thing for sure, this one was not the person for his project. When he heard the studio entrance door open. "Be right there." He pressed [CTRL], and then [ALT][RIGHT SHIFT][K]. The first one saved his work, the second put a stock photo of a tiger on the screen, and locked his laptop to his fingerprint. He had furnished a small reception area in his studio. Normally the door was open for deliveries, and courier pickups. Every once in a while someone would come in trying to sell chocolates or flowers or rare diamonds, apparently unable to read the 'NO SOLICITING' sign. He would remind them that he only did business with people who could read and understand what they read. Pointing to the sign he would say 'Clearly you are excluded.' and return to his work. There was nothing in the reception area apart from a couple of chairs, a couple of his landscapes, and a counter. Doors to the studio proper and his editing area were kept locked. Jensen was about 5-10, 175, short brown hair and beard starting to show flecks of gray, clear blue eyes. And dressed in jeans, plain tan cotton tee worn out. He was fit, and enjoyed swimming at his gym after cardio and weights. Helped clear his mind. He had tried running, but didn't like being beholden to the weather. He frowned when he saw who had come in. She was young, casually well-dressed, and quite pretty once you got past the look of entitlement. She had made some attempt at dressing down, but that jogging suit had not come from a volume chain. He had never seen shoes like that. Blonde with vivid green eyes. Pupils a little small, but it was a sunny day. By the eyebrows, she was either a natural blonde or had a very thorough re-coloring. Her skin was near perfect. 'Good bones', he thought. Unlikely she was selling cookies. "I'm sorry, do we have an appointment?" Mandy watched him approach her; definitely older than her. In a way that was a good thing. The last thing she wanted was to be photographed by a novice who was trying to make a success of his business at her expense.“No, we do not. I came here for some information.” She wanted to take in a more detailed look at her surroundings, but etiquette dictated that one should look at the person one was talking to.“My fiancé is away on business, and I would like to send him some photos of myself. My outfits will be business like in nature. A trouser suit, I don’t like the word ‘pants’, and one with a long skirt in place of the trousers. I will provide the outfits myself, but – I will not sign a release, as they are for my private use. However to make up for that, I'm willing to pay more than you normally charge your clients.” Mandy was taking a risk coming here, as the ‘establishment’ always provided the photographer; hence she couldn’t risk the photos becoming public. She needed a break from such rules; rules that she would be under once again, the moment she got married.“And if I like the photos, I will consider coming back for another session. Do we have a deal, Mr…?” She cocked an eyebrow. "Jensen, Robert Jensen." He extended his hand, held it firm when she took it, but did not squeeze her hand." I provide absolute discretion for the photographs. There is no model release, you have control of all the images. I use a new memory card for your sessions. I do not keep any copies of the images. They are yours to do with as you wish. Once my account for services is settled you will take possession of the memory card. We can discuss the selection and editing of the images. If we disagree, I will not do the edits, but I will give you the images. The fee is determined by how long it takes me. This is all set out in my retainer, here is a copy for you to peruse. If you agree, sign it, I will sign it and date it, and run a copy for myself. You keep the original of the agreement." It is entirely up to you what you wear, and how you want to present yourself. I might make suggestions, or I might not, depending. But the onus is on you to decide." The dress you mentioned seems to me to suggest a semiformal approach in perhaps an upholstered chair with a plain off-white background." If you will just give me a moment. . ." He left her to read the agreement and printed a sheet from his laptop." Here is a list of times I have available for a photography session. You can choose now if you like, or call later. If it is later, perhaps suggest a couple of times that are suitable in case someone else has booked times before you." Jensen studied her all the time he was talking. This was the one! Underlying the bravado was exactly the ingénue innocence he wanted for his project. But he had to go slowly, very slowly." So, tell me, how did you hear about me? A friend perhaps? Or an advertisement? I like to know how prospective clients find out about this service." As he offered her his hand Mandy wondered if he knew anything about etiquette, especially the one where a man never shook a woman’s hand unless she offered hers first! However, when meeting someone who was from outside the ‘establishment’ one was expected to witness and deal with such things, so while smiling she accepted his hand. At least he had the decency not to squeeze the life out of it. Over the next few minutes, Mandy listened intently as Jensen gave his selling spiel, soaking up his every word hoping to catch any inconsistencies. She was a bit surprised that he didn’t require a release and would even give her the memory card. She carefully read the agreement and then read it again. All seemed to be in order. Jensen had returned with a list of times available for a shoot. Again Mandy studied it. Now she needed to make a decision. Would she sign the agreement? If she did; what time slot would she go for; the earliest one to get it over and done with? Maybe a later one which would give her time to reconsider if she really needed to do this? After all, she had plenty back home she could send to Daniel. The option to sign the agreement was in her eyes, the deciding factor. The ‘establishment’ and her parents had instilled in her that she shouldn’t sign any agreement if there was any chance of not abiding by it. In other words if she signed the agreement that lay before her on the counter top, she was obligated to do the shoot.“I’ll take the earliest one,” she finally said while grabbing a pen from her over the shoulder handbag. Proceeding to sign the agreement, Mandy answered his question. “Actually it was an advertisement that was in the program for last night’s classical music gala event that caught my attention.” Then she handed Jensen the agreement. “Of course, all of this is of no consequence if you don’t sign it as well, along with me receiving this original.” She put her pen back into the handbag, making sure Jensen used one of his own. Jensen counter-signed the agreement, disappeared for a moment, and came back with his copy in hand and gave her the original."10:30 tomorrow morning. There is a private changing room." No doubt this was the one he was looking for. But it seemed it would take some time to achieve his goal. So the first problem was to get her to return for more intimate photographs. Well, since she told him when she had seen his ad, he could find out what was playing, get a version and then try the subliminal hypnosis he had been practicing. Supposedly one can only get people to do things they want to do with hypnosis. He hoped she harbored some secret desires, suppressed by her upbringing. Seduction of an innocent was his plan, but this was much, much better, an innocent who felt entitled to have her way with everything. Much better. He looked in her eyes, openly. "I will see you tomorrow then. Do you have any questions?" “No, I have all the information that I require, Mr. Jensen.” Then Mandy offered her hand, as was required by the ‘establishment’ when a formal agreement was reached. After shaking hands, she went to her car. Once behind the wheel, Mandy wondered if she had just made a terrible mistake. Despite her hatred for the ‘establishment’, it did offer complete security. If she had to call on them to get her out of any potential mess with this Jensen fellow, she would be subject to the wrath of her parents along with either moving back to the manor or having servants in her own home. Just as she was about to pull out of the studio’s car park her cell phone rang. The display said it was Daniel. “Hello?”“Hello Darling, how are you?” Mandy had to refrain herself from asking him why he had waited a week to call her. “Oh, doing great. How’s the business over there?”“We’re still putting the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together.” Mandy smirked at his description of what he and his father’s vice-president were up against. “I’m going to send you some photos of me; something to remember me by, till you’re home!” Her fiancé’s response was…not what she expected. “No need for that. I’ve got plenty of them to show the Japanese big wigs who I’m going to marry.” Mandy was stunned. She was indeed going to be a trophy wife. Getting her senses back she responded. “You’re showing them around! What were you thinking?”“Er… I’m sorry. I just wanted to show just how beautiful you were.” She sighed. “It must be night there. So go and get some sleep. E-mail me when you can. Bye.” Then she ended the call, before Daniel could say anything more. “That should give him something to think about,” muttered Mandy as she pulled out onto the main road and headed for home. Jensen returned to editing the nudes he had been working on before she had walked in, no appointment, typical of her class of people. Expect everyone to drop everything to look after them. Well he had plans. She would be well and thoroughly looked after. Done with the edits he checked the program she had attended when she saw his ad. Tchaikovsky. Quickly he downloaded a solo violin version of the love theme from Romeo and Juliet. Then recorded his own voice, pitch lowered and slowed." You need to look sexy."" You might lose him."" He wants lots of photos."" Show him how sexy you are"Then he mixed the two streams together repeating the words hypnotically. But at such a low level that the voice could not be heard. Just sensed. Subliminally. Then he set up his projector, hooked it to his laptop. Chose an idyllic countryside scene with a stream, puffy clouds. And inserted the same messages so they played with the loop. Subliminally, so quickly the conscious mind would not realize it was there.Finally, he set up a plain backdrop and an upholstered chair. Very soft lighting and at a very low level with reflector cards. He expected they would need no more than 30 mins to get the final adjustments for the lighting. And all that time the subliminal messages would be playing in the music and on the screen. By her reactions he would know how far he could push her. The following morning Mandy began to think about cancelling the appointment with Jensen. Keeping it would serve no purpose, now that Daniel claimed that he had plenty of photos of her with him in Japan. She sighed while looking down into her bowl of Weetabix. What a mess! Signing the agreement meant she either had to keep it per ‘establishment’ rules, or take a hit, monetary wise and hope the ‘establishment’ didn’t find out. “Damn the ‘establishment’!” Mandy exclaimed while she dug a spoon into what was now becoming a mushy block of wheat. She wasn’t known for using ‘vulgar’ language, but wanting to let off steam and with no servants around, she went ahead and did it! It feltsogood! After breakfast, she took her regular morning shower. It was during that time that Mandy decided to keep the appointment. After all, posing in trousers, let alone wear them, wasn’t heard of in elite circles. Females were expected to wear skirts or dresses, except in very cold weather. Even then, they had to get permission from husbands or fathers. So why did she want to be photographed while wearing trousers? Was it because, for just once her subconscious wanted to rebel against elitist rules? Mandy grinned. After all, she hadn’t planned on sendingthoseto Daniel, just the ones in the skirt. She carefully packed a (clothes) carrying case, while she had decided to wear a burgundy short-sleeve blouse and a long gray skirt for the trip to Jensen’s studio. White socks and modest matching gray pumps finished off her attire. The trip to the studio didn’t take long, and soon Mandy entered Jensen’s with case in hand. “Good morning, Mr. Jensen.” "Good morning Miss Bellingham." Jensen produced a new 2G SD card, still in original packaging. He opened it with a small pocket knife in front of he, and passed it to her with a sharp tipped black felt pen." Could you initial this please? Then we both know it is yours." With that formality done, he led her to the studio / workshop. A large chair with dark green faint plaid pattern sat in front of a large off-white backdrop. The lights were low, very low, it took a moment to adjust one's eyes. Soft music was playing, orchestral version of the introduction to Romeo and Juliet. He wondered if she would recognize Tchaikovsky straight away." I use low level ambient lighting in the studio. The lighting for the photographs comes from those units with the silver umbrellas, and I do not want room lighting to interfere."Also, it would make her pupils enlarge. And that gave a special look to his photographs. Subliminally we notice when a person's pupils enlarge. Our subconscious translates that to interest, excitement. One of his trade secrets. Clients saw that in their photograph and got a sense of intimacy from it. She was so perfect for this. Pretty but with that haughtiness that came with the territory in her social circles. He imagined her naked sucking on a wooden dildo. Several flashes were on stands with umbrellas and diffusers. A camera with a very large diameter lens sat on a tripod, facing. Jensen took the now initialed card and put it in the camera, in front of her." I see you brought some things. The green door there leads to the dressing room. Take your time, then come back in here and sit in that chair please." He checked all the settings on his camera, and did some test shots of the empty chair to confirm the light levels on the chair and backdrop. As soon as she entered the dressing room, he used a remote control to initiate the music program he had prepared. Soon she would have a feeling insecurity about her boyfriend, and a strong urge to look sexy for him. Mandy locked the door behind her. She had no intention of letting Jensen casually walk in ‘by accident’. As she began to undo the top two buttons of her burgundy blouse, her ears picked up the familiar sounds of one of her favorite pieces of music. Then she unbuttoned two more followed by another pair, and yet another pair. All that remained were three, and they were soon dealt with. Now it was the skirt’s time. She pushed the zip down and then Mandy began to wriggle her way out of the gray skirt, as she pushed it past her hips. After several wiggles, the skirt pooled around her feet and then bent forward at the waist to pick it up as she stepped out of it. The pumps and the socks followed. Opening the clothes case Mandy pulled out a white long sleeved blouse. Putting it on, her eyes spotted a solitary pencil skirt hanging from a rack. “Probably for another client,” she muttered. Those type of skirts were frowned upon by the ‘establishment’ as they appeared to cling to the female’s hips and legs, thus making their walk look like a vulgar ‘sexy strut’. Next were the black trousers. Soon they pulled up her legs and secured around her. Extracting a pair of black pumps from the case, Mandy at first thought about using the white socks, something the ‘establishment’, would prefer for her to wear stockings instead. Of course those were meant to be worn with skirts and dresses not with trousers! Actually, she detested stockings! Socks did come in handy when she wore trousers, but even those were on the ‘hit’ list! As Daniel wasn’t going to these, Mandy threw caution to the wind, and tossed the socks aside. With her pumps now on her feet along with a matching black jacket over her blouse, Mandy looked in the mirror and made sure her hair was up perfectly. Exiting the dressing room, she went straight to the chair and sat. All that was left to do was to see if Jensen was good at his job. She came out of the dressing room wearing a simple but very well tailored pantsuit. Looked like she was going to attend a charity function to lend her status to the event. Jensen's hand cupped his chin as he thought. And thought. Did she really imagine her boyfriend would be so enthralled with this image of her that he would never look at another woman while he was away? Most of his clients for this project had strongly overstated their sexuality. She was obscuring it. Well, a challenge to be sure." For this type of photograph I do no post-editing. Images that are not up to standard will be scrubbed from the card using the camera's software. You will take the card with you when you leave. As soon as the card is in your possession you will have absolute and total control of the images." I need to do a series of test exposures to adjust the lighting. This takes some time, so just relax, no need to pose, we will not use any of these images, they simply serve to adjust the lighting." For the next ten minutes, Jensen took photographs, checked the data on the camera screen showing a variety of metrics only a photographer would understand. And walked about moving the flash units, changing filters, adjusting the exact position of the backdrop, changing lenses, and trying different filters on the camera itself." If you want to take a break and walk about a bit, go ahead. I know this phase is very tedious, but it is part of the work that can't be avoided." Jensen pushed the button on the remote in his pocket that triggered the music he prepared with the subliminal messages. The music could just barely be heard in the room. If she was susceptible, and he was certain she was, it would make her feel uncertain and insecure about her boyfriend, and induce her in this case to quite literally let her hair down. She looks such a prig, he thought. It will be a real pleasure watching that facade break down.Finally, her pupils responded to the low ambient light in the studio, and enlarged. Magnifying her eyes on the camera screen she saw exactly what he needed. Large pupils that showed subconscious excitement. Allure." Could you just fold your hands on your lap, please." He triggered a laser unit that shone red dots at various places around the room. "Please look at the red dots as they appear." Using a tablet he moved the dots, and in effect changed the position of her head. After a bit he decided the left side of her face was the better. Got the chin a bit up, her looking to the right. Then flashed a dot far to her right, and caught the photo as she reacted, twisting her head. He studied the image for a couple of minutes. Really just waiting for the subliminal messages to take hold. 'And now the test' he thought." Miss Bellingham, let your hair down for me." Jensen pursed his lips to mask the internal smile as he saw her immediately respond, no thought, no pause. She just reached up and unpinned her hair, flipping her head to let her hair cascade. He caught it in mid-fall. And there it was. The contrast between the strict pantsuit and the cascading hair in mid-flip with her arms still up was perfect. The jacket had just about perfectly compressed one breast. The image hinted at a perfect figure, almost, but not quite, totally masked by the jacket. This was exactly what he wanted. But he shot a few more, using the laser dots to pose her, the music changed to one of the Vivaldi concertos. They were done, and if the subliminal messages had worked as planned, she would be left with a strong desire to repeat the experience, and to attempt to lure her intended with photographs." Finished. You can preview the images on the camera screen. There are three. You can scroll them using the blue and yellow button on the controls." He had placed little dots of color on the appropriate buttons. Jensen stood back from the camera, now angled down, so the screen was easy to see without crouching. He went to the wall and adjusted the dimmer to brighten the room lights gradually over the next couple of minutes, so her eyes could adjust before entering the more brightly lit dressing room. He watched her face as she scanned the three images. Watched her pupils enlarge as she looked at the photo of her flipping her hair as it fell. That one actually turned out very well. The implied sexuality was strong, very strong. Stronger because it was bursting through the facade she used to mask her feelings. Chuckled to himself. Like fly-fishing. It was all in the initial presentation. Then the process of slow inducements to take the bait, and at the right moment set the hook. The process was challenging, but the reward would make it worth it. Time to jiggle the fly a bit." When shall we schedule your next appointment? Would one week be convenient? Same time?" Mandy was getting a little ‘hot under the collar’ as she had to repeatedly look at the red dots. She never had to do this when posing for an ‘establishment’ photographer, but her upbringing had taught her to remain calm and polite in such circumstances. Though Jensen had asked her if she wanted to take a break, Mandy declined. She just wanted this over and done with! Finally, the trouser suit set was finished. Checking the three images, she wondered why she had let her hair down. Either way, she did look good. ‘A pity that Daniel won’t see these,’ she thought. Then Jensen alluded to making another appointment. Mandy looked at him. “Let’s get this one finished first, before deciding if I’m interested in using your services again.” Again she was being polite, not wanting to tell him ‘that she wouldn’t be back’. Back in the changing room, Mandy didn’t waste much time in exchanging her trousers for the long black skirt. She wanted to get out of this studio as fast as she could. It was now obvious that she had made a mistake in coming here. One final look in the mirror to check that everything was okay, but it wasn’t! Her hair was down. The ‘establishment’ rules required female’s hair to be long, though it should be worn up most of the time, which to Mandy didn’t make sense. Why fuss over the upkeep of long hair when it was worn up? One might as well, have it cut! She sighed as she began to lift it up to put the pins in, then, “No, I’ll leave it down, just this once.” Smoothing her blonde hair out, her eyes fell upon the pencil skirt again. Mandy walked over to it. Her attention to detail told her that its hem would come to just above her knees. Something she couldn’t wear. Soon she was back in the studio chair, waiting for Jensen. While she was dressing Jensen prepared a second version of the music with a new subliminal message. This time he chose Beethoven Hammerklavier, the 2nd movement. For a late Beethoven rather light, but he wanted to save the emotionally charged sonatas for later. "You must do as Jensen asks." Over and over again. Basically, hypnotizing her, Of course she would never do something against her character, but if led slowly and gently, he was certain he could get the results he wanted. And she was such a perfect subject. That arrogance was priceless. When he heard the dressing room door close, Jensen returned, putting on a Mozart piano sonata to set the mood. As before he had her sit in the chair, studied her a moment and said "The skirt is a different tone, I need to adjust the lighting and exposure." With a hand-held meter he walked about holding it near her face, shoulders, thighs, calves. That close he could catch her scent. Very clean with just bare hint of a perfume or cologne. So faint one wondered if it was an illusion. He adjusted the shutters on the lighting units and kept repeating until he saw her pupils had widened in response to the low light in the studio. The music switched to the Beethoven with the subliminal message. He took a couple of shots and then moved his camera to be about 45 degrees to the side of the front of the chair, and said "Miss Bellingham, please remove your jacket and hold it with one finger in the loop at the back of the collar." It was all he could do to suppress a smirk as she complied instantly. So far so good he thought." Miss Bellingham, look this way." Almost a stern command, and it elicited exactly the look he wanted. Part obeying, part entitlement. Exactly how he imagined someone like her would react to her husband. But the good part was the way her blouse stretched over her breasts. No bra outline was visible, but he was certain she was wearing one. Barely perceptible bumps showed the location of her nipples, and that they were somewhat aroused." Thank you, Just relax a few moments." Jensen quickly erased most of the shots leaving the formal portrait, which looked like a shot from a brochure for a charity auction showing the patron, the angled shot with her breasts shaping the blouse. And one moments later that captured 'the look.' He zoomed and cropped the last one to show only her face, her pupils large and razor sharp. That last one is pure art he thought. It said so much, but also left so much to the viewer's imagination. 'Perfect.'" Please come over and look at the photos, tell me if you approve." He flipped the camera to face down and set it up for her to scroll through the shots. Just before the Beethoven ended he said "When you come next week, I think you should wear something less formal, after all you want to let this person know how much you miss them. As I said before, same time." And he flipped the card out of the camera, and handed it to her. The music progressed to a Vivaldi concerto. Mandy listened to his words. ‘He never gives up, does he?’ she thought, as she scrolled through the images. After taking the card from Jensen, she walked towards the changing room. “And what makes you think that I’ll be coming next week, overcoming back at all, Mr Jensen? As I alluded to earlier, I’ll decide if I want to use your services again.” Mandy didn’t wait for any response from him before entering the changing room. “I don’t like being pressured into doing this or that,” she muttered while beginning to undress. Now down to her underwear, Mandy spotted her reflection in the mirror. She sighed. “Just like a bikini.” The ‘establishment’ frowned on such swimwear. Females were required to wear swimsuits, and the males, trunks. Back in her burgundy blouse and gray skirt, she made sure that the rest of articles she had brought with her, were safely packed and secured in the clothes carrying case. Then, one final look around to make sure she wasn’t going to leave anything behind, before heading back to the studio and Jensen. Mandy decided to see how desperate he wanted to photograph her again. ‘This could be fun’ she thought. “I do commend you on the music you provided. It’s so nice to hear such wonderful stuff played in this day and age.” So much for the flattery; now it was time to bait Jensen!“I’m still undecided, Mr Jensen, if I’ll be using your services again. However, if you’re willing to give me an incentive to do so, I might take up your offer.” "Of course we have a returning customer rate, sliding scale, plus each return visit earns a token. Five tokens can be exchanged for one free session, either for yourself, or someone you choose. A few families like to document life in a formal way and take advantage of it." And people in a long distance relationship, who like artistic photographs, find it helps them maintain contact." However, I happen to have a relationship with a theatrical costume provider. They specialize in clothing for film and television productions. And providing special designer dresses for gala functions. They will not deal with the public, for efficiency reasons. Here. . . "Jensen broke open a new card, and quickly loaded it with his laptop." That is their catalog. Anything you fancy, let me know the catalog number along with sizing information and I will have it here for you to use. Of course everything will be cleaned and sanitized to ASTRA standards. One off designer clothes are also available from them, I get a reduced rate I am happy to pass along to you. When you are done with them, they are returned to the company, and they modify them and add them to their stock. The modifications assure you had a unique style." Then he frowned. And thought a moment, deciding if it was time, and decided, no it was not time yet. Mandy knew she was enjoying this moment. Of course, such behavior would never be sanctioned by the ‘establishment’. She pretended to take in every word Jensen was telling her, but it was a case of, ‘in one ear and out the other’. Once he had finished his spiel, Mandy decided it was time to shut her incentive ploy down. It had been nice, so nice in fact; she quickly decided to give Jensen one more chance at her bait.“That sounds very enticing, Mr Jensen, but I’m afraid I only wearnewclothing.” That fact was true. To purchase a used article of clothing would be classified as ‘scandalous’ by the ‘establishment’. “Maybe, you would know of a boutique where I could purchase new items for a discount on the condition that I would wear them once for another session with you?” Oh, Mandy wassoenjoying this! Now it was time to see if Jensen would either nibble at her bait or just give up? Hopefully, the latter would prevail. "I have no connection with any boutiques Miss Bellingham. However, there is an option at the costume provider. Not surprisingly, there are some actors who object to wearing pre-worn outfits. The company buys them new clothes, and they are returned after, to general stock. Of course this creates a discount for the item as the company will rent it out many times after you wear it. As I mentioned some actors prefer exclusive designs. For an additional fee the item is recur somewhat to alter the design enough that the original would only be worn once in that configuration." Jensen wondered why anyone with virtually unlimited money would care if they got a discount or not. On some items. On others, they seemed to strive to pay more than anyone else for something. Automobiles for example. They always seemed to have the most expensive, and typically unreliable, car they could find. Well if nothing else, she certainly was proving just how entitled she thought she was. And that made her perfect for his project." Just go to any boutique in the city, snap a photo of the outfit on your phone, and email it to me with the name of the boutique. Address if they have more than one location. I will arrange to have it here for you. The cost will be 60% of what you would pay at the store." Of course there was a finders fee built into that offer. He would keep 10% for himself. Keep track, and when it built up enough, if this continued to work well, Jensen planned on buying her some VERY special clothes, but he had to work up to that, slowly. It seemed that Jensen had put the ball well and firmly back into Mandy’s court! Now it was decision time. She could accept one of the options he had given her, or simply decide that none of them were of any incentive to use his services again. That latter would have given her an easy way out, but…“Let me look at the catalog for a bit, and see if there is anything that catches my eye.” Maybe the second option might give her an excuse to wear some new clothing of the type that the ‘establishment’ frowned upon. Mandy knew that once she married Daniel, she would be required to wear long dresses and skirts, unless she could convince him to let her wear trousers in the cold weather. Mandy eagerly went through the catalog on the laptop. Elizabethan and Victorian costumes were a plenty along with other costumes of historic nature. Nothing there for her! Fifties and sixties era dresses caught her eye as the pencil skirt in the changing room returned to her thoughts. Would she be brave enough to actually wear one? After all, the item would be delivered to Jensen’s studio and left there for him to return it to the theatrical costume provider, so no fear of being seen carrying, or wearing it. She typed, ‘Pencil skirt’ into the search panel. Up popped a window that displayed twenty skirts; mostly in black. Mandy wasn’t interested in those whose hem line came to just above the knees like the one in the changing room. She wasn’t that brave! Well, not yet! A couple did catch her eye though; one whose hem would come down to her calves and the other just below her knees. Mandy quickly jotted down their catalog numbers and size on a piece of paper she found on the counter. However, she wasn’t finished. Another search resulted in her finding a cream-coloured blouse with black trim around the collar and matching black cuffs on sleeves that came down to just below her elbows. Its description said it that it wasn’t made of ‘sheer’ material. The last thing Mandy needed was to have any hint of her bra seen through the blouse. Again she jotted down the catalog number and size. Then she tore off a blank portion and copied all details of the three items onto that, before placing it in her handbag. Before handing Jensen his copy, she added, ‘NEW ONLY!’ "Understood. I will see you next week then, at the same time. Either bring your memory card with you, or I can give you a new one. And of course you get the first level returning customer rate too." For the rest of the week Jensen did his usual sessions, none really very interesting, although one woman's ideas were quite explicit. He suspected she was selling. It was a bit of a challenge to try to get her look. In the end he gave up and produced what looked like very stock men's magazine shots. Charged her a bit extra for all the retouching that was needed. In his spare time Jensen worked on the subliminal messages. He recorded a few: 'Let down your hair', 'Cross your legs', 'Turn sideways'; 'Open your collar'; and 'You need more photographs in sexier outfits' These he laid over various piano and violin sonatas, still mostly the more lyrical Mozart and Brahms, but one slightly more passionate Beethoven. Even some Handel to reinforce that look of entitlement. The next few days found Mandy puttering around the garden. She loved having her own one. So much freedom to plant what she wanted, not what, Burns, the head gardener back at the manor dictated. On one particular day, she heard a van pull into the driveway. She waited. “Excuse me, Ma’am, but I brought you some flowers and bushes.” Mandy smiled as she spotted Nick Greene’s head over the garden fence. “Come on in, Nick, let’s see what you managed to abscond from under Mr Burns’ nose.” Nick was in his early twenties and quite handsome. ‘If only he was from the ‘elite’ side’ Mandy thought; because if he did, she’ll be wearing his engagement ring, not Daniel’s. She could have, but that would have brought scandal upon her family for becoming betrothed to someone much lower than her status. If the ‘establishment’ had failed in its attempts to ‘persuade’ Mandy to change her mind, she would become an outcast as would Nick. Nick was a son of a gardener, and while the both of them were growing up, Mandy always remembered her parents telling her not to have any feelings for him, except normal friendship, because marriage to him was utterly out of the question. For better or for worse, she fought not only her parents, but also Burns to allow Nick to look after her own garden. He had taken care of hers back at the manor.“Oh, some yellow roses and a couple of bushes,” he smiled as Mandy stood up, while brushing the dirt off her jeans.”Don’t you dare tell anyone you saw me wearing these,” she said before breaking out into a laugh.”Good heavens, no, and I won’t tell them about you wearing your hair down.” Mandy lifted one hand to stroke her hair. It was down. Had it been those images she had done at Jensen’s which convinced her wear it as such?“Yes, thank you, I wear it this way once in a while just for a change.” That was the best she could come with at that moment.“Don’t worry, it’s nice to let yourself go once in a while, especially when you have your own place.” He knew that he had spoken ‘freely’, but that’s what made their friendship so great. No reprisals, as long as one didn’t push their luck. There was a limit after all.“I best be going, otherwise ol’ Burns be wondering where I’ve got to,” Nick said. “I’ll pop back next week and tend to your garden. Oh, any further thoughts on having a sun-dial?”“If you find an exact replica of the one in my garden back at the manor, please do.” She loved that one. It had been presented to Mandy on her fifteenth birthday. They shook hands and Mandy watched him till he drove away. She sighed before putting all the stuff back in the gardening shed. The roses and bushes would wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow came quickly for her. Attired in a royal blue calf-length skirt and a white short-sleeved blouse with matching two-inch heels, Mandy walked into Jensen’s studio. ‘If he’s deviated from what I ordered, I’m walking out,’ she thought. Jensen chose Mozart's Sonata 15 as the background for the subliminal persuasions. Delicate, gentle, almost innocent, but with that wonderful underlying emotion. Really it complimented a woman's natural beauty. And it would evoke memories of The French Lieutenant's Woman, if she had seen that film. He added one more hidden message: 'Show him you can be sensual.' He smiled thinking that the 'him' could be himself, or the guy she was making these photographs for. His phone chimed when the studio door opened. And there she was, as uptight and entitled as ever. He smiled to himself. What a pleasure it will be to see her facade stripped away and lasciviously enticing. The inner sexual animal released for him to see. And whoever she sent the photos too. If she ever shared them at all." Good morning Miss Bellingham." Jensen gave her another new 2G SD card, still in original packaging. He opened it, and passed it to her a felt pen." Could you initial this please?"" You will recall where the dressing room is. The clothes you asked for are hanging up in there. I removed the labels for you, but I assure you they are brand new. Unworn." She took the card, and retired to change. Jensen had prepared the studio exactly as before, with the large upholstered chair, and dim ambient lighting. But he added an upholstered bench, with similar light gray neutral backdrop. He busied himself with lighting measurements, and flash unit placements, then triggered the background sound. Gentle piano notes filled the air. Of course for the persuasion to work the subject must harbor the desires. The art of seduction is after all just convincing someone to do what they have longed to do. Mandy looked at the pair of skirts and the blouse. Further investigation proved that they were the ones she had ordered. Stripping down to her underwear, she wondered if she had made the right decision on ordering the items. Either way, she couldn’t really back out now. The new blouse did feel right at home on her. It somehow felt as if it had been designed just for her. Of course, it was common for ‘elite’ families to have their own fashion designers. It was after Mandy had zipped herself into the black calf-length pencil skirt, that she sensed how it hugged her legs. Every step she took, it felt as if it was part of her. No swaying to and fro of the hem of a ‘normal’ skirt of the same length, but one that imitated her actual strut. Her ears picked up the sounds of a Mozart opus, as she secured her modest high heels in place. Why didn’t she wear stockings with these? Mandy couldn’t figure out why she would, considering the fact that she loathed them. Even when she was ‘required’ to wear them at an ‘establishment’ party, it took every ounce of her being not to remove them final look in the mirror was required. Blouse completely buttoned up, skirt hugging her hips and legs, hair down. Down? Why on earth hadn’t she worn it up? Mandy shrugged when she remembered Nick commenting on it the previous day. Was it the norm now? Had she decided to wear it down in ‘defiance’ of the ‘establishment’ rules for her last few months of freedom before marriage? Her hands slid down the sides of the skirt one more time before heading to the studio. Jensen smiled and ushered her to the chair." Just relax. This always takes a little while. But it is the only way to ensure good results." He puttered about taking light readings, triggering the flashes, moving them, triggering again. More light readings. Some test exposures and repeat. IF fact he was waiting for the low light levels and the subliminal messages to have their effect. The former to open her pupils, the latter to make her amenable to his suggestions." Let's start where we left off. Do you remember the way I had you look this way and that with the laser dots? Of course, you do. OK. So same idea but you be creative. Turn your body away from the camera. Try to imagine the camera is 'him' and you just caught his eye across a crowded room. You are a bit surprised he is there. Catch his attention. You are more attractive than that woman he is talking to. Make him realize it."" Yes. Yes, yes, that's it. Good. Excellent." He flipped through the images on the back of the camera. "Hamm." Erased them. "The photographs look like a Victorian era formal painted portrait. We need more life." The music had progressed to the slow seductive part. Now was the time to test how much power the subliminal messages had given him." Undo your top blouse buttons." He voiced it firmly, as a command, not a request. She looked confused, but swiftly undid the buttons. Turned to the camera. Her eyes promised delights no one had ever explored before. Jensen surprised himself, his plan had worked so well. And the photograph was magnificent. 'If I saw that I'd be on the next plane to be sure no one else claimed my prize' he thought. The lighting was perfect. The texture of her skin on the top part of the upper mounds of her breasts was palpable in the image. For a moment he thought of going further, then stopped himself. In fact, the slower, the better. The anticipation was a delight." You are a pleasure to work with Miss Bellingham. Get changed, and I will have the photographs ready for you to review. I am certain you will be pleased. And I hope I am not presuming too much to make your next appointment. Next week? Same time? I put some other catalogs in the dressing room if you would like to order more clothes, but also, remember you can go to any boutique in the city, and order anything you like. Just take a pic on your cell phone of the tag and email it to me with the address of the shop. The costume suppliers will benefit from your taste, I am certain." That last comment might have laid it on a bit thick, but it was too late now. It was said. “Our session isn’t finished yet,” Mandy said in a voice that had a displeasing tone to it. “I still have another skirt to wear.” Mandy rolled her eyes as she re-entered the changing room. ‘Does this guy really want my business?’ she thought. She slightly wiggled her hips, not only while unzipping the skirt, but also as she lowered it to the floor. Something Mandy had never done before. She had been taught to ‘simply lower such items to the floor’. As she swapped the skirts, Mandy wondered if she could purchase the skirt she had just worn.‘I’ll deal with that later’ she thought while easing the new skirt up her legs. A tingle went through her body as Mandy sealed herself into the skirt by means on the zipper. The hem just covered her knees though they would be exposed once she ‘took a seat’. One final look in the mirror; hair down; top two buttons of the blouse undone; skirt hugging her hips and upper legs. Yes, she was ready. Then back to the studio. The catalog would have to wait! Jensen was pleased he had captured her interest. It remained to be seen how far he could push her, but he was getting the feeling that, in time, she would be like putty in his hands. While she was changing he allowed himself to imagine her, servicing a man tied to a chair. She definitely had a dominant streak in her, and he intended to bring that out. All in good time he reminded himself. With the remote he triggered an aria:LA CI dark la many, Là mi Dirac DI SI. Vedi, non è Montano;Partial, Ben mid, the quit. The voice of the bass singing in baritone range needed no translation, it was open seduction. Chuckling Jensen wondered if she was familiar with the aria. Even if she was, subliminally she would lower her defenses. The skirt she changed to was significantly tighter, and showed off her curves magnificently. To test the effect of the music he extended his hand to her as she sat. He clasps was cool, a little stronger than he expected. Inside he smiled at the look of confusion on her face as she took his hand. She really did not know why she did it. She sat and turned sideways. And her skirt took the shape of that groove that runs the outside of a fit woman's thigh." Perfect. Please, hold that a moment." He quickly re-arranged the lights to make a shadow that outlined the groove. Her knees showed, as did her upper chest. And the blouse was doing its best, but still could not conceal the fullness of her chest.' If music be the food of love. . Or food of lust' thought Jensen." Let your mind wander, forget the camera, forget me, think about him." Jensen wondered who the 'him' was that she was ostensibly posing for. "He just entered the room, you heard his voice, turn, look at him." The hair toss was perfect. He wished he had a video of the way her chest moved. 'Ah well, soon enough, all would be revealed.' he thought." Excellent! These are outstanding shots Miss Bellingham. You are really progressing in your abilities before the camera. Don't forget to scan the catalogs to see what you want to wear for our next session. I will have the memory card ready when you have changed. I put today's clothes on a one-month lease - if you want to borrow them to wear somewhere, please, be my guest." Mandy took a mental note of how Jensen helped her sit. Something that Daniel did. Had she underestimated Jensen by judging him too quickly? Surely, there had to be people outside the ‘establishment’ that were just as caring. Back in the changing room, she was contemplating changing back into the royal blue skirt she had arrived in, but noting that Jensen had said she could keep them for a month, Mandy opted to change into the calf-length pencil skirt. After carefully folding the other articles of clothing she was set to exit the room, except that her eyes zoomed in on the catalogs. The first was full of evening gowns. She had plenty of those at home, so no worries there. The other one seemed to concentrate on short dresses or skirts. Could she bold enough to pose in one? Heck, why not? Daniel wasn’t going to see them. In the past week all Mandy had received from him were a couple of e-mails mostly boasting about the way the company’s vice-president and him were ‘turning things around’. Mandy searched for the right outfit. She finally settled on a blue paisley short sleeve blouse and matching skirt, whose hem would be about three inches above her knees. Jotting down the catalog number and the sizes she required, Mandy couldn’t believe what she was doing. It was as if she was in control of her own choices, not those of her parents, the ‘establishment’, or Daniel. Mandy met Jensen at the counter. “You wouldn’t have a plastic bag I could put these in, would you?” she asked concerning the folded items. “I’ve decided to take up your offer of keeping the articles for the month. Oh, here is the information you need for my next costume.” Costume! Didn’t she mean ‘outfit’? "Yes, yes, of course, just a moment." Jensen returned with the garment bags the clothing had been shipped in. And he passed her the latest memory card." I believe you will find these photographs to your liking, but if there is any problem at all, bring them back next week, and we can sort it out. I left the original RAW files in a separate folder there, in case you would prefer a different balance, or crop. As you know, I keep no versions of your photographs here. It is entirely up to you what you do with them."" And let me say what a pleasure it is working with you on this project." He glanced at her choices for outfits for the next session, and noticed the progression. Clearly the subliminal messages were working perfectly. Next session he would up the ante - try something just a little more risqué. His mind raced, he had only a few more moments and the effect of the messages would start to wear off. Next week he had a commercial shoot of a few saddles to do, and included was preparation of an ersatz portion of a horse's body to seem as if the saddles were on an actual horse." Tell me Miss Bellingham, do you ride?" “I used to, but my…” Mandy hesitated. “My horse became very ill, and had to be destroyed. I was fifteen at the time, and was so devastated, I told my parents that I didn’t want another horse, nor do I intend to ride one.“Then she smiled as a thought came to her. “Mr. Jensen, I was wondering if you could take some photographs of my gardener. He’s been a close friend of mine since we were ten, and I would like to thank him in some way. Of course, it goes without saying that I will pay for your services.” Mandy put the memory card in her handbag, and then placed the folded articles of clothing into the garment bags. As she did so, Mandy felt the pencil skirt clinging to her. Somehow she liked it, really liked it. After bidding Jensen a ‘goodbye’ she began to walk, no, strut her way out of his studio. She stopped. “Why did you ask if I could ride?” "Well in view of what you just told me, I think my idea may not be the best. However, I had thought of you posing on a saddle. The saddle would be on an ersatz horse, just a mock-up really. I have been doing a commercial shoot of saddles for a catalog. There will be a couple of English saddles here next week. Really I was casting about for novel backdrops for you."" Of course, I will photograph your gardener." Jensen looked in her eyes for a hint. There was something there, but what? Or did it simply need to be brought out. Whatever, this was an interesting twist. Mandy pondered on what he had suggested, but…she couldn’t. If the ‘establishment’ found out that she had posed for a photographer from outside the ‘elite’ circle, she would have some tough explaining to do. She was already walking on thin ice by using Jensen’s services.“I’m afraid I cannot accept your kind offer, because my riding gear doesn’t fit me anymore. Besides, even if it did, it’s at my parents’ place, and they will want to know why I want it, knowing that I have given up riding.” Then Jensen’s agreement to photograph Nick lifted Mandy’s spirits. “Thank you. When would you like to do them?” Jensen wondered who this 'gardener' was. How old? What was his relationship with this woman? So far his subliminal messages had been designed for her, a long path to get her to perform for his camera, perform things she had never in her wildest dreams imagined, and to want to do them, for him. How would the 'gardener' fit in? Perhaps. . . Jensen made a mental note to re-read Lady Chatterley's Lover. He chuckled imagining providing a bouquet of daisies. After flipping though his agenda on his phone, "Same time as you Miss Bellingham, I have the next hour free next week, we can do a two-hour session. There is only one change room, but I am certain we can work around that. Having you present will help him relax, I hope. And perhaps vice versa. One of the keys to good portrait photography is to help people overcome being camera shy." Mandy smiled. “I don’t see any problems, at all, Mr Jensen.” Picking up the garment bags, she continued, “Thank you for finding the extra time next week. Good day” As Mandy drove home, she briefly looked down at the pencil skirt she was wearing, when stopped at a red traffic light. She couldn’t believe she was wearing it! Such skirts were frowned upon by the ‘establishment’. Mandy dreaded to think what the ‘establishment’ would think if they knew the outfit she had ordered for next week’s shoot. What was the chance that the love duet from Romeo and Juliet would have an effect on a gardener. Seems remote Jensen thought, but perhaps he shouldn't judge the man so hastily. Certainly it was too soon for Beethoven Passionate, but in the future? It could be the trigger. While the ideas were fresh in his mind Jensen prepared the next set of subliminal messages, and submerged them in a series of excerpts from Romeo and Juliet. 'Show more - you are very attractive - your physique is erotic - that pose is alluring - be desirable - show off'Jensen had imagined her submitting to him. What would that do to her entitled attitude? He chuckled. But this could work out to be better. Much, much better. Happy his plans were going forward, he went back to editing the images of the saddles. Had to get something to pay the bills. Mandy was surprised when Nick and Charlie, a fellow gardener, turned up two days later with a sun-dial. The fact it looked exactly like hers back at the manor, was even more astonishing! It was only when she took a closer look, she suddenly realized that it was hers!“Oh, I just suggested to Burns, that it would be cheaper just to move yours, rather buy a new one,” Nick said with a wink. Mandy knew what that wink inferred.“I hope I’m not being too forward, ma’am, but wearing your hair down does suit you,” Charlie commented as he helped Nick position the sun-dial’s column into place.”Thank you, Charlie,” was all that Mandy could say without given away the reason why.”But if anyone asks you, Miss Bellingham wore it up,” Nick said to his work-mate. Charlie simply nodded.“Nick, when you’re finished could you meet me at the back door for a moment?” Mandy asked, though in reality it was an order.“Yes, ma’am.” Mandy was relieved to be wearing a ‘traditional’ skirt, rather than a pencil one, otherwise Charlie might blurt out to Burns. Twenty minutes later Nick knocked on the back door. “Nick, I want you to keep this quiet. In five days I have arranged to have your photo taken as a way of saying thank you for your loyal friendship over the years. The reason for the secrecy is that it’s not one of the ‘in-house’ photographers, if you know what I mean?”“Oh, ma’am, I’m honored. Of course, I’ll never tell a soul.” Mandy gave him a piece of paper. “The address and appointment time is on there. I think it’s best to go there separately, for obvious reasons.”“Yes, ma’am. I fully understand. Furthermore, I’ll just tell Burns that I’ll be coming here for ground maintenance.”“Excellent! Furthermore, I think you best get going, otherwise Burns will be ringing you or me, to see if you’re on the way back.”“Good day, ma’am”“Good day.” The package of clothes for the next shoot with Bellingham arrived, and Jensen put it, unopened, on a shelf to await their next session. He was still wondering how to approach the session with her gardener. There didn't seem to be much point in over-thinking it at this time, it would have be a spur of the moment thing when he had a chance to watch the interaction between the two of them. His week was largely uneventful; apart from one client he simply did not trust. There was something afoot, but he could not tell what it was. Clearly she really wasn't interested in photographs of herself, although that was what she claimed. He had the impression she was seeking information about another of his clients. She asked for references, someone who had used his services to good effect. When he explained the confidentiality expectations of his clients precluded any such thing, she balked, and pressured, offering a substantial monetary incentive. But couched with a need for specific references. So he decided to play along a bit, to try to guess her game. He took her on a short tour of his studio, and showed her some photographs of commercial models, explaining what advertising promotions they had been used for. Fiddling with his camera on the pretense of showing her the professional quality of his equipment, he set the shutter to silent, and remote trigger. Later when she was walking back out of the dressing room, he took several shots of her, all surreptitiously. She gave her card - 'Agatha Jones, Landscape Designer', but he was certain that was bogus." Ms. Jones, if you want standard portraits I would be happy to accommodate you, but I can not provide any references for the 'confidential' service I offer. It is just that - confidential"Surely she must realize that if he gave her the name of a client, her name would not be safe. Perhaps that was all she was testing. Perhaps even on behalf of someone else, because really she did not seem at all interested in the possibilities of intimate photographs." Very well," she said, and pointedly returned her checkbook to her purse. Turned heel and left. Jensen returned to plotting the next session with Bellingham. Mandy pulled into Jensen’s car park, noticing that Nick hadn’t arrived. Had he chickened out, or had he been delayed leaving the Manor? Thankfully, her answer arrived just a minute later as the gardener parked beside her. Getting out, Mandy smoothed out the knee-length pencil skirt she had selected to wear. Why not? She still had another three weeks to wear it, and was determined to take advantage of the time offered her.“Wow! That is one awesome outfit, ma’am.” Mandy blushed slightly. ‘If only he knew what I’m going to wear for shoot’ she thought. Looking at Nick’s attire she was a little disappointed. “Er, you don’t intend to pose in your gardener’s work clothes do you?” Nick smiled. “I had to wear this as I told Burns I was off to maintain your garden. Couldn’t wear a suit for that! But I managed to sneak one into the van as I left.” With that he held up a garment bag. “See?” Now it was time for Mandy to smile. “I’ve got one of those!” she extracted a garment bag out of the trunk of her BMW. Though the bag was empty, it wouldn’t be when she left for home! “Come on, Nick, time to have our photo taken!” Nick being the gentleman he was opened the door to the studio for Mandy. “Thank you, Nick.” Jensen was waiting for them. Jensen quickly sized up her companion - dressed like a gardener, but holding a suit bag, fit, slender, young (late teens early 20s?) and quite possibly photogenic. Bellingham herself was reasonably photogenic, but so far she had always managed to exude a sense of entitlement. Entirely unwarranted of course, probably all she had ever done was managed to stay alive after being born. Her parents had likely done everything else she ever needed." Good day! I'm Jensen, please come in." Somewhat shyly the fellow grasped Jensen's extended hand and said "Nick" His hands were rough from manual labor, and his grip was firm. Two memory cards were snapped from their packages and presented for initialing. "Nick if you could initial this one please - all your photos will be on it, and they will be the only copies. Miss Bellingham, here is yours." He put her second just to raise her hackles a bit. Soon my dear he thought you will be astounded at what you have done. But not today, Not yet." Come in, come in to my studio. The lighting may seem dim, but it allows me to use muted flash to illuminate with, and you won't have to suffer blinding bursts of light." Of course the real reason was to set mood, and to keep pupils as wide open as possible." I see you have brought a change of clothes for the portraits Nick. Miss Bellingham your package has arrived. Now I have only one change room, so one of you will have to go first. Who shall it be?" He looked at Bellingham. Mandy knew that look. It was the same one her parents gave her as a hint that she ‘would’ do this or that. Even if she wanted Nick to go first, he would insist she must go first, owing to her rank.“Oh, very well, gentlemen, I’ll take the lead.” In the changing room, her eyes locked on the package. She was about to enter the world of ‘sexy’ clothing. Well to her, she was, though others would disagree; saying she's wearing the norm for this day and age. As Mandy took off the pencil skirt, for a brief moment she actually visualized men watching her. A quick shake of her head soon erased that. Now in just her underwear, she first put on the short-sleeved blouse. At first, it seemed to hug her frame, but quickly loosened. The matching skirt followed. The white pumps were put back on thus finishing off the attire. Mandy looked at her reflection in the dressing mirror. The blue paisley outfit was amazing. The fact the hem of the skirt was at her thighs didn’t cause any disdain. Her hair was down, as was the norm now. She could count the times it had been worn up on her fingers, and still had some to spare! With an air of pride she exited the changing room. While she was changing, Nick asked why he had to initial the memory card." Well, Nick, that ensures that you get the card with your photos on it. I keep no copies here. That way you know any distribution of those photos is entirely up to you. Many of my clients appreciate this insurance of the confidentiality of their photos." When she appeared, dressed in a short skirt and short-sleeved blouse, Jensen saw Nick's eyes widen. It was clear he not only had never seen her in such an outfit, but he had never entertained the thought that she might wear such an outfit. Nick obviously needed some time to recover." Nick, why don't you get changed now, and I will start photographing Miss Bellingham?" Quickly Jensen switched off the sound feed to the dressing room, and waited until Nick was inside before starting the music. Vivaldi concerto, who knew which one there were so many. What was important was the subliminal messages. 'Look sexy for him. Undo your blouse. Show off. Make him want you.' This time he had provided a plain but elegant wood chair, a simple stool about the height of a bar stool, and a garden bench." Miss Bellingham? Let's get started." Mandy decided to pose on the garden bench. A moment later she was perched primly in the middle of the bench, sitting upright, her legs pressed together, the skirt smoothed down. Her ears caught the music of Vivaldi. ‘At least Jensen has tastes,’ she thought as she leaned back. Mandy dropped one arm to her side, and lifted the other to her hair. She broke out into a smile as she crossed her legs at the ankles, left over right. Then as if she was following silent instructions, she raised the other arm to her hair and then ran her fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes. Then she uncrossed her legs and proceeded to cross them the other way. Then for some unknown reason, Mandy slid her right foot off the floor, then raised it little higher. Would that action slightly expose her white panties? Did she really care? Why the urge to undo the top two buttons of the blouse? Jensen saw the flash of her upper thigh, almost revealing what was under the skirt. Whatever was under her skirt was small, if their in fact was anything at all. The lighting was perfect, and he got several good shots. Then her hand went to the upper buttons of her blouse, and hesitated. Fortuitously the subliminal 'undo your blouse, make him want you' returned to the music. Her eyes took a far away look. At that moment Nick opened the dressing room door. Jensen glanced that way, saw Nick's eyes transfixed by what he saw, then he looked to Jensen. Jensen shook his head back and forth quickly more a twitch than a shake, but Nick caught the meaning fast and stood still to watch. Then he frowned, listening to the music. Of course 'undo your blouse, make him want you' made no sense to him, and he was confused. You could see he was trying to understand what was happening. Bellingham's fingers were on the top button of her blouse. Bumps from her nipples were plain to see. It was an amazingly seductive view of her. Was it Nick she was thinking of all this time?

The Art of Persuasion (Closed for JT & Pipper|rating:4.0

1500s RP, v3 [IC]

The IC for the 1500s RP, v3. Please register and be accepted before you post, and read the OP. That is all.IOC:viewtopic.php?f=31&t=246412 King Ferdinand, wanting some of the African gold, he sends forth three fourths of his army in Spain along with a young General named "Hernán Cortes" to subdue the Berbers and extract revenge from what they did 500 years ago. 75,000 men coming from the Pyrenees, some from Aragon, but most of them are from near Navarre to participate in this war and bring honor and glory to Spain! After the royal decree of the king to move his forces south a sailor from Genoa presented himself and told him that he could give him untold riches if he would give him the means to do so. After a few hours of debate, the king finally agreed and gave him the gold to get the sailor named "Alfonso Boniface" three galleons and 1500 men and rations for three months (1000 of them are mercenaries). The king knew that his decision has hurt the Spanish economy, but he trusted the sailor to bring gold back to Spain. "Have the Montenegrins succumbed to our demands yet?"" They have. They surrender as we speak. Hopefully, they will not revolt or anything, and be as great a part of our empire as the rest of our dominions.""Well-spoken. Well, that is all. Goodbye." The messenger walked off into the corridor, leaving the richly dressed bureaucrat leaning on the hallway wall, thinking about how to further his ambitions. Certainly, the success of this diplomatic mission would do much, but there was yet, much more. Paris, France King Louis XII had returned from his trip to Orleans, the seat of his former duchy. He had taken part in a hunt and a feast. Meanwhile, he had his vassals working hard to re-train some of the sword-armed infantry into new aqueous regiments. The King had also personally started a program to re-train the pike men to create a wall of spears that the arquebusiers could take shelter behind. Indeed, the introduction of this "gunpowder" was revolutionizing Europe. Louis had recently improved French customary laws, reducing corruption in the government. He then began to formulate a fiscal reformation program. Although Louis believed that he was the rightful inheritor to the throne of Milan and Naples, he decided to pay a visit to the new nation of Spain and inquire about the new lands to the west. Random Events:Some sort of plague is spreading in the Spanish American colonies, mainly the ones around the Caribbean. A minor earthquake is felt throughout India, causing little to no damage; a mere tremor. Much gold has been found in a shipwreck on a remote isle in the Baltic, and remains unclaimed. A storm sweeps much of Southeast Asia. The population has experienced excess growth in much of Siberia, possibly due to good grazing. Hernán Cortés, using tact and diplomacy convinces the other moors to step away and leave the Spanish be. When the people of Fez attacked his army of 75,000 he used this new regiment which he called "Trios" where the first ranks where pike men, then the second ranks would be swordsmen ready to pounce on entangled enemies, and lastly, the last two to three ranks would be made up of arquebusier. Cortes' new style of regiments started to shoot their new weapons against the moors of Fez. Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:Hernán Cortes, using tact and diplomacy convinces the other moors to step away and leave the Spanish be. When the people of Fez attacked his army of 75,000 he used this new regiment which he called "Trios" where the first ranks where pike men, then the second ranks would be swordsmen ready to pounce on entangled enemies, and lastly, the last two to three ranks would be made up of arquebusier. Cortes' new style of regiments worked wonders since the Fenian...(what?) got worried about the gunpowder weaponry and charged head on into the sea of pikes and got themselves massacred by the swordsmen as they tried to pry away the pikes that were stuck to their shields.IOC: I RP all NPCs Seoul, Jose on Dynasty The dynasty that now dominated the Korean peninsula was named the Jose on. It had been established by king Taejon in 1392 and had dominated the peninsula since then. Korea was of course a vassal of the mighty and glorious Ming of course, but they protected the Boston at least. Korea's other neighbor across the sea was the Japanese shogunate that had been in a civil war the last decades. There was no profit in invading the Japanese islands though. There was no place for expansion except for north. Something that could be made latter. Angkor Plan, Khmer Empire The empire now stretches all over present day Cambodia, now being influenced by Hinduism and Buddhism religion. Temples are now seen throughout the Khmer Empire and settlements are increasing more and more. It has be reestablished in 1489 AD, by Emperor Kianyyujka China, after the Thai invasion of our former capital of Angkor Wat. Since then Kianyyujka has made a new capital for the Khmer Empire, called Angkor Plan. The Khmer Empire now has an averaged size military of spacemen, and swordsmen. And Khmer Empire also trades with the Jose on Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty. Manila, Kingdom of TondoAfter recent acquisitions in northern Luzon. Lakan Malaria orders a conversion of the captured Pirate Enclaves into Rotas (Cities) However, he also orders a general stand down of all military and naval assets since they are unable to move due to the Stormy season. Plans to invade the state of the Confederation of Madras are put on hold. While only earlier, the Ming Emperor, through a tributary mission appointed him as High King over the Philippine islands and is thus tasked with turning the small states therein into tributaries for the Ming Empire. Furthermore, he had recently welcomed a ship load of Hindu Gurus from the west and set them to teach modern knowledge to his people. Also, he sent his daughter, Warrior-Princess Amaya to currently train with her army while 3 of his 5 sons At (Prince) Tiguan, At KOB and At Also are sent to the Sultanate of Brunei to reaffirm their alliance with their cousin, the Sultan, Bookish. Furthermore, Lankan Malaria instructs Lord Minister Pail ah to send ambassadors towards the Jose on Dynasty and the Khmer Empire, entreating them towards forming alliances. That's after the storm subsides. When Alfonso Boniface sailed a few days ago, he was expected to be near the Azores now and is expected to go south to find the source of the Moorish gold. But, unexpected winds off the coast of Africa left them off course and sent them towards the southern tip of Brazil. Meanwhile, the court of King Ferdinand is anxious to find what had happened to them, if they have found land or if they are stranded in the ocean. In Africa, Cortes's men have started to open fire onto the Moorish people of Fez, and he orders his pike men to crouch in front of the arquebusiers to protect them from cavalry charges, while he commanded the swordsmen to hind being the long pikes to protect the regiment from infantry. NPC as Fez The army of fezes meets the invasion. The camels and cavalry are sent in one great flanking maneuver round the side, while the infantry stands their ground as best they can. Archers attempt to fire on the Spanish lines. Meanwhile, militia are being gathered.(Khmer, the storm did sort of affect you) Some of Cortes's lieutenant saw what the moors where doing and informed him, Cortes answered them with "Bring the Swordsmen to that flank then, I am sure that they could not even go through them. We shall not waste our pike men there!" and at once the lieutenants ordered the swordsman to move once the arquebusiers were reloading. NPC FEZ Seeing as the swordsmen were leaving, the infantry moved forward. Arquebuses were rather inaccurate and not too powerful, so they hoped that their armor and shields could protect them from the worst of what hit. They moved forwards relentlessly, but slowly and protectively. Meanwhile, the cavalry continued in their flanking; they would try to take out the swordsmen or die. The archers continued to fire, and some wounded were withdrawn. As the storm begins to subside the 3 royal brothers set out from their Vistas to the Sultanate of Brunei. It will take a 2-week journey to reach the Sultanate, but their route allows them to pass through several Philippine states on the way. A good means to gather information while they are on a diplomatic mission. When they passed through the Barangays of Madrasas they instinctively new that it would fall to Condo's might consider how puny their Naval Forces was, although their warriors while on land are quite formidable. Cortes, seeing what the Moors were trying to do tried to switch the pike men and the swordsmen's places to make sure many of his men were left alive. "Quickly! Before their cavalry arrive! Switch your places if you want to live!" Cortes shouted, but his commands fell unto deaf ears. Cortes, now tries to formulate a plan on how to halt their advance, then he realized something "The closer they get, the higher the chance that they could get hit!" then he shouted to the arquebusiers "On my order, you will shoot!" The cavalry continued to charge. Surely, the combined might of their smashing into puny rushed Spanish swordsmen would overcome them? Meanwhile, seeing as the arquebusiers had ceased fire, the infantry moved faster a bit more recklessly, but still ready to get back into their old mode of moving at a moments notice. The archers moved forwards, firing at will to try to hit the pike men and arquebusiers. During this, various groups of militia skirmishers began to harass Spanish; they raided supply trains, ambushed isolated groups, made annoying gestures, etc. Their main goal was to show support, and although they did little, they would grow in number, showed that the land was hostile, and really, just wanted to do all they could for the Battle of Rabat (is that an ok name for you?). A lieutenant commanding the swordsmen named Bernardo Diaz, saw that the cavalry is still charging towards their location he tried to command them to be at least five men deep, but the stubborn swordsmen refused and stayed at their position. Diaz now angry grabbed his sword and throws it towards the Cavalry men, and obviously it falls short. After doing that he announced "If you do not want to form five men deep throw your swords! You will not need them in the afterlife!" And out once the swordsmen formed a five men deep rectangle, albeit very disorganized at doing so." They bit the bait" Cortes thought, "Wait for my go then open fire...is everybody reloaded? Good, OPEN FIRE AT THOSE BASTARDS!" the arquebusiers fired upon the moors once more. By now some of the pike men, thankful for their armor, are looking like pin cushions because of the arrows fired by the archers. Sultanate of Wallace, the Lucas Colony certain Sri Katina, a slave from the Rabbinate of Autumn, captured by pirates from the Sultanate of Lulu and sold to one of the Kingdoms of Condo's Trade Captain by the rank of Data was once again sold by his owner, in the port of Wallace as punishment for seducing his daughter out of marriage. He was staying in Wallace until he was bought by a mysterious European claiming that the world was round. It has been a year ever since he was seen in the East Indies. He's fluent in the Malay languages, Arabic, Sanskrit and Chinese. Fez NPC Once again, the infantry huddled up beneath their shields, trying to keep as little of their less armored parts as possible from the outside. This slowed them much, but not too much. The arquebusiers, being closer, hurt them a lot more and a lot more often, but they would take it. For the homeland. Meanwhile, the cavalry smashed into the block of swordsmen. The idea was that their shock would ripple the infantry, and possibly break them. If not, they would take the full brunt of the hit, and likely have many dice, and be pushed, jostled or even be injured. After that; well, the men would just have to fight, ADN being at a higher elevation, they had both advantages and disadvantages, including armor and vulnerability. As the Cavalry charged the "shield" wall of the swordsmen, only few of them really died, most of them are just shaken or fell down. The swordsmen, fighting for their lives and glory for Spain furiously fought back at the Moorish cavalry. Meanwhile, the arquebusiers halted firing once more waiting for the moors to come closer while the pike men brace for impact. The Storm has finally subsided and warrior princess Amaya with her band of 300 Caracas and 2000 men set sail towards the Confederation of Madras. A puny island state which her army can easily handle. The infantry hits the pike men. All along the line, it is a great big smash of metal and men upon metal and men, and soon, the sound of battle emerges. There is fierce fighting, and the pike men are at a disadvantage, being so close to an adversary, although they did have an advantage at the beginning when many hit the long pike heads. They are, however, less exhausted and have not been shot at with arquebuses. Now that the infantry has engaged, it will be near impossibly for archers or arquebusiers to fire without friendly fire, so the archers that had moved up try to fire up and over, to hit the arquebusiers. Meanwhile, the cavalry's charge and shock was not as great as expected but still did a fair bit, and now they engage in melee combat. Which side comes out of these two brawls victorious will decide the Battle of Rabat. The men from Aragon now nearing the battlefield hears the muffled chaos that has developed, they now have two choices: it's either they run to help and tire themselves or vide their time and arrive fresh. The Aragonite leader, stubbornly went for the latter since he knew that the might of Spain will crush the defenders. Meanwhile, the swordsmen armed with their "España Opera" is still savagely trying to fend off the cavalry they know that once the cavalry stops moving, it's a sitting duck. The pike men, however are having a hard time against the Moorish infantry and most of the men at the front have resorted to their bucklers and swords. Finally, the arquebusiers commanded by Cortes himself this time was ordered to shoot one volley at the archers, then shoot at the infantry, and finally open fire to the archers. Alfonso Boniface, with his men now worriedly sails the Pacific hoping to find land, shelter, food, even other people for they have sailed the seas for many days have now grown tired of looking at the open seas. Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:The men from Aragon now nearing the battlefield hears the chaos that has developed, they now have two choices: it's either they run to help and tire themselves or vide their time and arrive fresh. The Aragonite leader, stubbornly went for the latter since he knew that the might of Spain will crush the defenders. Meanwhile, the swordsmen armed with their "España Opera" is still savagely trying to fend off the cavalry they know that once the cavalry stops moving, it's a sitting duck. The pike men, however are having a hard time against the Moorish infantry and most of the men at the front have resorted to their bucklers and swords. Finally, the arquebusiers commanded by Cortes himself this time was ordered to shoot one volley at the archers, then shoot at the infantry, and finally open fire to the archers.IOC: What? I said they could arrive after the battle, or if you stall for lots and lots of time. Armenian wrote:Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:The men from Aragon now nearing the battlefield hears the chaos that has developed, they now have two choices: it's either they run to help and tire themselves or vide their time and arrive fresh. The Aragonite leader, stubbornly went for the latter since he knew that the might of Spain will crush the defenders. Meanwhile, the swordsmen armed with their "España Opera" is still savagely trying to fend off the cavalry they know that once the cavalry stops moving, it's a sitting duck. The pike men, however are having a hard time against the Moorish infantry and most of the men at the front have resorted to their bucklers and swords. Finally, the arquebusiers commanded by Cortes himself this time was ordered to shoot one volley at the archers, then shoot at the infantry, and finally open fire to the archers.IOC: What? I said they could arrive after the battle, or if you stall for lots and lots of time.(They hear the chaos, it is muffled (new edit) so it is very far) IOC; Thank youth cavalry, being mixed with camels which are mainly good against horses, does not do well. The horses are not great alongside camels, and camels are usually for anti-cavalry anyway, not to mention being bad at charging. The cavalry looks to be wavering, so the general pitches in personally with his bodyguard and advisors and such. The archers and the arquebusiers now trade projectile hits from afar, the archers having a slight advantage being able to choose their trajectory while the arquebusiers must shoot a sort of straight path, meaning it is easier for the archers to aim, not to mention, gunpowder is not that reliable. However, despite the arquebusiers being on the worst end of this, this is minor compared to the other conflicts. The infantry and pike men are now fiercely engaged, and only luck will tell which comes out the victor. There is nothing to do but watch as the men fight for their lives. The armor of the swordsmen are what is saving them at this moment for the moors were barely going through it, just denting it, although some of the soldiers are now experiencing pain due to the dents, it is still better than death. They noticed that the general has gone into the chaos himself so (THE GUY WHO IS COMMANDING THEM WHICH I FORGOT) shouted "The one who can bring me the general's head will receive a bounty of gold!" the men cheered and forced themselves to swing their swords once more to get the bounty. The main line where the arquebusiers and pike men are in a more hectic situation as the pike men are getting too close to the enemy infantry so they are rather ineffective against them while the arquebusiers are having a hard time of aiming at the archers at behind. Just as the engagement on that flank was on it's ending point Cortes noticed that the archers focused the volley on him, in response he grabbed the arquebusier next to him and used him as a meat shield and after that he grabbed his gun and tried to shoot the archers. Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:The armor of the swordsmen are what is saving them at this moment for the moors were barely going through it, just denting it, although some of the soldiers are now experiencing pain due to the dents, it is still better than death. They noticed that the general has gone into the chaos himself so (THE GUY WHO IS COMMANDING THEM WHICH I FORGOT) shouted "The one who can bring me the general's head will receive a bounty of gold!" the men cheered and forced themselves to swing their swords once more to get the bounty. The main line where the arquebusiers and pike men are in a more hectic situation as the pike men are getting too close to the enemy infantry so they are rather ineffective against them while the arquebusiers are having a hard time of aiming at the archers at behind. Just as the engagement on that flank was on it's ending point Cortes noticed that the archers focused the volley on him, in response he grabbed the arquebusier next to him and used him as a meat shield and after that he grabbed his gun and tried to shoot the archers.IOC: Cortes is such a nice guys the following ok with you?IC: Following inconclusive fighting, both sides withdrew. All had taken heavy casualties, but the archers and arquebusiers least so, being only victims of indirect fire. The Battle of Rabat is a draw, but as the people of Fez gather more troops and the Aragonite arrive, it remains a mystery what will come of the war, except that it will be hard fought like the battle. Warrior Princess Amaya has finally caught sight of the Harbor City-Capital of the Confederation of Madrasas. Iron-Irong. The ships begin to creep into the harbor city in the middle of the night, 2:00 A.M. As they ready their cannons and their warriors for a surprise attack. Warrior Princess Amaya begins to think that an addition of another 500,00 souls, once Madrasas is conquered, will benefit the Kingdom and increase its population from 850,000 to 1 Million 350 Thousand. Plus, give access to better trade routes as well as allow them to tap their cloth weaving, iron making and wood carving industries which they can use to expand commerce and forge more of the Kali and the Lanka. Warrior Princess Amaya gestures to the crews the signal to proceed further. By tomorrow, once we capture their dates (lords) and force them to join the Kingdom, we shall be one step closer to being the rulers of Santana. Warrior-Princess Amaya whistles loudly, and the cannons suddenly burst at the ships in the harbor. Simultaneously, the Kali's walkers disembark at the shore while arrows men floating inside the remaining ships fire at the sentries. Immediately following the Kali's walkers, the Lanka carriers prepare their positions. As a local fisherman, stumbling home from a late-night drink, looks to the sea, he sees not the outline of only his boat, nor only the city's boats, but too many to be true. He runs off to alarm the people, and soon, militias are gathering by the waterfront, fires are lit for light and the army is getting ready. In the middle of the night, war has blossomed. Warrior-Princess Amaya laughs at the unpreparedness of their people. She instructs her arrows men near the boats to alight their arrows and set their ships on fire while the other half, to volley at the sleepy sentries to secure the approach of the Kali's Swordsmen. The Lanka gunners are at their back providing support for any rush from the enemy side. Once her men secure the harbor, she herself will rape the city. Burgundy. The grandest duchy of them all, surely? It ruled lands in Lorraine, as well as a sizable part of the Lowlands. But it would not be enough. Duke Philippe the Bold frowned. I must connect my lands. But to do that, I need more power. The lowlands must be under my sway! And so, he declared war on the duchy of Genre, lands on which he had (IOC: EU3 speaking) rightful claims, as well as sending the duchy of Brabant and bishopric of Utrecht harsh demands for military access, to which he knew they could not oblige. It was time for Burgundy to conquer!IOC: And... It's a warmongering post After weeks in the seas, Alfonso Boniface finally found land "Tier! Tier! Tier!" shouted the guy stationing the crow's nest. They arrived in a place where kamehamehameha (I think I got too many hames) is king. They do not know what is on the island, but they tried to go to shore and make shelter and get food. NPC in Philippines The people rushed about in panic, but soon, a small task force had gathered their wits and was evacuating the seaside area. Soldiers, half prepared, were pouring in, and some ships had managed to get equipped as well, but overall, everything was in a state of chaos, and panic was everywhere. However, the leaders were gathering their wits too, and so soon, organized resistance would be in place. For now, the world was fire and blood for most.NPC in Hegel, Brabant and Utrecht, unsurprisingly, saw Burgundy's plans to conquer them all. To resist, they gathered their armies, and prepared for a defensive war, where the Burgundians would be forced to advance deep into enemy territory, and be split into three in order to do anything. Their other plan was an immediate strike, but they weren't sure if it would work. And so, their soldiers assembled for war. @HawaiiSri Katina, the Malay slave peered out from the shelter the crew has built and observed that the natives of this place have his same skin color and accent. So, he intercepted one lad sleeping by the bay and attempted to communicate with him. Some words he can understand, some he cannot, but he managed to extract the name of their island state, Davie-iki. Although both he and the lad speak an Austronesian language, Sri Katina was simply too Malay and he, too Polynesian. His established rapport with one of them however, made the populace secure in the knowledge that they were not some bunch of marauders. Hoola dancers suddenly appear out of nowhere and then enjoined the tired crew to enter the King's House. There they are tethered to a feast of pork and assorted seafood set in plates of yams. One of the courtesans suddenly eyes Alfonso and caresses his thigh (something normal to them because not doing such things to guests is considered insulting) and as if on cue the bare-breasted ladies of her retinue also stood up and caresses his crews' thighs. To make the occasion more perfect, men in grass skirts enter the house and serve them fresh coconut wine(IOC: Is this too much Allen? @The Philippines The moment the harbor patrols began gathering into groups, the Kali's walkers withdrew as organized units... Then, the Lanka gunners at their backs fired their Cannons at the concentrations of men. Their torn flesh exploded everywhere the second the cannon fire landed on them. While at the Karaokes near the burning ships, Warrior-Princess Amaya instructs them to board the few ships anchored but not burned, in the harbor, this so that they can use their cannons to attack the city further. Although by this time, resistance has finally showed itself as there were several skirmishes on the ships they tried to board. IOC: Sorry, Brabant is mine already, small mistake. The league, consisting of Zutphen, Genre and Utrecht would be trying to get the Frisians into the fold as well, Philippe thought.IOC: Added to put things into perspective Philippe decided that his army would not be split up. The rich lands of Holland could be used for a strike into Utrecht, and if the city fell, the bishop of Utrecht would lose legitimacy. After that, Burgundy would mop up In Genre, then split up the troops and take both Zutphen and mop up in upper-Utrecht. No tactical master plan, but... Philippe had the men.IOC: So... I'll make a story out of this, but it'll take some time to think up a good starting plot... RANDOM EVENTS The Nile has endured a surprise flood, due to heavy rains in Ethiopia. Farming is going better than usual in the Guinea area of Africa. Australia's temperatures are hotter than usual, spilling over into other areas. A meteorite has hit Alaska, after being seen by much of the Pacific.IOC: You sure you want to invade them all simultaneously? While the rest of the crew dined and danced inside Rate Kamehameha's house, Sri Katina looked up the night sky and saw the meteorite burn through the firmament. And he knew that the people of Hawaii will treat this event with great superstition having occurred simultaneously with the visit of these Europeans on their shore. Depending on the shape of it's tail, the interpretation can either be negative or positive. The last time this thing ever occurred was during the birth of their King Kamehameha, where the falling star portrayed the great power of their King, the first to unite Hawaii. And during this very night, Alphonse Boniface and the Hawaiian Princess; Kah Walla (which he confused as a courtesan), might have just conceived of the next great leader as they made love on the sea-shore a-midst the clear firmament reflected on Alphonse's armor and Kah Walla's pearls. Their love-making, accentuated by drum beats in the distance. His and her rhythms coincide with the lapping of the waves, the tension and intimacy, building itself up when he finally pours himself into her, the moment the meteorite burned in a glorious explosion of fire just above their intertwined bodies. Jose on Dynasty, Seoul. The start of a large project had started. The construction of a Large fortress close to Seoul was starting. It was going to be large and powerful. Not as powerful as the forbidden palace in Beijing of course but still powerful enough to withstand sieges and attacks while also giving out a sense of power the dynasty had. The diplomat arrives to Seoul diplomat from one of the small island kingdoms in the Philippine islands had arrived. That kingdom was nowhere the strength of the Ming or even the Jose on. He was welcomed anyway as the Jose on didn't want to be rude. So he was soon welcome to talk to king Yi Young. [this shall be divided into several posts]After their love-making under the celestial fireworks was done; Alphonse and Kah Walla got dressed. As they walked on the shore, they can only look at each other in loving silence. To them, to speak words of affection are to wield swords of betrayal as they shudder to think of that dangerous love painted in the clear skies. A love of heavenly magnificence but hellish consequence. And with another kiss and another stare, the princess knows what she should dare. With a bitter-sweet break, Kah Walla ran away from Alphonse so she could run closer to his heart. She ran to the King's house to find Sri Katina, the only one who can translate and be able to speak the unspeakable longings of a silent scream. [...continued]"What? My daughter disguised herself as a courtesan and fornicated with the alien which we don't even know came from?" King Kamehameha shouted at the informant as he fingers his sword." For God's sake, my daughter is going to be married to prince Tinamunkamun and she runs away! My daughter! I love you so much! But you have shamed the family!" King Kamehameha shouted to the informant that Tinamunkamun must defend his honor and that they must kill these ingrate foreigners for their crimes. Meanwhile, at another cove, Shipmaster Bernardo Capsule, a close and intimate childhood friend of Alphonse, also held in his arms another princess, Liliuokalani; who happens to be the bridegroom's sister... Paris, France Louis' journey to Spain was cut short. The Hapsburg filth in Burgundy had invaded other Low Country states. This threatened to have the Holy Roman Empire encroach further into rightfully French lands. Louis knew that Burgundian submission to his demands would likely not come, and so readied two armies, the Army of Toulouse, led by Louis, the Count of Montpellier, and the Army of Guise, led by Louis, the Duke of Memoirs. The Army of Toulouse would keep the Spaniards' eyes blinking, while the Army of Guise would act accordingly if the Burgundians did not stop.TO: Philip of BurgundyFROM: His Majesty King Louis XII, King of France Dear sir, The Kingdom of France demands that you stop your current action in the Low Countries, for this may cause regional instability for years to come. Refusal to do so may result in most unfortunate consequences. Philippe saw the letter, sighed, and wrote one back:To the king of France You threaten us while we take lands rightfully ours. You attack a vassal of the Holy Roman Emperor, so the Holy Roman Empire will attack you. Spain will not let this pass. You can't win. Our attack continues. Duke Philippe the Bold. The leftover Burgundian army of 10000 men pulled back into Burgundian lands, waiting for the reinforcements the emperor would soon send. If the French were to attack, Burgundy would bleed them dry besieging castles. TO: Philippe of BurgundyFROM: His Majesty King Louis XII, King of France Very well. You give us no choice. Your attack will end one way or another. With that, the Army of Toulouse, already assembled, was sent orders to march towards the Pyrenees and begin the construction of several outposts blocking the paths of the main ways through the mountains.40,100 in total10,000 Dismounted Men-at-arms20,000 Arquebusiers80 Serpentine Cannons6,680 pikemen3,000 Lancers100 Officers and Logistical support. The Army of Guise was still gathering, a fortunate ordeal because the Duke of Memoirs fell ill and had not yet fully recovered. However, at final count, there would be over 50,000 men in the Army. Total 50,00013,000 Pikemen20,000 Arquebusier8,000 Mounted Men-at-Arms100 Serpentine Cannons3,000 Dismounted Men-at-Arms5,400 Lancers200 Officers/Logistical Support. Additionally, the King commissioned for an army led by Charles, the Baron of Lyon. It would consist of 20,000 men and would defend the French mainland from the other piece of Burgundy. However, Louis was not sure what it would be consisted of. When Kah Walla finally encountered Sri Katina, Sri Katina was surprised the can talk to him straight, and he asks her how. She explains that it because the royal family preserves the languages of their ancestors that came from the west, while the common people have diverged from this. At exactly that moment, the Princess' handmaiden (disguised as another courtesan) ran towards her and informed her of how her father mobilized the warriors to search for her and that her groom is searching the island trying to kill her lover. When Alphonse finally caught up to her after he chased her. Sri Katina interpreted to him the dangerous situation where they are all in, and so they set off to unite the crews before the warriors try to murder them while they slept. As it appears that the French will help to defend them, the various lands being attacked by Burgundy continue their war preparations, and now, their armies are being merged into a single army; an army of nearly 12,500 of which about 6,250 are professionals. Mercenaries, conscripts and everything they can find have been pulled into it. This army will be under the command of a general called Bertrand Hofstadter. Its goal; strike into Burgundy before the Burgundians can attack. For now, soldiers rush to their assembly points, weapons are handed out hurriedly, and the countries prepare for a war of survival. They quickly gather the crews as they escaped towards their ships. All were accounted except for Bernardo Capsule. Alphonse can only shake his head over the possibility of what the Hawaiians might do his cherished childhood friend. While at the house of Kamehameha, Bernardo Capsule is blindfolded and tied naked to a pole suspended from the ground making him look like a piece of meat tied to a barbecue stick. This, while the warriors carry him towards the shore as a hostage in exchange for the princess. King Ferdinand, not wanting to be outdone by the Byzantines that have fallen just recently so he started to build his own library in Madrid to collect the books of the Greeks, Romans, and even those of the Celts to have a broad sense of what had happened before they, the Spanish, came to the lands. He also wanted Barcelona to be the trading capital of the world, as a result he sent artisans, engineers, architects, and sculptors to beautify the city and to build a magnificent port that will rival that of Carthage's at its era. King Ferdinand, sensing that war is brewing, and wanting to help his cousin, King Philippe, he commands his generals to muster a new army to try and help his cousin and distract the French. He wanted to bring what the natives of the area are good with like ; the halberds of Granada and Andalusia, the swordsmen of Leon, the horsemen of Asturias, arquebusiers of the Catalonia, ferocity of the Sicilians, and the crossbowmen of Milan. Lastly, he wanted to make a grand navy to transport the men so that they won't have to cross the mountain range, but he knew that it would take time, time that they lack as of now. He pondered about that for a bit, then he realised that he could hire either the Venetians or the Ottomans to carry his troops to Provence or Toulouse so he sent an Envoy to each of the nations to see which gives a better offer. The army in Fez is much better organized than last time. The best general in the land leads IIT, giving both strategic and morale boost, and he leads a larger army. It is:2,000 mixed cavalry2,000 mixed camels2,000 mixed mounted archers2,500 pole-arm infantry2,500 blade infantry2,500 mixed infantry5,000 archers1,000 crossbowman1,000 mixed guns infantry1,000 mixed siege engineers This totals up to 21,500 troops, not including non-combatants or any militia who will be used as skirmishers picked up along they way. They are advancing towards Tangiers, the general on an imported elephant for posterity. General Hernán Cortes, called by his troops as the greatest general in Spain for pulling off the battle alive with the communications of the army screwed up, and knowing when to retreat was now leading a coalition force of Aragonite and Toledo an (Tolerant?) troops of 75,000 men in strength. He took a census of his army (that's a thing!) and he told the recorder to record this data:20,000 Halberdiers2,500 Arquebusiers2,500 Pa vise crossbowmen5,000 Lines (skirmisher cavalry)10,000 pikemen30,000 Swordsmen1,000 Conquistadors4,000 siege engineers (in case of siege) Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:General Hernán Cortes, called by his troops as the greatest general in Spain for pulling off the battle alive with the communications of the army screwed up, and knowing when to retreat was now leading a coalition force of Aragonite and Toledo an (Tolerant?) troops of 75,000 men in strength. He took a census of his army (that's a thing!) and he told the recorder to record this data:20,000 Halberdiers2,500 Arquebusiers2,500 Pa vise crossbowmen5,000 Lines (skirmisher cavalry)10,000 pikemen30,000 Swordsmen1,000 Conquistadors4,000 siege engineers (in case of siege)IOC; Recorder is musical instrument And now Fez will get steamrolled.IC: The men decided, instead, to fortify Rabat. It was a major city and the main link between Spain's Casablanca and Tangiers. Hopefully, they would stand a better chance in the city than out. Meanwhile, infiltrators were sent to Spanish African territories, and more militia gathered. Armenian wrote:As it appears that the French will help to defend them, the various lands being attacked by Burgundy continue their war preparations, and now, their armies are being merged into a single army; an army of nearly 50,000 of which about 25,000 are professionals. This army will be under the command of a general called Bertrand Hofstadter. Its goal; strike into Burgundy before the Burgundians can attack. For now, soldiers rush to their assembly points, weapons are handed out hurriedly, and the countries prepare for a war of survival.IOC: Dude. These states could hardly muster 2000 men on their own. 50000 is more than my own military! They should have 6000 or 8000 Unrealistic Regions wrote:Armenian wrote:As it appears that the French will help to defend them, the various lands being attacked by Burgundy continue their war preparations, and now, their armies are being merged into a single army; an army of nearly 50,000 of which about 25,000 are professionals. This army will be under the command of a general called Bertrand Hofstadter. Its goal; strike into Burgundy before the Burgundians can attack. For now, soldiers rush to their assembly points, weapons are handed out hurriedly, and the countries prepare for a war of survival.IOC: Dude. These states could hardly muster 2000 men on their own. 50000 is more than my own military! They should have 6000 or 8000 (Really? Ok then. Will edit) Armenian wrote:Unrealistic Regions wrote:IOC: Dude. These states could hardly muster 2000 men on their own. 50000 is more than my own military! They should have 6000 or 8000 (Really? Ok then. Will edit)My map showing Burgundy vs League isn't completely right as Burgundy had more land than just that map. (In France and such.) It's still a lot of troops, but M'Kay. IOC: I would still need at least 25k of that army to wheel upwards to bitch slap France.IC:As the ones from Madrid go tired, they were sent back to the territories of Spain in Africa to help defend it, some 10,000 swordsmen were pulled out and went to Spanish Africa. Cortes, knowing that theFezersFeziansPeople of Fez's army was hiding in Rabat he immediately set his sights for that. The four thousand siege engineers manning about eight cannons tried their best to keep up with the army. The 30000 strong Burgundian army crossed over into Utrecht and started besieging the city, but only for five days, in order to make the tools needed for the assault, such as battering rams, while the enemy was still mustering and had to regroup. The problem with allied armies, was, of course, buried enmity, envy, problems with leadership positions etc. Philippe expected to be in Utrecht before the enemy had been properly mustered. Maybe... Maybe I've trapped the Utrecht portion of the army inside? With the very existence of their homeland's independence under grave danger and Bertrand Hofstadter appearing to be equally favoring all the armies and a good manager of men, the army decides to fall upon the Burgundians while they are in a position for siege, and not for battle. The cavalry is sent in to seize the moment and surprise the enemy and throw them into disarray, burning tents, supplies, siege engines and slashing at whoever is there, since there are no formations to stop them. Behind, the infantry marches quickly so that they can get there after the cavalry has lost surprise and shock but done its job of throwing the enemy into chaos. Meanwhile, others prepare to enter the city and prepare a militia, as well as prop up better defenses, get more supplies, etc. Armenian wrote:With the very existence of their homeland's independence under grave danger and Bertrand Hofstadter appearing to be equally favoring all the armies and a good manager of men, the army decides to fall upon the Burgundians while they are in a position for siege, and not for battle. The cavalry is sent in to seize the moment and surprise the enemy and throw them into disarray, burning tents, supplies, siege engines and slashing at whoever is there, since there are no formations to stop them. Behind, the infantry marches quickly so that they can get there after the cavalry has lost surprise and shock but done its job of throwing the enemy into chaos. Meanwhile, others prepare to enter the city and prepare a militia, as well as prop up better defenses, get more supplies, etc.IOC: You can't expect me not to hear about an army marching for me... Hearing that the enemy army is marching for him, and is very close, Burgundian troops are on high alert. When the enemy cavalry attacked, the death toll was high, but not unexpected. Under Philippe's command, the troops reform, but some 500 men have died in the initial clash. However, now that there are some formations, Philippe is confident he can smash the smaller army. IOC: Only 500? We have several thousand cavalry, you realise, and what happened was that the army was coming towards you, and the CAV charged ahead.IC:The infantry surges forward. As the cavalry begins to wheel away from the camps and their men are gathering, hopefully, the infantry will do serious damage. The solid blocks of men now push forward to try and clash with the newly formed formations of the Burgundians, while the cavalry regroups away from the battle. The non-combatants not needed on the battlefield are sneaking round the side to enter the city, since the Burgundians are pulling troops from their ring around the city to fight. [...continued]Eventually. Alphonse can only scream in horror as his friend Bernardo had his heart gauged out and eaten by the Hawaiians. Then he woke up from his dream. It turns out that after long discussions between the two sides... Princess Liliuokalani the groom's sister, pleaded that they be spared and given safe passage out of Hawaii, or she will commit suicide. The groom unable to part with his sister decided to let them escape while he allowed her and Bernardo to get married since he also loved his sister, and thus he became a captive husband on the island of Hawaii. A fitting exchange to the elopement of princess Kah Walla. After the affair, on the deck of the ship, the ship's chaplain had baptized princess Kah Walla into Catholicism, and she took up the Christian name Catalina, after Santa Catarina de Alexandria. The following day, they set off from Hawaii while a wedding was held between Alphonse and Kah Walla in the flagship. The King was also at the wedding as he gave them parting gifts of salted meats and coconuts to restock their stores. The princess and all their crews however are forever banished from entering Hawaii again. The End. General Cortes, finally arriving in Rabat immediately orders the eight guns to pepper the city while most of the army camped outside waiting for what the enemy is going to do. The arquebusiers and pa vise crossbowmen peppered the city hoping to randomly hit an enemy in it. Meanwhile, the library in Barcelona was now starting to be built, all the artisans, architects, engineers, and sculptors in the land went there to help in building the "Grand Library of Barcelona" and leave their mark in history. This project, was siphoning Spain of it's ciphers since marble, silver, copper, even glass was imported to build such a grand structure. Ferdinand hoped that this will make a mark in history and his sacrifices will not be in vain. The Governor of Cuba, Armando Lopez, wanted to make his sphere of influence larger so he sent his brother a conquistador named, Bartholomew Lopez to scout the lands near him and try to conquer them in his name the name of Spain. In Rabat, what artillery and siege weaponry they have, along with quite a few archers, are set up on the walls, and attempt to hit the Spanish. Since they are at a lower elevation, the Spanish will have to fire with more power. Hopefully, this will keep them at bay while other preparations are made, such as emergency tactics, escape routes, traps, militias, etc. Warrior-Princess Amaya finally finished the rape of the city. She also has, on her ship, the captive Data of Iron-Irong, Data Padding whom she intends to bring to Saluting as a war-captive. She also instructs her officers to remain and to manipulate the hostage son of the data, Toto Billing, to rule over the people in the kingdom's name. Her ships then set sail to go back home. Their mission, accomplished and the kingdom is now expanded. Out of the 300 Caracas that sailed, 50 were sunk. Out of the 1000 Kali-swordsmen, 400 were killed. The 1000 Arrows men are unscathed. And the Lanka gunners minus 5 deaths totaled to 195 survivors. On the ship, Sri Katina teaches Catalina how to speak Spanish so that she herself could communicate with the men. And her long days aboard the ship are dedicated to language lessons as well as Catholic catechesis while her nights are filled with passion as she constantly consulates the marriage act together with her husband. @KoreaThe Kingdom of Condo's diplomat politely introduces himself and offers to them a treaty of alliance as well as a treaty to open trade between the two nations. He also presents to them a gold tablet inscribed with Sanskrit texts, written by an Indian Guru living in the Kingdom of Condo. It is to be given to the Buddhists to be venerated since it is taking a passage from one of Buddha's Surreys. The Islands of Melanoma wrote:@KoreaThe Kingdom of Condo's diplomat politely introduces himself and offers to them a treaty of alliance as well as a treaty to open trade between the two nations. Yi Young understands that until this kingdom has conquered the entirety of the Philippine islands they won't be able to help Korea militarily. They do have many exotic trade items that could give the Jose on rich. So after listening all the diplomat had said Yi Young said. " Very well Korea and Condo will trade and ally. We hope this will turn into a great relationship. RANDOM EVENTS:Polar bears attack parts of Iceland due to odd weather in the Arctic. A storm blows up in central-Western Europe. Fishing goes extra well in the Indian Ocean's north-eastern parts and cadet branches. A volcano blows in Hawaii majorly, being heard around the world. Merchants are doing extra well in the Middle East. To respond to the illegitimate Burgundian Duke's invasion, King Louis privately paid for 8,000 mercenaries to travel by ship to the invaded countries. Louis knew that these Burgundians could not be allowed to expand. (Storm! Boohoo?) With the heavy weather coming on, the army has decided to stop and camp. Utrecht's defense will have to wait until the initial squall is over; under these conditions, nothing is really possible on a large scale. Skirmishers, spies, saboteurs and other special people whose names begin with S are sent in though. Bartholomew Lopez, arriving in Mayan lands with 5,000 conquistadors armed with halberds and their swords wanting to conquer everything and convert them to Christianity. As they arrive in the Mayan villages they had a bit of a language barrier and one of them thought they were insulting him SP he fired a shot at him. Alfonse, hearing the eruption from Hawaii, he remembered his friend and he thought "he escaped, I know he did. We will meet in India. I know we will." He continued his journey west TP discover new lands and convert them for Spain. With their stocks replenished and the morale back up, they go full speed towards the Philippines. Kharkov wrote:To respond to the illegitimate Burgundian Duke's invasion, King Louis privately paid for 8,000 mercenaries to travel by ship to the invaded countries. Louis knew that these Burgundians could not be allowed to expand.IOC: Good one. Not feeling like posting, tho... Bartholomew Lopez and his 5000 men strong conquistadors stay holed up in a village. To prevent any encounters with the Mayans, they have built a small palisade around the village and many sharpshooters positioned at top to prevent any invaders. Ferdinand's grand army has almost amassed in Barcelona; the halberds of Granada and Andalusia, the swordsmen of Leon, the horsemen of Asturias, and arquebusiers of the Catalonia have arrived. They were only waiting for the Milanese and Sicilians to come and try to cross the Pyrenees or bide their time and Ferdinand to waste a few pieces of silver to let him build a navy to carry them to Toulouse or Provence where they will attack the French from behind. Warrior-Princess Amaya now sails back towards the Kingdom of Condo while she holds in her ship the captured Data; Padding. While at the Korean Court, the emissary clarified to them that Condo will join their military alliance and then assure them that civilian trade ships from Condo shall henceforth trade their pure gold, spices, pearls, Celadon (Saluting) tea canisters and trade corral in exchange for what Korea is to offer... With Bernardo and his conquistadors holed up in Maya, they went out of their walls to attack one actual Mayan city. After arriving to said city he called forth the cannons to barrage it and wait for them to either surrender or run out of cannonballs. Heneral Cortes, running out of cannonballs and breaching the city, commands all 30,000 of his swordsmen to surge in and try to conquer Rabat to finally close the war. Bernardo Lopez, after weeks of sailing he again found land. One of his crewmen suddenly shouted "Tier!" after hearing it, he thought of his friend and if he will be their. (30,000 infantry vs about 20,000 defenders? When most attackers need at least 10 to 1 ratio? Recon or die.) Armenian wrote:(30,000 infantry vs about 20,000 defenders? When most attackers need at least 10 to 1 ratio? Recon or die.)((I scoff at your omniscience! Does Cortez know that there are 20,000 men there? Nope, he only knows is that he is surging in with 30,000 men))The 30,000 swordsmen backed by the covering fire of the Crossbowmen and arquebusiers, continues forward to end the war and return back home to their families. Little do they know is that it will be another long-drawn-out battle like the one before. IOC: Ok, I assume they are attacking with ladders IC: The men on the walls open fire at the approaching Spanish. Massive fire is being rained on them, the walls crammed with archers, both militia and professionals, and operators of bows from recurves to crossbows to analysts to god-knows-what. Also, other things, such as ballista, mangoes and such are being deployed to do their best at shooting. Cortes seeing the chaos that has developed shouted "RETREAT! RETREAT!" and at once the swordsmen retreated at the first valley and left all 3,500 dead, injured, and dying behind their mad dash for escape. Few of the 3,500 were actually helped by the horsemen and retreated swiftly so that they may not be struck by arrows. Cortes then thought of a plan, why not attack with a siege tower instead of ladders? I could negate their arrow advantage when they are climbing the ladder due to it releasing the men all at once at top. IOC: We have some primitive cannons too... are you sure about a siege tower?IC:RAND UMB EVENTS medium flood washes over the coast of East Asia from Sakhalin to Banking. Animals grow faster and better in the Andes. A peasant's revolt begins in Egypt. Trade does extra-well in Iran. Hottest days on record in the Atlantic islands. Duke George of Brandenburg-Ansbach was raising an army. He started conscription, hoping to gain 70,000-90,000 men. He was to go on campaign against Pomerania, in order to get access to the Baltic for trading purposes. More and more cannons and cannonballs were brought to Rabat, by more the supplier meant two cannons and 500 cannonballs. Cortes prepares the cannons to destroy the wall and destroy their advantage once and for all. Bernardo continues to push out unto the Mayan territory, looking for a fight. Who knows a fight he may get. Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:More and more cannons and cannonballs were brought to Rabat, by more the supplier meant two cannons and 500 cannonballs. Cortes prepares the cannons to destroy the wall and destroy their advantage once and for all. Bernardo continues to push out unto the Mayan territory, looking for a fight. Who knows a fight he may get. Within the city, many preparations are made. Food stockpiled and rationed, the water supply secured, curfew enforced, soldiers patrolling everywhere, various things from kitchen knives to brooms requisitioned, the walls fortified, militias organized and much more. However, other than this, not much can be done. Outside the walls though, skirmishers are gathering and harassing the Spanish camp.(this reminds me of EU3; I was Castile, and I invaded Morocco) Cortes, irritated with the Moors surviving his siege for months brought in more cannons, rams, ladders, and even siege towers being pushed in by the siege crew. At dawn the area was filled with the deafening noises of the cannons blaring and spewing forth their cannonballs towards the walls which finally stopped when Cortes ordered everything forward, the rams, ladders, and siege towers. All 70,000 men present was expected to participate in the siege, with that in mind Cortes knew that this fight will be bloody and will be hard fought. (This may be dead...) Armenian wrote:(This may be dead...)(NONSENSE! FETCH ME THE EXECUTIONER! WE WILL KILL THE BASTARDS WHO KILLED THIS!) Emilio Aguinaldo wrote:Armenian wrote:(This may be dead...)(NONSENSE! FETCH ME THE EXECUTIONER! WE WILL KILL THE BASTARDS WHO KILLED THIS!)[no comment]

1500s RP, v3 [IC]|rating:2.0

To Capture A Kryptonian (Chloe Milev & Dark Clown)

Brainier moved into Earth's atmosphere, his consciousness utterly controlling the space shuttle Freedom IV. He had encountered the derelict space shuttle that had been abandoned after being attacked by a group of invaders from the planet War world. Superman had stopped them, however, the kryptonite not only foiling the invasion but also saving the human crew of the shuttle. Since then, it had been little more than floating space junk, until the small capsule that carried Brainier's consciousness had come into contact with the shuttle. It had been easily assimilated...human technology was so simple to corrupt and control, after all. His last defeat by the kryptonite had been humiliating, but ultimately, informative, as well. Kassel had bled in the conflict with the entity known as Brainier, and in that blood had been the DNA needed to fully understand the unique physiology of such a powerful foe. While the sample had not been enough to effectively clone the Man of Steel, it was enough to understand the effects of Earth's sun on the Man of Steel. It powered his abilities greatly, and without it, he would be helpless. However, darkening such a large mass of energy was a difficult task, and beyond his current abilities. However, he did have an alternate plan. There were other Kryptonite beings on the blue marble that was Earth. While they were not as powerful as Kassel, they were formidable, and with the correct genetic manipulation, they would be a worthy foe. Perhaps if he could harness their power and properly manipulate their genetic structure, he could clone an army of kryptonite modified to be loyal to him, and him alone. The being that controlled the Freedom IV shuttle grinned, and just for a moment, it seemed that the front of the vessel hummed to life.* * * * * *"General Thomas here..." the General said, answering the telephone on his desk at the Pentagon. He listened to his contact at NASA carefully, unsure of what he was hearing. When the scientist finally finished, the General sighed, and hung up, before quickly returning the earpiece to his ear. He dialed a unique code sequence, one known to only those with high-level clearance, and was patched directly through to the Justice League satellite." This is General Thomas, United States Air Force. We have a situation."" Hello General Thomas. This is J'on J'on. Go ahead." the Martian Man hunter replied." The Freedom IV shuttle that Superman evacuated a while back has somehow come back online, however, NASA isn't able to remote control the shuttle and maneuver it into a return orbit for retrieval. There are no life forms aboard the ship, but all systems are online. Something is controlling it. Is Superman available?"" Negative, General. He's with the rest of the core members responding to the destruction in Haiti."" Who is available, J'on?"" Powergirl is currently open for assignment. I'll dispatch her immediately, General. Watchtower out..." While catching a purse-snatcher is pretty low on the crime-fighting scale, one helps when the opportunity presents itself. And if the purse happens to belong to a lovely young woman, so much the better. It was there that Power girl was leaning against the brick building framing an alley, chatting up a cute coed from the university as the thief lay unconscious in the bags of trash."...can't really give out my number, you see, it's classified. But if you give me yours, I'd love to call you sometime. Or we could just go back to your place now, get you a bite to eat. Getting mugged can be very traumatizing, and you may not feel it, but you could be in shock..." The girl had looked skeptical at being asked for her number, but was warming up to the blond superwoman when an annoying buzz came to her ultrasonic ear. How did they always call at the wrong time?" I'm sorry miss, but I've got to go. Duty and justice and all that--" stealing a kiss and a quick feels, she leaped up and was quickly away before the girl knew it." Okay J'on, what's up now? Something decent I hope?" The Martian Man hunter heard the annoyance in Power Girl's voice, but decided to ignore it for now. She may have been a kryptonite, but she was far from on the same level as Superman, and not just in the power scale. He was always committed, always ready to lend a hand or an ear when it was needed. He was a bastion of strength in a world of chaos, and J'on admired him greatly for the ability to remain steadfast when the rest of his world was spinning around him faster than a speeding bullet. But Power Girl...well, all one needed to do was look at the way she chose to accentuate her large breasts with her costume to get a good idea of what the metahuman was like. She was untested, and young, with more power than she really knew what to do with. J'on had never taken the liberty of reading her thoughts, more out of respect for a person's privacy than any desire to do so, but he had caught stray thoughts from her on occasion, when she was thinking particularly hard about a situation in her life. Many times they were far from pleasant, and mostly hedonistic or self-centered." Thank you for responding, Power Girl..." J'on said, keeping the disdain from his voice. She was a League member, after all, even if it was only Reserve status. "NASA has informed the Watchtower that the space shuttle Freedom IV has been reactivated. Their scans indicate no life forms, but something is controlling the ship. We need you to head to Sector AV-4.5 and investigate. Coordinates have been downloaded to your League PDA." "Roger. Over. Nine." Power girl cut off the transmission. Radios annoyed her, it was only ever someone interrupting to tell her what to do. Sure, she loved helping people, and the adulation that came with it. And, as they explained many times before, having a central watch let them prioritize the greatest dangers and utilize and synergize and blah blah blah. And anyway, space again. It was always damn cold, and her nips became like diamonds in an ice storm. Nevertheless, checking the PDA's directions, in a flash of red and white, she was off to Sector AV-4.5. Brainier could sense the power signature of Power Girl as she came into the sector. Immediately, he killed the main thrusters of the ship, though he did leave a slight vapor trail from the momentum of the engines. Life support was left on, however...he hoped to get the heroine aboard the ship. She was one such specimen that he was hoping to find, and, if he couldn't have Kassel himself under his scalpel, then another kryptonite would have to do. He also purposefully unlocked the access hatch on the roof of the shuttle, and then paused, waiting for his guest to arrive. Hamm, reactivated ship, huh? Is the autopilot broken, or did someone push it home? There wasn't too much point in speculation, she would soon get to the bottom of it. With her cape flapping, she shot out of the atmosphere and into the cold void beyond. Now only her momentum kept her cape straight behind her. Seeing the speck of a ship in the distance, she quickly accelerated to it until she could land on its front, causing a loud echoing *thunk* inside. Knock knock, she thought to herself, trying to peer into the windows for any signs of life. Walking up to find the hatch, she gave in a couple solid knocks before trying it. It gave, and even let out a hiss of hair: the life support was on. That's a good sign at least... Powergirl climbed down the hatch, closing it behind herself, moving through the airlock to call, "Anyone alive? Hello?" She brushed her blond hair out of her eyes. "Messes..." a voice replied, a hollow and metallic monotone voice. It seemed to come from everywhere but nowhere all at once, as if the ship itself was speaking to her. Then, before her, the ship began to deteriorate, parts of the control console and flight panels breaking away, pulling apart, only to begin to slowly reform into the shape of a man. It had been many years since Brainier had taken a human form, or something close to it, at least. But it was a simple thing, using this ship and bending it to his will. Finally, after a moment, he was fully formed before her. His arms hung at his sides, and his white eyes glowed with inner energy. Three diodes atop his head blinked rapidly in unison as consciousness formed within his new body, and his metallic suit shimmered in the pale light of the instrument panel. Brainier was reborn, and she would recognize him immediately." Welcome, Power Girl..." he said, folding his hands behind him. "It's so good of you to come." Suddenly, more of the ship came to life behind her. Electrical wires, wrapped and rewrapped in a way that only a life form like Brainier could conjure, lashed out at her, snaking around her wrists like copper snakes. They were hardly enough to stop her, but he wanted to show her that he could strike before she realized it, and if need be, bind her against her will. "Is that...?" she looked around at the annoying monotone. As pieces of metal began to congeal, she became more sure, until Brainier was standing before her. "Oh, great. You. You know--" before she could quip, the wires coiled around her. Annoyed, she flexed and pulled them apart." Oh come on, no time for over-clever banter, a battle of wits? Okay..." Wanting to nip this in the bud, she flew straight at him, fist forward to crush his newly forged face. Brainier responded immediately, the energy that caused his eyes to flare suddenly shooting twin beams of energy that blasted into her body. They shoved her backward to crash into the ship's interior, and he chuckled at the sight of her landing. He moved forward then, faster than he should've been able to, his hands moving down to grab her costume. He lifted her up easily, peering up at her, his face impassive." You will prove a great service to me..." he said. He turned, flinging her into the other side of the ship. "I will use you, Power Girl. Your kryptonite DNA will help breed an army of metahumans under my control. But first...you must be assimilated..." Flying through some computer banks and a wall, she started to get ready for another pass, but he was already there, holding her up under the artificial gravity. With his grip on her unitard, it pushed her cleavage dangerously close to popping. Before she could growl at him, she was being thrown into what became another pile of rubble. Tossing debris out of her hair, Power girl complained "Hey, you're not supposed to throw me around while you're monologist..." Stumbling back up, she grits her teeth, trying to use superior speed to fly around him for an attack. "Okay, how about a fist sample?!" "If you insist." he calmly replied, and spun, matching her speed. He lashed out with his fist as he spun, and the blow landed squarely on her chin, knocking her backward and through a connecting wall into the passenger compartment. Brainier chuckled, and moved after her, walking slowly but purposefully into the adjoining compartment. His hands moved behind his back, and as he entered, his gaze fell on the superhero, buried in more of the shuttle's debris." I had hoped for more, Power Girl..." he said, moving toward her. He came to a stop at her feet, peering down at her, his pupil-less eyes flashing with energy still. The three diodes atop his head suddenly flared to life, flashing in a rhythmic pattern, and as they did, the ship came to life once more. Heavy titanium braces pulled away from the walls, and moved down to pin her arms to the floor of the shuttle. The floor panels opened, and twin heavy steel bars pinned her legs to the floor, their hooked ends drawing her legs apart." However...you'll have to do. You will serve your purpose, and perhaps, more than that." Then, without warning, he reached down, and grabbed the front of her costume. He pulled it backwards, tearing the garment, exposing her large and voluptuous breasts. He laughed as they bounced free, and he tossed the torn part of her costume aside. Power girl wasn't sure what surprised her most: suddenly flying backwards through more walls, or realizing it was because Brainier bested her in speed and strength. Whichever it was, it dazed her enough that she was suddenly entangled and pinned before she could regain her feet. Oh yeah, this is definitely someone's fantasy, she thought as the ship held her spread-eagle. When Brainier ripped her suit open, she growled, feeling the cold, dry air on her still-frozen nipples. "Pass, you think you're the first one to see my tits?" she tried to laugh it off. "I've fallen out of my suit more times than I care to remember."" I'm just going to escape in one, two, three, NINJA!" She yanked at the bracers, but she hadn't the leverage to bend or pull them away. "Okay, this is bad..." "It need not be, Power Girl..." Brainier said, and a wry grin spread across his features. His hands moved out, and as they did, his fingers seemed to elongate. They grew long and sinewy, and the fingertips seemed to grow more bulbous, until his hands were nothing more than a mass of ten, writhing tentacles. Two of them immediately snaked out, wrapping around her massive breasts, their tips latching onto her nipples. They began to suckle her sensitive buds, as if the tips of his fingers had grown tiny mouths to wrap around her frozen tips. Brainiac laughed, and the other tentacles began tearing away the rest of her costume, exposing her thighs and her pussy as they tore it free. Four more began teasing her opening, rubbing against it and spreading her lips in their eagerness to get inside. He needed to get at her reproductive fluids, and what better way than to make her orgasm so powerfully that she gushes all over his hands. Then, just for fun, he sent two more toward her rear entrance, and the remaining two toward her mouth." I've always wanted to see a kryptonite cum while they're helpless..." Brainier said, as the tentacle fingers began moving in and out of her, the two at her butt suddenly forcing their way inside. "What the...?" she stared as his fingers started to slither out, longer and longer. It wasn't until they were molesting her that she realized what was happening. "Oh, shiiiIIIIIIII--" she squealed as the cyborg fingers pulled tightly around each mammary, and her sensitive nipples were sucked hard. She attempted to keep her knees together, but the bars allowed little writhing, and his fingers found easy purchase to wrap around and rip open her leotard. Despite what people might suspect of her looseness, her vulva was resilient enough that it was still nice and tight, which only made the molestation worse. She would bend and accommodate his probing, yet remain tight and elastic, all while she was quickly lubricating herself! Damn superior kryptonite physiology...! While some juice would make things easier, she didn't want anyone to think she was enjoying this, and she didn't want them to be right..." Well, you should have seen Superman when he and Lois LaaaaaAAAA--!" before she could quip again, her sphincter was suddenly spread open. Here she was in a tentacle rape situation, and her body was trying to make the best of it by increasing her heart rate, dilating her eyes, and generally trying to arouse her! The writhing phallic tentacles within her probed deeper, sensing her arousal and responding by increasing it only further. Her openings were tight but not impossible to breach, and once inside, Brainier was surprised at how easily she was excited by the touch of his fingers. Surprised, but not shocked...it was well known that Power Girl was one of the more promiscuous members of the Justice League, something that had left her on Reserved status for years now, no matter how much she desired to be one of the Big Guns. Her dossier hadn't been difficult to hack into, either. He made a mental note to further categorize other members of the League for further research. Kneeling before her, Brainier watched as her body began to succumb to his probing. Her cheeks grew flush, and her nipples seemed to harden more beneath the faux mouths on his fingertips. Her opening was growing wetter by the moment, and even her tight anus was growing to accept him, despite her reservations. She was quickly succumbing to what he was doing, and he knew he could do so much more. A small panel on his robotic form opened at his waist, and more of his techno-organic form appeared. It was similar to the tentacled appendages on his hands, but thicker and larger. His form was that of a man, however, and this one was much more similar to the penis that he knew this woman craved. Kneeling between her spread legs, the tentacles within her pussy retreated, only to spread her soft, pink lips apart as the head of his cock came near." I can only hope that Super girl is as willing to accommodate me..." he said, looking into her eyes. Then, he pushed his hips forward, his cock pushing into her wet hole, and the diodes atop his head began blinking once more, in excitement, it seemed. Now it was common for some grunting and heavy breathing to occur during a protracted battle. But Power girl was a little embarrassed how quickly and how needy her moans and groans came. But being touched and filled all over was just getting to be too much. Earth men, no matter how big, could never pound her like this, with the force that only a kryptonite could survive, let alone appreciate. She had closed her eyes to fight it, then deny it, then to fully appreciate the feeling of it, and when she opened, there was a large, heavy cock coming at her. Oh, god, that looks good...she bit her lip, hating herself, but having to admire it. The tentacles opened her, readying her to take the massive rod, and the anticipation was maddening." No, not her, she couldn't, gun!" She always seemed to be interrupted, but it was bothering her less and less. Whatever she was saying, it wasn't as important as getting really, truly fucked. She had been trying to stifle her grunts of lust, but was becoming more open and vocal, and getting a real cock, or at least facsimile thereof, was pushing her over the edge way too quickly. For a second, her mind wandered into how to get the team to gang bang her. For being a superhero slut, her opening as incredibly tight. Brainier moaned as he entered her, as well as from the sensations of his other appendages manipulating her form. His cock penetrated deeply, pushing past her G-spot and into her womb before receding. Every time it did, he gathered more and more of her juices along his shaft, and literally drank it into his form, storing it for later. Then, the tentacles that had invaded her anus and were sucking on her nipples receded, the digits once more forming into a man's normal hands and fingers. When they did, Brainier knelt forward, his mouth going over one nipple and sucking hard. His tongue worked over the stone hard bud as his hips pounded into her, and his mouth seemed to expand, taking more of her tit into his mouth. His cock seemed to grow, too, gaining girth inside of her as he pounded away at her insides with his thick manhood." They all succumb eventually..." he said, pulling his mouth away from her breast for a moment. "All of them. You will be but the first to provide me with the DNA of your kind, kryptonite. And then, before I am done, you will be a vessel for birthing my new spawn onto the world!" Power girl could only grunt and moan as she was pounded into her restraints, feeling how very, very deep he was going inside. Like a slut, of course, she squeaked and grunted to punctuate every. Hard. Thrust. So she was unexpectedly disappointed when the tentacles assaulting her breasts and bottom receded, leaving her feeling somehow empty and neglected. Quit being such an anal slut, dammit!... She didn't have to mourn long, however, as Iranian's own mouth now suckled her sensitive nipple, and soon breast whole. And the solid methodical thrusting became even more intense without speeding up! She stretched and stretched, being forever filled by more and more volume of dick. Powergirl could hardly even comprehend as he revealed his plan to her. She couldn't, and didn't much want to fight it, or at least this phase of the operation. It was so strange and exhilarating to be overpowered and taken like this, she wanted more, to be filled in every hole like before, to be made a slut to his lust, if he had any... Deep within the being called Brainier, there was once a part that had been alive. Now, more machine than man, he was methodical in his plan, but that didn't stop that small part of him from knowing the pleasures of lust and physical release. He was enjoying himself almost as much as she was, and, eager to penetrate her anus once more, he did what a being of his power could do...he simply grew another penis. It sprouted beneath the large cock that was already within her, growing until it pressed against her dark hole. Then, it grew some more, sliding into her already stretched interior, where it began to grow, just as the first had done. Soon, he was thrusting and pounding into her with both cocks, and the sensations of twin cocks was amazing. He wondered why he hadn't thought of this plan, and its execution, sooner." That's it, you kryptonite whore..." he said, his hands clutching and squeezing her large breasts painfully. "Moan like you like what I'm doing to you. I can tell that you do. I want you to cum and cum and cum some more...the more of your juices I have, the more DNA material I will acquire. But this is only the beginning, Power Girl." He chuckled, and then moaned loudly as he continued thrusting into her openings. When she felt the presence pressing from below, she turned her head away and cried out. It was the only way to disguise that she was relieved that something was back to fill her again. It was strange to feel it simply grow into her, rather than thrust, and as it expanded, she could feel both cocks sliding side by side into her."OH! FUCK!" His degrading commands only fueled her rage, humiliation, and lust. She didn't actually ask for more, but she moaned like a slut, pushing her chest up and writhing beneath his huge double penetration. So this is what it was like to be dominated. It seemed it was true, the more powerful she was, the more she appreciated being used and fucked. "Oh yes, Power Girl..." he moaned, his hands moving to her nipples. He began pinching them and rolling them between his fingers before he returned his mouth to her sensitive tips. Meanwhile, his twin cocks penetrated every inner inch of her, her body pulling against him, as if she were milking him with both of her holes. "I think you will be a very fitting brood mother for my future army..." The cocks within her were swelling with the juices he absorbed from her flesh. His storage units were close to maximum, and besides that, he was close to release himself. The difference with his techno-organic body was such that when he did release, the semen that would cover her wasn't white, nor exactly semen. Rather, it was a nanobot goo that would soak into her flesh, impregnating her with a thought control serum that would make her more susceptible to his commands." You want to cum, don't you, you Super Whore?" he asked, taunting her as he tugged her nipples with his fingers. "You want to shower my cocks with your slut juices, don't you? Tell me how much you want to cum, Power Girl, and I might just let you!" "Oh, ah, fuck, yes!" she gasped as he pulled at her nipples. "Yes, do it, harder! Pinch and pull my hard nipples!" She screwed her eyes shut in her explosive response, getting into being the fucked. Quote"You want to cum, don't you, you Super Whore? You want to shower my cocks with your slut juices, don't you? Tell me how much you want to cum, Power Girl, and I might just let you!"" Mmmmmm!" she kept her lips tight together, afraid of what she might say. The pounding, sucking, pulling, and dirty talk were all getting too much, however, and with her next slutty grunts of pleasure, she gasped, "Cum! I have to cum, make me chum! I want you to fill me up, fuck me, fill me with your cum! Oh, fuck!..." When she finally broke, begging him to make her cum, he did as asked, his pace increasing into a furious crescendo of lust and passion. He came just as she did, his twin cocks filling her holes with his seed, the heavy cocks spewing load after load of his green love juice inside of her. He pulled his hips back, pulling out of her, his hands stroking both of his meaty fuck sticks simultaneously, showering her giant tits and face with more of his seed. Furthermore, he gasped loudly at the heavy orgasm, and watched with a grin as her flesh was sprayed with his serum-laced semen. When it was over, he stepped back, watching as the goo began to absorb into her flesh. The diodes atop his head flashed again, and the restraints holding her began to recede, freeing her arms and legs. The serum would make quick work of her independence, and would make her want him more and more. She would be an eager fuckboy, and a willing accomplice in his plan to create a super army of his very own. She screamed. Furthermore, she moaned, groaned, grunted, and squealed as she came, feeling himself unload inside of her. But that wasn't enough, he had to spray all over her face and breasts as well? She would have objected to the degrading act, but as the... ejaculate hit her skin and sunk in, it wasn't that bad. After all, she was a sexy bitch, and men couldn't help it if they wanted to cover her with cum; why should she stop them? As the restraints fell, she didn't even think about flying after him. She just collapsed onto the floor for a moment, rubbing the remains of the fluid all over her body, feeling satisfied with what she'd done, but now empty without him inside. She looked up to Brianna, towering over her, his twin cocks large, heavy, and throbbing angrily. "What, is that it? What happened to making me your whore? Your cum is already gone, you'll have to cover me and fill me with a lot more than that to break me..." Getting up to her knees, Power girl grabbed a huge cock with both hands and began licking and sucking at the head, struggling to wrap her lips around. "Your assumption that I am finished is incorrect, Power Girl..." he said, speaking even as she knelt before him and took one of the two heavy cocks into her mouth. She began sucking it eagerly, her arousal only heightened by the green aphrodisiac semen that had absorbed into her flesh. She was succumbing to the liquid quite quickly, almost too quickly, he realized. Either her own body was afire with more than just his seed, or she was quite possibly a bigger slut than he realized. "I am a being of both technology and of flesh. The technological part of me is one of pure precision and efficiency, able to think with thought processes at ten times the normal limit of biological males. But the fleshy part of me, the part I have denied for so long, recalls the pleasures of the flesh, of carnal cravings and pretty young superheroes who dress like super whores..." His other cock began to lengthen, slowly lowering to the floor and curling up between her spread legs. The thick long shaft curled and bent, until finally, it was long enough to penetrate her once more. It pushed inside of her, thicker this time, nearly twice the girth of the cock in her mouth. Once inside, it began fucking her mercilessly, pounding away at her insides without remorse. Even as her body was growing to greater heights of passion, the mysterious green seed that had soaked into her flesh was having other effects on her, as well. A tingling would begin just above her clit, a slight sensation at first, but one that would quickly grow more intense and warm, almost as if her womb were expanding. Then, when she realized it wasn't normal, it would be too late. Her flesh would begin to expand and to grow, forming at first what seemed yet another clit. It would only remain for a moment at that size, but then it would grow larger and more sensitive, and was plain to see for what it really was...a thick, throbbing cock. Apparently Brainier had other ideas for the spread of his kryptonite army than by simply impregnating her...he would have her do it! At the mention of pretty young whores, Power girl looks up with a smile and winks as she moans around his cock, and as he feels the other reaching around to double-team her, she just groans even more, welcoming it inside. As it grows even thicker than before, stretching her unbreakable skin, she groans in disbelief, but just goes with it, wanting nothing but to be really pounded. Everything was feeling good, with thick cocks before and behind, when she felt the odd tingling. It wasn't the sore pleasure of being filled by Brainier, but as she held herself upholding his cock, her other hand reached down to rub her clit. That's when she felt the new one. "RMM?" she mumbled around the dick filling her mouth. It was a little disturbing, but felt good too, and that tended to dissuade most of her worry. She rubbed it as she continued to bob her head and get fucked from behind, and it only grew bigger, until she could stroke it with her fingers, then hand! It just felt better and better, and she stoked harder as she got even more excited. She couldn't look down to examine it, but if felt just like a cock in her hand, and she imagined this must be what a hand feels like to a cock! It felt so amazing itself, no wonder guys were always thinking with it. Even now, she was thinking how great it would be to have a cute girl to use it on, maybe fuck her tits like everyone seemed to want to do to Power girl. "Do you like it, Power Girl?" he asked. "Your body has been injected with miniscule nanomachines with my exact techno-biotic matrix. They will reform you as I see fit, transforming your flesh into whatever I desire. You're experiencing but the cusp of what I can do to you..." He fell silent, watching her rub the organ, while his own continued to penetrate her mouth and her dripping pussy. She was in orgasmic bliss, touching herself, while simultaneously being touched by his twin cocks. His hands moved to the back of her head, and he thrust into her mouth deeply, the longer and thicker organ suddenly railing itself deeper within her opening, as well. He began pumping into both her holes hard and fast, his cock touching the back of her throat with every thrust, effectively cutting off her air supply with every inward push. The techno-organic being couldn't get enough of her body, and a part of him was content to simply fuck her all day, to use her body as his own until she was unconscious from the pounding to her privates." You like being fucked like a little slut, don't you?" he asked, looking down at her, at how her cheeks seemed to inflate every time he filled her throat with his cock. "Does Kassel fuck you like this? You dream about slobbering over his kryptonite cock, don't you Power Girl?" She could only moan in appreciation around the giant cock raping her throat, shifting her head slightly in a nod. It was difficult to move in any discernible way besides being folded and pounded by his tentacles. As he skull-fucked her, her perfect control over her own body prevented her from gagging, but her breath was still stilted as he continually closed her throat off to anything but his flesh. Powergirl wasn't sure why, but she did enjoy being a slut. Sure, she had always teased her associates and picked up men and women off the street, but this, this was beingfuckedand used. And with her own cock, her fantasies now doubled over to her fucking and using everyone in the same way, only reversed. Her cousin was always a prude, being very uncomfortable with her costume, let alone demeanor. She wasn't sure if she thought it before, but those muscles, those long, strong arms, and she guessed a big, delicious cock of steel hiding under his undies... mmm, she would love to have a piece of that, sucking him down her throat, then having him hold her down, pounding her ass mercilessly. The fantasies paralleled reality as she came again under Iranian's onslaught. More of Power Girl's cum coated his cock, and the one in her throat throbbed almost angrily as it poured cum from its tip as Brainier came again. He was almost powerless against her lust, and despite his hold on her, he was getting incredibly aroused by her as well. He pulled his cock from her mouth, the tip still leaking green cum as it slid from her lips, and grinned, looking down at her." Would you like to use that thing?" he asked, pointing down at the new penis she was furiously stroking. Without waiting for an answer, he focused on his biotech body, and redirected the nanites within him to begin reforming his form. His features took on a more feminine appearance, his chest expanding to form a pair of large round breasts, while his lower body also reformed, taking on the sensual and curvaceous form of a female human. His cock still remained, but beneath that was a pussy the same shape as her own. The full, pouty lips that adorned his face grinned, and he turned, pressing his newly formed vagina to her face." Show me how you'd fuck Super girl, you little slut..." he said, looking over his shoulder at her. "Make me a whore like you!" Power girl felt empty without him stuffing her throat now, but stared in fascination and more than a little arousal at his transformation. With a beautiful, curvaceous woman before her now, Power girl's new cock twitched even more in desire. With the pussy in her face, she automatically licked and suckled at it, exploring its folds with her strong long tongue, moaning into it. It was so wet, and Power girl was definitely ready. Crawling out from underneath, she got up onto her knees behind the new woman. It was definitely new to be in this position, but exciting and powerful. Biting her lip, she tried to arrange her knees around Brainier's, getting into a good, secure position; she was sure this would get crazy. Closing her eyes, she let Super girl's image form in her mind, naked, in front of her on all fours." Mmm, time to get what's coming to you, Super whore. I always said you needed a good fuck!" Power girl slapped her ass and pushed her hips forward. It took a little bit of prodding to get lined up and slide in, but just pushing herself into another vagina was explosively good! She didn't know if Brainier was tight, or if she was huge, but it was a soft, wet vice around her. Pulling out felt just as good, and she pushed in further than before. In no time, she was pounding in and out, with full, long strokes before slamming her hips back into that ass. She could feel their balls colliding, flesh bouncing, and she quickly started groaning and cursing the girl before her." Oh, yeah, you like my big cock, don't you girl? Yeah, take it like a bitch, take my big fat dick!" she panted, holding her hips tight as she pumped in and out. Brainier moaned as Power Girl filled up his newly feminine form with her stiff cock, but the voice that erupted from his throat was not his at all. In his previous visits to Earth, he had recorded many voices for personal identification purposes, and one such voice was Kara-El, more commonly known as Super girl. It was a simple matter to change the voice modulator in his throat to mimic her vocal pitch, and to further drive his super powered slave on, he began moaning and panting in Super girl's voice, while he thrust his feminine hips backwards every time she filled him." Oh yeah, Power Girl...give it to me, you sexy bitch!" he called out, the feminine lilt to his voice filling the shuttle's interior. The smaller, lighter hands reached back to clutch at Power Girl's own, and he brought them around and pressed them to the large round tits that adorned his chest. Brainier moaned again as Power Girl's fingers brushed over the tiny tight nipples, their preprogrammed sensitivity sending electric shocks of pleasure through his form. But he wasn't about to let her have all the fun. While she pumped away furiously, burying her shaft inside of him, his own grew once more, and curled upwards, moving toward her glistening cunt. He pushed into her just as she pushed into him, and the feeling of simultaneously filling her and being filled made him moan so loudly it was almost a shout. The illusion of fucking Super girl became so much more real and intense that Power girl allowed herself to believe it, pounding her harder. Feeling her large breasts, she observed, "Oh, Kara, you've finally grown a pair! I guess you can finally be fucked like a real woman now!" She pulled out for a moment, which was a difficult decision to make, but pushed her wet cock at Super girl's ass, bending herself a few times against her steely buttocks before finding her asshole and forcing her way in. She then felt "Super girl's" cock somehow stretch back to fill her own pussy, rubbing against her new testes, and she joined in the pleasured screaming. Furthermore, she pushed deep into Super girl's ass, and as she pulled out, thrust herself onto the cock inside herself. Power girl was quickly coming to another orgasm as she fucked herself each way. And she wasn't the only one. Supergirl, or Brainier wearing her form, screamed in pleasure as Power Girl reamed her asshole with that new, thick cock of hers. The blond breathed heavily, her tits being molested under the hungry grope of Power Girl's hot hands. Brainier's heavy eyelashes slid shut, and her mouth formed a perfect O with every moan and jostle of her hips as Power Girl fucked her mercilessly." I've always wanted you..." she moaned, while her own cock began sliding in and out of Power Girl's slick pussy. Brainier reached between her legs, her thin and slender fingers wrapping around Power Girl's heavy testicles and squeezing them, rolling them in her hand like a pair of Chinese stress balls. They were so hot and heavy that it was all she could do to avoid begging Power Girl to spill her hot seed inside of her. "Fuck me hard, Power Girl! Make me want your cock!" While the two super powered beings rutted like the last of a dying species, the ship's computers were dialed into the orbiting network of satellites that surrounded the Earth. They began dialing into various networks, searching database after database for other metahumans to involve in the plan. It seemed that Brainier was quite a multitasker. A monitor ahead of them began flashing with images of various other super powered beings, both hero and villain alike, all while the two of them fucked each other without restraint, the pair lost in a lust that was incapable of lesser beings. While she might be able to hear the ultrasonic whining and buzzing of computers busy at work, Power girl was nonetheless oblivious in her focused pounding of an ass she'd wanted for years, or at least, her memory of the years was now colored by her lust. Whatever her feelings were, she now obeyed Super girl's cries, holding her hips in a crushing grip to pull her around the cock stretching her ass. The rhythmic slap of their balls together, as well as Power girl's hips against her ass, grew fast and loud, until with a growling cry, she started jerking unsteadily. With a few more desperate thrusts, she pulled Super girl close as she moaned." Aaauuh, Super girl, I'm cumming! I'm filling your ass!" For some reason she felt the need to slap her ass, loudly, as she pumped her load hard and deep, hot jets of semen filling and overflowing the girl below her. It lasted for what seemed two good minutes, as she just kept filling her with unsteady thrusts, her cum being forced out to slide down their thighs as she eked out the last of her orgasm upon Super girl's ass. Brainier retained the form of Super girl until Power Girl was done cumming. Her hot, sticky seed was everywhere, trickling down her shapely legs and covering her luscious ass like a warm blanket. When she was done cumming, and her hips had ceased their spastic bucking, Brainier turned, the wet popping noise of the cock exiting her ass, and returned once more to his normal form. His own cock still hung long and hard, impaled inside of Power Girl, but he hadn't cummed yet, and he was far from being done with her." You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked, his body moving closely to her own. As he did, his hands rose to cup her giant tits, and he squeezed them tightly, making her nipples puff out even more than they already were. His cock seemed to thicken as he stepped closer to her, until it was pressing tightly against the walls of her cum stained cunt, her own cock pressed upwards and flattened between their bodies. "What if I told you that you could fuck so many more hot little super heroines, Power Girl? Would you like that? Wonder Woman would love your cock, and so would Hawk Girl. What do you say? Join me...and you can have them all..." Without saying another word, his hands slid beneath her ass, and he picked her up into his arms. He lowered her until she was leaning backwards with only him to hang onto, and then he began fucking her again, his thick cock impaling her hard and fast. He wanted her to cum again while his words sank in...if she knew only bliss through their bargain, then she would surely agree. Power Girl knelt there, recovering from her explosive orgasm, twitching slightly in pleasurable aftershocks. She grits her teeth and stood with Brainier's grip on her tits, so sensitive after that long exercise, but somehow always wanting more." Yeah," she could barely gather the wherewithal to respond, nodding gently. "I liked that a lot..." Her mind flashed to Wonder Woman, and to all the other super heroines she knew, her mind bringing them back in perfect detail, like she had a 3d model to turn and examine. Now that she thought about it, they were all really sexy, almost all with big breasts and tight, form-fitting uniforms. Power Girl knew what she looked like, and flaunted it, and wondered if all the other women even knew how slutty they looked, at least to her mind's eye now. She was so enraptured by her vision that she hardly noticed Brainier slowly pick her up to fuck again, until she suddenly had to wrap her hands around the back of his neck to support herself, her strong legs wrapped around his hips, pulling his huge cock deeper into herself. As he began to bounce her up and down, she licked some cum, slime, sweat, and whatever other fluids they had leaked from her lips, watching her own big cock flop up and down, slapping her own impressive rack. She had completely forgotten the villainy of her partner, so focused she was on her lust, and only enjoyed what he gave her, again and again. She imagined getting more, and having some little super heroine bouncing on her cock as well, and her overstimulated mind and body soon began to zoom to another climax. Pulling herself up close to Brainier's strong chest, her breasts mashed between them, she hugged close, physically and mentally, just working with him to get fucked hard and deep." Yes!" she both cried out and affirmed, "Yes, give it to me! Fuck me hard! Just like I'll fuck those little mouths! Tooth, flying around, their little skirts blowing in the wind, just begging for a cock to stuff them!" After some more steel-crushing blows from his cock, Power girl let go and leaned back, perpendicular to him as she came. Her vagina would have crushed a lesser man, or stone, but milked for his cum as she grabbed a breast and the base of her cock as it too came, shooting a fountain of semen up and over her face and body again. She was his! Brainiac watched as she literally drooled over the idea of fucking all of her superhero cohorts, using their tight bodies to sate her lusts. The cock he'd given her was rock hard with the thought, and as he thrust into her with his own cock, she came, her cunt tightening along his shaft while her newly formed phallus erupted in a shower of cum, spilling onto the panel of the shuttle behind her. The sight was so very erotic that even his advanced mind could not resist, and he plunged into her with a renewed vigor, his hands clutching her massive tits tightly. Then, he came, his massive cock filling her swollen insides with even more of his hot, sticky semen. He collapsed then, falling to his knees, still holding her in his grip but unable to stand anymore. His entire body shook with so many orgasms, and even a being that is mostly machinery needs to rest, especially after so much hard fucking." Powergirl..." he moaned, breathing heavily as his cock still spurted more seed inside of her. "Go to Earth...fuck the brains out of every heroine you come across, and then return them to this vessel. You have your mission...go and use what I have given you, and together, we shall make these little slutty super whores birth our new army!"

To Capture A Kryptonian (Chloe Milev & Dark Clown)|rating:2.0

Tħə Шзαvєяѕ (A Fantasy Adventure! Now Accepting)

The Weavers The Story... When the lands of the world were untainted by man’s oils, and the water was uncontaminated, magic existed. People weren’t reliant on vehicles to get to the store and the people who lived in Utopia didn’t have to worry about taxes because their king, Xavier was benevolent and didn’t lust for the riches of man, but wanted harmony to be between the people of his kingdom and the land. Magic users were called Weavers in those times, and King Xavier had six working for him in the kingdom: Weaver of Healing, Weaver of Flame, Weaver of Waters, Weaver of Rock, Weaver of Storm, and Weaver of Pain. These people possessed great powers, and were the best in the kingdom. Each person excelled in one form of magic. In another land, magic was dwindling. Their king, Damask was an ambitious ruler who believed a kingdom was only as strong as its economy. His beliefs spread the thoughts of industrialization. And when they decided to start stripping things from the earth greedily, they began to lose their magic. Damask expanded his kingdom ten times its original size. He saw years later that even though he had many people in his kingdom, none had magic. He also saw that Xavier’s kingdom was still thriving in magic and had six magic users among the people there. And so, the wheels of his mind turned, and he came up with a plan. If he didn’t have the advantage of magic, he wouldn’t be able to defeat other kingdoms and make them his own. He wanted to be all-powerful—to have the world under his thumb and to have the many riches man craved. Damask had demanded that Xavier succumb to him and give to him the six Weavers so that he could steal from them their powers. Xavier refused firmly. Knowing that Damask would not stop until the magic was his, Xavier asked of the Weavers to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world. He had them split Damask’s kingdom up by splitting the continent so that his influence was lowered to the earth at his feet (boats were not invented then). After that was done, Xavier had their magic bound in six books. Using the only bit of magic he had, he put a spell on the books and vowed that the Weavers would rise once more when the world needed it most. The setting is England, 1782. This used to be the center of Xavier’s empire. Many years have passed since the kingdoms of those times fell, and magic is practically nonexistent. The time for the Weavers to return has come as the magic users from Damask’s kingdom are sent into the future to find them. The six books were locked away in different parts of Yorkshire (but all are in the same vicinity), and the souls of the Weavers were reincarnated near their corresponding book. Once they find their books, their old powers will return and some of the memories of their past will as well. But in regaining their powers, the other magic users will know where they are. How will they deal with their newfound responsibilities? Will they be as self-sacrificing as they were in Utopia? Or will they try to flee? The Rules...•This is a literate role-play. Therefore, I expect at least four or five (4 or 5) good sentences per post. I understand writer's block, but that does not mean you can’t think of one freaking paragraph. Plus, it annoys people when they post a good paragraph and then the next person posts a one-liner. Come on! Give them something to work with! • Make sure to use correct punctuation and capitalization. No chat speak! And when talking in IOC use some kind of brackets such as: {} (()) [ ] (()) •Follow the TOS! Title the PM 'Muffins!' •Do NOT give me orders! DX I would understand if you made suggestions, but if you attempt to command me, you will receive one strike. Get three, and you are out. ^^ •I am the creator of this RP. Obey me! •If you’re going away let me know or post it. • No God modding, auto-hitting, power-playing, or killing another character! If you think that someone has done any of those things, tell me FIRST. I don't want a big commotion over something that could have been prevented, okay? •Do not quote another person’s post unless it is three pages back or more. They will probably get who you're talking to if you use their names. • Always check the front page! It may have new announcements or something important on it. I’m not going to keep reminding everyone about checking. If you miss a new rule and break it, it’s your fault, not mine. •Pm me your profiles! Do not post them! Put a cat emote in your profile somewhere. •Highlight the rules to find hidden messages such as what to add and the title of your pm. •Be active! Don’t join the RP, post once, and then leave. Nor should you join and then not post at all (it has happened to me before). •Try not to do anything racy on this thread. :O You can cuss, but don't drop the F-bomb every two sentences, mkay? • The limit of characters for one person is three. :] •I will add rules when I think of them. Add Baha. Characters... Full Name: Rosaline Lenore Parson Appearance: Age: 17 Gender: Female, obviously. Occupation: Opera Singer~♪ Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Weaver of Waters Personality: I am considered sweet and kind by my family members, but I can be rather ambitious. I care not for the prospect of marriage, even though my father wishes to see me married off before I’m eighteen. I am independent and love music and art. Furthermore, I am loyal to my friends and would do anything to keep them safe. Fickle to the end, my mind often changes during different situations and I find it hard to come to decisions when I’m under pressure. My curiosity matches that of a cat. We all know the saying about cats, no? OH! And I do so love to sing! It is one of the things that I can do for hours on end without getting bored. Did I mention I have a short attention-span? I can be talking about one thing one moment, stare off at something in the distance the next, and then say something that is completely off-subject, thus turning the entire conversation around. It’s a little strange really. The only time when I feel like I can truly think straight is when I am bathing or swimming. That’s me in a nutshell. Biography: My father is Daniel Parsons, and he owns the theater that I perform in. I was born into a middle class family in Yorkshire, neither rich nor poor. I had a good education and our trips to the coast were most pleasant in the summer. Furthermore, I traveled to the new world once, but I found the boat ride more appealing than the continent itself. Seriously, why go to the place when there was much more interesting things in the ocean? I have always loved the water, even when I was young. My mother used to have to force me out of the tub as a child. My Governess said that I was unruly for that, but found quickly that she could bribe me to do anything by promising we would go to the spring located in the forest behind my house after lessons. She got me to learn French and German that way. =3 Anyway, my father discovered my singing talent when I was fifteen. Even though my voice wasn’t fully developed, I was good enough to perform. At first, my father had thought that would be a good way to get me noticed by the wealthy men, but none of the men who were interested were what my father wanted. I’m going to have my coming out party this month. It’s exciting. Butthead is part of me that has always longed for something more than what I had. Something was missing, but I didn’t know what. It might just be my imagination. Who knows? Powers: she can manipulate any liquid that contains a percentage of water in it. Even in a desert, she could condense the water in the air and use it to fight. With the water, she can control its properties as well. It is her weapon in battle as well as her defense. Played by: Mistress of Puppets Full Name: Damien Vast Liberty Appearance: Age: 20 Gender: Male Occupation: First in command Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): one of Damask’s Magic-users. Personality: Damien is quiet, mysterious. He doesn’t really speak his mind, nor does he really answer when spoken to. The only time he talks is when he has something to say, or if it is important that he speaks up. Damien is strong-willed, but is not loyal to just one person. He does not really like Damask, but because it looks like Damask is winning the battle, he decided to stay on his team. Damien doesn’t really care what the outcome of things is; he is just following his orders. Biography: Damien, believe it or not, used to live in Xavier’s kingdom. He was a skilled magic user, one of the most promising in his kingdom. When it was announced that the King was going to choose the most promising magic-users and give them positions in his castle, he was very much excited. Being close friends with the Weavers, Damien was certain that all of them would be chosen together. However, the day that the king announced who he was picking, all of his friends were chosen, and he was cast aside. When he confronted the king about this, he stated that there was something about him that bespoke a thirst for power. “That lust will corrupt you if I give you power, dear boy. Please, do not resent me for not choosing you, but you just are not as strong as the others.” Feeling looked down upon and overshadowed by the other six, he left Xavier’s kingdom and traveled east, to a neighboring kingdom. When Damask spread his rule over that kingdom, he saw Damien’s potential and appointed him part of his army. This was the closest thing to a weaver Damien ever got. Over the years he honed his powers and developed new ones as well. He was going to show the Weavers his power; he was going to show them that Xavier had made a mistake in overlooking him. Damien was set on defeating them in battle, but the damned Weavers had to go and kill themselves like the ignoramuses they were. Damask, having heard from one of his spies in Xavier’s kingdom, found out about the books, and ordered Damien, the two other magic users, and a few soldiers into the future to seek out the Weavers and bring them back. He saw this as an opportunity to see what powers the Weavers had after being dead for many years. He didn’t know how disappointed he would be. Powers: Damien can make and control plants at his will. He can also shape-shift into different people and animals. Played By: Mistress of Puppets Quote: Full Name: Zachary Cunningham Appearance: [Zachary] Age: 20 Gender: Male Occupation: Butler Weaver/Villain/Other: Weaver of Pain Personality: I'm not what you would call a nice person (in fact people call me a sadist). Usually I'll be the type to make some sort of criticism or smart remark to a person and not care if they get hurt or insulted over it. Actually scratch that, I kind of like it when people are in pain. I mean if you can't take the pain stay at home or don't run into me. If you catch me in a good mood I'll be nice, but that's pretty rare unless you are a close friend of mine. If you are though, then more power to you. Still, that won't stop me from making the occasional jab (in jest). I'm also a flirt and if I find a girl I like I'll still flirt with other people (see I'm not into the whole commit thing). I mean we're not married, so why should I tie myself down? Biography: When you first look at my family what do you see? A nice couple with three kids in a picket fence home? Well you'd be half-right. My parents meant well, but alas we were pretty poor so they spent most of their life working and being thrifty when she could. Unfortunately, neither nor them were home for very long. Since I was the youngest I was always watched over by my older brothers (Joshua and Peter) and I would "play" with them. Only playing meant being wrestled down to the floor and having to tap out (actually when I was younger I would always cry when they hurt me). Even with that in mind, I ended up learning how to fight, which I found was very rewarding, especially since they were always full of fight. I had actually gotten good to the point where they would tap out because of how much it hurt. The first time it happened when I was around fourteen and they, fifteen and sixteen respectively. I was able to get Pete on the floor and bent his arm back while I stepped on his back, pushing until he was to the brink of tears. My dad caned me that day, but secretly I had enjoyed causing my brother than pain (though I didn't know why) and continued to wrestle, but restrained myself from doing that again. As much as I liked causing pain, I didn't want to receive too much of it. When I was eighteen, I moved out to find my own place as well as a job. I had a bit of trouble at first with a job hunt, but my mom, who had worked for the Valentine household for a few years was able to set something up. So now I'm working as a butler to Sophia Valentine. Powers: He can manipulate any living creature's nervous system and inflict pain both physically and psychologically and magnify it tenfold. Just as well, he can manipulate a person's nerves so that they don't feel any pain sensation. His point of contact comes either from looking at an object or touching it with his skin. Played By: Cows Go Moo Quote: Full name: Sophia "Sophie" Valentine Appearance: Sophie Age: 19 Gender: Female Occupation: A mere heiress to her family's wealth, and an avid fencer. Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please, ^^): Weaver of Storm Personality: Sophie is a very fun young woman for the most part as she is carefree. Even though extremely wealthy, she doesn't fit the part and sees everyone as an equal. She is also very friendly, treating her maids and butlers as if they were friends, which can be displeasing to her father at times. The only traits she managed to gain from him (aside from the unique silvery hair) was his temper, and intelligence. Although she rarely gets upset, she uses her brain rather than brains in most instances. Biography: Being born as the only daughter into a wealthy family, Sophie was an obedient child for the most part. She apparently was brought up in a strict household, her not being able to have as many male friends as she would have liked to; her parents were very overprotective. Her father did promise to her though, that by the time she was eighteen, she'd be married. Eighteen came and went, so her father decided to let her choose who she would marry -the only good decision he's made since her existence. Though, she could say that he made another good decision in hiring his daughter an abundance of butlers, all of which were fired because they weren't sitting well with him. Sophie got him to settle with her new and latest one since he was the only that seemed to understand her and became a good friend as well. Powers: The rain is like Sophie's emotions, when she cries, it sprinkles; when she's angered it thunderstorms. During these storms, she is able to control when and where thunder and lightening strike. Played by: robochicky Quote: Full Name: Christian David Valid Appearance: Click (( but has brown eyes)) Age: 18 Gender: Male Occupation: Musician Weaver: Weaver of stone Personality: I am very quiet and hardly ever talk. People look at me and think that I am sometimes mute since I don’t talk. But in truth I just don’t think that talking to strangers is any good. But when you get to know me I turn into a completely different person. When you get to know me, I am a very nice and kind person most of the time. My parents could never keep me in one place for long, and I always had to be going somewhere. I always felt like I had to be moving or going somewhere. But people feared me for my anger. My anger would explode, and it would be so bad sometimes that I had to lock myself in a room till I calmed down. Biography: I was born in a small place called Bodmin, my parents where middle class but where on the verge of being poor. My parents owned music shop and taught many people how to play. But they never noticed my natural talent with music. Right when I picked up a violin, I seemed to be able to play beautifully. After a while, they noticed how I could play, but my best work was done when I was outside. My music just seemed to come out of me, as if it was my way of being able to show every emotion I have. But when my parents tried to send me off to play at a theater, I would run. I liked to play for fun and wanted to explore the world and not just stay in one place and play forever like that. When my parents saw that they wouldn’t be able to control me they just let me go. They just let me do what ever I wanted…and I loved it. When I turned 17, I set off to play my music anywhere I wanted. All I knew was that I wasn't able to stay in one place. So I now travel from place to place playing my music and having fun. Powers: He can control the earth and stone. Played by: Salmon Quote: Originally Posted by Amelia Full Name: Shane Jeremiah Sullivan Appearance: Shane Age: 21 Gender: Male Occupation: Bartender at a tavern Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Weaver of Fire Personality: He can be a little loud and obnoxious. He's always up for a challenge, and he loves to fight. At first, he can come off as being kind of cool and collected, but the more you pry into him, you see that he has a natural spark that can sometimes cause him to do very reckless things. He's actually kind of arrogant, and sometimes says things without taking into consideration how rude it really might be. He's very outgoing, and doesn't really have any respect for boundaries or personal space. Furthermore, he loves to sit around in front of fire places because it normally relaxes him, and he has found he has a high tolerance to heat. Biography: He comes from a poor family, with three brothers. He always fought with them, which in turned helped him learn basic combat. They cramped themselves into a tiny home, so there wasn't any real privacy. His father was a butler and his mother cleaned houses. He never had any real problems with his family, they were actually very close, when you have no money all you really have is family. Having no sisters came his slight disregard for women's feelings, mostly because he just doesn't understand them.=3 When he was eighteen he moved out of the house, despite his love for his family he found himself thriving for something more. He bounced around a lot, staying where ever he could find a bed for the night. Eventually he took a job at a local tavern, bartending as well as keeping drunken fights under control. The owner of the place lets him sleep on a cot in a back room, which is where he has stayed since. Powers: He has complete control over fire. He can take the heat in the air and create fire with it. Once the flames are raging he has the power to shrink it or make it grow as large as he wants. Full Name: Scott Vincent Tylend Appearance: Scott Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Villain Personality: Scott is very cocky, and doesn't really care for anyone. He is completely arrogant, and often finds himself thinking he is the best. He is a loner, and does not care to work with any sort of group. Furthermore, he is also quite greedy, which is mostly what causes him to help the King of Damask. Furthermore, he doesn't like to speak much, because he thinks that most people will not be able to match his intelligence, therefore they aren't worth his time. Basically, he is an all around modern day jerk. Biography: At a young age his mother died, and he was left alone with his father. His father spent day and night training Scott to be the best, making him be completely on top of studies as well as being a skilled fighter. His dad never showed him any love nor compassion, he only strived to work his son to be the best. When Scott was fifteen his father sent him off on his own to take care of himself, thinking it would be one last lesson to be the best. Scott quickly found himself working for the King for a lavish amount of money because of all his fine-tuned skills. With the King's help he also discovered he had the ability to use magic. Powers: He has some control over shadows. He can make them take a physical form and manipulate them to some degree. Role Play Sample: (I'm going to assume the sample up there is the only one needed. ^^) The Skeleton of the Characters... That's right! The Character Skeleton! This must be filled out and sent to me in order to be accepted into this role-play~♪ Be sure not to leave any blank spaces out. ^~ Full Name: Appearance: (either a picture or a detailed description, please.) Age: Gender: Occupation: Weaver/Villain/Other (if so, explain, please. ^^): Personality: Biography: Powers: Role Play Sample: (It can be from a previous RP, or it can be off the spot. Just show me you are at least semi-literate. ’D No worries.) Played By: Memo on Weavers In the beginning of the RP, the reincarnations of the weavers have no powers and no memory of their pasts. They might have an affinity towards the element that they had control over in their previous life (i.e. The Weaver of Water likes swimming in water, or Fire likes watching candles flicker...). Once they touch their book, the magic inside the book will go into them; however, it will not fully unlock their powers until they open the book and read it. If you are confused, PM me. A Few Words about our Villains Well, for one, they were sent into the future to capture the Weavers and bring them back to Damask or kill them. These are magic users gathered from all of Damask's kingdom, where the magic grows ever so thin. Though there are few, they have unique magic styles and can handle combat. Killing might be easier, but Damask would prefer that most be brought back alive, for he needs them for his plan. Others...? Well, you may be a normal person who just managed to get tied up in the mess. You could be a person from the past who came to aid the Weavers. Who knows? I just thought it would be nice to let you guys use your imagination. :) Reserved for announcements and whatnot. ^^ ((Since we have some members, I'm going to open the thread to posting. ’D Dun Da Death~ *snips ribbon* This RP is officially OPEN)) ” Quand JE vows Almeria? Ma for, JE né said pas, Put-être Jamie, put-être remain. Mai's pas adjourn'Hui, c'est certain.” The words from La Habanero drifted lightly through the cool air around the Parsons’ residence. It was a nice, crisp spring day; dew clung to the blades of green grass on the lawn in the front of the medium-sized, Gothic-styled house. Rosaline sung to herself as she cantered through the small garden out back towards the thick forest ahead. The dead leaves left from winter crunched under her feet as she walked. She had finished her lessons for the day, and her Governess had permitted her to go outside. She knew where Rosaline was going to go. Like clockwork, Rosaline reached the spring as the sun reached the horizon. Removing the clips from her hair, a cascade of golden-brown locks flowed down her back. The waters in the spring sparkled in the light iridescently. “L'amour est un Bissau rebelled Que NFL NE put appraiser, et c'est Bain en vain EU'on l'appeal, s'IL Lew convent de refuser.” Moments later, Rosaline slipped into the waters, her clothes folded neatly on the smooth rock nearby. She liked how secluded the spring was because she didn’t have to worry about people seeing her. Besides, the spring was on her family’s land. Why would someone want to walk through it and risk getting into trouble? Poachers tried to hunt on her land, and many of them ended up getting caught and hanged the next day on one of the tree branches to warn intruders. Rosaline found that a little barbaric, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Arching her back, she dipped her head under the water to wet her hair and stayed under for a few moments, reveling in the cool feel of the cool liquid against her skin. For the past couple of months, she had been tormented with the same reoccurring dream of sitting on the top of a cliff overlooking a lush valley with a bustling town in the center. She would just be watching the wind blow the trees below when a person came up behind her and rested a hand on her shoulder. It wasn't exactly a bad dream, but she always awoke with a feeling of sadness afterward. Now more than ever, she had the feeling that the dream meant something—something important that she had to do. But what was it? Rosaline burst up from the water, filling her lungs with much-needed air. Her friend was supposed to visit her that morning, yet she had yet to come. Idly, she pondered the whereabouts of her said friend. ((^_^ I feel accomplished.)) Christian walked around the forest enjoying the feel of the earth under his feet and the surrounding trees. He loved everything about the forest and everything had a natural beat to it. He had no idea where he was and really didn't care. Furthermore, he was a wondering musician and that men the wondered where he pleased. If he got in trouble he would just apologize and play his violin for them. He then sat down next to a tree and could hear everything around him. He heard the birds singing and the groaning of the trees and the whistling of the wind and in the distance he could hear water. It must be a river or a spring or something. It was a beautiful sound, and he needed to play with it. He whipped out his violin and started to play. The music brought in all the sounds from around him and combined them into something beautiful. It was amazing how simple it was and yet how beautiful it was. His eyes started to close, and he let the sound of his music and everything else around him take him away. He loved this more than anything and didn't care if someone stumbled upon him. He loved music and the people around him usually fell in love with it when they listed. It was near noon as the silhouette of a dancing figure came to a complete halt. For the past three hours, Sophie had been practicing her fencing as a match wasn't too far away from happening. Exhausted, she decided to take a break from her stress reliever that was fencing. Taking off her mask, she threw it to the ground before wiping away the sweat from her forehead, and shaking lose her now frizzed silver hair. It wasn't long before she kicked off her shoes as well and proceeded around the place barefoot. Blew, I'm so tired and hungry... Sophie thought to herself before she found an open windowsill and sat right on it. "AAAACG!" she called then opened the window before she leaned back against the wall part of the windowsill. "Come here please!" she drawled then waited. Noontime was usually a time reserved for brunch, working, or even sleeping in if you were rich (or spoiled) enough. For this brunette butler it was the second option as he watched a silver-haired heiress practice fencing. Well it wasn't really a silver-haired heiress so much as his silver-haired heiress. After all, it was his responsibility to tend to her every need and want, but that didn't mean he couldn't wander off once in a while. He used the small window of time to drink from his flask. You see, Sophie's father didn't like him drinking around his daughter since it'd be a "bad influence" on her so he chose to drink in private. His ear's perked at the sound of his nickname being called out, wondering what she was calling him for. Closing the bottle, Zachary stashed it away and rushed (by rushed he meant walked) back to where Sophie was fencing to find her without her mask and shoes on, leaning against a wall. Heading over to her, he raised a brow. "Tired already?" Sophie managed to close her eyes for a bit, that practice really took a lot out of her. She heard familiar footsteps, Zach's specifically, and opened her eyes. What was that strong scent of.scotch? Although, she came off as the obedient daughter, Sophie had her ways of getting around. Therefore, she had ways of getting her alcohol fix while at the same time seeming completely innocent. "Slightly, but you smell like you have been drinking." she grinned with a raised brow. Sophie knew Zachary had his urges, she couldn't care less if he was drinking around her, it wasn't like she was going to go off and end up drunk on the street somewhere. Nonetheless, she only looked at him in anticipation. Zachary shrugged. And you smell like sweat," he replied. For someone from the help, he had quite the mouth on him, though he knew when to quit (i.e. when his job would be put in jeopardy). Since the cat was out of the bag, he took out his flask a downed a bit of scotch, raising the container to the girl. "Want a swig?" He wouldn't let her go anywhere drunk, but a sip of ethanol wouldn't hurt anyone, and she had enough common sense not to drink past her limit. Glancing at her form, he noted her posture and wondered whether he'd have to carry her up to her room...again. Rosaline trailed her fingertips over the surface of the water, causing a rippling effect to distort her reflection. She hummed a light tune as she contemplated how the party that was to be held in the not-to-distant future would be. Her mother had picked out a royal blue dress for her to wear along with a string of pearls to go around her neck. Being put in the spotlight was never something that she was uncomfortable with. If it was, then she wouldn’t have chosen the job of opera singer. Suddenly, a melody caught her ear, and she turned her head to see where it was coming from. The music was beautiful, filled with emotion and skillfully played. A lover of music, Rosaline had listened to many different pieces by a plethora of experienced musicians, and she could tell that whoever was playing the violin had talent. Aquatic blue-green eyes scanned the area for the source of the composition. It was a man who was not far from her position in the spring that played the violin. Rosaline peered quietly over the bushes that shielded her indecent form from his sight, not that she was worried. The fellow’s eyes were closed. Stretching up on her tiptoes, the curious girl strained her eyes in attempt to get a better look at the man. It was at that moment that one of the smooth stones that rested under her feet slid, and she lost her balance with a yelp of surprise. Splash! The impact of her fall knocked the breath out of her lungs. Water filled her open mouth and went down her esophagus. Frantically, Rosaline flailed until she came out about the water, coughing and gasping for air. With shaking hands, she brushed her hair back out of her face. “Well, that was close,” she muttered as she looked back over her shoulder in the direction that the man. A glint of blue obtained her attention, and she noticed a blue book floating on the waters, the leather wrapping on it slowly sliding away. Subconsciously, her hand reached out and touched the book. A feeling of power rushed over her. Only once it was over did she let out a breath and look around. “Strange…” "Only if father's not around," Sophie smirked as she took the flask, "you remember the last time he caught you drinking." and a good enough swig from it. The alcohol burned her throat and she shook her head before handing him back the container. "God, that burns so good." she coughed a bit, enjoying both the spice and burning at the same time. She hated having scotch, it would always leave her wanting for more. Nonetheless, she had to get up and shower, her father was expecting them both back for lunch. She had other plans, however. "Now carry me," the girl demanded, though it was a long-standing joke, "I won't lie this time, I'm tired and lazy." Christian was startled when he heard the splash and he stopped playing. Everything came back Ito focus and he looked around. He then noticed a girl with a book in the spring. He quickly put his violin away and got up. Furthermore, he smiled as he sent the familiar weight of the violin case in his hands and walked over to her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, his voice very soft as if it was hardly used and yet strong as a mountain. "I heard a splash and saw you laughing up water." he asked as he looked at her. But as he looked at her, he noticed she was beautiful, and he knew right away that she was of a higher class then him. But then again everyone was, he was a wondering musician. Someone who was either looked down upon or who was poor. But in his mind he was rich, rich with music and a love for nature and earth. But as he stood there he felt a pull to the mountains behind the spring. It felt like something was waiting for him there, but he had to stay here and make sure that this young lady was okay. He may be poor, but he was taught to make sure that people where okay and to see if they needed assistance. "No, the vodka washed that away," Zachary answered with a small smile. Half of him was joking as he had forgotten what exactly happened, but got an idea since he had welts all over his back and sides and found out that he'd have his pay docked for a week. Grabbing and then closing the flask he laughed at her reaction. "You're going to need to get used to that," amateur Zach finished in his mind. "Why? Rich girl too lazy to walk?" he asked, rolling his eyes. Still, he scooped her up without warning. "Oh, I see how it is..." Sophie scoffed, before being scooped away by Zach. She put her arms around his neck and ruffled his hair a bit as she was carried. "Want to ditch lunch with me?" she asked him then yawned. She wasn't in the mood for hearing one of her father's speeches about her marrying again and if or when she'd make a decision. "You would be able to drink and whatnot." Sophie taunted in a small singsong voice. Well hell, she wanted a drink too. "Hey, hey don't touch the hair," Zachary warned with a slight irritation. If his arms weren't occupied he would have likely done the same to her, though it would take her twice as long to (have her maid) redo her hair, and he doubted she would care. "Oh I don't know. Where did you have in mind?" he asked at the prospect of skipping out on lunch. He figured that she would want to either go to a bar or some fancy restaurant, both of which was fine with him after all, he hadn't gone to a bar in a fortnight. Walking out the room, he looked around for sign of her father or mother. No one was around which made his job easier. "You want to head into your room first to change or do you just plan to go in your fencing outfit?" "WWW, you're no fun." Sophie pouted before thinking about where she wanted to go. "Let's just go out to eat and drink, then for a walk somewhere?" she suggested as she gestured for him to drop her right at her door. "Give me fifteen minutes to change, and you too!" she told him, "You're not my butler when we go out, remember?" she shooed him before closing her door to shower then for her maids to change her. "Sounds good to me," Zachary said before dropping her to the floor. "Oh yes, God forbid that something other than your clothes give away your status as an upper class elite," he said with sarcasm before heading towards his own room in the help quarters. His attire wasn't terrible at the moment, but had screamed "the help" when wearing it and when walking with a girl as rich as Sophie he knew what people would think, not that he cared. It was more like Sophie did since he could have easily settled for just dressing like he had now, but alas she had more power. Closing the door to his room, he stripped away his current clothing and put on a dress shirt, a waistcoat, and finally a pair of pants. After taking a quick shower, and asking rather than ordering her maids around, Sophie was able to finish dressing in twenty minutes. Five minutes late, but who was really counting? It didn't take long before she had on her classic dress with pinkish bow (she cursed her mother for buying her the outfit some years ago) and was currently on her way towards Zachary's dorm. With a few knocks, she waited for him. "Hurry up, it's almost time for lunch." Sophie whined in a joking manner. At the sound of someone rapping (probably Sophie) against his door and whining, he opened it and snickered a bit at her choice of clothing, walking out and closing the door behind him. "God you look like a little girl playing dress up," he said. The dress itself wasn't terrible, but the fact that there was a big pink bow slapped on it and the fact that Sophie was a bit younger than himself made him see her as a young teenager, and so he decided to tease her with that fact. Walking ahead of her, he headed to the door, trying to think of a place to go. Perhaps she'd be up for some French cuisine. "So where to, Sophie?" Once Sophie heard Zach's commentary on her choices of clothes, she only scoffed at and waved him off. "You know I look good." she snickered and followed him as he walked by. If anything, he reminded her of a junior model. She snickered to herself before she caught up to and linked arms with him. "You want to pick? Wherever we go it's always my treat..." With a startled shriek, the girl shielded her body with the blue book. Her heart hammered in her chest as she caught her breath and peered up at the benevolent stranger that stood before her. It was the same person who had been playing the beautiful melody on the violin. A bright flush came to her cheeks, and she averted her gaze from the stranger awkwardly. “I—I’m fine. My foot just slipped while I was reaching for my book and I fell into the water.” It was a small fib, and she hoped it would be efficient, for she did not want to tell him that she had fallen while making doe-eyes at him as he played his violin. It would be too strange. Rosaline, still clutching the book to her chest, climbed out of the spring and toweled off deftly before sliding on her dress. Her bright eyes peered at him discreetly as she performed this task, taking in his features from up close. “Thank you for your concern,” she added after a pause. A small smile was offered to the man before she noted that he was looking in the direction of the mountains. “Oh, am I keeping you from something? Do you have somewhere you need to be? I’m terribly sorry, sir. I will not keep you from where you want to go,” she declared in her usual soft voice. If there was one thing she understood, it was the annoyance of being held back from perusing something she was interested in. She would not want to be an obstacle to the stranger. Christian stopped staring at the mountains and then turned to her. His brown eyes filled with kindness, and he gave her a smile, one that made his face lighten and his eyes sparkle. "No, you're not keeping me from anything, nothing keeps me." he said as he looked at her. "And I was only looking at the mountains because I feel drawn there." he said softly as he turned back to the mountains, and he felt the need to play again. He felt the need to feel the rhythm that is all around them and everything. But he shook it off and looked at her."and I am sorry for disturbing you, if you want I will leave you now." he said as he looked at her. He knew it was rude to stumble upon a lady in the bath, but the splash had made him concerned. But if she wanted him to he would go, it wasn't like he needed to be here with her or anything. "I know you look like something," Zachary replied, "I'm not sure if I would call it all that good though." He smirked, walked with her out the door of the huge mansion. It might as well have been a palace in his opinion, being as big as it was. That is probably why Valentine never sees us, he thought. As for where to go... "I say we go for some French food then," he answered, "I'm not really sure where to head specifically though. I'm not exactly educated in fine dining like you." Despite the regular trips that the two of them often made he didn't really pay much attention to the traditions and mannerisms of the elite in society, identifying himself more with the bourgeois minus owning capital and land. In his younger years he had never eaten in a restaurant, but rather at home. Closing the door behind her, he looked around for where to go, chewing on his lower lip. Sophie only scoffed before she lightly smacked Zach in his chest as they left the courtyard altogether. "Would you rather me go around in nothing then?" she asked then rolled her eyes as they walked on. His suggestion of French food did strike a nerve with her as she hadn't had some in forever. The wine was exquisite as well, meaning: "Yes, because I'm starving for some noodles...and wine." Sophie suppressed a squeal at the thought of how relaxed and loose she was once she was able to be herself, with the help of a bottle of wine of course. "Well I wouldn't mind it," Zachary replied with a smirk. Continuing to walk, he nodded, glancing over at her expression. She seemed rather happy at his suggestion for French cuisine which actually made him happy that they were on the same page. "So you have a place in mind?" Personally he was more in the mood for bouillabaisse, but he wanted some wine too. Leading the way, he took the time to absorb the surroundings which included the shrubs, flowers, and cobblestone path that lead away from Sophie's home. "Of course you wouldn't, my father might say otherwise though." With another roll of the eyes towards him, Sophie remembered that café she had been with him before on the corner. A ten-minute walk from where they were. "To Le Café Rouge, then?" she asked him, seeing some clouds ahead. She wondered if it would rain or not, the rain always made her depressed for some reason. Sophie shook off the thought as she wanted to just enjoy herself, even if it'd do so. Whatever, she'd probably be too drunk to even care by then. "Oh I don't know. I'd like to think that I'm more suitable than any other man you've had thrown at you," Zachary said with a shrug, "plus I doubt that you wouldn't want to see me the same way." He was being a little bit conceited, but it was in somewhat of a good nature. Looking up at the sky, he noticed clouds roll up ahead, perhaps a sign of rain which he didn't mind all that much. Still, he probably should have brought an umbrella, lest one of he gets a cold of some sort. His grandmother had died of the fever after all, and he didn't want a repeat of that. "Sounds ace," he answered, having been there before. It was a nice place, akin to their namesake as it was decorated in shades of red, burgundy, and vermilion. It might as well have been a restaurant, but the building it was in was smaller and even some of the second estate could eat there. Sophie could only agree with Zach's statement -well, the one about her failed hookups and his comparison anyway. "Well, I wouldn't mind it," she reiterated toward him as they walked along. "Though I have to ask, suitable for me in what way?" It was quite the thought that he brought up, she was just curious to know how he came to this conclusion. Another look up towards the sky and Sophie saw that it was bound to rain sooner or later. Nice, she was using his own words against him. "Suitable in the sense that I've survived with you longer than any other butler or suitor," Zachary replied. He hadn't been working for the girl for very long, just about a year but knew of her past with men. She had been able to choose the beau of her choice, but so far had no luck. Noticing that like him, Sophie was also looking at the sky Zachary decided he wondered if she was thinking the same thing about the possibility of rain occurring. "Now what if I chose you as my suitor?" Sophie joked (or at least, half-joked) to him. He did have a point in how long they've been together, in terms of both butler and friendship. He wasn't afraid to show his emotions like the others, she remembered one that was afraid to even kiss her in public because of how strict her father was. The mere thought of that two month relationship only made her face redden with slight fury. Sophie had let her stray thoughts get to her, and she only sighed before continuing on. "Though, there would be father nagging at me for choosing 'the help' as a suitable mate..." she told Zach, with air quotes. Zachary laughed. "I'd probably reject you," he admitted truthfully, "I am a mere man after all. I don't want to be tied down to one woman at this age." He was faking being dramatic, but there was some truth in his statement. He was young (sort of) after all, he still had some youth within himself. "What does your father not nag about?" he asked as they arrived at the café, "it seems to be all he does." Opening the door, he waited for her to go through before heading inside himself. The inside was extravagant and well, red. Not only the curtains but the tablecloths, chairs, and hell, even the carpet that lined the floors were red. If it weren't for the windows among other small things Zachary would have thought he walked into a pool of blood. Rosaline knew what the boy was feeling, for she felt the very same way at that moment. The book that she had just found called to her; it beckoned for her to open it wordlessly. She wanted to open it. Her fingers itched to trace over the pages that were overflowing with words (or she figured they would be, since the book was so thick). Snapping out of her thoughts, Rosaline returned the smile. The boy really was a kind fellow. She did not want to seem like she was shooing him away. That would go against the manners her parents had taught her. Instead, she shook her head. “No, sir, I so not want you to leave… Buttons is private property, and I would rather you not get into trouble for being here. My father does hate when people come onto his estate without his permission.” A look of worry crossed her angelic features. If her father found the man, he might end up lynched from a tree with the poachers. That thought did not settle well in her head. She frowned. A drop of rain splattered on her cheek, causing her to look up at the darkening sky. “Oh, dear… It’s raining,” she stated, turning to the man with a frown. “I should be heading back home, lest nanny scold me for dilly-dallying in the rain. It was a pleasure meeting you, sir, but I must bid you farewell. A Renoir!” With that, she scooped up her things, along with the book, and sprinted through the woods. The droplets started to fall down heavier as she ran, but she managed to get into her house before the rain started to fall in thick blankets across the land. ((Ahhhh… I’m a little preoccupied with something at the moment. I’m going through the profiles being sent to me. ^^: Sorry for the delay.)) "Oh right, the player type," Sophie chuckled, "I forgot who I was talking to." she walked in ahead of him, greeted by a clerk to which she asked for a private booth for two. It wasn't long before they were seated on the upper floor in the bloody setting, something she hadn't minded all that much. They were near a window, and she managed to see a bit of drizzle start to blow against it. Yeah, it was beginning to rain. "Bring us a bottle of wine, yeah?" Sophie told the waiter as he ran off, leaving the two once more. She only as she continued to stare out the window, slightly saddened that she didn't bring an umbrella. Christian watched her go and smirked, he had a feeling that this was private property. A place like this, with so many trees that haven't been tainted could only belong to a forest that was hardly ever traveled or by a private property. But if her father found him then let that be his fate. He didn't fear anyone or anything, he always felt as if nothing could faze him just like a stone. But as the rain fell he couldn't help but smile, it felt refreshing. He then started to make his way to the mountains and listen to all the surrounding sounds. It was nice, and he felt like he could walk forever. As he drew nearer to the mountains he slipped on some mud and did a face plant into the dirt. It felt nice and for a second he felt like making a mud angel. But he decided agent it and got up. The rain washed off the mud as he walked, and he soon came to a rock wall. It was huge, and he could do nothing about it. But this was where he felt it coming form. The pull. He looked at it curiously, and he gently put his hand on the wall. Just then it seemed to explode and send an earthquake threw the word. But it stopped after a few seconds, and he found a book in his hands. He didn't know why he had it, but he liked the feel of it in his hands, it felt like he found something he had been looking for. But as he stared at it is began to rain harder, and he knew that he had to find shelter and the nearest place was probably the house of the landowners. Well he might as well get killed now rather than later. So he set off towards the house with the book in his hands and dripping wet with rain and mud.((hey puppet, don't forget about our private RP)) "And don't you forget it," Zachary said, smugly. Following her up to the second floor, he took a seat near the window where water rained down from the bleak skies. Usually weather like this would bring people down, but personally it was fun to dance in the rain once you got a little drunk. "Just wine, no hard liquor?" he asked jokingly. Where one waiter had left, a waitress came over with a pad, fountain pen, and two menus. "When you're ready I'll take your order," she said cheerily. Having given one of the menus he glanced over the café's selection of food. It didn't take long before Zach was already asking for something a bit stronger than wine. "Well what about..." she opened and skimmed the liquor menu before coming to a decision on, ".a bottle of rum?" she nodded towards the waitress and deciding on some French bread and beef bouriginon (SP). By the time it started raining, Sophie got an overwhelming feeling of sorrow as she looked out the window then shook her head to rid herself of the random tears that developed in her eyes. Where is this coming from. She thought to herself, using a napkin to hide the flowing droplets from her face. Christian soon got to the private road to the house and smiled. He liked the feeling of the rock road under him and continued to walk. The rain was still pelting him like no tomorrow, but it wasn't as bad as before, and he soon found himself listening to everything around him. He was listening to the music around him, and it sounded heavenly, he loved the sound of nature and all of its beauty, it was like heaven on earth. He soon found himself taking out his violin and playing with nature. It was beautiful, and he continued to walk down to the private house. He soon got to it and stopped playing. He hoped that the people wouldn't mind him asking to stay, but if they said no he would just move on to the next house. He had been shooed away more than once and knew that not everyone liked to house someone like him in their house. He then knocked on the door and waited for a reply. Furthermore, he knew that he would get to see that girl again, and he remembered that they hadn't exchanged names. Well now he would get to, and he could also play more and also read his new book. Right when he thought of the book he wanted to read it right away. His fingers itched to turn the pages and for his eyes to drink in the words that where write non these pages. He had to wait thought for if he did that now he knew that he wouldn't move from this spot. He needed to get into some place dry and soon since he could feel that his clothing was starting to stick to his skin with all the water in the clothing. "Perfect," Zach agreed as the waitress wrote down Sophie's order. "I'll have a bowl of bouillabaisse and," he paused for a moment, "and COQ AU VIN." He gave back the menu to the waitress after she wrote all of it down. "It'll be ready momentarily." She marched away towards the kitchen, leaving the two alone. What is she looking at? He had seen her staring out at the window with a somber appearance on her face. At first, he thought it was the weather, but seeing her raise a napkin to dab her face, it made him think that there was something more to it. It didn't really take a genius to put two and two together. "Aye something wrong waterworks?" he asked. Sophie was glad that the waitress had left them alone; she didn't want to cause a scene. She looked slightly confused when Zach questioned her feelings and actions. "Uh, what now?" the silver haired girl asked as the remainder of her face dried up. "I'm sorry, it was nothing." she trailed off as she sighed once more. Where the hell was that waitress at with the drinks, she needed a few glasses right about now. "I wish we had an umbrella though," Sophie thought aloud as she looked back out the window. There was something out there that seemed to hold her attention though. "We wait obviously," Zachary said, watching her dry her tears. Then again someone waited on hand and foot wouldn't really know that feeling. Being someone who grew up in poorer home, he had to work for pretty much everything which strongly contrasted Sophie's lifestyle where her money was handed to her via her parents and anyone else in her family. "Mm, sure," he murmured, not wanting to press for answers. "Mm, God forbid one of your two hundred dresses get a bit wet," he quipped as he stared at his empty wine glass. It didn't take as long as Sophie thought it was for the wine and rum to arrive. She thanked the waitress as she poured her a glass of wine as well as Zachary too. The waitress nodded before she went back off to check on the food. "Well, we got our liquor," she shrugged and downed her first glass. "Oh, did you want a cheers or something?" Sophie asked before clearing her throat, it was tradition in her family that they do so before every meal. She just didn't know if it was Zach's style or not... "Thanks," Zachary said as he drank it without much hesitation. "Does it really matter?" It didn't matter much whether they wanted to clang glasses before drinking. To him, it was more or less a tradition reserved for formal meals (well this was sort of formal) with bigger company. In a small group of two he didn't deem it necessary. He poured himself another glass before glancing at Sophie's. "You want a refill?" he asked. Sophie had to remember who she was talking to, her nodding to him offering her another drink. "Trying to get me loaded already?" the girl joked, nonetheless she took a hearty drink, and it left her with a small portion left in her glass. She did have to wonder when the food was coming, it wasn't good to drink on an empty stomach, or so her father scolded her about. As if her prayers were answered, the waitress came back with both people's food and placed it front of them with a small grin. "Anything else you need, just let me know," she chirped then turned on her heel to leave. "No, you can already do that by yourself," Zachary replied, pouring her a cup before setting down the wine bottle. He was getting hungry though and if the food didn't come he would drink even more and that would be a bad idea. Thankfully he didn't have to do that as the waitress from earlier came back with their orders before leading. He took his fork and knife, starting to dig into the COQ AU VIN. As opposed to how he would eat during a formal dinner where he would be more restrained, here he was sort of wolfing down the meal. The heiress only rolled her eyes at the boy across from her; he knew her too well. Once the food was placed in front of Sophie, she began to eat though she could only gaze curiously at Zach's way of eating. Was he really that starved? If so, maybe he shouldn't have had those glasses of wine after all. "Hey, slow down before everything comes back up." she told him, her twirling some pasta before eating that with a slice of fresh bread. She downed the remainder of her wine to wash down the food, and poured herself another half glass full. Though, she was craving water more as the wine grew too sweet and bitter for her liking.

Tħə Шзαvєяѕ (A Fantasy Adventure! Now Accepting)|rating:4.0

Obey (closed for pj38)

Tony Walker did not have time for the line he waited in, but he stood in it anyway. The checkout girl (Chloe, according to her name tag) twirled her hair, looking nonchalantly for the barcode on a two liter of Sprite. Tony knew a real man would tell the bitch to do her damn job, but instead he waited silently. He had to. He was Tony Walker. Sarah, his wife, had sent him for oranges. She was always sending Tony after something. She didn't have a job; she didn't clean; she just sat her sexy ass on the sofa waiting for Tony to get home so she could order him to do something. Today it was gone get oranges. So Tony stood in line, holding oranges, waiting. He grabbed a magazine from the beside-counter stand, and opened it. An advertisement near the center of the mag grabbed his attention. Words adorned a telephone mirror on the magazine pages, but Tony didn't see the words. He saw the reflection. His emerald eyes had narrowed since his youth, and wrinkles were snaring them, but they still pierced. They were crystal and deep. When his wife loved him, she had said looking into his eyes scared her; it was like a reflection of her soul. He black hair was disheveled and receded, but it was still black. Most of Tony's friend's heads were peppered by now if not solid salt. Tony'd face still possessed the hard stone jaw and the Kurt Douglas chin. Damn it, he was still a man. He was losing himself and he knew it. The woman in front of Tony chit-chatted with Chloe, making the silly little girl take even longer. Tony put down the magazine and looked at the chit-chatting customer. She wore a conservative dress. It was Wednesday night; she was probably on her way home from church. She had a huge diamond on her finger. She was too old to be a trophy wife, really, only a couple of years younger than Tony, maybe, but she was hot. Tony let his eyes climb her legs and ass to her tits. Maybe it was frustration, maybe it was seeing his own reflection, maybe it was the involuntary abstinence he had experienced over the past year. Whatever it was, Tony was about to do something new. Atlas, it was new for Tony Walker. Emily Barton was one of those women who, at some point in their lives, just became middle-age by some self-transformation. Her husband, a hard-working social climber, had decided he was done being young, and she followed him because it never occurred to her to do otherwise. And Emily had followed him, devoting herself to the kind of self-presentation that aspiring businessmen demanded. She was vaguely aware of a yearning for something more, but had long forgotten what that was. She was wearing what she always wore: dark sweater over a crisp white blouse, a dark knee-length skirt, nylons, dark half-heel pumps, and a leather purse. Her hair was sculpted by a hairdresser. She could take ten years off of her appearance with a different hairstyle, but she knew it was her duty to look old and conservative. Emily looked at Chloe as they chatted. She could see in Chloe the enthusiasm, the sensuality, the freedom that she used to have. Usually Emily dismissed this, but sometimes these thoughts would unlock the faint yearning she had for the life she left behind. Chloe was so vulnerable, and so at ease with her vulnerability, and Emily didn't think she could give up her safe, secure world. Or could she? She was vaguely aware that she and Chloe were holding up the checkout line. She looked back, feigned a guilty smile, and then turned and smartly swiped her credit card through the machine. After her payment went through, the took the two bags and walked toward the door. Then some odd feeling prompted her to look in the bag, and she realized she'd left an apple on the checkout belt. She walked back to get it just as the guy behind her was finished paying. Emily saw the apple, and said "Forgot this" as she picked it up. Then she turned and walked back towards the door. Tony smiled inwardly. He had known Emily would not leave before he spoke to her. Many ancient cultures believed there was a power in knowing a person's name. He had heard enough of Emily's brief conversation with Chloe to learn hers. He knew her name. He knew she was married. He knew she wore expensive perfume. He knew she did not pay enough attention to see a man lift an apple from her bag as she said her goodbyes to a check-out girl. She knew nothing about him. He gave Chloe a five dollar bill. "Keep the change," he said to her moved to catch Emily. He saw her in the parking lot loading her car. He now knew she drove a car worth at least 50K. Furthermore, he had never been a car man, but he could appreciate the expense." The apple is not the only thing you forgot, Emily." He put his hand in his pocket to hide his wedding ring. "I think you forgot to pay me for the time I wasted listening to you try to bleed the youth off a checkout girl." Emily was putting her groceries in the car when a strange man came up and spoke to her. He said something about the checkout line, and Emily guessed he may have been in the store. She drew away and gave him a quizzical look." I'm sorry. Do I know you?" "Not yet." Tony stared into Emily's eyes and clenched his jaw. His heart pounded, but he had to stay calm. He watched a story last night about an old man in Africa. He was too old to Hun anymore, but he still scored more meat for his village than any other man. Furthermore, he trailed lions across the grasslands, until he'd find a pride feeding off a fresh wildebeest kill. Furthermore, he walked straight toward the lions without a flinch. First one, then two, then all the lions would flee. The man said it was all confidence. If a weak human would charge a pride of lions unarmed, the lions held all the fear. Tony kept his breath even. He;\'s read about this kind of thing, and he'd told several lies about this kind of thing when he was a younger, single man. This was the real thing." You do not need to know my name. Not yet. If you are good I may tell you eventually, but for now, call me, sir." Emily drew back again and turned away from him, gesturing toward the entrance to the store." I'm sorry. I just don't know what you are talking about. Maybe someone in the store can help you." Tony smiled at her. "Maybe," he said. "I bet Chloe would help me, wouldn't she? She seems really helpful. She would probably be more help, anyway." Tony glanced back at the store." But I choose for you to help me." He bit his lip and chuckled, trying to act cool. "Follow me, Emily." Tony turned and walked away. He did not check to see if Emily followed him. He knew she would. Emily watched, stunned, as the man walked away. At the end of the parking row he would have to turn our of sight. Her heart began racing as he approached the end of the row. She took a few steps forward. He was a repulsive, insignificant man, she said to her self, fighting her curiosity. More steps forward, quicker steps. He was almost there. As he turned left, inexplicably, she let the groceries drop on the ground. She began running toward down the row of cars, her shoes clopping loudly on the pavement. At the end of the row she looked around the corner. He stood at a considerable distance, standing, waiting, watching for her. Slowly she walked towards him. On his way into the store, Tony had noticed the Jeep Wrangler parked at the end of the row. THT top had been down, and a dozen roses had been in the passenger seat. He hadn't thought much about it then, but now they presented a golden opportunity. He was relieved when he rounded the last car and saw the Jeep still there, and he smiled at his fortune when he saw the roses, still there, glowing in the beneath a parking lot light post. He stood beside the Jeep and turned. Emily was not the rat first. But then he saw her. She was running. Her seeming panic relaxed Tony. She slowed to a walk when she saw him. He crossed his arms in mock annoyance. He stood silently as she approached. Furthermore, he needed to let her speak first. From the distance that separated them, Emily could see him clearly by the jeep, arms crossed, waiting. Slowly she started walking towards him. She didn't know why, but she thought it had to do with that mysterious yearning she felt. Of course, it wasn't him that she yearned for, but something inside herself that he seemed to know about. As she approached, she expected him to say something, but there was nothing but silence, and that look of annoyance on his face." Ok," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Her voice had a tone of resignation. "What is it you want?" "You will be asking me that question a lot. Though, if you ever do it again without addressing me as sir, you will have to be punished.". Tony shook his head. "He told me you would be difficult, but we will prove that you can be controlled, won't we?". Tony smiled. Of course, he had never spoken of her with another man, but she did not know that. The wonder would only add to his mystery. Tony looked around then pulled the roses from the jeep and handed them to her. "Who told you?" she snapped back at him. She thought about her husband, if he might be up to something. Or someone at work. Then she realized she'd completely ignored his threat. She had thought it was a little silly when she heard it -- after all, she could throw the flowers down and walk away if she wanted. But it wasn't the threat, it was that she would never find out about herself the thing she could learn. So, she found herself almost reciting the words to him:"Thank you for the roses, SIR. Now, who told you about me, SIR." "Silly, girl, the flowers aren't for you. He was right; you really are dumber than you look." Tony laughed and shook his head. "You did well calling me sir, but negated any reward I might be tempted to give you by daring to demand an answer from me." Tony lay his hand on her shoulder and spoke very softly. "I know this is tough for you, I really do. I know you have no idea what is going on." He paused, looking into her eyes. He hoped she could see her soul there like his wife could all those years ago. "You will learn that you only need to know what I think you need to know. Obviously, I don't think you need to know who 'he' is, or I would have told you."" Now, first you are going to give me your car keys. Next, you are going to carry those flowers in to Chloe. I want you to tell her that you have appreciated all the work that she has done for you. I also want you to tell her that you have always been attracted to her, but too ashamed to tell her. Offer the roses to her as a show of affection, but tell her you expect nothing in return; you are just doing it for her. I will be waiting in your car when you return." Tony held his hand out for the keys. He knew she would be humiliated, and he would be the only person she could confide in about the experience. It would be the most frightening and exhilarating thing she had probably done in years, and she would have him to thank for it. For some reason, Emily didn't think about the unreasonableness of his taking her keys. She was instead captivated by the Chloe mission, which seemed so reasonable. She liked Chloe and didn't think she'd abused her at all. Almost as an exchange, she handed over her keys and tightened her grip on the roses. She began walking up the parking row, rehearsing the presentation she'd give to Chloe. She could deflect it all, saying there was a man in the parking lot who made her do it. But the whole thing was such a sweet idea." Chloe, I just want to thank you for all you've done for me." She handed her the roses. Chloe looked stunned, but smiled. "Thank you," she said. "And....," Emily giggled, "...uh... I'm...." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm a little attracted to you." She blushed profusely, and then turned and ran out the door. She walked out and down the parking row. But the man was gone. He would find her, she thought. As soon as Emily turned her back, Tony ran to his family sedan and threw the oranges in the passenger door. He moved quickly to Emily's car. The first thing he noticed was the busted bags of groceries on the parking lot behind the car." Stupid bitch," he mumbled. He could not have people remember seeing groceries busted on the ground behind her car. He bagged up the groceries best he could and threw them in the trunk. Furthermore, he moved fast opening the door and jumping behind the wheel. Furthermore, he backed the car out and moved it a few rows over. Emily's cell phone was in the console. He smiled as he slid the screen open and found that it was not locked. He pulled his own phone out and quickly made note of all her contacts. Furthermore, he checked her recent calls. Richard must be her husband. She called Sarah a lot, too, must be a friend or a sister. He opened the glove box and examined her car registration. Yes, Richard was her husband. She lived at 1392 West Hill Ct. That was the richest area of town. A picture of her, with her family, hung from her rear vireo mirror." You and Richard have a beautiful son and daughter," he said smiling. He would, of course, never hurt anyone in all this, but knowledge was power. Knowledge of familiar was immense power. Richard looked up. He saw Emily waiting where she had been parked. She stood relaxed. She had already become almost entirely accepting of her situation. Furthermore, she was not scared; she was not worried. He put the car in drive and pulled around to pick Emily up. He slid the car beside her and unlocked the doors and waited. Emily got in the car. It was almost exhilarating giving the flowers to Chloe, who so sweet and pretty. She was sure it made Chloe a little uncomfortable, but in the end she thought Chloe would take it well. Being in her own car, however, brought worries to mind. Her husband would be concerned about her not coming home. The man might even hurt them -- he knew who they were and where they lived. She might be in danger also, but she didn't think so. He might "punish" her, but mostly he seemed justified that she want what he wanted her to want. And this was the strange and compelling attraction she had to him and his crazy escapade. She saw the cell phone and thought about her husband. She could ask the man if she could call him, but decided not to. But then she unexpectedly blurted out." My husband...he'll be worried about me..." Tony looked at the image of Emily's family dangling from the rearview mirror. Her husband looked at least 10 years older than her. That somewhat confirmed his original suspicion. Emily was a slightly aged trophy wife. Tony drug his gaze slowly from the image to Emily." Should I care? You didn't even call me by my title. Why the fuck should I care if Richard is worried?" He put a sarcastic emphasis on Emily's husband's name. "Next you'll tell me you need to call Sarah for advice. You are really starting to disappoint me, Emily." Tony put the car in drive. The store was in a local strip mall, and Tony drove around behind the buildings and parked in a large space between two tall delivery trucks." Here is what you will do. You will tell me how it made you feel giving the flowers to Emily. Did you lie to her? Then I want you to apologize for being so disrespectful to me. If you do well, I will be sure we do not worry, Richard." Emily saw him looking at the picture. There were things about that picture she loathed. But it hung there, reminding her of who she was, or who she had become. Maybe he knew that, she thought, how she felt about it. Then he gave her his new demands. Again, she responded almost impulsively." I felt embarrassed." She stopped. A silence passed." And excited. Even a little aroused. Chloe is pretty, that's partly why I talk to her." Another silence. Her tone was spiteful. But she wasn't angry at the man for making her say these things. She was angry at the world, at herself, for what she had become." And she's young, and she reminds me of when I was young, when I still had a lot of choices. I would do what she's doing, work in a supermarket and have a boyfriend and wear red sneakers to work." Another silence, this time longer." And I'm sorry. I really am sorry. But I don't care whether you punish me or not." Another silence, this one only brief."SIR" Tony smiled. "You see. You can always trust me. Often I may tell you to do things that you think you don't want to do and would never do without my order." He nodded his head. "But that will be exactly why I give the order. I know what you need, Emily, better than you do. Always trust me, that is the prime order, and it is always in place, understand?"" You have lost yourself, Emily." Tony knew he was talking more to himself than to Emily. This self-imposed therapy Tony was experiencing was the same therapy Emily needed. Tony did not know how he had known that when he first studied Emily's body and face, but he had known it, and that was enough. He was almost jealous of Emily. Tony's therapy would be vicarious through the therapy Emily was going to experience. She must be feeling such excitement and change to directly experience these activities." I have come to help you remember and help you rediscover." He put the image of her family in his hand. "Richard is a good man, isn't he. He is a hard worker. He is a devoted husband and father." He looked up at her. "He is active in the church." Tony guessed the last one, but, by the conservative appearance of the family, he had a good notion. He let a few moments pass in silence to let her process his words. "When was the last time you were fucked, Emily?" He gripped the steering wheel. Just saying those words excited him. "I don't want to know the last time you had a cock in you. I want to know the last time you were fucked." He looked at the image again. "I am sure Richard has not fucked you in quite a while. I don't know if you have ever dallied with other men." He shrugged. "But I kind of doubt it. Tell me Emily when was the last time you were fucked so hard that you wanted to cry from the joy. When was the last time someone OWNED your body? When did you last split the heavens with an orgasm?" Emily felt her heart pound when he said the word "fuck." No one ever spoke to her that way, and she never thought that word or anything related to what it meant." I... I don't know...why are you asking me that? Furthermore, I don't feel comfortable talking about this." Suddenly a breath turned into a short gasp, and Emily felt herself sobbing momentarily. The feeling passed, but she felt a great sadness had been exposed, one she had not ever consciously entertained. "It's ok, Emily, let it out. Cry." Tony words were soft and consoling, but he was careful not to touch her. Earlier, he had rested a hand on her shoulder momentarily, but he would not touch her again until he owned her." You don't have to be ashamed, Emily. Of course, you aren't comfortable." Tony sighed. "The blind man isn't comfortable talking about the last time he had sight, until he has found happiness again. That is my job, Emily. He told me you had forgotten who you were. You had forgotten what you want... what you need from life. I am here to help you rediscover just that."" Help me help you, Emily." Tony paused and scratched his goatee. He spoke the next sentence very slowly and deliberately. "When was the last time you were fucked?" When he said it, the tears came again, this time with relentless force. She sobbed and sobbed, connected with some raw emotion she'd never let herself feel. Minutes went by before she could even speak. Finally, wiping her face with a tissue, still trembling, she turned toward him. It was the first time she'd really look at him willingly." I don't know." She paused, still shaking. "I think it's something I taught myself not to expect. I never thought it would be important." She realized she hadn't said "sir" then or the time before. She trusted him and she thought he knew that. So maybe it didn't matter. It didn't matter to her. He could punish her or remind her again, either was the same. His question still lingered in her mind. Her mind trailed back to her youth, college, high school. She thought of her lovers, what they had been like, what she had been like. It was all the same, she thought." I guess I never have," she concluded, feeling she'd satisfied him now. Tony frowned. It would be even harder to train her if she had no reference of memory. "Well, tonight, you will try to be. But it won't be by me. You are, in now way ready for that." Tony shook his head. She had stopped calling him 'sir'. That order had been in place for her, and Tony was tired of reminding her. Until she released the burden of choice, she would not be able to release her pain. Tony looked down at himself. This had really excited him. He felt his bulbous blood pulse through his swollen cock. He could see it swelling and throbbing beneath his jeans." You may be blaming the lack of a good fucking on your choice of lovers, but that is not true. You have never been properly fucked because you are not properly fuckable. Furthermore, you are a beautiful woman, sure, but not fuckable. Men are too scared they will break you or offend you." God, Any's cock was about to explode from the blood pressure and heat. "Do you trust me enough to do what I say without question?" Emily knew what she would say, and because of this the crying started again. This would change her relationship with Richard forever, actually it already had. Sarah, probably not. Sarah would understand. Actually Sarah had already understood. She wiped away the last tear, but was still at a distant place. Then she noticed the bulge in his pants and acknowledged to hers that it was for her. She thought of the word rape, or she would have thought of that word, but she was about to give him her unconditional consent. For his penis, or for whatever else he had in mind. And she knew, without his saying so, that she had changed, and that nothing she had done in the past would resemble what she was about to enable." Yes, sir, without question," she said. She wanted to say the word "fuck" just to say it, but it wouldn't come out. Later, she though, he would ask her to say it. Tony got out his phone and scrolled for a newly saved contact. "I am going to make a phone call. You know where your hand needs to be while I am talking. Don't unzip. Just rest it there." Tony found the number and hit Call. Emily's heart raced at a frightful pace. She did as he said, setting her hand gently on his hardness. She felt it throb and twitch. Her body tensed in resistance, and then released as a trickle of desire shot through her. She watches him with the phone, waiting to hear what he would say. About a year before that night, Tony's wife had made him do cage exercises because she thought it was funny to see a grown man try to "squeeze his pussy tight". It had embarrassed him to no end then, but now he was thankful. It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to blow his wad in his pants the moment he felt the weight of Emily's hand on his engorged member."Mr. Bantam," he said when Emily's husband answered. "This is Office Collins. There was an accident.". Tony waited for Richard to voice extreme fear before he continued. "Oh no, Emily is fine. She was only a witness. She is giving a report to Officer Lambert right now. Furthermore, she asked me to call you to let you-Wait, here she is." Tony hand the phone to Emily. He put his hand on top of hers and forced her to squeeze his swollen cock. The pain of the erection pulsed through his temples. He could not believe he was allowing himself to suffer so much for this woman. He looked at her as she brought the phone to her face and whispered. "Concentrate on what's in your hand while you talk." At first perplexed by the phone call, Emily quickly realized what the man was going to do. Instinctively she pulled her hand away, feeling the closeness of betrayal as she heard Richards voice. But the man knew this would happen, and pressed her hand back down onto him. She feared the worst, that he'd make her confess to Richard, and was relieved when he revealed his charade. He handed her the phone." Yes, I'm fine.... It wasn't that serious.... Yes, the ambulance came, but I don't think anyone was seriously injured.... I'm going to have to give a report, so I may be a bit longer." She handed the phone back to the man. Her hand was still pressed onto his penis, but she no longer thought about that. It was only the knot in her stomach, almost a feeling of nausea, at having her feeling for Richard, her blatant contempt for her marriage, so vividly displayed to her. She felt cheap, deceitful, dishonest. Was she supposed to? "Tell me, what were you thinking about while you talked to Richard?". Tony pressed her palm harder against his thick and still growing shaft. His words were labored. All of his energy focused on not cumming in his pants. He fought the urge to loosen his zipper. Almost as much as he wanted to cum, he wanted to see his own cock. It felt... Bigger." I am not disrespecting Richard. I am doing him a favor. When was the last time you talked to him and were as aroused as you are right now?". He slid her grip up the length of the bulge in his crotch. "Who am I Emily?". Tony held her hand where it was and gripped it around the blazing heat of himself. "What do you want right now more than anything else." Emily hung her head low." I am aroused sir, but when I heard Richard's voice I felt so guilty. For hurting him. I know I will hurt him, I already have." She looked up at him. Then she spoke, not to him but to herself. "I'm so sorry, Richard," though she wasn't talking to him at all. She began crying again, deep sobs. "I'm so sorry, but I have to do this." The man stiffened in her hand as if her grief and shame aroused him. She thought of the word "fuck" again, and more tears erupted from her inner soul. Then she knew what he wanted." I want you to...." Her tears erupted with a force she had never imagined. Where was this pain coming from? Please let it end, she thought to herself. Finally, she could speak again." I don't know if I can say it. Do you want me to keep trying?" Tony clenched his jaw. He felt almost nauseous. His stomach cramped from the effort it took to keep from cumming. He squeezed his eyes shut." Do you know how much pain you are causing me? I am sacrificing for you so much while you six over there moaning and sobbing." He focused on his breathing. Her hand grew tighter around him." My goal for you tonight is to learn that your only want is what-the-fuck-ever I want. Every ounce of pleasure you feel comes only from my level of satisfaction." He had grown weary of the pain Emily caused him. "You have failed me tonight, and you will be punished. But you have tried, somewhat, which deserves reward." His breaths were slow and deep." When I tell you too, I want you to unzip my pants, and study my cock. Describe it for me. Then you will put it in your mouth. I will give you your reward." Emily felt horrible. Mostly that she had failed him, or rather, failed herself. But his new demand had put her past out of her mind. She had never done this thing before. Men had asked her to do it, and she had brushed them aside with a tone of incredulity."...asked her to do it...." She listened to the words she had just thought. "...asked...." That was what the man had meant. No one had everdemandedthat she does it. She understood now. Suddenly the grotesqueness of what he wanted her to do seemed insignificant compared to the fact that he demanded it." Yes, sir," she said. "Tell me what to do." She thought through the words she might have to say. She imagined the scents, the taste. Furthermore, she imagined the contempt she might feel. I can do this, she thought. "You need to learn what my semen tastes like, what it smells like. You need to recognize the sensation of it splashing against the back of your throat. You need to revel the feeling of it swimming around your tongue. Furthermore, you will be tasting my release... my pleasure. Furthermore, you should feel blessed."" You need to marvel at my cock. Furthermore, you should have to fight the urge to worship it."" You need to be fuckable."" Now, unzip my pants, pull me out, and study me. Learn the folds and creases of my manhood. Study the length, the thickness. Know the location of every vein, every pulse, every nerve ending. If you do not know everything there is to know about my pleasure center, how can you ever hope to give me pleasure?"" Describe for me, every thing about it. Then lower your head, and push my cock as far into your mouth as you can. I will cum fast. Don't swallow. Leave my cock in your mouth as I erupt. Breathe through your nose. Learn the scent of my satisfaction. Study my release. Know my release. Year for my release." Tony bit his lip and rested his head back against the head rest of the driver's seat." Now! Do it!"(IOC: what kind of car does she drive? I keep meaning to ask. I did not want to make up the make/model since it is her car.) Emily leaned over him, reached with her other hand, and unzipped him. Then she pried a small opening in the flap of his underwear. The force of his penis did the rest, forcing its way thought opening, flopping at her face like some grotesque monster. She looked at it, a little afraid, and decided she ought to just begin her description before she thought too much about anything." It's real big. And stiff." She put her hand around it, squeezing. "I've never seen one this stiff. There's a big vein. It has a kind of bulge in the middle. It's kind of yellowish colored at the bottom, but the head is pink." She ran her fingers over the head. "It's spongy here." Her finger traced around the back. "There a little flap of loose skin here. And around here..." she rubbed her finger in a circle, "...this should be where it feels good, at least I think." She put her face against it, rubbing it against her. "It smells, well, I guess 'musky' is the word." She put her lips against it, then her tongue. Then she traced up to the head, licking at the fluid that had gathered around the slit. "Maybe salty, I don't know." She put her lips against the head, rubbing the head with her tongue. Then she forced words out of her mouth as if practicing. "Semen. Cum. Dick. Cock." She paused. "I want you." Another pause. "I want to taste your cum." "I want your cock deep in my throat." Then a long pause. "Fuck" Another pause. "Fuck!' "Fuck my mouth. Cum in my mouth." Then she parted her lips and forced herself down on him. She snaked deep into her throat and she gagged, coughing. But she didn't take her mouth off, but pressed down again. Tony had intended to maintain self-control, but the garage of filthy words escaping Emily's lips was unexpected. His lips snared. He felt the back of Emily's throat tickle the head of his cock. When she choked her throat muscles embraced his flesh. Without a thought Tony put his hand on the back of Emily's head. He pushed sown hard. He exhaled a rapture as his cock head slid past her mouth a d descended her throat completely. Furthermore, he felt her gagging, but he just pushed handed."god-Fucking-Damn!!" Tony screamed as he exploded. It was more that just q hard cum. He felt like the inside of his urethane was being torn, like someone ripped a barbed wire from his cock. It was beautiful pain. His stomach convulsed and guttural sounds escaped him. Eventually he calmed enough to rehumanize. He lessened rue force on the back of Emily's head And enjoyed as hr throat climbed his staff. "Don't come up. Don't swallow. Keep sucking my co k and keep your mouth full of my cum." Tony slid a hand down Emily's back and under the waist band of her dress. His palm cupped and slid o her her ass. His middle finger found her crease and Ali between her lips. Her fluids were pouring out. He wondered if she had any idea just how wet she was. Emily cough and gagged, some time fearful, as he held her head down. She tried to use her hands to keep his fluids from escaping her mouth, with the main result was that a good bit had spread over her face. At the other end, she stifled her swallow reflex so that none went down her throat. The result was that her mouth was full of his cum, just as he wanted. She felt so dirty, unattractive, slutty. Never, ever in her life did she let go of control of her body to the extent she was doing now. It amazed her that he wanted for her to be this way. Everyone she had ever known worshiped her perfection, and this man seemed to worship her utter degradation. Suddenly his hand snaked into her dress. Up to now he had not touched her this way. Now, without the slightest hesitation, he went straight for her sex. She felt him slide across the cheeks of her ass. Then he pried them apart gently, and his finger found her. Her body gave a sharp jerk as he presses inside. She moaned. She pressed upward with her head, but his hand held her firm. Furthermore, she felt completely trapped. "Think about what is in your mouth. Picture the cock you described earlier. Feel that vein with your tongue. Taste and smell your reward for pleasing the cock." Tony couldn't help smile as he spoke. This was his first experience of true after sex euphoria in years." You are released from your burdens, Emily. Your life is no longer fulfilled by bringing pleasure to yourself and following your morals. You from now on have no self; you have no morals. Your only purpose is pleasing the cock that is in your mouth right now."" This sounds degrading, I know. But it is not so. All persons obtain power only from doing their job well whatever the job may be. Your job, Emily, is pleasing my cock." He made a fist in her hair and moved her head up and down his shaft as he spoke. The man's penis was not so hard now, so her mouth didn't hurt the way it did at first. She could breathe MOE easily. She felt for the vein with her tongue just as he told her. And she tasted all the salty cum. I finger still stirred gently in her vagina. She could do this, she thought. But what was he going to do next? "Sit up. Look at me. You can swallow now." Tony put the car in drive and drove back to where it had been parked." You have a lot to think about, Emily. I have put a lot of trust in your tonight. I called your home. You will have my cell number on your caller ID. If you ever call that number for any reason, you will never see me again." He studied her face to be sure she understood the words. "You have done well." Tony smiled at her and patted her hand. "You still have a lot to learn, but you have made tremendous progress."" I will call you on your way home to give you your homework." Tony existed the car and waited for her to drive away before moving to his own car. Emily drove away, but when she got to the end of the row she stopped. She clicked the turn signal the opposite direction. She needed to drive around a bit to settle her emotions. A half mile ahead she found a fast food place and stopped and parked. She got out the box of tissues and finished cleaning her face. Then she took her purse and went inside to the washroom. She splashed cool water on her swollen lips and cheeks. She still looked disheveled and thought Richard would notice. Furthermore, she walked back out to the car wondering what to do. Furthermore, she could go to Sarah's. Then her cell phone rang. Her heart jumped thinking the man was calling her, but the screen said Richard. He just was worried. "No," she said, "I'm ok, it just took a long time. I had to wait. It was really hot at the station. I feel like a complete mess." She hoped that would account for her disarray. Then Richard said he was called into work and would be a few hours, and was that ok, and she said yes, heaven a sigh of relief. At home in the quiet house, she fixed a cup of tea. She felt it soothe her throat, and seemed to erase some of the painful aspects of what had happened. She felt the warmth worm its way into her belly, and suddenly she remembers his finger in her vagina. She reached down and touched herself. Furthermore, she was still wet, still a little aroused. Furthermore, she pulled her hand away, and then put it back. Furthermore, she drew out some of her fluid with her finger and began doing something she hadn't done in years. It only took a minute. Her hips jerked and she felt her pelvis spasm. Then it was over. She wondered if the man would approve of this. Then it came to her: he knew all along that it would happen. Tony sat in his sedan in the driveway of the list house he shared with his wife, Donna. A large truck was parked beside Donna's Jetta in front of him. He had a good feeling whose truck it was. Usually, he would feel worthless and unloved, but, thanks to Emily, he knew he was a man. Nothing Donna could do to him would change that. He grabbed the oranges as he stood from the car. When he opened the front door, he discovered Donna sitting on the sofa leaning on a large man. It was Micky Sims, an old coworker of Donna." What the fuck took you so long, Tony. Micky told me he wanted fresh squeezed OJ.". She patted the big man's thigh as she spoke. "Go in the kitchen and make him some." Tony looked from Donna to Mickey. Donna wired one of his button up shits. The buttons were open and she wore nothing else. Her long black hair hung from her shoulders and protected her modesty more than the loose shirt. Micky was completely nude. His cock looked freshly fucked. Donna held it loose in her hand and played with it adoringly. Tony tossed the oranges to beside Donna. "Do it you damn self. I am going to bed.". He crises the living room in front of them and proceeded down the short hall to the bedroom. He heard Donna yelled after him, but he ignored it. Ashe closed the door, he heard her offering apologies to Mickey. He lifted his phone and called Emily.(IOC I will write for the call later. No time currently) Richard called again to check on her. She could hear everything in his voice that she needed to know. He was concerned about her, he felt badly for not being there, that he loved her. He was not checking up on her, nor was he suspicious. As the sound of his voice filtered through her, she knew how it would be. She would continue to lie to him, and she would continue to love him. She would give him the loyalty and caring he wanted from her, and she would get the passion he didn't want to give her. Furthermore, she believed she could do this. She sat back on the couch as the day faded into darkness. Furthermore, she picked up the book she was reading, but read only a page before she fell asleep. Not much later, twenty minutes she thought, something outside woke her. Then she sat there, her mind wandering for the longest time. When Emily answered the phone, Tony started speaking immediately, "Do you think you are ready to learn?" Tony stuck his hand in his shorts and grabbed his thickening cock." You have homework. I want you to spend every minute before we see each other again thinking of what you can offer me. How can I know you are ready? I will be putting a lot of faith in you as a student. I need to know the faith will not be wasted."" Your training will also take resources. I do not want to spend MY resources on YOUR training. I need to know how much money you can provide me weekly to facilitate your training."" You need to shave. You have been born again, you must stay shaved until your new body goes through puberty."" No other man is allowed to touch you unless I say so."" You need to journal every time you masturbate. You will discover that your need for masturbation will increase. I may need to reference the journal to gauge your progression."" You need to increase your attraction to Chloe. I expect you to surprise her with gifts, daily. She is your new crush, only because you know that I want her to be your crush." "Yes, sir," she said, just before the phone clicked. All he asked for seems reasonable except what pertained to Richard. She was going to have to think about how the shaving and the sex. She guessed he had some reason for wanting to control her marriage and right now she didn't understand it. It was not so much that they had much sex, once a month maybe, on average. It was the idea that either she would have to invent more extravagant lies than she had imagined, or she'd have to tell him the truth. She didn't really know what she'd do. Probably nothing until tomorrow. She needed to think, and she needed time to think. For a moment however, she let her mind wander to the exciting new things he had asked for. She thought about masturbating, and about shaving. She felt so young, so alive. After the call, Tony lay in the bed listening to Mick and Donna and thinking about Emily. He sent her a last text message before going to sleep. "Be at Donner Lake Park near the pavilion tomorrow at 3:00 PM. Be dressed to fit your new role in life.... Your Master"He slept better that night than in years. Chapter 2 starts next. The next morning Tony awoke smiling. When he passed through the living room on his way out, Donna was asleep on the couch with Mick. They were both nude. Mick's wallet was on the kitchen table. Tony took the $40 in it and left. He spent most of the morning driving around playing CDs. He at lunch at a small family meat and three he uses to patron. Winona had always been his favorite waitress, and he was surprised that he still worked there, but not as surprised as she was when he patted her ass. After lunch, he thought about Emily. What was she doing right now? Was she getting herself ready? He stopped by the supermarket where he had met her. Chloe was there. He looked around her counter when she checked him out. He did not see any gifts, but that did not mean she hadn't gotten any yet. Furthermore, he wanted to ask her, but he was enjoying the mystery. He got to Donner Lake Park at 2:30. Furthermore, he sat where he could see the pavilion area, but far enough away to escape notice. Furthermore, he wanted to watch Emily arrive. The pavilion was very crowded. It looked like a large family reunion. He couldn't wait to see Emily again. The scope of his demands lay heavy on Emily's mind. She agonized it throughout the evening. Richard came home and again expressed his concerns. She dismissed them, saying she had been upset, but no harm had been done. As she expected, however, he wanted sex that night. It had been about four weeks, and with the lengthy lapse and the upsetting thing that happened, she guessed he might want to reconnect with her. She was now obliged to her master, she knew that, and she brushed aside his advances, saying that she had been too upset by the experience. But she was concerned about him. She lay with her head on his shoulder, caressing him and kissing him. She guessed he was aroused and avoid touching him, at least for a while. Then, compelled by the honesty of his needs, she let her hand wander down. She felt his hardness and took him in her hand. Then, reaching for the bottle of lotion on the bedside table, she squirted some in her hand and stroked him to ejaculation. He thanked her profusely, and she thought that this may be the extent of his sexual needs for several weeks. This relieved her tremendously, and she thought of this as a possible solution to her dilemma. Richard was profoundly happy; she was free to give herself wholly to the man. This felt so fair, so fulfilling for everyone, that she took a great risk. She brought her hand to her mouth and, with Richard watching her, licked the cum off of her hand and swallowed it. Then she kissed him deeply, and she thought she heard him sobbing as she had. This scared her, and she withdrew, leaning against him until eventually they both fell asleep. The next morning they both went in to work, she at the library for a morning shift. At noon, she left, and stopped by the grocery on her way home. She lingered in the aisles waiting until Chloe was not busy. Then she brought her thing up to check out at her register. She looked at Chloe with a look of sincerity." Chloe, I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you yesterday. I just don't know what came over me." She had reached out and touch Chloe's arm as she said this, making sure she was well into her personal space. "I just enjoy chatting with you, and I appreciate what you do here." Chloe, as she hoped, was disarmed by her politeness. She looked Emily in the eye, almost with an inviting look. She said she appreciated the flowers and didn't think badly of the gesture at all. Emily swiped her credit card, signed her receipt, and took her bags. She was surprised as Emily touched her arm after handing her the bag." I really appreciate you saying all of this. You know, it's not much fun working here, and it means a lot when someone I like compliments me." Emily was a little stunned by this, but dismissed it as meaningless chatter. At home, she set the oven timer to turn on to cook dinner in case she was delayed. She had bought a frozen stew that Richard could have if she didn't get home. She hoped she would, just so she wouldn't have to lie again. Then she went to the bathroom to shave herself. She enjoyed the experience, and held the mirror and looked at her labia all swollen and red from all the contact. She touched her self, but was too preoccupied to masturbate. She had bought a journal from the store, She opened to the first page." Masturbated yesterday. It felt good and will be nice to do more often." Then she skipped a line." Richard wanted to make love. Gave him a hand job." Then she added to the end of the line." Licked his cum off of my hand." Then added to that." I don't care if you punish me." When the time came. She slipped off her underwear and put it in her purse. She had no idea how she was supposed to dress, but she thought that displaying her shaved pussy would please him. Other than that, she had on a familiar blouse and skirt. She drove to the park as he instructed, and parked and waited. Tony sat on a bench beside basket 12 of the Donner Lake Disc Golf Course. He could remember playing that game nearly every weekend. Brian had been a freak about that game, and Tony always made fun of him for it. But when Brian talked him in to going with him one Saturday, Tony fell in love with the game. Tony had probably been throwing disks the first time Brian had fucked his wife. Tony smiled. He could have been sitting in this very spot when Brian had been laying root in every hole on Donna's body. Tony had not thrown a disk since he learned of that affair. Tony knew he had lost more than the sport he loved. He could barely even remember being alive for the past two years, at least until last night. He was alive now. Donna was his whore, a forty dollar whore, Tony thought smiling. Emily was his pet. She was his pet to love and train. He watched a few members of one of the families paying badminton when he noted Emily's ride parked in one of the adjacent areas. Tony laughed. She was too scared to come look for him. She had come, though. Tony knew she would, but it still meant a lot that she did. Tony walked down the fair way of Basket 12 and rounded his way to Emily. He approached her car from the back and walked to the side of it. He looked in the side mirror and saw Emily sitting behind the steering wheel. Tony wasn't disappointed in the way she had dressed herself. He had not given her much time and had not specifically said, "Go buy clothes that scream, 'Come Fuck Me!'" So he would forgive the lack effort used when picking a skirt and blouse. Tony was most pleased that she already took self-initiative in pleasing him. The skirt may not have been the best, but he had not told her to wear a skirt. She made that decision on her own, and it was a good one. Her legs were spread a little, and as Tony approached the driver's window he looked for her pussy. The of the skirt rode up her thigh, but it still covered her crotch just barely. A couple buttons were loosed on the blouse. Maybe one more should be loosed as well. Tony would be sure she knew how to properly wear the new things they got her today. Tony wanted his pet to look her best. He had chord himself in teaching her how to start being Fucked instead of made love to. He tapped the window as he passed. "Walk with me," he said loud enough to guess he was heard. He walked to the end of the car and turned around. He wanted to watch how Emily exited a vehicle. Emily saw him leering as she got out of the car. She flashed him a somewhat contemptuous smile. Then she hiked her skirt slightly and swung her legs open so that he, and everyone, could see her shaved pussy. She leaned back to grab her journal and then followed him, thinking they were going in the woods somewhere. She felt subservient, but she had the idea he might hurt her. Maybe this came from having the journal, maybe from the fact that they were going to the woods, maybe from his demands about Richard, maybe just from the way he looked at her. Whatever the reason, she felt as much fear as desire. Tony let her walk all the way to him before he spoke. When she stood before him, he placed his hands on her hips. "You have done well, Emily. I am proud of you, and I will reward you. We will need to get you some new clothes today, but I am enjoying your ambition. He pulled her close and held her for a moment before he started walking with her at his side." Speaking of buying you think today. How much of a stipend will you be giving me?" They crossed beside a group of father-sons playing volleyball. Tony pulled the back of Emily's skirt up for the men's benefit. Emily needed to learn THT whenever her body would be used in such a way, she was expected to oblige." Did Richard notice anything last night?" Tony could see the spot where they were going. A concrete picnic table sat in the shadow of some trees on the bank of the lake. It was not far. The spot was not an obvious area, but it was far from hidden. He looked at Emily while he waited for her to answer his questions. She was beautiful. The breeze caught the skirt as she walked. It would blow up just enough to show her pussy for the bravest of instants before it would settle. Tony loved that she made no effort to hold the hem in place. Her boobs were magnificent. She wore a different bra than yesterday. This one did a better job of accentuating her assets. The low buttons of the blouse let him see the lace along the border of the bra. Her make-up was more precise today. Her lips seemed fuller, and her eyes were wider. She was eager." Give me your journal. I wish to see it while you answer." "Richard only had a vague sense of concern. He was worried about the wreck you told him about. He wasn't suspicious or anything." It felt odd with him today. She felt some sense of fulfillment being obedient, but the things he told her to do brought no pleasure at all. She imagined that it must be training, or something like that. Also, she still had this sense of impending doom about last night." What happened last night is in the journal. Read it and you'll see." Tony dropped the journal. In a smooth motion he pulled up her skirt with his left hand while he brought his right hand down hard on her bare ass. "Bend over and touch your fucking toes!" he screamed at her when his hand was in motion for the strike. The volley ball game nearby paused while the players watched Tony spank Emily's ass. Her pussy was bare and exposed. The men watched the labia grow pink and swollen from the assault. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me that way again. I will read your fucking journal when I want to. If I ask you a question, fucking answer it.". He never ceased the slaps on her ass while he assaulted her verbally. This disrespect had to be ended. Tony had thought she was making good progress. "You better fucking understand me." Tony looked back a crowd. Some had taken offense and left, but most watched. One man had moved to less than five steps from Tony. "Excuse me sir, can you help me out a second."" What you need champ," the man said with a laugh. He was probably a granddaddy at the family reunion. He looked the least 65 years old." Come here and tell me if this pussy is wet." Tony nodded to Emily. The old man did not pause as he walked over and slid at least three fingers inside Emily."eh, she's damp. I've seen wetter, though.""thank you, sir.". Tony looked down at Emily. "Thank this man for touching your swanky ass cunt, Emily!" Tony said goodbye to the man and told Emily to pick up her journal. "We were going to that picnic area.". He pointed where they were going. "When we get there, you will get the reward I promised you, but the punishment for this disrespect is definitely not over." Tears welled in Emily's eyes as his sharp blows struck her. But she noticed some things that did not hurt. She felt no resistance to obeying him. It felt natural to do as he wished, so that the displays for the volleyball players didn't bother her at all. She felt no shame for her body because it wasn't her body anymore. The other thing was that being spanked, even hard as he was doing, didn't bother her. She felt as if she deserved that, as if she had asked for it. Much more so than in the car where she had tried so hard for him, and yet he hurt her throat so. And finally, she felt, he had taken given some attention to her vagina. Not just talked about it, but taken immediate, physical control of it. She thought that was something fundamental about what he would do to her. Emily followed him to the picnic table with respectful silence. When they got to the table, Tony bent her over it. He slid his rigid dick inside her without pause for her to accept it. "This is your reward, you filthy cunt.". He was not sure how long it would take for his anger over her blatant disrespect to fade. He slid his cock I. And out of her quickly. She was really tight, probably from the rarity of intercourse. He loved the tightness, but that was still another thing he would need to change about her. Her tightness should be created by her muscle control and determination, not from being rarely penetrated. She would be penetrated very often from now on. Tony glanced over his shoulder. They still had an audience. He quickened his pace and forced himself deeper. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. "You like your reward?" he growled. The slap of their bodies was even louder than when he had been spanking her."your body belongs to me." slap slap slap"your mind belongs t me." slap slap slap"I need all of your love; all of your devotion. You can leave NOTHING for anyone else." slap slap slap "do you understand me?" Tony could feel his semen bubbling. He would cum soon. Emily was aroused, but the only feeling she was aware of was fear. It was what he said, what it meant. She had not even begun to understand how much he wanted from her. She tried to forget all of that and focus on her pleasure, that now he was fucking her, now he was rewarding her. Furthermore, she worshiped his cock and he was at this moment letting her enjoy it. That was good, that was good, that was good, she repeated to herself. Jet after jet of thick hot cum flowed from Tony into Emily. He collapsed atop her panting. With his cock still deep inside her, he asked, "Do we have an understanding now?" Emily was silent. Tony wondered if he had gone too far. He had intended to approach their first union with more delicacy. He looked around their location. The concrete table was stained with years of dismaintenance. The metal trash can nearby overflowed with food and disposables. The only on-lookers were the volley-ball men in the distance. Most had returned to their game, but some still watched. No, this was exactly the way it was supposed to be. While she was silent beneath him. He forced his softening cock as far in her as he could and strained out the cum that remained in the barrel of his cock. He grabbed the journal from her hands and read it. She had tasted her husband's cum last night immediately after he told her another man was not to touch her. She did not literally break his order, but this was not time for gray areas. Though he had to admit, her actions last night were not entirely unwanted, just unexpected. She was transforming into a true cum-slut. After he had mastered her, he may transfer ownership to Richard, but she heeded to learn how to be owned. To teach her, he first had to own her. She said she did not care if he punished her. If she had not said that, he would have let last night's slip pass, but she had to learn to care if she was punished. A path climbed a wooded hill near the table. Tony knew it went to the tee-box of basket three. Looking up the shore of the lake, Tony saw a three college guys finishing basket two." Stand up, my pet. You have a date." He caressed her bare ass before he pulled her up and kissed her deeply. Emily was actually relieved that he read her journal and decided to punish her further. She wanted to know what her limits were. But she also wanted him to see the progress she was making. His tongue drove into her throat, and she was reminded again of his cock, of his taste, of the semen that had been in her mouth the day before. She waited for his instructions for the "date" he referred to. As he climbed the path up the hill with her in tow, he spoke, "Your body belongs to me. You know that, I think. But your actions last night leave a little doubt. You think that you still have some will remain. I am sure it seemed like an acceptable sacrifice for you to wack off your husband and taste his cum. By the time I am finished with you, that is the kind of thing you will do for any man that asks, and you will do it with a smile."" You told me that you had never tasted a man's cum before mine. Honestly, I am glad to see that you are developing a taste. It is important for you to recognize the taste and appreciate the taste. You need to learn to distinguish the taste of what a man gives you from what every other man has given you before."" At the top of this hill, we will wait. There are three boys on their way. You are going to suck all of their cocks. Pay attention to the way they orgasm. Log every detail of their cum in your mind. When this is done, we will go buy you some clothes. There are things we need to talk about on the way." He turned and faced her when they reached the top. "But remember, your body belongs to me. I am allowing you to use your mouth on these boys, but you are to receive no pleasure from it. You are here to learn only. Use only your mouth and hands. No other part of you is allowed to such the boys." Richard sat on the bench to wait. "Suck my cock to warm up, pet." It seemed exhausting what he was asking her to do. It almost hurt to think about it. But as he had said, she should expect no pleasure from the three boys. Emily got on her knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and his stiffening cock flipped out. With no delay, she took him and began working vigorously, bobbing, sucking, and licking. She positioned her hand just in front of her mouth and stroked with it, following the motions of her mouth with each descent. She listened for his moans and felt his hips begin to twitch. "Hello, boys," Tony said as he placed a hand on the back of Emily's head. He grunted as he erupted down her throat. He bucked his hips twice to be sure he was empty. Furthermore, he gently moved Emily's hair away from her ear, and leaned to whisper. "Remember the taste. You will need to recall." He started to stand, but lowered himself again for a last whisper. "You are making me proud, my pet... my love." He stood and zipped. Three college boys stood wide-eyed. They each carried a small satchel containing several different weighted disks. "This is my friend Emily. Until last night she had never tasted semen. I shared some of mine, and she seems to have developed a real need of it." He patted Emily on the head." I am afraid I am all spent out, but I am sure you guys will help her. Two of the guys were reluctant, but the tables one started unbuttoning his pants immediately. He was a pretty ugly guy with a big hooked nose, and his teenage pimples had remained for his college years. Soon, the other two followed. A chubby boy with a thick head of red curls was the next to pull out his cock. The third guy was not a model, but compared to the other two, he was an Adonis." Send her over," the tall one said with a laugh. Tony knew their dicks were out, but he did not look. He wanted to get an unbiased description from Emily. "You heard the man, Emily. Go get your presents." Emily walked over to the boys and knelt down. She looked up at them, shading her eyes." Okay," she said, with no emotion at all, "who's first." The man didn't have to tell her not to enjoy this. They were grotesque young men, crass and slovenly. The two who were watching were taunting and cheering like it was some kind of contest. The most noticeable thing about the first was that his ball hung in a long sack and flopped against her chin. He wasn't circumcised, so she stretched is long foreskin back to get at the head. In a few minutes he erupted inside her mouth. She turned to look at her master. Was she supposed to swallow? She opened her mouth to show him, giving him a quizzical look. This, she thought, was the most humiliated she'd felt since being under his control. Tony smiled at her. He raised his hand and made a circular motion with his fingers, signalling her to swallow and continue. When she turned back around and could not see him, he motioned for the boy she had just finished blowing to grab her ass. He wanted to see her reaction. As she swallowed the boy's cum, he reached over and grabbed her ass. She was so startled that she choked, coughing. Now her mouth and face was swollen and red just as it had been yesterday. Then a second boy presented himself to her. His balls were tightly wrapped, his cock circumcised with an upward curve. The head protruded so that it made a popping sound if she pulled it out of her mouth. He was a little thinner and shorter, and this gave her a sense of complacency. But his eruption was massive, far more than she could hold. It dribbled off her chin. She tried hard not to swallow, turning to her master to wait for his instructions. "Swallow and continue, Emily." Tony watched her gulp and turn to the third boy. The first boy discovered her lack of underwear and pushed a finger inside her. The second boy still had his dick out and still had the hardness of youth. He moved behind Emily and looked to Tony to see if it was ok. Tony nodded." You know what is allowed, Emily." Tony knew she would be confused, she would not know what to do. He couldn't wait to see how she handled this. Emily had the third cock in her hand when she felt the assault from behind. She quickly pulled her ass away from the boy." No," she said. "I'm only allowed to touch you with my mouth and hands." She looked toward her master for his approval. He smiled for her to continue. The boy looked to him with disappointment. Tony just shrugged and smiled. Tony had an idea. While Emily was busy with the third cock, he slid behind her. His cock was hard again from all the excitement. He dropped to his knees and slid his cock in to Emily before she had a chance to turn around to see who it was. He immediately starts ramming her as hard and fast as he could. The force was driving the other cock deep down her throat. While he had a chance, he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few pics. Emily knew she was under strict orders. She snapped her head back and turned around. Seeing it was her master, she resumed her work. The third cock seemed pretty much straight out of a medical text, straight, circumcised, with a pretty heart-shaped head. Pretty, she thought. She worked at it vigorously, thankful it was the last. But with the master pounding her from behind, she began to feel pleasure. Moreover, it felt natural for her to feel this, and she felt proud that her body responded to her master but not the others. She slowed her mouth slightly, hoping to prolong everything.Finally, the third guy came in her, with semen that was sweeter than the other. She held him in her mouth as his erection subsided. But then she worried about instructions so she pulled away from him, turned her head around, and showed her master the semen in her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her, she didn't want him to stop. She waited on his command. "Good girl," Tony said as he continued to pound her. "You can finish your game now, guys. Thanks for your help." The three boys protested a little, but in the end they thanked Tony and left. He gripped Emily's hips fiercely. His fingers dug into her flesh. "Don't swallow until I cum. Hold him in your mouth." Tony arched his back. He wanted his cock deeper inside her. He couldn't get deep enough. "God, your pussy is amazing!" He growled. "It is amazing, and it is mine!" He thrust deep two more times. He left the final thrust deep inside her. Ropes of cum flew from him and flooded her womb. When his dick finished twitching he pulled out and stood. "Damn, pet, you are progressing faster than I ever expected. There is still work but less than I expected. Come let's get you dressed properly." When she stood, Tony realized she had still not swallowed. He laughed and motioned his hand for her to 'finish the transaction'. Tony was tired, and he wanted Emily to talk while they walked. "Tell me everything you have learned today. Describe the tastes you met, the sensations you experienced. Compare and contrast the experience with the three boys, me, and even Richard from last night." He paused for a minute, then nodded as he continued. "When you are finished, tell me about Sarah." Emily described the cocks and balls and semen in detail. Mostly she did this out of obedience to him, and she added that the thing she most enjoyed was when he fucked her. She used the word fuck so he would hear her say it. She talked more about Richard. Furthermore, she said that Richard loved her and that was important to her. Furthermore, she said that Richard could in no way bring her the degree of pleasure that he did, that she could ever be fucked by Richard. That didn't matter to her, she still loved him just as she loved the pleasure she got from her master. She said that she worried that she would have to tell Richard everything if her master made her change too conspicuously. She wasn't sure how he would react. Emily would rather keep it a secret from him. She also thought of how Richard might benefit and had already benefited from her training. She hoped her master might ask her to give him a blow job some time, that it would surprise him and he might like it. Then she talked about Sarah. Sarah was 22, living on her own just after finishing college. She had a boyfriend, but she was sure he would last. She did talk to Sarah a lot as he had thought, but she wasn't as emotionally dependent on Sarah as she thought her master believed. They supported each other pretty evenly, she thought. It was true that Sarah had gone through a phase where she was angry as Emily for being so compliant, for not speaking up for herself. It wasn't that Richard was mistreating her or anything, more that Emily had so willingly let her marriage become a rut. Sarah, facing her own future, didn't like that. Emily even thought some part of Sarah would approve of her training, but she also felt it would upset her very much if Sarah knew the details. Emily said that was all she could think to say about Sarah, and waited to hear what her master thought. Tony grabbed Emily's hand while she talked of Sarah. Emily was doing so much better than he expected. For now, she still needed affirmative affection and intimacy to know he cared about her. He was taking the long way back to the car. It would give them a chance to walk along the lake shore, and Tony was enjoying talking with Emily." So Sarah is not much older than your daughter then?". Tony asked. He remembered the boy and girl in the picture in Emily's car. Both looked eighteen to twenty and wore Greek gear. Tony knew there were Greek societies in prep school, but he ha never heard o anyone wearing those letters in a fame photo."had you have taken Chloe today's gift yet?" Emily was quiet for a moment when he asked about Chloe. Technically, she hadn't taken a gift." Sir, I obeyed you in spirit, honestly. I touched her arm, and when I left she touched mine. I thought a physical gift would seem clumsy and inappropriate. Furthermore, I am genuinely attracted to her, but she's so young. Furthermore, I'm afraid she's not attracted to me. Furthermore, I thought that if I talk to her in a more intimate way and be more physical with her, she might respond more as my equal." She paused." She's just so young, sir." "Have you ever kissed a girl, Emily? It is very important that you know you can never turn away anyone I offer you to, regardless of sex, age, appearance, race... Anything." "I never have." Emily was quiet for a very long time. "But Chloe. She's so pretty." Another very long silence. "She wouldn't want to." "You need to realize that no man or woman has the power to turn you down except me. You ARE sex. You are the hard of every cock. Furthermore, you are the wetness of every cunt." Tony pulled Emily's hand to his crotch. "You see, I have cum inside you three times in the past hour, but you still have me ready. There will never again be talk that anyone is out of your league. If they are out of your league, they are out of my league. Are you trying to tell me that I could not have Chloe if I wanted her?" Tony put his arm around Emily and pulled her close. "I have and idea. We will buy Chloe a present while we are shopping. I will give you a homework assignment that should help improve your confidence, a. Tomorrow you will take Chloe he present." "Yes, sir," she said, and she hoped he was right. She understood what he meant and in a way she felt exactly as he described when she touched Chloe's arm. Emily believed, however, that you can destroy someone's genuine affection for you if you use gifts to get it or if you demand it. But she had learned a lot from him and she trusted him. Tony drive Emily's car to Hustler Hollywood, playing with Emily's clitoris the whole way. After they walked in he turned to her and said, "Shop, mingle, have fun, pet. There are a few items I know we need. I will get those, just look around. You can get whatever you want. You can do anything you want to do while we are here. If I see you doing something I do not approve of, I will make you stop, but you won't be punished. Think of this as free time." Tony walked away and straight for what he wanted. He got a thick black leather collar with a lock, a leash, several hot outfits, a silver bullet, and a butt plug. When he found his last item he huddled in a corner and watched his pet. He disses his beat to stand so that she could not see him.

Obey (closed for pj38)|rating:1.0

The dragon's nest (Aine x Gunther)

☆═━ Aliyah Salehi━═☆She heard the footsteps in the hall long before the knock on the door. Good news was it probably wasn't someone trying to kill her. They would have been more careful about the noisy footsteps. Bad news was, it was probably another job. She had just returned home, barely even had the chance to recoup from the last job. Lean would also like a couple of days more rest she was sure. Money was money though, and you couldn't have it without working for it. With a sigh into her pillow, she waited for the knock. Quite as it was, the messenger must be new. Most wouldn't care about the early morning hour, they would simply slam their fist into the wooden door. Sighing once more, she pushed her small frame off the modest bed. Soft fabric draped from her hips and shoulders. Bare feet padded across the wooden floor, while she stretched her arms upwards towards the ceiling. Placing her hand on the knob, she swung the door open quickly. "By the gods, this had better be good," she didn't even wait for the young men greeting. Snatching the cream colored parchment from his hand. Aliyah leaned against the door frame, glancing up from her lashes at the man. No doubt he would have been ordered to wait for a reply. From what she could tell the pay was good, more than she had been offered before. Then job itself seemed a tad on the difficult side. Dragons, even the young ones, were tough. Not to mention their sheer size dwarfed most, they were also smarter than your average monster. Smarter than a lot of people even. The fact that there were seven or more would make it that much harder. Then there was the fact that three others had also received a similar letter. That meant competition, she didn't mind that nearly as much as she should have. Kazan had trained her well, there should be no reason she couldn't come out on top. Holding up a finger to the messenger, she walked to a small desk in the corner. Grabbing quill and ink, she put to paper her answer. There was no way she would miss out on this job. "Make this fast, and I mean insure you are the first to arrive with an answer." The young man nodded a weak understanding, "yes of course, I will do my best Ma'am." With narrowed eyes, Aliyah shoved the door closed. She was barely nineteen, where did he get off calling her Ma'am? Two hours later, she was heading down the street to the stables. Lean would not be happy to see her this soon, not with a pack slung over her shoulder anyway. He seemed to have known she was coming, his large black head appeared through the stable doors. She simply smiled and shrugged her shoulder. While actual talking never occurred between them, it would appear that they still had a language. It was mostly spoken with body and gestures, sometimes she found herself actually talking out loud to him though. The horses snorts and whinnies would suggest her understood, but she knew he really didn't. "Well, it's back on the road I guess, I hope you used your downtime wisely." She had everything she needed for the journey to Rapids. A small coin purse she kept hidden under the saddle for emergencies, and the occasional Inn. For the most part she would simply camp out. The fewer people she saw the better, nobody would know she was coming. Her clothing choice had changed also. From the soft flowing fabrics, to leathers protecting her most vital organs. It made for some awkward moments when she shifted. She lost a lot through her travels, as clothing didn't change with you. When she could help it, she would leave it all with Lean. Some situations called for a quick shift though, and that was when she lost the armor. This was the reason for the leathers, it was cheaper to buy. Pulling the large horse from the stable, she made quick work of putting the saddle on him. He required a special hand for this, Lean could be a little testy at times. He would even give her a little attitude from time to time. Today was no exception. Every time she tried to cinch the straps tighter he would either inhale or side step. Her retaliation was to wait for him to exhale then yank harshly on buckle. "That's what you get," when she was satisfied he would be better behaved she loosened it a little. They would need to get on the road quickly if they were to make good time. Dear Jailing matter how things changed, they always seemed to stay the same. Dear left the King'sCompanionstwo years ago; no longer committed to serving his needs. Today, he ventured out on his own, but where did he spend his time between work assignments? At the same tavern, with those he spent most of his life while in the service of the king. He finished off his last tankard of mead." Ademar?" Queried an inebriated voice. "You're sticking around for another?"" No sir," the 30-year-old soldier responded. "I haven't been feeling very good. I really need to head back."" Suit yourself," the owner of the drunken voice returned to drinking his demons under the table. Ademar stood up, headed for the entrance. The place was crowded. He bumped his way through several bodies standing or seated around the tavern. He felt exhausted and needed rest. When he finally reached the door, he was happy to be free of the stench of sweaty, smelly bodies. Not that he smelled any better, but all these others stunk like shit. A room full of sweaty men was no lilac bush. The door open, Dear stumbled into the moon-lit sky. Scattered torches about the street illuminated the area sufficiently, aided by the full moon. The moon and torches would guide him in his return to his hovel beneath the ramparts. He had gotten his hole in the wall simply because he knew a guy who knew a guy. It wasn't much, but it was definitely his hole in the wall. As he reached the torch lit evening, an arm grabbed his wrist. He immediately attempted to pull away from the stranger. He looked down to see an elderly woman, less than a foot shorter than him, hunched over with eyes glazed over in a gray sheen. Furthermore, he could not see pupils or the whites of her eyes. They were all gray. Her face appeared wrinkled from experience; years walking the earth. He had never seen her before, based on her expression, he knew she was different. Not in the, everybody's different sort of way, but that odd peculiar way that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck different." Hey lady, what gives?" He tried to pull away, but she began speaking as though she could not hear him." You are the chosen one!" Her voice hissed, more like a snake than a snake charmer. Her money finger pointed up at him. Three warts dotted her gnarly face. Yellowed teeth, a few missing chattered in the evening as she spoke. "You are the one everyone is talking about." Dear had never heard anyone speak about chosen one. Curiosity left his wrist in her hand. He wanted to hear what she had to say. "You are going on a journey. It is filled with perils. Dragons! You will encounter people who you cannot trust. They may say they are but to help you, but they are not! Do not trust them!" She hissed this last warning, leaning into him. "Love. You will find love. Love has always eluded you, Adar Daily, but this time it is there."" How do you know my name!?" Dear was nervous, almost scared by this woman's visage." Love will come to you in the strangest of ways. I cannot see how or who, but it will happen. Don't look for it. You have a brother!" Dear was a single child. This woman was crazy. "Ah, your brother does not know you either," the woman chuckled. "This is interesting," she smiled. "Your brother will save your life before you even now he is your brother. He is someone you will not trust. It will be many days before you know who he is. But he is out there in the wilderness waiting for you. Excitement, danger, love and family await you out there in the desert. Be very careful where you go. You will survive, but this journey will change you forever." The woman released his arm and shuffled slowly away. Ademar grasped at his senses as he tried to take in everything she said. This was one of those bizarre moments when you wanted to find someone to share it with right away. It knocked you off balance trying to figure out what to do. "Hey!" he yelled at the woman. She kept her head down, under a gray hood and continued to walk away. "Hey! I'm talking to you, old woman!" Dear rushed over to her and grabbed her arm. As if to turn her around, a cloud of smoke burst from the gray wool garment and the woman vanished. Her trappings fell to the street. Dear was left holding the material looking in disbelief. Where had she gone? Who was she? What the hell was that all about? What had she told him? His heart raced trying to make sense of this encounter. As he walked along, filled with incredulity, his heart racing back to his hole in the wall, he tried desperately to recollect what she told him.' I have no brother,'he thought to himself.' Love? I am not looking for love. What was that all about? A trip? I'm not going anywhere. The experience was very off-putting. Twenty yards from his door, a young man on a horse sauntered closer, stopping him, "Dear Daily?" Ademar looked up, the thought of the old woman on his mind. Those strange, other worldly eyes still glued to his mind. "Huh? What? Yea, I'm Daily." The messenger leaned down, parchment in hand. "Message for you, sir." It must have been close to twelve bells.' Who the hell is sending me a message at this time of night?' Ademar reached for the missive just in time to hear one bell toll. He waited for the other eleven, but apparently he was wrong about the hour. The rider didn't wait for a response. As soon as the piece of papyrus was free from his grasp, he spurred his horse on and departed. The dust settled as he opened the document. He neared one of the torches to see what this was about. The first thing he did was seen where it came from. Expecting to see the King's seal, he found nothing. "Hey! Who sent you?!" But the rider was out of ear shot. He skimmed over the words on the letter. Rapids. Dragons. Gold. At least the reward appeared to be favorable, but fighting dragons was no easy feat. He would need to be well-prepared for this task. He wondered if anyone else received such a letter. It was as though he forgot about the earlier contact; the brush with an oracle? A mystic? A witch? Who was she? Who was sending him on this quest? Whoever it was, knew him. They spelled his name right. Ademar had no other plans.' This quest seemed to have the proper timing,'he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep on his bed. In the morning, he found the letter on the floor. He hadn't bothered to undress or even remove his boots. He slowly pulled himself to a seated position. A distant rooster called off to wake the morn.' I'm up! He thought to himself.' Stop that bloody racket!' Ademar pulled the note into his hand and read it over again. "Looks like I'm heading to Rapids." An hour later, he was fed, dressed, armed and mounted on his horse. Dear preferred studded leather armor, bracers, leather trousers and a low hard boot. He wore two Hampshire swords with Damascus steel blades crossed on his back, one eight inches shorter than the other. He had practiced a two-sword fighting style for the past ten years. It was something he was skilled at, and it worked well for him. He also carried a handful of daggers and throwing knives tucked into belts and various scabbards attached to his leather jerkin. He set off early in the morning, with a pack of provisions; enough to get him to the foothills, if not further. The sun was low on the horizon. The air smelled warm. He knew it would bring blistering heat by midday. He planned to go into a shaded spot around noon and rest for a few hours rather than try to ride through the hottest period of the day. Furthermore, he searched for an oasis or small village as he rode. His thoughts drifted back to the old woman and the messenger. Then he focused on the mission. Who was his the benefactor? The note mentioned the reward would be obvious once the quest was complete. Dear skeptically looked forward to this trip. He sipped at some water and headed toward the horizon. The road beyond the small city of Baritones was dry. Not as packed down as the one with in the walls. A familiar scene to be sure, the desert was a dull landscape. She had been to the jungles only once since she began taking jobs. A small part of her always thought she should head there instead. A change of scenery would be nice. Aliyah knew she could never leave her home city permanently. Baritones called to her whenever she was away for too long. Not even midday yet, the sun was already beating down on her slender shoulders. The temperatures were reaching the high eighties, which meant it was going to be an extremely hot day. The sky was cloudless, offering to reprieve from the suns hot rays. She would need to find a good shady place to wait out the hottest part of the day. Pulling a water skin from the saddles horn, she took a good drink. Traveling this exact road more than a handful of times, she was aware of the shady spot she needed. Thirty minutes is all it would take to reach it. She and her only companion would need to hold out just a little longer. Putting the water skin to her lips again she took another quick drink before hanging it off the horn. Lean was already starting to drag his hooves. Something he did to show displeasure in the current activity. Patting the stallions neck, "soon Lean, soon I promise. Then we will wait until the sun is nearly down." Aliyah received a snort in return.~~~~~~~~~~When finally they reached the small area, there was a circle of palms in the center. In the middle of those was an even smaller spring. Big enough that Lean could drink from it, and she could splash her hot skin. Leaning back against one of the palms, she let her companion have free rein. He wouldn't go very far, the sun was too hot to leave their little shady area. She was never too far from her blades. Even out in the open one never knew who could attack when you least expected it. Daggers circled her thighs, and two Kill hung from her waist. They were always kept at the ready for any attack. Sitting with her back against the palm, they lay on either side of her. From the sun position she would have a few hours before the day cooled off. Taking the time to get sleep, since you never knew when you would get another chance. She had just dozed off, at least that was how it felt. Hearing soft shuffling footsteps woke her. Odd that someone could actually get that close before she knew they were coming. Her hand flew immediately to her Kill, ready to strike the intruder. What she was faced with however, was not what was expected. A few feet away, standing on the banks of the spring was an elderly woman. Dressed in rags, a gray wool cloak littered with holes covered the woman's face. She hadn't bothered to turn towards Aliyah just yet. Simply staring at the water, that rippled slightly with a breeze that hadn't been there before. Pushing to her feet, the shifters eyes searched left and right. There was no one else there that she could see. Then again she couldn't understand where this woman would have come from in the first place. "What are you doing out here," she asked with apprehension in her tone. She didn't dare approach, magic users liked to use illusions to lure travelers into traps. For a moment to woman continued to stare into the water, saying not a word. Again Aliyah asked, "what are you doing out here old woman." Slowly the woman turned, gray milky eyes look at her without seeing. A twisted hand rose slowly, while a gnarled finger extended. "Great dangers await you, your journey will be long." The woman spoke in haunting tones. "The perils that you will face, will be harder than any you have seen. Keep strong girl, for you will not be alone." The twisted hands reached out, taking hold of her Aliyah's wrists. "Love will find you, do not deny what your heart seeks." The woman didn't skip a beat, allowing no room for questions." Wait what are you..." she tried to speak." Brothers, one you should trust the other will be uncertain. Survival is still undecided, but continue on this path." Then the woman was turning away, the conversation apparently over. "Wait, where are you going," Aliyah started to follow. "You can't just leave like that," reaching out she grabbed the woman's shoulder. The moment her hand touched the woman, she vanished, leaving behind a pile of ragged clothing. Dropping the tattered gray cloak, she searched to scene. No trace of the woman, or even how she had gotten here. Lean seamed completely unaware of anything that happened. Was she the only one to see the woman? Senses on full alert, she was sure there would be no more sleeping. Nerves on edge, the old woman's words ran through her mind. What love was she talking about? She had never had plans to even search for love. There wasn't time for such things. Who were these brothers, and why would she trust either of them? She was accustomed to danger of all kinds, what would be different now? Was there really a chance that she wouldn't survive this? The main questions was, how did this woman know all this? Spending the next few hours contemplating what all of it could mean. The obvious was there, but the words had been so cryptic, vague. The sun had finally sunk low enough in the horizon, the days heat was bearable. She mounted Lean, heading back towards the road, or what most resembled one. Her mind still on the old woman, she needed to refocus herself. Her mind needed to shift from the events from hours ago, to what might be ahead. If she were to take the warning seriously, she needed to stay alert. When was she going to meet these brothers though?~~~~~~~~~~When night finally fell, she had managed to push her thoughts to the foreground. For the moment all seemed....normal. Nothing had jumped out at her, in fact the road had been pretty much empty. Now with the sun completely down, the chances of running into something more sinister than trades men were bigger. This would prove true with in moments. First it started with flicker of light in the distance. Appearing as just another traveler on the road. Getting closer, the small flicker of light, began looking more like a fire. Perhaps just a camp, a place where a group was resting. Aliyah was smarter than your average traveler though. She mentally prepared herself for what could come next. When she got within a few feet of the camp fire, the area was empty. Food laid out, as well as bed rolls. This was a trap, a lure to bring in unsuspecting victims. Her animalistic senses told her it was trolls, their stench was strong. The goods left behind were to pull people in, thinking they were getting a good haul. Even Lean was a good target for trolls, horses supplied a large amount of meat. Other races weren't safe from trolls though, anything could be a meal. She pulled a kill from her waist, just as the first troll attacked. He had thought he had the element of surprise. As she swung out with the sword the situation became more dire. The shifter had assumed it was a small band of trolls. Reality was the band was much larger than the average. From the sands emerged at least fourteen more. Sorely out numbered, Aliyah need to think fast. She could take out some, but her main objective would be to run. She was good, but not that good, not many were. Her blade struck the target, catching an ear and a cheek. She swung around to the other side, slipping to the ground in the process. Battle while on a horse was difficult at best. She squared off, Lean stayed close at hand. Before they could run, she needed to buy them time. Three were converging on her now, Aliyah braced herself. Dear wandered into the desert focused on the horizon. The only navigable terrain features were the distant mountains. If you focused on something, you have a better chance of staying on course. If not, there is a solid chance you may end up traveling in circles. That was not as much of a concern in this stretch of desert. There were the occasional oasis, hillocks, copses of trees and tiny villages, just like the last one he passed through. It was more bustling in this desert than one might imagine. Today, it appeared to be very quiet. He napped for at least three hours at a village named, Afjan. Feeling relieved, he took in some food and water. He actually felt invigorated and ready to take on the world.' What did that horse thief say this mount's name was?' Ademar kept his internal monologue going while wandering under the hot sun.' Oh yea, Ziggy.' He looked up at the sun, shielding the sun with his arm. Squinting, he caught a glimpse and looked away. Someone once told him it was unsafe to look directly into the sun. It could blind a person. "Ziggy...that means Victorious. What did you win, boy?" Dear smiled, talking to his horse. "Oh yes, you won the opportunity to cart this sand-beggar through the wilderness." He patted the horse on the neck and rubbed him a few seconds as he looked out upon the horizon. The sun hung low, preparing to duck behind the mountains. At a distance of at least eight, maybe ten miles he spotted thin pillars of smoke rising from an oasis. It was more of a large copse of trees. Maybe it was an oasis. He figured this would be a good spot to rest a bit and fill up on water, if it was available.' Never pass up an oasis in the desert,'someone else told him that.' Did dad say that? Yes! It was dad...and mom made the comment about looking into the sun. But isn't that the sort of warning a mother would provide for a son? Thank goodness for mothers and fathers. They may not know what they are doing all the time, but by god, they do seem to get it right once in a while. Now you're just getting silly, Dear.' About three miles from his objective, the sun could no longer be seen on the horizon. It was hiding behind the mountains, which were still another thirty miles away. Some illumination remained, but would be gone in the next forty-five minutes. The road he had been traveling along appeared empty.' Who else would be out here, anyway?' Ademar was relieved to have put the memory of the old woman out of his head. He had forgotten all about that strange encounter. As he neared the oasis, he noticed flickers of light. It appeared as though a few campfires were burning. But he was still too far away to know. As he got closer, he started to make out the silhouette of another traveler. A second road from Baritones merged into the one he had been on. Ademar was still a half a mile away when he realized something was wrong. He noticed erratic movement. Whomever it was who stumbled into that campsite was under attack. He could not make out their target, but the attackers were definitely Trolls. He could tell by their size, their hunched forward posture and sagging shoulders. They flailed about on the attack and didn't seem to care for their own safety. They must have been eight or nine feet tall. Ademar spurred Ziggy on harder. He had only a few hundred yards to close the distance. Finally, he was close enough to identify their target. It was a woman. She appeared handy with the sword, but even the best of them would be overcome by more than a dozen trolls. These monsters weren't leaving anything behind. They were out for blood and this woman was going to be their dinner. Three trolls converged on the woman. At fifty feet from, Dear quickly slid from his saddle, unsheathed his two swords, shorter one in his left hand. He jumped the remaining forty feet into a position behind the closest troll. He plunged the shorter sword deep into the creature's back, about where its heart and lungs should be. Furthermore, he pulled the blade out immediately, blood gurgled from the fresh wound, oozing down its back. Blood would have sputtered out its mouth as well. He jumped a few feet in front of a distant troll running toward them. He leveled both blades out and caught him in the chest. The troll took the hit and crumbled to the ground. He may not be out of the fight, but was down for at least a few minutes. Next, he jumped back to the woman, landing to the right of one of the two remaining creatures closest to her. He shoved his smaller sword through this one's throat, sending an arterial spurt out about eight feet. The warm dark liquid began to soak his comrade's head and shoulder, as his life force slowly seeped out of him. Dear readied to jump again. What would have possessed her to walk into such a situation? The answer was simple, she had a tendency to be reckless at times. Well most saw it as reckless, she saw it as....heroic. What kind a mercenary would she be, if she just left a band of trolls to pray on innocent people. She wasn't heartless, though it seemed most in her occupation were. Money was her only reason for doing this, and that fact she only had skills for such work. Not the type to keep a home and raise a family, she also wasn't the kind to carry drinks around to drunk, hands men. That is why she found herself in the situation now. Fighting for her life against a large group of trolls. She really had wanted to stay focused on her current job. Get it done as soon as possible just to move onto the next. That just wasn't in her nature though. Maybe if she had known the size of the band she would have thought differently. All was good though right? All she had to do was make space to escape at this point. Now she stood with one blade out at the ready, gauging the situation as trolls rushed towards her. Aliyah pulled the second kill from its place on her hip. Rushing head to meet a troll half this distance. Sharpe blades sank easily into the neck and chest. Taking a few seconds to realize it was supposed to be dead. Foot planted in its stomach she pulled both swords free. Swinging towards another. The time it took to rush the second troll and kill it, a stranger had joined in the fight. Later should, would ask questions, right now her focus would be on living through this. He was good though, he knew his way around a sword just as much as she did. Back to the battle, she rushed another. Going low, she sliced through the belly. A hand with long fingers gripped at the wound. The large body buckled towards the ground. Five were down for good, a couple merely slowed down. That left a remainder of ten, then maybe she could escape unscathed. That thought was far-fetched of course. You simply didn't get in a fight with trolls, and not get wounded. They, too, were great warriors. For their size they were fast, and very much lethal. Lessen was still close at hand, but it was time to get him further away. He was an easier target, they might change their focus. Just a quick whistle and the horse ran in the other direction. Her attention briefly on her horses safety, was all it really took. The large clawed hand gripped her shoulder. Pulling off her feet she was tossed a good distance. Loosing one sword in the process, she rolled. Blood ran down her right shoulder, as Aliyah pushed herself to her feet. She wasn't down and out yet, far from it, actually. One small scratch wasn't going to stop her. With only one sword left, and daggers she would need to be a little more crafty. Moving the kill to the uninjured arm, she braced herself again. Just in time for the troll to charge. Dear looked at the young woman. She appeared experienced, aggressive and ready for a fight. All important qualities to have based on the current situation. One does not walk into a Troll trap unprepared expecting to walk out free and clear. Also, now was not the time for introductions. Pressing matters would delay that conversation. Then it donned on Dear to strike from the rear and work his way forward towards the young woman. She'd already taken down a few and seemed to be doing exceptionally well. Just as he jumped to the last visible Troll, blades at the ready, the woman took a hit to the shoulder, losing a sword in the process. Dear did not see it happen. He was confident, from what he did witness; she was skilled and quite capable of fighting these behemoths. He jumped believing the trolls near her were soon to be dead. Once behind the last troll, he jumped again into the beast's rear, plunging his right-hand blade into the Troll's back. The creature never had a chance. It flopped forward onto its face taking Dear's sword with him. The formerCompanionjumped onto the Troll pulling hard on his sword, struggling to remove it from the creature's back. Before the sword was free from the torso, a Troll had gotten the drop on Dear. He missed one. The creature slammed a club into his side, knocking him to the ground. The hit knocked the wind right out of him, possibly creating more damage to his ribs. Dear winced, grunted when he hit the ground, losing the longer blade in the process. He knew he had to get to his feet. He struggled while forcing the wind into his lungs. It took great effort. He quickly rose to one knee recognizing an imminent threat. He grabbed a throwing knife from his kit and loosed it at the Troll who whacked him in the side. The blade did not turn properly, skimmed off the beast's shoulder, thudding harmlessly to the ground. Slightly annoyed, Dear retrieved a second blade. He retreated slightly. The creature was closing the gap. He threw the second blade. The troll was almost upon him. The blade struck firmly in the jugular. The Troll dropped to its knees. Dear reached for the blade and pulled it out. Instantly an arterial spurt extending almost ten feet began drenching the dry sand with the hot red liquid. Ademar gathered his weapons, reholstering the two throwing daggers and returning the swords to his hands. He jumped back to where the young woman was. He was curious to see if she was alright. Furthermore, he recognized a wound in her shoulder. Furthermore, he could feel the sharp pain in his ribs, but he made the mental notion to suck it up for now. Furthermore, he would assess how serious it was later. Dear took up a position to the woman's left prepared to take on two trolls heading right for the both of them. Aliyah ran head first into the beast once again. Plunging the sword into it's chest, the troll wrapped hands around her waist. Pulling a dagger from her thigh, she thrust the blade into the eye socket. The grip on her waist tightened for a count of five seconds, before the troll released her. Large body falling backwards to the sand, she took the moment to assess the situation. Then pulled both the sword and dagger from the beast. From what she could see, the stranger and herself were making quick work. Bodies lay in all directions, there were only a few left. She still didn't have the free time to find her other blade, but she would not leave without it. Breathing still fairly even, only a gasp for good air sometimes. Aliyah moved to help him with the last. The troll was approaching from behind, at first she didn't realize the stranger didn't know he was there. Attention focused on the one he was taking down at the moment, the large club rose in the air. Rushing forward, she still had quite a distance to travel before she was in range. The club struck the man in the side. As expected he hit the ground hard, but he was still living. He may not be happy when this was all over, but he could still get to his feet. The shifter pulled her own dagger, just as the stranger did. Throwing at the same time as well, hers missed by a lot, his barely skimmed the troll. Before she could pull another was thrown, this time hitting its mark. Searching the area to make sure all was actually clear this time. They would not get off that easy it would seem. As she turned towards the last two, the stranger joined her on the left. Suddenly she felt an excitement, that electric feeling you get when you know victory is close at hand. Most of her battles started with this feeling, all of them ended with it. Rolling her injured shoulder, just to fuel her on she looked to the stranger with a smile. "I'll take the one of the right," she didn't wait for an answer. Taking another dagger from her thigh, she threw it. The blade struck deep into the trolls pectoral. Not a life-threatening wound, but it got his attention. This was the part of battle she normally shifted, finishing things in some animal form or another. While she may look human, she still very much had a feral side. That side always wanted to come out and play. Shifters were not smiled upon in most societies. Some hunted for various elements such as blood, for spells and rituals. Instead, she threw herself, and the kill at the beast. Her small frame hung from the trolls larger one, as the sharp blade ran deep across its neck. Blood sprayed from the wound that nearly decapitated it. Falling with the troll, they both landed with a thud. Aliyah on top, she moved to sit on the lifeless chest. Now she was breathing hard. The battle had finally ended, injuries had occurred. She could now gauge the severity of her own. Her shoulder bloody, really the entire right side was soaked. The gashes left behind by the trolls claws were deep. She would heal, but a bit of bandaging she could continue on like she always did. "You took a good hit yourself, how sever is it?" Pushing to her feet she stepped over the corpse beneath her. The least she could do was try to help, after all he very well may have saved her own life. Dear took several seconds to collect his wits about what had just happened. He caught a better look at the woman he instinctively jumped into a battle to help. There was not much light, a few flickers from the camp fires burning behind them. Something about her drew him to her. He could not put his finger on it. Sure, she was beautiful, but he had been around several beautiful women. Maybe it was just that she was so damn good with those swords? Ademar rubbed his hand over the left front side of his ribs. He grunted slightly. The spot was tender. "Yea, I think I bruised a rib. That son-of-a-bitchhit me hard with his club. Knocked me right off my feet." Dear remembered flying several feet through the air, landing on the relatively soft sand. "It isn't broken. I've broken a few ribs in my day. This is not what that feels like." He blamed himself for catching the club. He was not aware of his surroundings. Then realized that this woman saved him, "thank you for taking care of that brute. I really appreciate it." Dear stood up, placed his swords and knives back in their scabbards. Then he extended h is right hand to shake, "Hello, my name is Dear. Dear Daily." Adrenaline continued to coarse through her veins. She felt an odd sense of life after each fight she had. Focusing her attention on the man as best she could. She admired him, most would have raced pass the scene he came across. That had to be what she was feeling right now, admiration. His skill with sword and dagger was exceptional. Sure that was why she was drawn to him. Pressing a palm to her shoulder, she approached him." I saw that," picking up her discarded sword. "I hadn't realized you didn't know he was coming until he was on you." One of her own daggers stuck straight up in the sand. Pulling front he loose soil, she checked the blade for nicks. "Otherwise I would have assisted better," her palm still pressed to the wound. "You were lucky I guess, not many could take that hit without a broken bone." For whatever reason, she was smiling. The pain in her shoulder should have kept her from doing so, but she still felt invigorated. Looking around for a moment for Lean. She needed the strips of fabric she kept in the saddlebags. "Think nothing of it," she replied to own gratitude. "You came in to help me, when most wouldn't have. Least I could have done," lifting the free hand to except his. "Aliyah, Aliyah Sale hi," introducing herself. She was certain she heard his name before, but couldn't really put her finger on it. He was obviously more than a simple traveler. A Mercenary like herself no doubt. The earlier conversation with the old woman still forgotten. She might have realized what was going on right now if she remembered it. Then again, she was supposed to meet two brothers, and this was just one man. Maybe it wouldn't have been so obvious with that important bit of the information. Lesan trotted to her side, clearly aware the danger had passed. The pitch black nose, nudged her elbow. The horse seemed completely uninterested in the man standing before her. "This is Lean, he has bad manners," her eyes narrowed at the large beast. She wasn't good with conversation really. The only time she talked to most people was about a job or the money she was owed. People seemed to be uneasy around her a lot of the time. Sensing the feral nature in her perhaps, they didn't trust her either way. If he was paying enough attention, he would see the light shine of the fire in her eyes. The same way a cat would reflect. Needless to say she was at a loss as to what she should say next. Should she simply thank him again and leave? Ask him to share a meal with her? She had managed to let go of his hand. Hopefully in a manner that would offend him. Touching was also something foreign to her. She had always felt strange when someone did. That feeling was different with the stranger now known to her as Dear. It wasn't necessarily discomfort, but it made her feel nervous. She rarely felt the sensation of the emotion. To feel it now, told her she needed to alleviate the situation. Dear felt uncomfortable with the woman. It was a strange feeling. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. Normally, he was outspoken and comfortable with everyone. He was definitely comfortable with himself. That was the prerequisite to being comfortable with others. There was something about this woman that was different. He was not accustomed to warrior women. That one aspect stood out to him. He'd spent so much time in the company of men with the companions. Naturally, they were all men. That was the first reason. The second, was that Dear found himself very attracted to her. This attraction, possibly a loss of control frightened the warrior. His natural instinct was to be in control all the time. This sensation threatened that state of mind and he didn't like it. With the mention of the hit, Dear felt his ribs. They ached, a sharp pain, but not overly debilitating. They did not hurt to breathe. That single blessing reassured him they were not broken. He'd experienced broken ribs before. Yes, this pain would last, but it was tolerable. "You're right," Dear smiled at the woman. "I normally have a decent sense of situational awareness." Dear stretched out his shoulder and arm, rotating it around to loosen the muscles and tendons, to assess exactly what he felt and what may have been imagined. Dear looked her in the eye with a smile, "It is moments like this that serve to remind me to not get too confident and pay attention." He smiled and began gathering his blades. Ademar tossed a few during the fight and found what was once lost. He noticed the large beautiful black Stallion, she called"Lean". Dear was greatly impressed by the beast. "Wow!" The man stared uncontrollably at the brilliant animal. "How did you come by such an animal? He is magnificent?" Dear waited her response. He then continued to gather his gear. He observed the Trolls to insure they were not getting back up anytime soon. The creatures did seem to be resting peacefully." My mount is one I only recently acquired." Dear then began to scan the darkened horizon for the creature. "He may have run off," Dear laughed nervously. "We really hadn't h ad time to bond yet. I simply named him"Ziggy". But then Ziggy does not know his name is Ziggy. So, I doubt he will come for that." Dear then thought to jump about in the direction he traveled to search for the horse. He looked at the young woman, smiled, threw up a sole finger and spoke, "one minute." In the blink of an eye, he jumped into the desert in the direction he came from. On the first jump he foundZiggychewing on some grass about a hundred yards from where they fought their battle. He gathered the reins and resaddled. Dear trotted the horse back to his new companion. "It appears Ziggy didn't get too far away," he smiled at her, leaned down and patted the horse on the neck. "Your name is?"

The dragon's nest (Aine x Gunther)|rating:4.0

The Party of the Exs (Kolath x Chelseacraig)

Jason walked up the sidewalk to the frat dorm that he and the rest of the lacrosse team stayed in. He wasn't really feeling like the party tonight. Sure it was Friday and there was no reason not to have a party as the weekend would allow them sleep of any ill effects that would come from it. Jason just wasn't in the mood for a party at all, he had just found out that his ex-girlfriend was going to be coming to the party tonight as well. That wasn't the real problem, they had parted slightly roughly, but had let it go behind them to some degree. He had known that he was a bit of a jerk, having gone through some rough times himself in the past couple weeks. He had been sure that he had made a mistake and hurt her badly when he had left her for the dozens of girls that had been throwing themselves at him. Well he had come back this last week from being away from collage, and found out the hard way that his ex was now with one of his teammates. That had hurt the most…he had wanted to talk to her maybe somehow make it up to her, but now it was going to be impossible to. Especially since he knew why the teammate had hooked up with her. Sighing deeply he came up into the house going up to his room to lay down. He would need to have all his strength for the party in the next few hours. There was something about Fridays that excited her. Chelsea was never one to party a lot or too much, but ever since she decided to be less uptight, Fridays have been her most-awaited days. Saturdays, too, if her friends could drag her into some more celebrations. Tonight, in particular, she assured herself that she was going to have a good time. Wearing a dress she's just bought, she was a spectator in her ex-boyfriend's frat party. But no, he wasn't the reason why she was here. He let go of her once, and she was convinced that in no way would they get back together. He was too full of his own ideas of being in a relationship, and he didn't want the feeling of being tied down. There were just some things they couldn't and maybe wouldn't agree on. Mark was here though. Mark was Jason's teammate, and he has been nothing but a gentleman for the past couple of weeks. He was talking to her and telling her about their upcoming games as Jason walked through the door. Chelsea immediately focused all her attention to Mark. She didn't want to see any more of Jason tonight. Just because Chelsea didn't want to see Jason didn't mean that Mark didn't. In fact that was the very reason that he had started dating Chelsea. He pretended to pay attention to Chelsea as his team captain walked by ignoring them both and all mark could do was smirk. The whole team knew that Jason their captain hadn't had any luck getting Chelsea into his bed, which is one reason they had broken up. Mark was sure that he could do it and so had stepped in at the first chance he could and was finding it almost too easy to get inside Chelsea's pants. Granted nothing had happened yet, but she was receptive, and it wouldn't be long now. That was going to be the best getting the girl that their captain couldn't and tonight was going to be the night. An hour later the party had started, and the early crowd was there, and the drinking was in full swing. Mark had Chelsea out on the dance floor with him, his arm around her waist holding her close his lips gently trailing over her neck. Jason was standing off in a corner of the main room just taking everything in with a beer in his hand trying not to focus on what was going on with Chelsea. Chelsea was having a pleasant time, but Mark has been quite touchy tonight. "Mark," she said softly and politely as she brushed off his hand at her bum. She liked the attention, definitely, but even if she's changed things about herself, she still wasn't very open to guys just touching her whenever they liked. Once they were on the dance floor already, they stood so close to each other. Jason and Chelsea had once danced like this, it was a good feeling, really. With a slight buzz and Mark's arm around her waist, she started to dance pretty well. His kisses were making her insides tingle as they danced. After a few drinks, she was becoming more and more comfortable, and even threw her head back giggling as he kissed her skin. Mark knew that he was getting somewhere as she was starting to accept his touches and kissing. He became bolder letting his hand dip down again past her waist down to brush over her ass. His eyes moved to look over at Jason as his lips moved down her neck to her shoulder brushing one of the straps down off her shoulder. Jason had been doing rather well not looking over and Chelsea, keeping his mind off of her and the pain that he felt when he looked at her. The girls that he had given her up for held no interest for him even as they tried to get his attention throughout the night. Chelsea knew him better than he knew himself and that was why she had left, he knew that…but he couldn't help but wish to now have one last chance with her. His eyes landed on Chelsea and Mark at the moment when Mark was clearly taking advantage of her slightly drunk state. The anger that was building in Jason was immense, he knew he had to get out of here fast. Mark's hand was groping everywhere. Chelsea had half the mind to brush it off from time to time. She thought he was just teasing but one time, he squeezed her ass and she tugged at his hand to remove it. He apologized by kissing off one strap on her shoulder. Whatever he was doing was pretty hot. She has opened herself to possibilities ever since she and Jason broke up--or rather, Jason left her. But she has yet to find out her limits. She still couldn't quite see herself just doing things at a whim. No, not with Mark that is. Their 'relationship' was quite new." Mark, I think we should slow down a little," she told him as she pushed him gently by his chest. "But why?" Mark frowned, pulling her closer still, his hand slowly creeping up inside her top from behind. She was suddenly alarmed, but she still tried to remain calm and polite. "Because we're in public. Please, Mark," she said softly as she removed his hand a little firmly from inside her top. Mark has been a gentleman the whole time, maybe it was just the booze. She tried to convince herself that Mark just didn't know what he was doing. Mark was honestly getting tired of her prudishness he would have himself some of her tonight and there was little that she could do about it. However, he also knew that he needed to play it cool enough to keep her at ease long enough to get her where she couldn't say no anymore. He took his hand out and sighed softly leaning in pressing his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry baby, just being in all the noise and the party makes me confused and horny…you mind if we go to my room where it isn't so noisy?" without waiting for her to answer he took her hand and started to lead her toward the stairs. Jason's eyes narrowed as the scene continued to get worse and worse. He was glad to see Chelsea still standing up for herself but watching Mark man handle her was getting to be too much. Downing the rest of his beer he tried to look away focusing on another girl that had been trying to get his attention all night. It wasn't a moment later when one of his teammates came over and throwing a drunken arm around him said, "Hey Jason looks like Mark is getting something you never could close on." She just smiled at him when he apologized. But her eyes went wild when he grabbed her hand. "Wait," she told Mark. She tried to tug her hand off of his grip, but he wouldn't let go, he wouldn't even look at her. "Mark, I said wait!" She said a bit more sternly now. But he still wouldn't stop. She didn't want to call for more attention than they already were getting. The people probably know what's just about to happen, and she didn't want it to happen." Mark, listen to me. I said wait!" She finally yelled when they reached the top of the stairs, violently pulling back her hand. She didn't want this to get messed up, but she wasn't about to let him have his way with her. "The hell? Chelsea what is your problem? I have waited patiently for you to get comfortable, but this is getting insane." Mark reached over grabbing her arm roughly. "I have waited long enough for you to decide that you were ready, well it's time to be ready bitch." Downstairs Jason watched as Chelsea was taken upstairs and that was enough. He didn't hear the fight going on between Mark and her all he knew was that she had gone with him upstairs. A couple of the teammates were laughing and shouting encouragement to Mark about what to do with Chelsea. Jason wasn't having any of that. Stepping over he proceeded to slam his fist into first one then the other feeling a nose break under the attack. The rest of the team that was there quickly tried to stop him, but a full out brawl started with Jason taking on the whole time pissed that they would demean Chelsea like that. "You don't call me like that!" She was really taken aback by how we are treating her. This definitely was not the personality Mark has been showing her these past few weeks. "You've waited?!" She asked, her voice so angry now. "You were being nice just to get me to sleep with you?!" She removed her arm from his grip. "Mark, you're an asshole. I want you to know that." She said to him as she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could. When she got down, she was even more surprised at what she saw. "Oh my gosh," she gasped, both her hands covering her mouth. There was Jason, taking on almost half of their lacrosse team. "Jason, Jason!" She called to him, trying to get in the brawl to get him off of one guy's face. "Please Jason," she begged as she pried him away from the rest. Mark was back downstairs, looking for her like a mad dog. "Chelsea, you better come back here, you bitch." She heard him, but she didn't want to deal with him yet. She wanted to get Jason off of this fight. Jason was giving as good as he got nearly every guy that touched him ended up with a busted nose, split lip, and at least a bruised rib. Even in his drunk state he could handle most of the team, he fought with his heart and put every ounce of himself into every blow. It made a difference as most of the guys were easily cowed by his brute strength. His fist slammed once more into the left guard's nose hearing it pop loudly, just before he felt a soft pair of hands on his arm. Looking back he saw Chelsea, and the world returned at that moment the blood draining from his ears letting him hear Mark going on. His eyes narrowed as he turned to look at Mark, and clearly there was murder in his eyes. He wouldn't stand for anyone talking to Chelsea like that no matter what. He was about to stand and charge Mark once again the only thing stopping him was Chelsea's voice. She saw him turn to her. There was a really intimidating look on his face. He was angry, alright. She gathered all her courage and spoke louder. "Jason, please, let's just go." She didn't even know why she said it, but she knew it was the only rational thing to do, to get out. Chelsea turned to Mark and just said in a low voice, no emotion at all, "Get the hell out of my way." She took Jason's hand and held on to it firmly. She wasn't going to let him get into any more fights tonight, that was sure. This really wasn't how she imagined her night to be, but Chelsea had no choice, right now, all she wanted to do was probably talk some sense into him. Jason stood slowly and followed Chelsea out of the party, the only thing stopping him from teaching Mark a lesson was Chelsea holding his hand. Stepping out into the cool night air helped him cool down a lot and the silence from the frat house was almost as good, since he knew that everyone in there was worried about provoking him to come back in there. He walked with Chelsea down the street heading back into campus a bit to let the night air calm him down. Finally, he pulled back a bit to stop her. "Chelsea, I'm sorry about all that. Are you okay?" Chelsea didn't say a word as they walked. She was glad they were out of the frat house but what now? She sighed as they neared the campus. A few blocks away and they'd be in her dormitory building. She felt Jason pull back a little. She slowly turned to him without letting go of his hand. Really, she couldn't let him get back in there. He'd get in so much trouble and even if he broke up with her, she was still concerned for him." I'm fine." Chelsea looked down at her shoes. "It's okay, I'm just glad you're out of trouble now. I... I don't like it when you get in stuff like that." She was still embarrassed because he might not like the concern, but she had to be honest. "I really don't want to go back there anyway. Mark was," she kept looking down, "he wanted something." It wasn't probably the smartest thing to say, but she had to let it out. She really scared when Mark tightened his grip around her arm, she thought she wouldn't be able to get away. Luckily, she did and now, she's here outside with Jason. Jason sighed and stepped a little closer to Chelsea, reaching up to brush his hand over her cheek as she spoke about what had happened and Mark. "Hey I don't get into stuff like that so much anymore. I just…well I couldn't let them talk about you that way." He smiled looking down and gently lifting her chin to look her in the eyes. "I was worried when Mark started taking you upstairs. I… I still care for you Chelsea even if we aren't together. And Mark was just using you to get at me, he knew I still cared for you and wanted to hurt me and hoped to take over being the team lead." He let his fingers gently brush through her long hair. "Please promise me you will leave him?" Chelsea's face grew warm when he touched her cheek. "Thanks," she said softly. She was really moved that Jason was concerned about her but, at the back of her mind, she thought maybe it was just a battle of egos between Mark and him. She drew a sigh, "I got worried too, I didn't know he was such a jerk." With that request from him, Chelsea looked at him confused but nodded anyway. "Yes, I'll do that." There was absolutely no way she'd be seeing that guy again. If anything, he was lucky Chelsea didn't hit him with anything hard found in the frat house. She hated him so much. She was embarrassed that she actually went out with him. She didn't know where they were going from here. Furthermore, she was just happy that they're finally out of all that mess. Jason smiled and nodded glad to hear that she wasn't going to see Mark anymore, that was a great load off his mind. He was still holding her hand and started toward her dorm room again. "Listen Chelsea, I know that when we stopped seeing each other I was a no good jerk much like Mark is. There have been some things that happened that changed my life, so I hope." He paused and stopped walking again turning to look at her. "I hope we can start being friends, not together or anything just something we never had before, just friends." They walked to her dorm, much like the old days when he'd walk her to the door holding hands. It felt so good, really. She looked into his eyes as he spoke. She smirked a little, "Yeah, I remember clearly why you broke up with me." Chelsea smiled at him, nodding, "That's good, I mean, that there have been changes in your life. Maybe that'll eventually lead you to somebody. Don't worry, we could be friends." That hurt her a little bit. She thought she was over him but being with him again made her think just how wonderful they could really be, and she doubted if she could handle it if she saw him with somebody else. He smiled feeling the hurt in his own heart that he had to watch her find yet another someone else to be with beside him. He was careful not to let any of that show on his face as he walked with her back to her dorm. Both guys and girls were in this dorm, so there was nothing stopping him from walking her all the way up to the dorm room door, but he wasn't sure if she would like that. He sighed a little before smiling and motioning to the door. "Well here you are, I suppose I should go find some friend of mine that can put me up for the night. I doubt they will let me back into the frat tonight." "Oh," she looked at him, that worried look back on her face. No way was she going to let him get back there anyway. Who knows how aggravated his teammates are? A part of her wanted to make him sleepover, her roommate's out anyway, but she thought he might just reject the idea. Chelsea walked ahead of him but when she turned around, he was just over there, not walking. Sighing, she smiled at him. "Jason," she was doing this because he got in trouble for her, and she'd be so worried where he might sleep tonight. "My roommate's out for the weekend. Would you like to sleep over?" She shrugged, afraid that he might laugh at her. He turned to look back at her as she offered to give him a place for the night and smiled. The thoughts that rushed through his head he quickly had to put away since that is clearly not what she meant. Besides, he wouldn't take advantage of her like that, would he? Stepping back over toward the door he let his eyes look up at hers for a moment before he realized just how dangerous this was going to be, being alone with her again. He felt the old wants and desires, the love he held for her from before and now rising wanting to just reach out and kiss her deeply. "I don't… I don't want to intrude." The smile on her face grew bigger. He was cute when he looked unsure. "You're not intruding, okay?" She turned to unlock the door. Opening it for him, she warned, "I'm not sure if we've cleaned up enough, but you'll have a space to sleep in." She stepped inside and closed the door behind them. "You can sleep on my bed, I'll sleep on Trina's. You need anything?" Chelsea asked as she sat on the foot of her own bed, removing her shoes. "Do you think you and your teammates will be okay by next week?" She was worried that he must have tainted their relationship as a team already. He was still unsure, but he nodded and followed her into her dorm room. He looked over it and found it ten times cleaner then the frat house, so there was nothing for him to complain about. Furthermore, he just smiled and said nothing about it being clean or not. As it was suggested that he sleep in Chelsea's bed he blushed even knowing she meant to sleep in her roommate's bed still being in the bed that she slept in normally. He could remember when it was his bed that she slept in so much that it had taken on her scent, and he could still smell her there days after they had broken up. He shook his head and tried to pass it off. "No pleas I'm the guest here you should have your own bed, I can take the floor and be perfectly fine please." Chelsea found it funny how Jason was acting like such a nice guy. It was cute, really. She removed her shoes and put it under her bed. She grabbed a set of clothes from inside her drawer. Chelsea needed to shower and remove all of that jerk's scent on her. Thankfully, their dormitory halls did have bathrooms in each room for two. Before she stepped into the bathroom, she turned to him." Jason, it's okay. I'm not letting you sleep on the floor. You always made me sleep on your own bed, you deserve it. Though my bed's quite smaller than yours, which is why I never invited you here," she winked as she went in and started to shower. Her usual clothes when she slept was a t-shirt and some short cottony shorts. She stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wiping her hair with the towel. "Settled in already?" She asked him with a smile. Jason sighed as he knew that she was not going to let him pick any other path then what she had set in motion for him. Just the few months they had been together had told him that much about her. It was the thing that made him the most frustrated at her and made him love her the most at the same time. He sat on her bed and sighed taking off his shoes and then before thinking better of it pulled his shirt off. He had always slept in his pants and underwear as long as she had known him. As he finished pulling the shirt off there was the sound of a thunderclap outside signaling a storm was brewing. She had also just come back into the room his naked chest revealed to her with even a more refined body then he had before when they were together. "Yeah…your sure about your bed?" Chelsea tensed a bit when she saw him half-naked. Gulping, she walked to Trina's bed quickly. Putting away the towel, she sat on the bed. "Yeah, of course, I'm sure." She smiled at him briefly. Turning her mobile phone's alarm off, she turned to him, "Sleep well." She laid down on the bed, pulling up the comforter up to her chin. She closed her eyes, speaking to herself in a quite loud voice, "I really hope there's no storm." She was so scared of thunder and lightning. Furthermore, she wouldn't know what to do if the power suddenly went off. Furthermore, she was just staring at the ceiling, blankly. Almost as if on cue there was a loud peel of thunder and the sound of rain starting to fall in large amounts. The storm went from a nice night to a torrential downpour in just a few moments. The lightening shot across the sky causing the nights shadows to jump. The thunder rolled through the dorm in loud booms. Jason was fully aware of Chelsea's fear and as the storm continued to grow he slipped out of her bed and came over kneeling next to the bed she was in. "Chelsea? Are you okay?" Chelsea almost shivered when she heard the thunder, covering herself with the comforter. She just wished it would stop raining already. She had always feared heavy rain at night since she attended a lecture on how sleeping people were the first to be the victims of a storm or a flash flood. She heard Jason get out of bed and come to her side. "Not really," she said honestly. Chelsea didn't want to seem too cowardly. "Jason, just go back to sleep." She said softly as she turned her head away. What she really wanted to do was get back in her own bed and snuggle close to him until the rain stopped. But she didn't know if it would be okay to ask. Jason smiled as she struggled through what was going on and knew just how much she was scared of the storm. "Hey, come on it's me, I know how you are feeling." He reached over and gently took her hand smiling. "I know how scared you are. Come on." He gently stood tugging on her hand. "You always felt better when you were close to someone during a storm." He went back over to her bed and laid down moving back to give her enough room to join him. She was deeply touched that he remembered that little thing about her. He always looked more handsome when he smiled. She followed him to her own bed quietly, joining him in bed. "Thank you, Jason," she said softly. She turned awkwardly so her back was facing him. She did feel better knowing he was right there beside her. Covering her face with both hands, she whispered to nobody in particular, "I wish it'd stop raining. It's getting cold." Even before she finished her comment he was already wrapping her and him both up in the covers. It had been his intention to wrap her up close. He laid on his side moving close up behind her slipping an arm around her waist and gently pulling her back into him. "Hey, relax." His face was very close to her hair and could smell the scent of it soft and subtle. "This is just to help you sleep that is all." He honestly missed holding her and there was something that just felt so right about having her in his arms. "I'm scared," she admitted finally. Chelsea held the hand that he wrapped around her waist, lacing her fingers through his. "Don't go, okay?" She asked Jason as she moved closer to him, pressing her back against his strong chest. She could feel the nice warmth that surrounded them. For a moment, she didn't think about the storm that frightened her or the thunder that kept cracking. He smiled and brushed her hair lightly nuzzling into it like he had so many times while they were together. "Don't worry Chelsea, I will be here when you wake." He let his lips brush through her hair gently placing a soft kiss on her neck. His arm gently held her against his chest and he thought nothing of it as he slowly let sleep wash over him. The storm would continue through the night, and his arm would never leave its place around her waist. In the morning he would be deeply asleep not normally waking very early since it was a Saturday and just letting himself sleep in. However, part of his body was fully awake and felt her warmth against him and reacted to her presence. His cock was hard and bulging his pants out pressing against her ass as she had been snuggling against him when he fell asleep. Chelsea didn't fall asleep as easily as he did, but she felt safe knowing he was there. She snuggled closer, closing her eyes and willing herself to go to sleep. She didn't want to keep hearing the thunder and see the flashes of lightning. Chelsea held his hand tighter as she slept. The next morning, her eyes slowly fluttered open. The sun was pouring through the small slits in the blinds on their dorm's windows. She felt his warmth around her, and she had to smile at the good feeling. But, elsewhere, Chelsea could feel a part of him against her. She blushed hard, thinking of what she should do. Sighing a few moments later, she decided to do what she'd been thinking of since last night when he said he wouldn't leave her. Chelsea slowly and gently turned around so as not to wake him, wrapping an arm around him as she cuddled close to Jason. She whispered to him even if he was still asleep, "Mornin', Jason." Smiling as she closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness of their bodies. Jason was a heavy sleeper had always been that way. He had several alarm clocks just to help him get up in time for school. On Saturday it was lucky if he got up before noon, though that normally was because of the party from the night before. Today he was just so totally passed out that he didn't notice her moving and only snored in response to her saying good morning. Even though his mind was still asleep his cock was wide awake and fully aware of the beautiful female that was snuggled against him. It pressed against her through all her movements throbbing hard through his jeans that he had worn to bed. She giggled at him snoring in response. She reached up to kiss his chin but immediately bit her lip in embarrassment. Furthermore, she almost forgot - no, she did forget - that they weren't together anymore, she just gave him a place to sleep in because of what happened at the party last night. Furthermore, she didn't even know if Jason was into her anymore. Staring at his face as he slept, she wondered how it would feel if they were together again. She traced his eyes, then his nose and lastly, the outline of his lips with her finger. He was adorable, so adorable that she's missed him too much already. Jason shifted slightly at the kiss moving to roll onto his back. The touches of her hand just bringing a slight smile to his still sleeping face. It wasn't a moment later that he snored softly again clearly still deep in some dream. And from the tent of the covers and his pants it was clear that it was a very hot dream. If she could only have seen into his mind at that time she would know that he still wanted her, he respected her choice to wait till they were married, and so was dreaming about their wedding night and the treasure that he would unwrap that night. Chelsea giggled at him snoring again. It was adorable just watching him sleep peacefully, that smile on his face so charming. She cuddled close again, her arm over his chest as her leg tangled with his. She whispered, "Jason, it's morning already." She knew he was such a heavy sleeper. Out of nowhere, her curiosity grew. She could see just how hard he was, and she didn't know if it was just the morning wood, or he was dreaming of something. Her hand reached out and touched it, just touching it very gently before pulling her hand back. She wished he would wake up already. She wanted them to talk. Furthermore, she obviously had forgotten how she used to wake him up in the morning as well. He might have been a very heave sleeper, but any touch to his cock quickly brought him out of it. He woke slowly feeling her touch on his cock for that brief moment before it was removed. Shifting he arched his back and sighed turning his head to look at her laying beside him. Without even thinking instinct took over, and he leaned down kissing her hair softly. He whispered to her like he had so many other mornings that they had slept together. "Hey there, find something you like?" it was only after it was already out of his mouth that his mind totally woke up, and he returned to remember they weren't together anymore. He blushed deeply. "I'm sorry Chelsea, I didn't…god…" Chelsea smiled at him, she loved the feeling when he kissed her hair. She actually blushed at his sudden question. But he didn't have to apologize because she didn't get offended by it, she was just reminded at how good they were before." Hey, it's okay," she shushed him, a finger on his lips. "Did you have a good sleep?" She asked sweetly. Jason swallowed hard at her comment and nodded still blushing horribly about the whole situation. He could barely believe that he had lived through the embarrassment of that moment. "Yeah, I haven't slept this good since…" he stopped thinking and blushing again before moving up onto his elbow next to her looking down at her as she was laying beside him. "Since you were laying beside me last." Chelsea's heart melted at what he said. She missed him and this must mean that he just missed her as much. "Really?" She asked as she traced his lips with the tip of her finger. "I missed you," she simply said. She was hoping that he would just say the same or at least, not embarrass her this morning. He lay there looking down at her for a long moment as she admitted to missing him. He noticed that she used the past tense of having missed him not still missing him. Deep down he hoped that meant she wanted him back. It would be horrible to have to know that she still thought of him just like he did of her but didn't want her back. "Chelsea… I missed you too." Without thinking, he leaned down lightly pressing his lips to her kissing her softly. It was a soft kiss nothing hot and needy just something that could be passed off as friendly if he had read her totally wrong. At the touch of his lips against hers, Chelsea closed her eyes and her hands went to his shoulders almost immediately. It was the kind of touch she missed doing and giving to him. Jason had never been replaced in her heart. Ever. And she didn't think it would happen, not when his kiss made her feel things she hasn't felt in a long time. Chelsea still loved him, she realized it last night when he offered the space beside him because he knew how scared of the storm she was. Jason felt her pull closer moving her hands to his shoulders and smiled into the kiss knowing that she still wanted this just like he did. Slowly pulling back from the kiss his hands came up taking hers gently and bringing them to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles gently one by one moving up to the back of her hand before his eyes returned to hers." Chelsea, I am so sorry about what happened… I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. I didn't know what I had, how special you were till you weren't there for me." He leaned in pressing his forehead to hers lightly, "I know I don't deserve it, but will you give me a second chance? Chelsea just looked at him as he kissed her knuckles. Could this mean that he felt what she was feeling too? She sighed, looking into his own eyes. There was a faint smile on her face as she listened to Jason. Her heart was beating rapidly, and the smile just got bigger and brighter." It's okay, it's all okay now, Jason. I missed you so much, but you would understand if I'm a little bit more careful now, won't you?" She said softly. "But you know I don't think there'd be anybody else in my life but you." He nodded understanding or at least thinking that he did. She didn't want him back even though she felt the same way. He couldn't blame her for not wanting him after how cruel he had been before, and as he said he didn't deserve the second chance. He had totally missed the smile on her face, and her words about being careful and escaped their true meaning." I understand Chelsea, and I don't blame you." He sat up in bed sighing softly and trying not to let the tears that threatened at the edges of his eyes fall. He was so convinced that he didn't deserve her that he had only heard what he thought she meant to say not what she really had said. She saw how different his reaction was with what she was counting on. Chelsea sat up, wrapping her arms around Jason from behind and spoke to him gently, "Don't be sad, honey." She knelt behind him, so her hands were now caressing his front, and she rested her chin on his shoulder." We can always talk about this some other day when our heads are clearer. Right?" She smiled at him, kissing his cheek gently. "You want to go out for breakfast?" Chelsea was trying to lighten up their morning. Jason sighed softly leaning back into Chelsea a bit loving the feeling of her being so close to him. He had always loved the touch of her body against his when she held him so close. He leaned his head back and lightly kissed her cheek before nodding and gently pulling away from her. "Yeah…your right why rush into anything." He was still hurt a little, but he was going to push it down letting himself relax a little and just enjoy that she wanted him back at all. He looked at her there kneeling on the bed and couldn't stop himself as he leaned down lightly pressing his lips to hers, his hand slipped around to tangle in her hair just kissing her deeply, passionately letting her feel all the feelings he had for her. She knew he wasn't convinced yet just how much she wanted him back. But they could deal with that later, she thought. Until he leaned down and kissed her. Chelsea's eyes just shut close, her hands going up to wrap around his neck. She pulled him down with her as she laid back down on the bed. Yes, she wanted his kiss so much, and she couldn't help but just give it to him, laying all she had in that one kiss. "Jason," she moaned in his mouth as their kiss deepened. She just wanted him to stay, that was all. Jason kissed her deeply pressing close moving over her as she lay back. His hand slowly brushed up her side gently moving the night shirt she had on up without really realizing it. He wasn't trying to push anything on her just reacting to the passion he felt in her. His body was acting on its own, and the morning wood that he had lost a few moments ago quickly returned with full strength pressing against her stomach as he knelt on the bed over her. His hand on her side moved up and brushed the underside of her breast through her shirt. He suddenly stopped gently pulling back from the kiss and moving his hand away from her breast. "I'm sorry….your right we should…go out to have breakfast." He was still kneeling over her his breathing a little heavy. Chelsea was so deep in passion, moaning softly as she just kissed him and her hands were all over his body. She cringed at the touch of his hand near her breast, but she didn't stop, still kissing him, especially when she felt just how hard he was again. His morning wood was back. And then he pulled away. Chelsea looked at him, so much confusion in her eyes, but she felt embarrassed that she was the very excited one. She sighed, raising herself up with her elbows supporting her. "Okay, maybe we should have breakfast," she said as she looked down and started to get up from the bed. The last thing that Jason wanted to do was stop the kiss or stop touching her. His hands ached to be on her body, his body needed to be close to hers feeling her pressing against him. He blushed a bit before moving toward the bathroom to drain his bladder for the morning before they left for breakfast. His cock being hard made it a little more difficult, but he finally got everything out and aimed right. Standing there was plagued by thoughts of her body, the softness of her breast under his hand, the warmth of her body close to his. He wanted her but was trying his best to respect the wishes that she had to wait. Chelsea waited patiently by the door, wearing one of his team jackets that he gave her when they were still together. It seemed like an appropriate time to wear it as she stood, her arms crossed in front of her. She sighed, thinking of how much she really missed Jason. He was just there, inside the bathroom and yet it still felt very far. Chelsea wanted to tell him so many things, wanted to ask him just as much. Hell, she just wants to get back together, but she didn't know what was keeping her from saying just that. Was it pride? Or fear that he might leave again? Or maybe it was the pressure that when they get back together, she'd be pressured to have sex with him... She knew he was so much more than that. So, she stayed there, standing and waiting. Right now, she just wants to be with him and spend some time with him. Jason finished in the bathroom washing his hands before he left. His mind was worrying over how much he was unsure of right now. Just what was it that Chelsea wanted from him? He wanted whatever she would let him have, a friendship at least, more if she wanted it. He sighed opening the door and stopped seeing Chelsea standing there clearly waiting for him. He stared at her his eyes doing a once over her body slowly. Furthermore, he knew her body's curves like the back of his hand but still it was a joy to see them even in clothes. His eyes returned to face and stepped a little closer brushing his hand against her cheek. "Chelsea, you know what I want from you. I want to be with you again what ever that means. I know you don't know what you want from me right now and that’s okay. Furthermore, I'm willing to wait…" his eyes stayed locked with hers for a long moment, "… I will wait for anything, and everything you want me to wait for." Chelsea smiled as he got out of the bathroom. He looked fine even in the morning. His words hit her hard. That's exactly what she wanted. And right at this moment, she was thinking already that maybe she should give it a go. By the way Jason went to the trouble of protecting her reputation, she was quite sure that he still loved her." Jason, are you sure that's what you want?" She asked him, removing his hand from her cheek and holding both his hands in hers. "Because if I give you one more chance, and you blow it, I'll be gone forever." Jason nodded slowly his eyes never leaving hers as he stepped a bit closer and pressed his lips to hers in a deep passionate kiss. He kept her there in a gentle hold not letting her pull away before he finally pulled back looking again into her eyes. "Yes Chelsea, I'm sure, I want you back more than I can say. I'm sorry I hurt you. I was honestly a jerk back then, but a lot has happened since we broke up. Furthermore, I learned some hard lessons about what was important in life." He smiled slightly, "I want you to leave me if I dare hurt you again. I don't deserve you honestly, and you should just slap me and tell me to get the fuck out of here for even asking you this." She was so engaged in the kiss that he initiated. Chelsea loved it when they kissed, it just removes all the worries, the tiredness, everything. She's just at ease whenever they're together. It's been so hard when they broke up. But now that he was here, everything seemed right again." You know me," she started, "I'm weak when it comes to these things. I love you and I'm taking you back. So if you do plan to leave me again, just tell me now so I won't get attached anymore. Because, really, Jason, I love you and I don't think I'll ever love anybody as much as I love you." She looked at him straight in the eyes, her words and voice sincere. He smiled and brushed her cheek again leaning back though all he wanted to do was kiss her again. His body ached to be close to her to hold her to kiss her, to make love to her if she let him. However, he needed to think clearly for a moment as he looked at her eyes as she spoke about what she wanted. It touched his heart so deeply it was all he could do not to drop to his knees and beg for her forgiveness for leaving her. As it was, he did have tears slip down his cheeks, something that had never happened in front of her before. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings anymore, the tears in his mind was only a mark of the truth of his feelings. Pressing close to her, he leaned in kissing her once again before nodding slowly. "I know Chelsea, and I don't ever want to leave you again. I want you beside me through the rest of my life. I just wasn't right without you, I could have gone through everything so much easier had you just been there with me." He kissed her again slightly deeper, not noticing the effect their closeness and all the kissing was having on his cock, it was quickly hard again pressing against her through his jeans. She wiped the tears from his face, wrapping her arms around his waist sweetly. She looked up at him, a smile on her face as she brushed away his worries and guilt. "Jason, I just want you to promise me that it will never happen again. Just that, no more going back to the past and simply leaving it behind. That's what I want," she told him seriously. She knew he had a hard-on again. She could feel it, but she didn't mind, as long as Jason was just there. "Let's get breakfast, and then we can talk more," she suggested, nuzzling her cheek against his chest as she hugged him closer. He smiled kissing her again softly. "I can promise that Chelsea, I will never leave you again. I can't promise we won't fight, and that I won't sometimes just leave the room or house to cool down. But I will always come back." He smiled and leaned in again kissing her before pulling back and nodding slowly. "Yeah breakfast that’s a good idea." He took her hand and led her out of the room heading downstairs and out the front of the building at which point he stopped realizing a problem. "My car is still at the frat house. And there isn't much within walking distance." He sighed looking at her seeing if she had any suggestions. Chelsea knew he was sincere and serious this time. That's what's important. She just didn't want anything to between them again, ever. She was serious on keeping him, and she wished that he felt the same way, which she thinks he does, actually. As they walked out, she felt like it was just like before, them getting breakfast together and just hanging out. "Hmm," she said, thinking a while as they held hands. "There's nothing to eat in our dorm but I really want to get something to eat," she pouted a little. She didn't want to, but she knew it was their only choice. "Come on, let's get your car," she suggested, squeezing his hand. His mind reached the same thought about the moment she said it and nodded still holding her hand. Gently he led her through the campus back over to the frat house. Fortunately it looked like almost the whole house was still down from the night before. Going around back he went to his white Ford SUV and reached into his pocket. Cursing softly he looked at her and sighed. "My keys are inside, you want to come with me? Or stay out here while I get them?" he knew that going back inside with her might not be the best choice as that bastard might see her and try and make up for last night. Not to mention that he had bloodied most of the team the night before. She walked with him to the frat house, just holding his hand the entire time and thinking where they could have breakfast together. When they reached the frat house, she was a little anxious. Not only was the jerk who tried to get her in his bed in that same house, but he also got in trouble with his teammates last night. She didn't want to be the cause of bad blood among them." Okay, I'll just wait for you here," she said, squeezing his hand as she let him go to get his keys. She crossed her arms in front of her, sighing as she waited. This was going to be a big jump for both of them, but she knew he was serious when he said he wouldn't leave her again. He squeezed her hand once more before letting it go and heading inside. It wasn't going to be long just a quick run-up to his room to grab is keys and wallet. Stepping into his room he grabbed what he needed and just happened to look out the window. It looked onto the back where he had parked his car. "Shit!" he turned and ran back down the stairs trying to hurry out. Mark had come out of the frat house just a few moments after Jason had gone in. smiling at seeing her there he slowly came over to her, his face bruised from the fight the night before. "Hey there beautiful. I knew you would be back for more." His hand grabbed her arm and pulled her close before she could run. She spun around, thinking the footsteps were Jason's. But when she saw who it was, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Mark," she gasped. He looked horrible. Bloodshot eyes, he reeked of beer and he had bruises. She wanted to throw up at remembering that they even dated for a few days. In a blink of an eye, Mark had gripped her hand, and it was harder this time than last night. "Let go of me!" She said sternly, tugging her hand, but he wouldn't let it go. "Mark, I said let go of me, you ass!" At that word, he just burst. He grabbed her chin close to his face and looked at her face before he spoke dangerously, "Yes, I might be an ass, but I'm one damn ass to mess with, Chelsea. I get what I want!" Chelsea was scared. Really scared. He looked as if he was just about to do anything he should just to get her inside and she did the only thing she could think of. "Jason! Jason!" She screamed helplessly as Mark pulled her closer and started kissing her neck hungrily. "Jason! Please! Jason! Help me!" At this point Mark didn't care at all, inside, outside it didn't matter to him. All that mattered what that this bitch gave him what was rightfully his. He had put out too much time not to get anything from her, she wasn't going to deny him again. His hands came up grabbing at her pants with one hand working the belt open as the other hand held her tight. A moment later Jason came out of the house and pulled Mark off of her. The fight was over before it had honestly even started. With as hung over as Mark was Jason was quickly able to drop him with a well-placed knee to the groin. Mark doubled over not being able to scream in pain or anything just dropped to his knees and rolled to his side as Jason came over brushing his hand through Chelsea's hair. "Are you alright?" Chelsea was horrified. She couldn't do anything as Mark groped to undo her jeans with one hand. Luckily, Jason was there in a blink of an eye, and she was saved, yet again. Mark was on the ground, grimacing in pain. Chelsea just looked at him and stepped back." Let's get out of here," she begged Jason, tugging at his hand. "Please, Jason, let's just get out of here now," there was a frown on her face, and it was obvious that she was still very scared. It was traumatic, really. She just wanted to leave and never see that bastard again. Nodding Jason opened the door to his large white SUV and helped Chelsea get in the passenger side before going around and getting in to drive away. It wasn't until they were off the campus and heading into town that he reached over and gently took her hand. "I'm sorry Chelsea, I wasn't there when you needed me." He pulled over into a parking lot a moment later stopping and turning to look at her waiting for her to calm down. She hastily got in his car, buckling herself and not even glancing at Mark's hurting figure on the sidewalk. She just wanted to get away. Furthermore, she just wanted to leave that rotten place because Mark has done nothing but try to take advantage of her. Chelsea glanced at Jason as he drove them out of the campus. When he pulled into a parking lot, she held his hand and squeezed it. She held on to it firmly. "You came right on time," she said, assuring him that he did nothing wrong." I really don't know where I would end up without you, Jason. I really don't. So don't get tired of being my hero, okay?" she said as she leaned forward, her one hand unbuckling herself, and she was a few centimeters away from his face when she mouthed 'thank you' and kissed him softly. He sat there not feeling what she was saying that he was there when she needed him and just sighed deeply. His lips pressed into hers his hand coming up and gently brushing her cheek before lightly moving back to tangle in her hair. She always did know just what to say to make him feel better about himself. Slowly he released her letting her lean back if she wanted as he smiled and nodded. "Okay, you know I will always come for you when you need me Chelsea." He smiled and leaned back in his seat before sighing again. "So where shall we go? Anywhere is fine just need to get breakfast before it's time for lunch." She smiled at him, nodding. Chelsea held Jason's hand and pointed forward. "There's a diner on the street after the second corner," she suggested. "We can have breakfast there if you want." She was hungry too, and she just wanted to eat with him. She wanted to feel the way they were before, always spending time together and having fun with each other. Jason smiled back at her nodding before moving back into the seat correctly and setting into drive. The diner wasn't far down the road and within a few moments they were there, and he was pulling them into a parking space. He got out and came around to open her door for her and help her out of the SUV. It wasn't something that he had always done, never having shown this side of himself to her before always having hidden behind bluster and the tough guy façade. He offered her his hand before heading inside. Chelsea appreciated that he was really trying to change. She clasped his hand, her other hand holding his arm as they walked to the diner. Once inside, she pointed to a booth for the two of them, and she sat across him. This was like any other morning they had when they were still together." What would you like? They make awesome pancakes here," she said smiling. He sat across from her and just looked over the menu for a moment before setting it aside already knowing what he wanted. The waitress wasn't far from coming as asking for their orders, and he ordered a side of corned beef hash and a side of hash browns like he almost always did, with a coke. After the waitress was done with him, she turned to Chelsea waiting for her order. She watched him as he made his order. She smiled at the waitress, her positive attitude clear now as she spoke. "Pancakes. Three pieces, with lots of chocolate syrup please," she said nicely. She liked sweet things in the morning especially today, having Jason here with her during breakfast. When the waitress left, she just stared at Jason, her chin propped on her hand. "I missed this kind of mornings, honestly." Jason leaned back looking across the table at her as she made her order and then looked at him. He smiled leaning forward onto his own hand his face just a short distance from hers as they both leaned over the table. "I agree, there is nothing better than waking up next to the most lovely woman in the world and then getting to take her to breakfast." His hand reached out brushing a hair back into place as it had fallen over her forehead as he was talking his eyes just locked with hers.((Sorry about the long delay I will totally understand if you aren't still interested in our game. However, I'm mostly back still struggling with my father's recovery but able to post more if you are still wanting to continue.))

The Party of the Exs (Kolath x Chelseacraig)|rating:3.0

The Prince and His New Captive [Burukal and Ashleebabe]

Susan was tapping her pencil against her desk as her mind was lost in a daydream that she knew could never exist. Her mind was snapped back to attention when the teacher asked her a question. She shrugged and only faked a small guess as to what it was. It was unlike her to lose herself in her thoughts like this. She longed to just figure out was happening. At night was not sleeping, she was being plagued with dreams of a land she knew she was not to see again and a boy who was not longer a sweet and brave face. The thoughts plagued her, but they were getting more and more vivid. Today was the last day of the term and she smiled. The next time she would be in school it would be for Oxford in the fall. She was no longer a child but a woman of eighteen. The bell chimed and everyone gathered their belongings. She was officially free from the confines of the prison they called school, and she was onto her new life. She still lived at home but by the end of the summer she would be in her dormitory and her new life can begin. Furthermore, she was to never speak of Narnia to another soul outside her sister and her two brothers, but Peter was already at college and the others were too busy in their lives. No one was burdened with the thoughts she was having. She made her way to the train and then to her street. She stopped and waited for the trolley to cross when it happened again. Furthermore, she was alone, and yet the gate to Narnia was open. Furthermore, she was transported to Narnia and to the sandy beaches that were not far from where she arrived a few years prior to it. And there in the shadows was Aslan. In his full and glorious mane, he shook his head, and she moved over to him.“Aslan!” Susan cried out in joy and embraced the lion. “How did I get here, and why did you bring me here? Aslan, is this one of your dreams or did you really bring me back to Narnia?” She asked, and she was granted with news.“Susan, it’s wonderful to see you dear. I have brought you, and only you back for a special trip. A friend of yours is in much danger, and you must save them.” He nudged her and they began to walk. “It has only been ten years in Narnia time, but it looks to only a few for you, my have you grown. I have not been able to find any of your belongings since you left before. I cannot believe how matured you have gotten dear.” They were in the forest and then Susan went to talk to him, and he was gone.“Aslan?” She called out, but there was no answer. However, there was a group of men closing in who were surprised to see her. They ran at her, and she dropped to the ground but no blows came. She was bracing herself only to hear the hooves of a horse and a yell of a man who meant business. "Oi, you lot, get 'I'm under control!" The shout went out as the horse reared violently. Hooves flew in the air, flinging tufts of sand and dirt and grass in every direction. The magnificent black stallion's eyes glared menacingly at the circle of men who bore shield and bridle and saddle." That's what you get for not choosing atalkinghorse." James said with a slight chuckle as he watched. The king at his side nodded, smiling as seasoned warriors were held at bay by a stubborn horse with a temper. James shook his head, ruffling the long locks of hair that extended down his neck and turned to walk away. "When you are ready to give up on finding a better horse, I'll be in the stables waiting." The steel blue eyes of King Caspian the Tenth watched James leave. For a horse, James was rather self-assured and pretentious, Caspian thought. Although Iranians had become a more common sight since his coronation ten years earlier, Caspian would still never grow used to the talking animals. Dwarves and Minotaur and centaurs he could deal with, but when his steed talked back to him, Caspian started to have some serious doubts about reality." Put the bridle around 'I'm!" The little red-haired dwarf shouted again, encouraging the Tel marine soldiers to try again at getting the stallion under control. Caspian sighed, crossing his arms over his tunic. He was growing impatient with the Carmen stallion, and wondered idly if this 'gift' was not more than a joke intended to insult him. Give me a steed from your royal stables who try to bash the head in of any man that approaches him? Yes, I'm sure it's a mere happenstance that our stable hands cannot control him. Caspian started forward, reaching for the sword at his side, when one of the Tamarind soldiers gave a shout. Caspian's gaze followed the man's point down the beach, and he saw the distant figure of a woman stumbling out of a cave. The momentary distraction was all it took, and the stallion broke loose of the circle, galloping down towards the woman. The horse all but forgotten, Caspian's loyal soldiers ran towards the newest perceived threat, for there had been rumors that an attempt on his life would be made in due time. He ran to catch up with the soldiers, though both he and his men were in a more casual dress for the breaking of the stallion. As he drew near, Caspian's eyes grew wide as he recognized the face of the woman, if not her figure. His soldiers surrounded her, and she immediately dropped into a curl on the ground. So Queen Susan is playing innocent and weak, is she? He thought with a smirk as he approached." Clear away, men! Clear away!" He shouted, pushing two soldiers back so he could enter the circle they had made. Swords gleamed in the sunlight, and Caspian glared at the over eager soldiers. "Howdareyou all draw steel to royal blood? Do none of you recognize Queen Susan the Gentle?" "Prince Caspian? It, is you? My goodness, you have changed." She rose and laughed. The man from her dreams was really Caspian. He grew taller and a lot more rugged than she last saw him. Caspian the tenth was no longer a boy and his men followed a threat to the letter. She brushed the dirt off of her school uniform of maroon and plaid and smiled. "I do not have my weapons otherwise your men would already have been dispensed." She laughed and moved over to embrace him." I feel odd being called that title after so many years of being away. Caspian, what is the meaning of such a heavy guard in Narnia. Have you not been at peace with the people since I have left?" She asked loosening her now long hair from it braid. "Is you home nearby, perhaps we can talk there. I would like to freshen up, and perhaps I could find some clothing to change into." She added as she looked to the men. "Perhaps we can tell them tales of my battles compared to yours. I have taken down a foe or two in my time." She smirked and waited to be taken to the castle. Caspian smiled. He felt a glimmer of his old youthfulness return when Susan's angelic laughter touched his ears. Again Caspian realized why the poets of old had said that Susan was wanted by all the men in Narnia, yet she gave herself to no one. "It'sKingCaspian now, actually." He said with a smile, "Thanks to you and your family actually, as I recall." Susan was right on target with her guess about his relations with the Iranians. Caspian could not bring himself to tell her about the waning peace between the Tamarins and the Iranians. He knew that after all the lives sacrificed, Susan would only find him lower in her sight for allowing things to escalate to the point where death threats were being made. Susan was a glimmer of hope from his past, and Caspian would not allow her to be tainted by the evil that had come to Narnia." Yes, perhaps, although I may simply give you a bow and allow you to show these impudent men exactly how accurate you are. I'm sure I have some apples you can shoot off their heads and teach them a lesson or two about standing still in the face of a threat." Caspian suggested. He wanted to catch up on news with her over the past decade, but to do so in the sight of his men was unthinkable. He was King Caspian the Tenth, and appearances had to be maintained. Later, when they were suitably alone in the castle, he would want to speak in more depth with her. I was never this withdrawn ten years ago. Caspian thought idly as he extended his arm, hooking elbows with Susan for the walk." I'm sure the men would love to hear the old tales told from the perspective of a young woman who actually participated in them," Caspian said as his feet padded softly in the sand, "Rather than hearing it from old wives and scholarly wizards who have nothing better to do than recount ancient tales of kings and queens." "Excuse me then, King Caspian I bid you my fairest apologies." She bowed and laughed as she linked elbows with the King of Narnia. She knew by the way the men had reacted towards a small woman that there was something against the King. Furthermore, she shook her head ADN made their way back to the palace and noticed how heavily this was guarded as well. Furthermore, she frowned and never remembered seeing Caspian this troubled before. The servants looked at her and bowed at their sight. "If you give me a bow and a sword I can still show you a few things." She teased Caspian as they traveled out of the woods." You have loyal subjects now Caspian but what truly has you so guarded in times that should be filled with joy. I was brought back here for a reason and it's time for you tell me what has happened in Narnia." One thing she did notice was there not a ring on his finger. "Why have you not married yet, isn't it Tel marines' law that you marry before you ascend to the throne?" Her questions were justified but the door in the study and she closed it. "I think your staff will find it odd that I have appeared OTU of thin air for no real apparent reason. Are there statues and pictures of me around?" She asked curiously The walk back to the castle was short and light-hearted. For the briefest of minutes, Caspian was content to jest and walk arm in arm with Susan, exchanging witty catches and barely flirtatious glances as they had in their youth. As the waves washed upon their feet, Caspian could not help but notice the odd garments that Susan was wearing. He had not ever seen clothing quite like the maroon uniform she wore, and it struck him for the first time how truly foreign her world must be to him. Her clothing was not the only thing that caught his eye. Over ten years, Caspian had aged well. His once boyish features were now slightly more worn and his hair had grown longer. War with the giants of the north and the stresses of his rule had given a set to his eyes and jaw that was even more intense than it had been in the past. They entered Castle Tel marine by way of his secret passages through the cliffs. They were relatively new, having been carved out during the first two years of his reign. Caspian had wanted a back door to escape through when the war with the giants had begun. The war did not last long, and was over long before any of the Narnia lands were threatened, but Caspian had had the passages finished anyway. They made for easy access to the castle without having to traipse through the village." Ah, what King of Narnia has had a reign not threatened by war?" Caspian offered as Susan asked him about his troubles. "The giants of the northern regions have caused trouble again as they did during the reign of your brother Peter. But don't worry; we gave those troublesome giants such a beating theystillpay us tribute." The grand halls of Caspian's castle echoed slightly with their footsteps. The castle was emptier than it had been in years past. The death threats had caused him to take greater cautions on who he allowed entrance into the castle. "I have not married simply because the right woman never stuck around." He said simply as the door to the study opened at the push of his arm. "The staff will not find your appearance odd, I think. No doubt the soldiers on the beach have already spread word that Queen Susan has returned to Narnia. It would not surprise me to find eleven suitors waiting on the steps of the castle should you look out the window for some fresh air." Susan was surprised that the entrance to the castle was carved into the mountain. She was impressed with his idea, but a little frightened because he as to run from a fight and not embrace his heritage. She looked at him when he mentioned the Giants. The giants had not given her any problems and Peter just was overzealous and immature. He made fights with everyone." Most kings do have issues with others but Caspian, I thought you would be able to handle it with words not swords." She explored the room while she listened to him. Her horn was on display. "You kept it for all these years and never blew it?" She placed a Hanson it and smiled. "I doubt any man would care to see me whilst I am in your castle Caspian. What makes you think I even would consider marrying another man. I am rather young in my world." Caspian leaned against the door as Susan walked around the room. The guards knew well enough to leave him alone when he was in a room with a woman. Susan was not the first women he had taken into his castle, but thus far none of his conquests had proven successful in the long term. That was the true reason he had not yet taken a wife. Caspian had given up on ever having Susan a year after her departure when he truly realized he would never see her again." The legends say to only blow the horn in the hour of your greatest need." Caspian said. "As for your suitors, well in your world you may be young, but in our world we marry young as well." Not to mention the fact that Susan had matured and filled out to be a positively stunning woman, her courage and bravery were some of her most attractive traits. Caspian was surprised she did not have anybody in her world. Susan looked at him and sighed heavily. "Caspian, I do not wish to talk about how you want to marry me off so you can tame me." She joked and settled in his chair. "What has truly turned this peaceful kingdom into a fortress?" She asked as she crossed her legs and then placed her Hanson either side of the chair. "If you do not want to talk then that is fine. I will go and find Aslan and ask him to take me home." She rose and moved towards the door. "It was a pleasure to see you again Caspian. You have always been in my thoughts lately, and I will wish the best for you." She moved and opened the door walking down the corridors and to the main entrance of the castle. Caspian opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, off Susan was, determined not to let him say a word as she left the room. For a moment, Caspian wondered why she even asked him a question she didn't intend to let him answer, but that could wait until later. "Susan, wait!" He called out, hastening after her. Caspian caught her before she had gone more than a few paces down the corridor." Susan, I do not know how much time has passed in your world, but here it has been ten years. Much has changed in Narnia, both with her people and with me." He took her by her shoulders as his deep eyes bored into hers, "I know you will not go to find Aslan. You and I both know that he does not work that way. Nothing ever happens the same way twice with him. It makes him unpredictable, to be sure."" Besides," Caspian added with a smirk, touching Susan's chin softly, "I doubt that any mortal man would be able to tame you. Come back to the study, and we'll talk about Narnia." Susan felt something when he touched her chin and had her look into his eyes. "Caspian, it's not like I have not changed either. I am going to be starting a higher level of knowledge and I have a lot to be doing this summer. Besides, if Aslan moved the earths to bring me here, he can send me back." She added and moved away from him. She could not get attached to him because it would kill her to leave him again. Furthermore, she moved back down the hall and back into his study and stopped." Caspian can I at least change out of these clothes? I do not want to be looked upon in more of an odd manner than I already am. Can I freshen up, and we can continue this over dinner?" She crossed her hand under her breasts and waited for the answer. "Yes, of course." Caspian replied. He escorted her down the hall to a guest bedroom. The room was lavishly appointed, as was expected by any guests that a Tamarind king saw fit to stay with him. Oakwood furniture was padded and a bed and divan sat in the center of the room. "There are some clothes in the closet that we keep on hand for guests. Feel free to see if any fit you. If not, I can have some made for you, but it will take a few hours." Caspian leaned against the door frame as he looked into the room, "It's good to see you again, Susan. When you left Narnia, I was very... disappointed." Although Caspian guessed that Susan very likely would not be in Narnia for any more than a few days - a week at most - he didn't want her to leave. She was the queen he could never have. "The room is lovely, but I do not think I am going to be staying to long in it. However, I do appreciate the kindness you have bestowed upon me." She went to the closet and found a dress in her size. All of them were in her size, but she did not utter a word about it. "Please do not go to extreme lengths to impress me Caspian. Just think of me as an old friend who has come to visit." She smiled ADN then she heard his words. She placed the gown on the bed moved over to him." You knew I was going to be leaving soon Caspian. How could not prepare yourself for it. I had come to terms with not returning. But I have missed you, or the boy who used to be you." She moved back towards the bed and picked up the gown. She moved to the dressing chambers and removed her uniform and washed herself up while talking to him. "Did you honestly think Was here to stay this time Caspian. I cannot stay for no longer than one Narnia day. I have things to do." Caspian did not avert his gaze as Susan changed behind the dressing curtain. "And what could you possibly have to do that is more important than being here? Aslan brought you here for a reason, Susan." He reasoned. Caspian would not say that he didn't want her to go because he feared she would never return. Despite himself, Caspian's old feelings for Susan were being renewed by her arrival. He knew that a Narnia Queen would never agree with what he was doing to the kingdom, so he planned not to tell her of the census and taxation that was scheduled to start within the week." Susan, if not for Aslan's sake, would you consider staying even a bit longer for our sake? Our time together was so short, and the kiss you left on my lips burns still. My feelings have not changed." Caspian hooked his thumbs on his sword belt as he leaned up against the wall. "In honesty, Susan, what life of yours in your world is more important than the fate of Narnia?" "What do I have that was more important than being in Narnia, nothing as of late? However, Caspian I cannot stay and help you out by listening to you to switch your words about. Have I ever been the one to just simply sit back and talk." She emerged in a does of blue and gold, the blue was the same color of her eyes. He was leaning against the wall, and she smiled." I thought I would never see you again Caspian. That kiss was my goodbye to you. I will admit you were my first time, but I could not stay and try something that would not last. You do realize that we are too completely different people correct?" She sat on the bed and took a brush from the table and began to brush her hair out. "You were my first love." She admitted and no more than a small blush. Caspian approached Susan. She was dressed in a gown that accented her beautifully. Her long hair was let down, and the dress clung to her in all the right places. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more so now that she was a full-grown woman. "No, you have always been a woman of action, Susan." He replied. Caspian would not tell her that she had been his first love. He had loved and lusted before he met Susan, but he did have to admit that she was special. Tamarind women were all very fish posh and 'feminine'. Susan was strong and brave, and she could fight with the best of men. Caspian found that level of independence and strength attractive, far more so than the submissive obedient nature of most Tamarind women." The kiss was our goodbye, but it made me want all the more to go with you. I could not, as you know. Somebody had to watch the kingdom." Caspian leaned against the bedpost of the canopy bed, his arms crossed. Since Susan had left, Caspian had tried his luck with love, but compared to the Narnia queen, no Tamarind woman could stand up to her strength or her beauty. Caspian would not let her slip away this time. Not to mention that having a Narnia queen again would help to quiet the Iranians." I loved you as well, Susan. I still do. These many years, I have not taken a wife. Your very memory had put the other women of Delmar to shame. None can compare to the queen of Narnia." Susan looked to him and shook her head. "Caspian you are being ridiculous, I have every intention on returning. I am not sure what you must have been thinking all these years but highly doubt it was love. I mean we were young and foolish when I was heard last. Do you happen to know where my quiver and BOE went? I cannot find it and I looked at Care Caravel already." She's changing the subject immediately. Her long hair moved down her back and sighed as she moved it off her neck for a moment. "I have hardly been much of a queen Caspian but have to tell you this. I cannot rule or interfere that much in your life. What did you want to me to do here?" Caspian sighed, shaking his head as he paced the room. He was not used to not getting what he wanted. As king, everybody was at his beck and call, but not so with Susan. Could she not see how much he desired her company, at the least! Yes, he would likely have to accept that she would eventually leave Narnia again, and Caspian would let her leave his kingdom if she so chose to." You act as if Iwantedyou here." Caspian snapped back, "It was not I who came to Aslan and asked him to bring you here. Do I dictate to that mighty Lion? Nay, Susan, he dictates to all of us, when he shows his face. I have never seen him since that day when you left Narnia. How can you think I would have some say in your return?" Caspian walked to the window and opened it. The fresh wind blew locks of hair from his face as he looked to the north. "Susan, just as in the times of the Four Kings and Queens, the Iranians of the North cause trouble. The giants and the ogres and Minotaur; all the large beast-folk are raising strife. That is likely why Aslan has bid your return. A true Queen of Narnia could appease or at the least quiet them. Every word I speak seems only to anger them further." This was not far from the truth, as lies went. However, Caspian did not mention that what had gotten the large Iranians into anger was his taxation and census of the people. We have taxes and census all the time in Delmar. Why do the Iranians have to cause trouble and object? She watched his anger and his lack of control with what he wanted. He was acting like a child and an unruly one at that. He wanted nothing more than to have his way and to hell with the repercussions. Susan knew better than to think that she could stay here. She moved and stood next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You must have angered them in some way. The Arians do not get angry over nothing." Susan shook her head and moved away from him. "Caspian, where are my weapons?" She asked one more time hoping to change the subject. Caspian nodded to the window along the north wall of the room. "It's been ten years time since you left Narnia. The Iranians refurbished the shrine to the Kings and Queens beneath the ruins of Care Caravel. Your weapons, along with other artifacts relating to the Kings and Queens, are there in the vault where Iranians can go to see and visit them. Iranians put a lot of stock in legends and prophecy, I have learned." Caspian tugged on the plus rope hanging by the door, and within moments a servant knocked at the door. Caspian opened it for the man and the servant instantly bowed at the waist. "Yes, my lord?"" Jon, fetch some drink. Bring it in a travel skin. I think Queen Susan will be preparing for a trip momentarily." Caspian ordered. The servant bowed again and hurried off." I'll prepare a small contingent of soldiers to travel with you to the Care Caravel ruins, Susan. The woods are not safe anymore. You should not travel alone." "I have always known that the Arians believed in us more than the Tel mars Caspian. It is just a shock that you did not take that knowledge with you when we handed you a placed-filled Narnia, and it is being fall apart, apparently. Do you think I can walk in there, take my belongings and walk out without being flocked too, plus a Tellurian guards at my side? They would think I was taken hostage." She smiled at the joke and grabbed a traveling cloak." I see you have not mentioned if you were coming on this little trip? Are you going to accompany me Caspian or are you going to stay here and pout?" "They may not recognize you." Caspian replied, "The statues and pictures of you are of you when you were older and ruling in Narnia. I was raised learning about the Kings and Queens, and I did not recognize you at first, until your brother introduced you." Caspian waited for the servant to return with the flask of water. The skin gourde was sealed well with a cork, and he slung it over his shoulder. "Yes, I'll come with you Susan. The guards and I will be in disguise as ordinary travelers, so we don't rile up undue attention." "I think I can manage to get my own belongings even if I have to use my sword skills to prove it. I may be Susan the Gentle, but I am hardly that." She smirked devilishly as she made her way through the main halls and down to the stables. "So if I remember correctly Care Caravel was about three miles due West of here, right?" She slipped on her hood and felt a chill." Caspian, when has the weather changed. Its gotten a bit of a breeze, like winter is coming." She added as she mounted her own horse without assistance. His men just looked at her. "Never seen a lady mount a horse without aide?" She asked and moved others to the Caspian. "Coming?" There was that passionate adventurer again hoping for fun and adventure. "It is late autumn, yes." Caspian replied as he climbed up onto his own steed. He had seen Susan mount her own horse many times during the short war in which he had claimed his throne, ten years earlier. He knew well how strong a woman she was, and how adventurous she could be. It was part of what he found so attractive about her." Give the old king a minute, Queen Susan." Caspian's steed, James, said, "He likes to take things a little slower going out of the stables ever since the incident a few months back." Caspian blushed ever so slightly and delivered a sharp friendly blow to the side of James' head, "I thought I told you never to tell anybody about that." Caspian warned with a smile. As they left the stables, Caspian ducked to avoid the low ceiling beam that he had dented with his head riding out of the stables too fast a few months earlier. She laughed as the horse spilled his secrets and she laughed. "Thank you, James, I will take it easy on him." She ducked under the same beam. Then she sent her horse into a full gallop. She soaked up the wind ripping through her hair and her body was with one with the animal. This is what she missed from Narnia. She made to Care Caravel and the Iranians were in awe as to see their new guest arrive." Is it here? Is it Queen Susan?" Some whispered as she dismounted the horse and smiled." I am just here to get my bow and quiver, the other stayed behind in my world. I just wish to help the Iranians find peace. What has brought the turmoil to these lands?" Someone shouted her worse fear as she was handed her weapons as well as her daggers and her harnesses. "Taxes and the Tellurian King." She turned to the Caspian with hurt in her eyes. "Caspian, why?" The few miles ride was uneventful. The trees whispered in the wind as they always did, blanketing the ground with leaves all around them as autumn matured. Caspian and his soldiers were dressed in 'plain clothes' instead of their signature armor. Though his men still acted like soldiers on duty, Caspian was hard-pressed to tell them apart from any other travelers. Susan stood out, however. She made no effort to hide her beauty, and every man they passed watched them until they were out of eyesight. Well, if ever I need to hide an army, I should have Susan ride along before them and the enemy will be too distracted watching her to pay attention. Caspian thought with a smile. The arrival at Care Caravel did not bode well for the Caspian. The Iranians recognized Susan instantly, and he feared they would recognize him as well. Relations with the Iranians were not bad, but neither were they good. Many Iranians still did not forgive the Tamarins for their occupation of Narnia, despite the efforts Caspian had made to make them one nation. The Iranians voiced their complaints to Susan. Yes, you are being taxed you little man, but what do you expect her to do about it? She called him out on it by name in front of all the Iranians present. Caspian felt anger rising as the blood flowed hotly in his veins. "Wars cost money, my queen." Caspian answered, "The giants of the north lands attacked Narnia. The Iranians and Tamarins worked together to fight them off as one nation should, but the cost of rebuilding is high. Taxes are a part of any kingdom," Caspian looked squarely at the complaining Dwarf as he continued, "As are malcontents who would complain about everything, even the man who saves them from being used as toothpicks."" Queen Susan, you have your things. Let's return to the castle." He did not show his fear overtly, but the rumors of an assassination plot kept Caspian on edge. Susan listened to the way the Iranians were talked to and she did not re-mount the horse. "Wars, I give you a Narnia of peace and you create wars. Goodness, what has happened to you? To your kingdom?" She asked not caring who was there. "Oh, we are going back, but that is because we are going to have a serious talk when we return. I should pierce you with one of my arrows." She muttered as she got on the horse and turned her horse back to the Samaritans castle. She jumped off when she arrived and glared at the Caspian. "The Iranians are not your people, they are mine. You cannot treat them like cattle." "Like Cattle?" Caspian replied, dismounting from his horse slowly. He refused to let his anger show, or to let thisgirltreat him like some ruffian under her charge. This washiskingdom, and he would do damn well as he placed. I am King Caspian the Tenth!" My dearest queen Susan," Caspian replied evenly, "I did not start the war with the giants. They saw the conflict and the changing of power which you took part in ten years ago. They sought to take advantage of it. Only be working togetherwiththe Iranians were we ever able to defeat them, and defeat them soundly at that! No, Susan, you are gravely mistaken. I have held this kingdom together with blood and with whit. The complaints of a few ungrateful peasants who want nothing more than to complain over every little detail they don't like are as nothing." Caspian crossed his arms, leaning against the doorpost of the stables as his guards left, knowing that they were intruding on a private conversation. Caspian laughed as they left. "Susan, look at us. We're quarreling like an old married couple. You've been away Morten years, Susan. You know as well as I do there are always malcontents in any kingdom. Don't let them spoil your image of Narnia." Susan looked at the Caspian and sighed heavily. "Caspian you are right, but I am not wanting to stay here much longer. I just want to... I do not know anymore. Well let us get Narnia back on track and I can return to my summer of suitors and mayhem." She stated as she brushed past him and entered the main rooms. The halls were bustling and crowded." Are you planning a feast?" She asked looking at him with a small smile. "Can be just no argue while I spend the rest of my two days here. I do not want to leave Narnia angry or upset. Do you want to hold a grudge for the rest of your days?" She asked innocently. "Besides, I want to know the true reasons why you have not married and produced an heir. You were not that in love with me Caspian, otherwise you will not allow me to leave this time." She smirked. Caspian smiled as they waded through the busy hallways of his castle. He had not planned a feast for Susan, but a visiting dignitary from Carmen had arrived two days earlier. This was but the third feast in the visitor's honor, and Caspian balked at having to sit through yet another dinner and listen to him drone on and on about politics and economics and crop yields. As they made their way through the halls, one of the old women who tended to the sewing and seaming of the tapestries caught his attention with a bow and a summoning wave. Caspian peered over the distance to see who it was, then caught Susan by the elbow. "Susan, head to your chambers. I will be there shortly, and we'll talk about how to get Narnia back on the straight and narrow... and why I have not married." He shooed her off and went over to the seamstress. Ordinarily, King Caspian the Tenth would never come to the beck and call of an old seamstress, but this woman, Gil, was unique. She was a fortune-teller and a soothsayer, and Caspian had been to her room on many a late night for council." What is it, Gil?" He asked her quietly, whispering to her in the corner of the passageway. It was well known in the castle that Gil had the king's ear for her magic fortune-telling, and nobody gave them a second glance. Gily slipped a tiny bag into Caspian's palm. "Take this, my king." She whispered in return, "Place it in the drink of the fair maiden who has caught your heart. I see how you look at this young woman, my liege. I have seen how you are swept along in her adventuresome spirit, but seem too cowardly to do anything about it. You were always a coward, Caspian. This will embolden you." She slipped a second bag into his hand, "Drink it with fine drink, and she will believe that it was the result of too much drink. Go now, your maiden awaits." Gily disappeared into the crowd as only a veteran resident of the castle could, and Caspian watched her go momentarily before turning his gaze to the two tiny bags of powder in his hand. Quickly, he started for the kitchens. Susan went to her rooms and saw that there was a gown placed on her bed. She sighed heavily and looked to see what it was for. The note simply said 'for tonight.' She sighed and thought about how she acted with the Caspian. She needed to be withdrawn and cold because if she got lost in his touch or when he kissed her. Furthermore, she took off all the weapons and looked at herself in the mirror. A queen of Narnia, lost in emotions, she thought as Susan slipped on the other gown. She dressed her hair, in an ornate fashion and answered the door when Caspian knocked." Are you going to have me drink and have your wicked way with me?" She asked with a smile. Caspian blinked in surprise. He had the two tiny potions tucked away in his pocket in the off chance that he decided to use them. Had Susan somehow snuck around and heard Gil tell him what he should do? Why was it that he could fight giants and demons, but when it came to finding a wife he had so little fortune? It was almost enough to frustrate him to no end, and now here was his love of ten years past, once more in his castle. Yet he knew that at any moment she might flee and return to the mysterious and no doubt magical world from which she came. His surprise was quickly overcome as the Caspian stepped into the room, a wooden tray of food and drink cradled in his arms. Almost as an afterthought, a silver vase with some flowers was on the corner. "I would have you drink," Caspian answered, "And whatever way should happen will be a way of both our choosing." Unless I should use this potion. Oh, Susan, what am I to do with you? "I am not too interested in the latter to be honest." She took her drink and smiled as he raised his glass. "Here's to, here's to friendship." She smiled as she slipped her lips around the glass and swallowed the sweet liquid. "Why have you decided on bringing me food instead of making me go down the stairs and to the main ballrooms? Are you trying to persuade me that you are not an evil King?" She asked as she sat on the bed with her drink and exhaled a weary sigh." That day, when we all left, I kissed you out of desperation and gratitude. You made sure that Peter remained safe and the Iranians were at peace. A lot of what you have said is true, there will always be something in Narnia to trouble to inhabitants. First it was the White Witch, then the uprisings of your uncle but Caspian, do not become like them. If you find that they are not cooperating then make arrangements so that you and them can agree with. They are not used to your ways. Some may even hope to revive the witch and bring you down. You know this. I know I must sound like Aslan and in some ways, I hope I do." Susan finished her drink and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. "Caspian, you have to focus on the positives and create more. You should settle with a woman and produce an heir. We both know this. I cannot do much more than that. Perhaps, perhaps you should let me go so you can move on. We were young and foolishly in love. We cannot make anything out of it when we are from two different worlds." She rose and placed a tender hand on his cheek with a small smile. "As much as we want it to be real, we cannot." Caspian placed his hand on Susan's as she stroked his cheek, "Susan, it isn't as simple as you make it out to be. The wife of a Tel marine king must be of noble descent. The dukes and lords would have my head if I married a commoner. There are not many princesses to be found." He took a gulp of his own wine. The setting sun cast reflecting rays off of the silver goblets. "There is something else going on in Narnia, Susan. You mentioned it yourself, just a moment ago. The dwarves are causing the most trouble. They always have, and I suspect they always will." Caspian looked Susan in the eyes as he spoke gravely, "A tribe of dwarves has made several threats on my life. Whatever has upset them, I may never know. The reason I do not have you in the dining hall this evening is because of one of those threats. They say that one of my kitchen staff has dwarves blood, though he or she may look human. I have a witch in the kitchens right now performing spells to try and discover any hidden bloodlines in my kitchen staff. Until then, the food and drink is being closely monitored as it is prepared." "The dwarfs do always plan some sort of revolt, but you cannot simply think that they would b foolish enough to take out such a big player. Even if the witch was alive, she would have some twisted way of using you. The dwarves would not jeopardize that, even with that return." Susan spoke as she removed her hand from his face. "So you are thinking of keeping me, to help bridge the gap of Narnia old and new. I do not think that is a good idea. Many may think you have me held hostage while others will not approve."" I do not trust witches but if she is your safeguard then all I can do is trust your judgement."

The Prince and His New Captive [Burukal and Ashleebabe]|rating:3.0

Heroes of the New Republic_ OOC chatter, A&A, GM announcements

The Emperor is dead; a New Republic has been proclaimed. Dozens of worlds are in open rebellion, and every day more forces flock to the cause of the New Republic. But even with the Emperor killed at Vendor, the Imperial war machine still lives on. Thousands of star systems are still controlled by imperial admirals and offs who follow the brutal, xenophobic doctrines of the late Emperor. To claim ultimate victory, the New Republic must take Coruscate, but it's a long road from the Rebellion bases in the Outer Rim to the center of the galaxy. And along the road to Coruscate lie many sectors still firmly under Imperial control. One such sector is Vendor, an Imperial bastion that blocks the way of the New Republic fleet up the Orwellian Trade Spine. Liberating the Vendor Sector will take more than brute force – it will take cunning and intelligence. So into this hornet's nest of staunch Imperial supporters a small crew of New Republic volunteers ventures, to gather vital information that will decide the fate of any New Republic attempt to liberate the Vendor sector. But do these brave souls truly have what it takes to become...(to a Star Wars system game using the Saga rules. This thread is for everything IOC, from light chatter, to A&A notices, to GM announcements. To help the GM stuff and rules questions stand out from the rest of the chatter I expect here, I will mark those announcements with big, bold headers, like this. If you see a header like that, that will be me wearing my "GM hat". Most of the actual GM calls during gameplay I will place in IOC notices in the relevant game threads, so if you see something big and bold in this thread here, it's likely to affect the whole group and might require a response from you players. Links to game threads Setting information, maps, and other background information ((please refrain from posting there until I have some basics set up that I want to be on top of the thread)The Lucky Magpie (Locations (Everything that doesn't happen on board the Magpie or on one of the planets of the Vendor sector, e.g. other starships, planets outside the Vendor sector. The Demand System (to come Streamlining the gameplay will post most of the "game mastering" in IOC notices in the actual gameplay threads. To help avoid constant dice rolling I will, in general, assume that players "Take 10" wherever possible. If you want to roll the dice anyway, please make certain to mention it in your posts. For example, if you just state "does XYZ notice something out of the ordinary in the bar" I will base my answer on your Perception +10. If you would rather roll the dice, mention that at the end of the post and provide a link to your relevant dice bot roll. Please also state if you make use of any rerolls your character might be entitled to and post that result too, whenever possible. Post headers For ease of reference, please use this post header for all in-character posts:Code: [Select][float left][IMG padding=5]Insert link to character image here - this is optional[/IMG][/float left][b]Name[/b]: Your character's name[b]Location[/b]: The Magpie and major planets will have their own threads, so usually this will mean something like Cockpit, Cargo Bay, spaceport cantina, and so on[b]Date/Time[/b]: We will just count up days from the start of the game (day 1). Time can be pretty general (morning, noon, late evening, etc.)[b]Tagging[/b]: Whom the post is for[; mark as Open when everyone is free to join[b]Wearing[/b]: Links to images, or a description. Doesn't have to be super detailed[b]Important Equipment:[/b] Please mention toolkits, weapons, and armor here, basically everything that can be important for skill checks or in a fight. You can leave this out, as long as your character is not carrying anything major that can have gameplay consequences[hr]A word about images:If you want to include an image of your character in your post header (you don't have to), please keep it within the standard avatar dimensions (150x200 or smaller). If you need help with finding or resizing an image, please PM me, and I'll be happy to assist you as best as I can. Good morning. :)Will there be a cast thread, or shall I edit Knave in here? Quote from: Muse on 20-07-2015, 15:35:43Will there be a cast thread, or shall I edit Knave in here? I'm in the process of setting up a game background thread. For the moment I want to use the first few posts to post some general information (ship layout, sector map, and so on) that will be referenced frequently, but once that is out of the way I'll let you folks know, and you can all do a character post there. Reporting as unordered. So do our characters know each other? Or just some of us? Or none? Frag posted this a couple of days ago, concerning characters already knowing each other:Quote from: FragarachZ on 14-07-2015, 22:48:54Having exchanged PMs with some of the others, background-wise it seems so far that my character Anya was working against the anti-alien empire and merging for the rebellion to get enough credits and purchase the freedom of her family from a crime lord. On a risky mission she accepted, she was meant to smuggle goods to and from a Weirton planet with local feuds. She was caught in an explosion that seriously injured her and Batman4560's character saved her life with some first aid and then by taking her to a surgeon. He joined up when she offered a position on her ship and to join the fight against the empire's oppression and domination of system after system. When Muse's girl won her freedom from the same crime lord who keeps Anya's family as slaves, Anya took her in to learn as much as she could about her family and the hunt's cartel, as well as hoping to get back at the sleazeball one day. Now we just have to figure out how the remaining two characters fit into the picture? My answer back then was that, in my opinion, it's actually better if the remaining two characters (your Kyle and Kirby's Dark) don't know each other or the Marie crew, for two reasons: (i) it might open up a few more role-playing opportunities if not all PCs know each other, (ii) I think it makes more sense for the game setup (a team assembled for a mission by the New Republic) if some characters are assigned to the Magpie for just this mission. Bookmarked the threads so far, good to go whenever the actual game thread arrives. Started! I created two game threads for us so far (for links see above), one for the Magpie, one for other locations. Started us off here: I'm not sure if I missed it, or if it hadn't come up. What time is this taking place? Obviously after the Battle of Vendor, but before Coruscate is taken. If we're using the old continuity, that's somewhere about 2.5-3 years after the Battle of Vendor. If not, I have no idea what time frame we're looking at. Quote from: KirbysFolly on 22-07-2015, 09:52:35I'm not sure if I missed it, or if it hadn't come up. What time is this taking place? Obviously after the Battle of Vendor, but before Coruscate is taken. If we're using the old continuity, that's somewhere about 2.5-3 years after the Battle of Vendor. If not, I have no idea what time frame we're looking at. It was mentioned, but pretty early in the interest check thread. No surprise that you missed it. We are about 6 months after the battle of Vendor. Okay cool, thanks! Though it would be so out of character, every time I as a player find one of my characters in a briefing and the commander asks if there are any questions I get the overwhelming urge to ask, "Um sir, how do I get out of this chicken-shit outfit." :P Two questions for everyone:One:Should have asked this earlier, but here we go: Is any of your characters a member of the New Republic military, be it ground forces, starship command, or star fighter command? Dari's description in the briefing thread mentions her wearing a standard infantry uniform, so I guess she is part of the official New Republic forces? How about everyone else? I assume they are not, but assumptions can be wrong. Two:Should I go through most of the briefing information more as a list of "bullet points" instead of putting a lot of it into narrative text? Some of it might become important later, and I don't want to make digesting all this info any harder on you than it should be. Anya is not formally a member of the military but has likely made several transport/escort missions for them in the past. As far as she's concerned, she'll be calling the shots in space and on her own ship, but doesn't mind if there's a field commander during land missions. She doesn't know much about warfare and tactics, but she has someone who does, so it's not like she doesn't take advice or opinions. I'm good with the narrative text, but if you think it's necessary Anya can take notes on her data pad as the bullet point list for easy reference later. Tooth is a former mere. So maybe he has worked with the new republic from time to time but nothing beyond that. Why not bullet point it and put a bigger explanation in a spoiler? Oh yes, sorry. I figured Dark would newly be an official member of the New Republic. Some variety of ground forces, since she has no command, piloting, or computer skills. I like the narrative approach, but if you would rather bullet point it, I don't mind. And I haven't vanished, but I can't think of anything Dark needs to ask for the briefing right now, so I didn't have anything to say in the IC thread. Same here, no questions good to keep rolling Quote from: KirbysFolly on 24-07-2015, 19:23:47And I haven't vanished, but I can't think of anything Dark needs to ask for the briefing right now, so I didn't have anything to say in the IC thread. And that I am completely fine with. Scenes with several characters in them can too easily grind to a halt if everyone takes turns, even when someone may not have to say much (or anything) of substance. More often than not I think focusing on the narrative flow than any artificial posting order is how it should be done. And if someone really wants or needs to have their character say something but doesn't have the time for a post he can always drop us a line here in the IOC. I would say Kyle is a staunch ally and supporter of the Republic and while she would not turn down joining if asked, she is not currently a member. I think the narrative text is OK but vital information which our characters would be expected to commit to memory, or to know extensively would be helpful to have in bullet form. Okay, so I will continue the briefing in narrative form for the most part and sum up the really important stuff - or what your characters would believe to be important - in the "setting information" thread. (*points to link in one of the first posts*) Reading up. All temperature cloak! How did I manage to forget that? Quote from: Muse on 26-07-2015, 14:44:50Reading up. It's still very much a work in progress. I'll tend to it when the briefing is done and you guys play through the journey to the Vendor sector. Quote from: Muse on 26-07-2015, 14:44:50All temperature cloak! How did I manage to forget that? I find your lack of a cloak disturbing. ’D Hopefully we'll get into warm environments, that way Knave of Hearts won't be bothered by not being able to put things on, as she can always take stuff off ;) That was a phone post, so hopefully I didn't mess everything up. Man, isolationist, human-supremacist, Emperor-supporters? It looks like you didn't give us a cakewalk here. Quote from: KirbysFolly on 26-07-2015, 19:36:37That was a phone post, so hopefully I didn't mess everything up. Man, isolationist, human-supremacist, Emperor-supporters? It looks like you didn't give us a cakewalk here. You forgot the possible Sith background. But yeah, what we are looking at here is a miniature version of the Empire - at least when it comes to politics and the ruling class. How much the average person in the sector follows the program is something you folks will have to find out up close and personal. Can wePLEASEstop casually discussing the Sith in-game? I really doubt that our characters would be able to make near impossible DC lore and sense motive checks to figure out what we have seen in the movies. The public doesn't know anything about Sith and to them the Jedi are monks turned soldiers who attacked the legitimate government. Which would be fact unless Cass' game deviates from the movies. Casually discussing the biggest five-thousand year old secret of the setting in characters immersion breaking to say the least. Quote from: FragarachZ on 28-07-2015, 13:45:29Can we PLEASE stop casually discussing the Sith in-game? I really doubt that our characters would be able to make near impossible DC lore and sense motive checks to figure out what we have seen in the movies. The public doesn't know anything about Sith and to them the Jedi are monks turned soldiers who attacked the legitimate government. Which would be fact unless Cass' game deviates from the movies. Casually discussing the biggest five-thousand year old secret of the setting in character is immersion breaking to say the least. I had no idea this would provoke such strong feelings, so allow me to clarify how I see some aspects of this universes' history:One - ancient history: I must admit that I don't know much more about the Old Republic than playing Motor taught me, but I figure people who care about history will know that once there was a group of people calling themselves the Sith, who fought some pretty big battles against the Republic, back in ancient times. How that group influenced Andorran society is perhaps like ... saying in the real world a certain sect worships the gods of old Egypt because they believe they are related to the pharaoh of old. People might have at least some notion that once this group existed and be vaguely aware of some cultural history, without knowing any details, but it's still a reference you could use in the real world. Two - modern history. The Jedi purge happened about 25 years ago, the Clone Wars started less than 30 years ago. Part of the movie lore doesn't really make sense, in my opinion. For some of the people we see there (like Luke), history lessons may not have been a priority. Other people may have always thought the Jedi more myth than reality because the Jedi were a very small group, given the vast size of this galaxy. Still, I find it difficult to believe that everyone shares Luke's or Han's initial ... lack of faith in the Jedi. No one may have any notion that Palatine was a Sith, but I think it would make sense if you found far more different attitudes towards Jedi than the limited view we see in the movies, differing from species to species and home region to home region. I'd say what the public knows - or believes - about the Emperor may not include the Sith, but it's not going to be a uniform, galaxy-wide opinion either. Age also plays a difference, given that anyone in their mid-40s was an adult when the Jedi purge happened. And last but not least, the Rebellion / New Republic will spread its own version of history - again a history perhaps not mentioning Sith Lords, but one different from the version the Empire spread. In short, there may be a lot more (sometimes conflicting) versions of recent history that people believe in than we have seen in the movies. A lot of people might just not care, but a lot of people might also have a far different reading of modern history than Anya does. Where I certainly agree is that there should be no discussion about "the rule of two", lightsaber color, or the likes. I'm just saying we're just past an era where the empire was doing everything in their power to make everyone forget about the Jedi and their lore, to the point where if they suspected someone to have anything to do with them, they sent someone like Vader to write them out of history. It's also not a lack of faith in the Jedi, but that they were played for fools by Palatine. Exactly like you say, the only thing they could point to is "ancient Egyptian legends"when they attacked the chancellor. They effectively gave base to whatever propaganda was later used against them with their own, public actions. That only made palatine's argument for needing a dictatorship sound more convincing at the time. Just as in the real world, if you have no personal experience with or education in something (like Bail Organa and founders of the rebellion had past with the Jedi) you only have the public opinion to go by. I'm not trying to force the issue or anything, but my character has no experience or background knowledge with any of the Jedi-sith feud as it is unlikely most with such would have survived the last two decades. When such information is treated as common knowledge, it all starts sounding like Star Wars fans and not Star Wars characters deal with the issue. And part of the charm of this time period is that there is no more Jedi order or Sith for the better, so yay. It makes sense to me that people in the Rebellion, who want to restore the Republic, would not believe the 'history' spread by the Empire. It would be weird to me if the Rebelsdidthink the Jedi were conquerors and would-be assassins. They'd almost certainly believe that Palatine was lying about the attack, in order to seize power and remove the Jedi, who he feared would oppose him. That's not to say that everyone who works with them would agree (see Han Solo in the first movie), but hardcore supporters believing good things about the Jedi makes sense. Remember how they used "May the Force be with you," in the films. As for the Sith, it does seem kind of weird to me that nobody knows about the conflicts the Republic had with them millennia ago, considering how dramatic they were. At the very least, I'd expect that historians would know who they are. Now, this was a problem with the EU, not really the movies, but it extends into what we've got here. Discussing Sith as recent events would be odd, and knowing that Vader and the Emperor where Sith would be a bit much, but a historian discussing several-thousand year old events that involved them doesn't seem wildly out of place to me, even if it might cause some eye-rolling among her audience. Kind of like explaining that some people are descended from the ancient Spartans, and have thus remained militarily inclined and fascistic for thousands of years. Hey guys I'm still around, but my character has nothing to say at the moment. :) All right, I did slightly edit the post mentioning Sith traditions, to take out that reference. That paragraph now reads:Quote In the period leading up to the Clone War, the Andorrans were early supporters of Chancellor Palatine. The ruling classes of Vendor had always viewed non-humans with some suspicion and never felt quite that much a part of a galactic republic that was founded on democracy, whereas their own culture was based on hereditary monarchy. Whatever his motives, the Emperor apparently took some small interest in the Andorrans. Why? No one can say for certain, just as no one can say for certain how much influence those Andorrans really exercised in the Emperors inner circle. But whatever the ties between the Emperor and the Andorran rulers, the Emperor did see fit to appoint the Andorran king Xander off of the Vendor sector. The original version could perhaps be read in too many different ways. But when it comes to the ancient history of the Sith/Republic conflicts I'd still say that people could have some general knowledge of those conflicts, have at least some vague idea who those historical Sith were and what their policies were. If no one has any more questions in the briefing we can continue aboard the Magpie'll try my best to answer any more questions in the briefing scene, but I have nothing major to add, at this point. As far as I am concerned you guys can continue aboard the Marie (and play through your characters getting to know each other over the next two days in hyperspace, i.e. from "Day 1, afternoon" to "Day 3, afternoon". Far as I am concerned you have relatively current navigational data (i.e. taking 10 on the Use Computer check will get you to the Vendor sector without a problem) and the Magpie is fully stocked. How much, or little, you want to play out the details of the journey and your characters interacting with each other I'd like to leave to you all. Quote from: FragarachZ on 28-07-2015, 13:45:29Can we PLEASE stop casually discussing the Sith in-game? I really doubt that our characters would be able to make near impossible DC lore and sense motive checks to figure out what we have seen in the movies. The public doesn't know anything about Sith and to them the Jedi are monks turned soldiers who attacked the legitimate government. Which would be fact unless Cass' game deviates from the movies. Casually discussing the biggest five-thousand year old secret of the setting in character is immersion breaking to say the least. Just my two cents, let me say I wave to agree to disagree. First, what the public does and does not know is open to debate as is the disposition of the Jedi in the grand scheme of Star Wars, IMO. Second, the Jedi attacking the legitimate government is, in my opinion, a perspective rather than a complete fact. It is a fact only in a limited sense--- first the terms legitimate, and attack (as well as some others) would need to be defined. Now, I freely admit my bias as a Pedophile, however as a historian in real life I would submit there could be a great deal of debate on the definitions of those terms. Is any elected government legitimate no matter how corrupt? What if it no longer serves the people who elected it? I'm not saying you are wrong I'm just saying there are other viewpoints, based on your post you seem as biased against the Jedi (and perhaps the Sith) as I am for them and that can make a difference in perspective but being aware of bias (there is no such thing as unbiased, IMO) can help us in getting closer to seeing other outlooks. You state things in such a way that it does not seem as if you are willing to entertain other viewpoints but rather as facts not open to debate. And please don't take that as an insult or a solid declaration of exactly what you are doing, that is an educated guess based on what you posted. I can't stress enough that I value other perspectives, even if I disagree with them and I hope you do as well. That said, I agree using only the view of the movies is myopic, at best, especially when speaking about an entire galaxy of trillions (or far more) sentient beings. To me that would be like watching 3 documentaries and assuming that was all there was to the entirety of humanity. I am also dubious that an Empire that lasted less than 30 years could have squashed that much history. Now had someone started to spout detailed Sith Lore I'd agree there is a difference between mentioning the Sith and having a deep discussion about their Lore. I would have to think there would be those who bother loathed and revered both the Jedi and the Sith, just as there would be those who are indifferent. Also even though we are talking about fiction, suppression (i.e. sending Vader--who can't be everywhere BTW--or the Stormtroopers in) is one of the surest ways to keep something alive rather than eradicating it. I can point to several real world examples, from early Christianity to Prohibition to name only two. Also, quite frankly I believe that without the Jedi (and the Sith) I doubt Star Wars, as cool as all the other stuff in the setting is, would have grown into the phenomena it is today. I acknowledge that is highly debatable but as I said it's a belief not a hard fact. Anyway, let me say that my immersion is not broken in the least by the mention of the Sith--and I am enjoying the game and the interaction so far. (Disclaimer: My two cents is worth exactly 14 cents less than you paid for it, these are my opinions and mine alone and I neither expect nor require anyone to share them. This statement wasnotendorsed by Major League Cricket, gas, tips, and tolls extra). :P I'm with you hell razor, partially. I'm not a historian, so I may not use those terms accurately, so I apologize and ask that you look at the intention behind them. As I said it was not my intention to cause drama with this, only to keep a game in an age of information control, secrecy, censorship, oppression through fear, from quickly degenerating into people factually discussing lore that even in the old republic pretty much only Jedi masters dealt with. As for my bias, I am a huge fan of both Jedi and Sith, but I especially wanted to play a dark times game where they wouldn't be around for a change and see what the every man or a kid raised in the oppression of the empire was going through (which is why I decided against the force sensitive character idea I had ultimately). If you want I will discuss different layers and interpretations of the movies with you in I'm, but I don't want to bog down the game with my alarm bells having gone off any further, so again, sorry. Also, trying not to turn this thread into a geek debate on Star Wars lore because there's enough of those already :P I'd say we certainly can talk a bit about Star Wars lore here. A lot may have been said about it somewhere on the internet, but how much - or little - of all those debates apply to this game is something you won't find in other place of the net but here. ;) hope I'm not too far behind! I mean to post again today, whether that's soon, or after I sleep, I'm not sure yet! Quote from: FragarachZ on 30-07-2015, 09:04:52I'm with you hell razor, partially. I'm not a historian, so I may not use those terms accurately, so I apologize and ask that you look at the intention behind them. As I said it was not my intention to cause drama with this, only to keep a game in an age of information control, secrecy, censorship, oppression through fear, from quickly degenerating into people factually discussing lore that even in the old republic pretty much only Jedi masters dealt with. As for my bias, I am a huge fan of both Jedi and Sith, but I especially wanted to play a dark times game where they wouldn't be around for a change and see what the every man or a kid raised in the oppression of the empire was going through (which is why I decided against the force sensitive character idea I had ultimately). If you want I will discuss different layers and interpretations of the movies with you in I'm, but I don't want to bog down the game with my alarm bells having gone off any further, so again, sorry. Also, trying not to turn this thread into a geek debate on Star Wars lore because there's enough of those already :No worries, healthy spirited debate is what I live for and why I became a historian. One of my mentors in one of my minors (philosophy) had two rules in his classes, 1. Understand before trying to be understood and 2. It is OK to agree to disagree, but do so agreeably. I try to live by those rules to this day---I'm human a fail sometimes--and it is a shame more people can't seem to. So I am glad folks seem to adhere to them. And I did not mean you in particular even non-historians can benefit from defining their terms, though in my line it is critical. I once sat on a jury for three days and the main bone of contention was the world knowingly in the indictment. We were not allowed access to outside sources, even a dictionary and everyone on the jury had a slightly different nuance on the meaning of the word. That experience and the discussions we had thought me a lot about the process of defining terms. We had to learn how each person defined the word and make our case for why we thought it did or did not apply, some minds were changed over those 3 days--mine included. That said, I see what you mean and agree, no one should be talking about deeper Sith Lore as you say, but I have no issue with them being mentioned. Even my character as a former young ling only has views of the Sith she would have learned in Jedi History classes, which were biased and partially wrong given the belief that the Sith were extinct. I am wondering if it would perhaps be best to slow the scene on the Magpie down ever so slightly for a moment (as far as posting frequency goes) till everyone had a chance to reply to Anya and Tooth. Normally I don't insist on posting order in group scenes, as I believe adhering to a strict post order can make the flow of the scene seem artificial to some extent, but, on the other hand, it shouldn't lead to some people having too much to reply to and react to. Yeah, I just wanted to get the in character explanation of "here's the ship map. Kthxbye" out of the way. I had no intentions of going anywhere else until everyone's up to speed, I wanted to include taking off only so it doesn't break the group scene when everyone starts introducing themselves and talking to each other. Could have probably made things a lot shorter, but I felt like it was early to just describe "she tells you about the ship, and it takes off" and give everyone a small insight into her personality and mannerisms (deflecting with humor, valuing her ship, having insecurities to the point she seals off her room etc.). Anya's done with her part so she'll be mostly reacting after this and do stuff offscreen after the discussion. Thank you. I thought I was going to post lady m night, but I'm still catching up. Here I go falling asleep again, and still yet to catch up. Thank you very much for the tags, Frag! :) Quote from: Muse on 01-08-2015, 19:16:33 Here I go falling asleep again, and still yet to catch up. Thank you very much for the tags, Frag! :) Just get the rest you need then post to your heart's content! Helene Hearts... I made a funny. Can't wait to see what she brings to the crew. Shoot! :) I'm final caught up! Quote from: FragarachZ on 02-08-2015, 00:50:03Just get the rest you need then post to your heart's content! Helene Hearts... I made a funny. Can't wait to see what she brings to the crew. Awww. You edited out the part about maybe drinking a bit too much, but you had such a good excuse. Happy Birthday, Frag. :-) Thanks! Believe it or not, just having people notice can mean a lot :) Afternoon all! Happy birthday Frag! Indeed! Did I mess it up? Thanks everyone :) Did you mess what up? There'd been crazy fast posting. The GM asked people to slow down so I could catch up. When I final did, no one has started posting again. ^_^;; OH! I wasn't sure if I should continue waiting for anyone else but trust that I have been stalking the page. :) Just had a busy weekend again here, and then it was about 100° when I got home, so I just kept crashing. :-\ Yikes! Had some temperatures like that recently. Fortunately my house AC works well. No AC, but our apartment is garden level, so nobody died. Now I'm out for dinner and shopping, but I'll try to get a post up before I go to bed. Quote from: KirbysFolly on 03-08-2015, 23:08:03Just had a busy weekend again here, and then it was about 100° when I got home, so I just kept crashing. :-\From what I've seen, weekends tend to be a bit slower on E anyway. And yeah, weather like that can be difficult to stand. We had some like it this summer and expect more later this week. If you are all super eager to post ahead then do it, guys. Might still be a good idea to give Kirby a chance to react to all that's been going on soon, but I don't want anyone to get frustrated either. Good morning, all. Hello Muse. How are you this weekend? All well and ready to save our game from stalling, I hope? ’D There seems to be a lot to react to... for everyone. But it's still along the lines of introducing yourself and telling the others what you can do. Good morning again. Will try to post today! Quote from: FragarachZ on 10-08-2015, 12:14:20There seems to be a lot to react to... for everyone. But it's still along the lines of introducing yourself and telling the others what you can do. Yeah, there are lots of questions swirling around. Which is kinda funny, because I read it as the intention being that one person asks a question, then everyone answers that one question, not a sort of round-robin sessions with everyone asking new questions when they answer one. Maybe it would help if someone pointed that out in-character while answering some questions? I don't think we can go on asking more and more new questions in turn - at least not in this session. There'll be time enough during the journey to get to know each other in smaller "subgroups", should you want/need a bit more time to chat. We can split this into two different conversations at any time you folks like, maybe another one in a cabin and one in the cockpit or lounge. Yes but asking questions individually and having everyone answer one by one takes forever and probably leads to a few dozen of two sentence posts and back and forth. IMO it's easier for someone to take those questions and write up a one post introduction for their character Based on those? So far we have: What's your name, your preferred field, tasks are you good at and do you need extra equipment to use those skills? As well as any significant languages known. Oh, I think everyone answering a question could work fine - provided there is an end to it, say only just the one or two people who drew the highest card asking a question, before the session ends. But I guess we might be beyond that point by now. But I am happy with everyone just summing up some information about their character and posting that, as long as it doesn't turn into a list of bullet points and stays in character instead. Is anyone going to ask any more IC questions? If not I'd like to move a bit ahead and inspect/scan the cargo we were given, maybe borrow someone with perception to help. Dang it! You beat me to posting here by about two minutes. ’D I was about to offer my thoughts on the cabin "situation", which is:Hearts has Pilot as a trained skill, making her the backup pilot, I guess. It would make sense for her to have the forward passenger cabin, because it is slightly closer to the cockpit (where the backup pilot might be most needed in an emergency). When transporting passengers it might also make sense to have the cabins assigned by gender. Not all passengers might insist on it, but some may. That would put Tooth in the aft passenger quarters - which might also make sense because he has Treat Injury as a trained skill, meaning his quarters could become a makeshift sickbay when necessary, with him being present there to see after any wounded. Under normal operations that would give each crew member of the Magpie their own cabin, which might also make sense. That leaves Dark and Kyle to pick whatever bunk they like, and since Kyle has indicated that she'll make her choice last that would leave us with Dark deciding if she'd rather bunk with Hearts or fellow Zebra Tooth right now. I also agree that it might be time to move things along a little bit. You'll all have ample time in transit to get to know each other, if and when you want to play through those scenes. Kyle is not bothered by the gender thing and after some IOC discussions it may not be a bad thing for her and Tooth to bunk together as she has medical skill as well. And no complaints about skipping ahead from me. Alright, so do you guys want to skip ahead to your arrival in the sector, or just skip ahead a few hours / a day, to play out some later crew interaction that happens while you are still in transit? Either way is fine by me. I'm still here and stalking the page. If you want to skip ahead I'm fine with that. :) If no one wants to interact with the others skip ahead. Just tell me what's the real deal with the cargo we were given ;) *smiles* We've done the interaction thing. Let's get this mission started. :) Alright, got you through most of the journey, but not quite to your destination yet. Who knows what weird preparations some players might think they need before they deliver a perfectly legitimate cargo. The things I've seen... ;Would be nice if you could all at least briefly indicate how you spend the journey. Doesn't have to be more than a sentence or two, but it can't hurt to get at least some basic idea what your characters are usually up to when they have some time to kill. Maybe someone has an unusual hobby, sleepwalks, or something else that's interesting? And if some of you do want to play out some interactions, feel free to do so. As long as the posts have the right time stamps there's nothing stopping you from having posts in two or three different places or timeframes. Continued our tale in a new thread: The Demand System (didn't want to overload the first post there with too much narrative and description, but we don't have to dwell too much on what happens on board before the Magpie lands. Just didn't want to jump ahead too much. Meet! I'm not just behind, I'm a chapter behind! Quote from: Muse on 24-08-2015, 08:52:43 Meet! I'm not just behind, I'm a chapter behind! A chapter is a bit longer than what you missed, I'd say, but I was beginning to wonder slightly if you might have your fingers in too many games for your own good. ;)Quote from: FragarachZ on 24-08-2015, 00:13:26... Every time she checked the security feed from the primary cargo hold, the woman was just... sitting around. I didn't think ships in this setting had internal cameras and such. Some military ships maybe, in critical locations, but small freighters? One a ship this size it's probably faster and easier to just check on something with the Mark 1 eyeball. But if you want cameras on the Magpie, please tell me where they are. Also, I must warn you. If the Magpie has security cameras I might also use them on ships where I had not considered them before. Well I was under the impression that there would be security feeds for the major areas so in case of hull breaches when sections are sealed by emergency doors and airlocks it's still possible to inspect the damaged interior? Sort of like how MOTOR let you check the different rooms of the Dynamic-class freighter. If you think that's unreasonable I'll edit the post. Caught up in the Lucky Magpie chapter. Now let's see this new one. Quote from: FragarachZ on 24-08-2015, 11:07:45Well I was under the impression that there would be security feeds for the major areas so in case of hull breaches when sections are sealed by emergency doors and airlocks it's still possible to inspect the damaged interior? Sort of like how MOTOR let you check the different rooms of the Dynamic-class freighter. If you think that's unreasonable I'll edit the post. Might be best if you edited. It's not entirely unreasonable to have those cameras for emergencies, but I think the fewer sensors/cameras are used to substitute for the basic Mark 1 eyeball, the better for the Star Wars feeling. Edited, and a frontal assault wasn't exactly my line of thought, but whatever info we know for sure is good. Sorry if I assumed, Muse, but with the mentions of her playing cards in her spare time, I didn't think it was too out there for Knave to play a game of aback with Dark. If you object, let me know, and I'll edit it. :-) Sounds good to me. I'll read properly when I get home soon. Hellrazor, I tagged Kyle in the starship thread a while ago As for after the landing I really don't have much to add at this point, so unless someone has comments or wants to take the scene a specific way I'm good with skipping to the inspection so we can set out after. ACK! I'm still behind, aren't I? I think you managed to catch up fairly well. :-)And don't worry. I'll take my time running you through the customs inspection - at least till the conversation between Anya and Kyle that happens during the journey has progressed a little bit. I think that may need one or two posts before you folks head into Lava City. Question for you all:As of late I find my mind being all over the place, a bazillion thing on my mind. What this boils down to is that lengthy posts with lots of scene-setting might be slightly difficult for me at the moment. Knowing myself I am very certain this is just a phase that has to run its course, but till that happens, should I post brief matter-of-fact posts till my muse gets a grip of herself again, or should I rather post less frequently, but strive for more scene-setting per post? Right now I am torn, and that leads to indecision, which leads to... well, I guess you can imagine what it might lead to. I think I need some help here to get me on the right track. Shorter posts are fine, Cass. I'm really impressed with your long, substantive posts, but shorter ones work fine too. :) I agree with Muse here. I have to agree with the others. Bullet point things if needed. Just don't burn yourself out. I PMed or GM and clarified that Kyle did have time to hide her lightsaber in her pack, her poor stealth roll would not be triggered unless and until her pack was searched. Even when it was on her person it was under her cloak so unless folks have x-ray vision they might know she had a roughly cylindrical object hidden if they beat her roll but not I think it is a stretch for them to know exactly what it was. Now this is just my two cents but given our earlier discussion about the Jedi and the Sith I do think it would be quite leaped for a person in this era to see a closed down lightsaber a know right off the bat what it is—an active one sure but a metal cylinder that could be a tool, fancy light, or torch. It seems a leap for a non-Jedi to say they can identify an item a small fraction of the galaxy had seen in the Old Republic, let alone now, on sight-- especially in its non-active state. Should the thing go active then I think there have been enough stories that no one would mistake what it is. But as I said that is just my two cents and I leave that call on identification up to our GM. Anyway the main thing is at this point no one should yet know she had a lightsaber. Quote from: hellrazoromega on 09-09-2015, 00:39:32I PMed or GM and clarified that Kyle did have time to hide her lightsaber in her pack, her poor stealth roll would not be triggered unless and until her pack was searched. Even when it was on her person it was under her cloak so unless folks have x-ray vision they might know she had a roughly cylindrical object hidden if they beat her roll but not I think it is a stretch for them to know exactly what it was. Now this is just my two cents but given our earlier discussion about the Jedi and the Sith I do think it would be quite leaped for a person in this era to see a closed down lightsaber a know right off the bat what it is—an active one sure but a metal cylinder that could be a tool, fancy light, or torch. It seems a leap for a non-Jedi to say they can identify an item a small fraction of the galaxy had seen in the Old Republic, let alone now, on sight-- especially in its non-active state. Should the thing go active then I think there have been enough stories that no one would mistake what it is. But as I said that is just my two cents and I leave that call on identification up to our GM. Anyway the main thing is at this point no one should yet know she had a lightsaber.*nods* That's fair. Please ignore Knave's earlier thoughts. :) Quote from: hellrazoromega on 09-09-2015, 00:39:32I PMed or GM and clarified that Kyle did have time to hide her lightsaber in her pack, her poor stealth roll would not be triggered unless and until her pack was searched. Even when it was on her person it was under her cloak so unless folks have x-ray vision they might know she had a roughly cylindrical object hidden if they beat her roll but not I think it is a stretch for them to know exactly what it was. Now this is just my two cents but given our earlier discussion about the Jedi and the Sith I do think it would be quite leaped for a person in this era to see a closed down lightsaber a know right off the bat what it is—an active one sure but a metal cylinder that could be a tool, fancy light, or torch. It seems a leap for a non-Jedi to say they can identify an item a small fraction of the galaxy had seen in the Old Republic, let alone now, on sight-- especially in its non-active state. Should the thing go active then I think there have been enough stories that no one would mistake what it is. But as I said that is just my two cents and I leave that call on identification up to our GM. Anyway the main thing is at this point no one should yet know she had a lightsaber. Yeah. Even if someone sees an activated lightsaber the normal person's first thoughts would be: Wow another lunatic who's going to lose an arm over fancying that archaic tech. Then again, open use of a Jedi's weapon and powers while not understood by people would quickly start up rumors and get to imperial command so better safe than sorry! Anya has nothing to add at the moment so she's waiting for those more experienced in operating in enemy territory come up with ideas. Well, I'm ready whenever you folks decide if everyone goes, or if you'll split the party at this point. Yeah, I was just waiting to see if there was a response to Kyle's plan. Alright, I'll give it another day to see if anyone objects to splitting the group, and if not I'll move the scene into town for Kyle. If nothing better comes up as an alternative we'll determine who goes with Kyle non a first-come-first-served basis, having whoever replies to that scene just be there. Perhaps not completely realistic or ideal, but better than not moving forward, I think. But if you guys just need more time to decide what to do next, by all means let me know. I don't want to rush you into anything. I'll be posting tonight when I get home from work. Just for your consideration, folks: If you can't decide on how to split the party, how about all venturing out together to get the lay of the land, before you decide who goes where? Right now you characters don't have much of a clue what might be where in this town. Just FYI all, I am fighting a nasty Flu and may be absent a couple of more days. Quote from: Cassandra Le May on 21-09-2015, 09:47:28Just for your consideration, folks: If you can't decide on how to split the party, how about all venturing out together to get the lay of the land, before you decide who goes where? Right now you characters don't have much of a clue what might be where in this town. Splitting up is probably a horrible idea anyway so I second that. It would be best if the group went out to get an idea of what's going on before heading to the contact, maybe make a skill check or two to get information on the way... Quote from: hellrazoromega on 21-09-2015, 14:30:19Just FYI all, I am fighting a nasty Flu and may be absent a couple of more days. Thanks for the heads-up. Get well soon. :-)Quote from: FragarachZ on 21-09-2015, 15:16:40Splitting up is probably a horrible idea anyway so I second that. It would be best if the group went out to get an idea of what's going on before heading to the contact, maybe make a skill check or two to get information on the way... Sooner or later splitting up the group will happen in one scene or another. I don't favor the idea either, but, in the long run, it will happen at some point in the game, no two ways around it. At the moment I see the visit to Demand as something of a test run how the group goes about exploring new planets and settings, so while splitting the group is sometimes a bad idea, I don't mind exploring the possibility now, while we are kinda getting into the swing of things. I'm not saying we should actually do it, just for the sake of exploring that option, but I will go with whatever you guys decide to do. Back. I think it's fine if you move us on to the next scene Cass? Good morning and I agree! Me too. :) Alright. I'll move you all into town, once I am fully awake - something I am not sure will happen today. Then again, 5am is perhaps not thew the best time to judge if and when I'll fully awaken. ’D Alright, added a little more. I'll wait till tomorrow if someone has anything to say or do at this point, then move us on again. Should keep up the pace a bit, so if you guys find me posting too slowly, feel free to PM me, or post here. Sometimes a little nudge can be helpful to my productivity. Sorry I just went ahead and straight to business with Anya, because Kyle didn't seem to act in charge yet so I figured she'd want to get the business end of the meeting done since it's something she'd be familiar with. Anyone feel free to chime in in-character if you don't agree with something or want to take another approach/route.Also, please note everyone that while not in her own turf, don't expect the same confidence and sass from Anya. She won't be taking charge or directing situations off-ship much so my somewhat regular/quick responses will be considerable slower and less substantial to reflect that. Hey guys, I've had a crazy amount of work going on. I'll be getting a post up sometime this weekend. Sorry for the wait. Quote from: FragarachZ on 01-10-2015, 21:27:43Sorry I just went ahead and straight to business with Anya, because Kyle didn't seem to act in charge yet so I figured she'd want to get the business end of the meeting done since it's something she'd be familiar with. Anyone feel free to chime in in-character if you don't agree with something or want to take another approach/route. Also, please note everyone that while not in her own turf, don't expect the same confidence and sass from Anya. She won't be taking charge or directing situations off-ship much so my somewhat regular/quick responses will be considerable slower and less substantial to reflect that. Since we seemed to take the tack of delivering the cargo Kyle figured that was Anya's deal to run as they captain of the ship. You guys ok with Anya going back to the ship to let "screw guy" unload the cargo? Kyle nor Hearts can get the stamp from the contact himself, since it's digital anyway Anya would see the authorization on data pad and let the fella take their parts. Or screw the whole thing and go on foot and stick together in case a bar fight breaks out? (Which Anya will spend hiding behind cover) Quote from: FragarachZ on 04-10-2015, 22:03:31You guys ok with Anya going back to the ship to let "screw guy" unload the cargo? Kyle nor Hearts can get the stamp from the contact himself, since it's digital anyway Anya would see the authorization on data pad and let the fella take their parts. Or screw the whole thing and go on foot and stick together in case a bar fight breaks out? (Which Anya will spend hiding behind cover)No worries here, though Kyle would make it clear no one should be going anywhere whiteout at least one other person to watch their back. This all good with me! Are people still here? Muse? Kirby's? Heard from Kirby via PM. Apparently he's been pretty busy in real life lately, and didn't have much to say in character. I hope both things will change soon. Is still here. Been on bed rest all week, but I'm getting better. So I caught up on solo role plays today. After work tonight I should be getting to my group games. Good to hear you are getting better. Hope you'll be back at full health soon. With luck. Two days ago I couldn't get out of bed. Today I actually took care of some stuff around the house, so I should be back on top of things in a few days or so. I'm here. Did a post t catch me up to the present moment, but it doesn't really advance anything. Was waiting for the captain, but I can try to take charge if her player is out of sorts. Hope you feel better soon, Batman. *offers hot tea* By the way do we know how our contact looks? GM is trying to tell us there's a lone man at a table that just screams "I'm a NPC talk to me" but yeah. Otherwise, it'd be nice to have Schrader takes us to him. Even Hearts asked so nicely :p Fair point, Frag. Posted accordingly. For the last few days I was sick as a dog and pretty much in bed for the exception to a couple of hours... which explains why I only saw the new Star Wars trailer just now. I'm squeezing ind jumping in delight like a 6-year-old. Would also like if this game picked up again. Post coming out. Sorry if Knave doesn't go with your flow, Frag. She hopes you'll trust her. :) Smooth. Go ahead, you're the party face. Anya is just anxious as she's getting out of her comfort zone. Part of her is expecting everything to explode around them! And lol, there's gyro in Star Wars? Quote from: FragarachZ on 22-10-2015, 09:28:51And lol, there's gyro in Star Wars? Now there is. Fun fact: If one of your characters had asked what else is on offer, I would have introduced something very, very similar, only that I might have called it something else, but it would pretty much have been a gyro (or Turkish pizza as we call the rolls here in Germany). So this scene came to mind. *Grins* if you tell me what to call it, I'll edit. ’D Quote from: Muse on 22-10-2015, 16:31:53*Grins* if you tell me what to call it, I'll edit. Death. It's all good. If we call beer, and brandy, we might as well call a gyro. ’D (Or a gyro. The 's' in the Greek word gyros doesn't indicate a plural. Reading it as a plural and coining the word gyro as a singular is an English language thing.) Update on the "new player situation":I am PMing with an 'interested party' (yes, I should have been a politician if I use terms like that :D) and I'd say we are getting somewhere. Once we worked out the basics of the character background, everything is just going to be a question of time and rolling some dice. Or so I expect at present. One way or the other, the new character will (most likely) be introduced to the group through Born Connor - and since I can have that happen almost any time it suits us we can plow ahead full steam right now. So grab a beer, dig into the food and ask some questions. ’D This is the time to get "asking for local knowledge" out off the way, and not just for Demand, but the whole sector. Promise to get a post up today guys. Gather information people and rebel operatives, here's your chance to ask questions. Anya will delightfully steer the conversation into a discussion on operating and maintaining agricultural equipment and filtering droid vocabulary otherwise. Quote from: FragarachZ on 01-11-2015, 11:19:35Gather information people and rebel operatives, here's your chance to ask questions. Anya will delightfully steer the conversation into a discussion on operating and maintaining agricultural equipment and filtering droid vocabulary otherwise. Thank you. I was beginning to wonder if this would be going anywhere. I must admit you surprised me there by asking about the Andorrans. Furthermore, I was expecting Anya to focus more on the possible business competition in the sector first. Hey she has a ship to run and a crew to feed, don't judge her :Well, the setting up her own business thing is more of a cover story really. She's getting paid for being here already, and she can do a side job/cargo run sometimes. Besides, she'd rather learn about the worlds and people first to see if she even wants to do business with them.... I'd also expected her to ask questions along that line, but nobody is asking the important ones which are useful to know first. Which sucks because Anya's only the hired help :But I guess I'm just more active than the others. I have too much free time really. Too much free time?? What's that supposed to mean?? Your words make no sense. ’D BTW, I may not get around to answering Anya's question today, so if anyone else wants to chime in, just go ahead. I can certainly answer more than one question in a single reply. I am multitasking like that. ’D Happy birthday, Batman 4560! Here's hoping you have a great day, and many more. Y'all are stalkers. PI got on today and everyone I write with said something. I almost forgot it was my birthday. Thanks. :) Happy Birthday buddy! Since no one else is responding or contributing to the scene, I guess we can move on? And drop off people who don't want to play anymore? Yeah. I was planning on moving the scene to the Magpie today. Only that something in RL just came up so it might have to wait till tomorrow. And perhaps it is time to wonder about the participation of some people again. :-(:O Sorry it took a bit, guys. RL and such. Put up a brief post in the Magpie thread. Apologies again for being so out of it. Early winter and depression don't mix. ^_^;; (Schizoaffective in my case)While it's not too bad with me, some of my activities have suffered and this one has suffered worse. :-(That's no fun. Winter can be bad enough for people not suffering from any underlying health conditions. Hope you'll get at least a lot of sunny days this winter. Just FYI, this is Finals week for me, so I may not respond until next weekend or a bit longer depending on how long it takes my brain to recover. Cass, when you get on tonight, could you help me catch up. I kind of lost hope that this game will go anywhere. Are we calling it? Well as I said, I just got done with Finals last week, but I am more than willing to go on now. Quote from: FragarachZ on 14-12-2015, 20:45:54I kind of lost hope that this game will go anywhere. Are we calling it? Or maybe a reboot. We could place an open call in the "looking for players" board, get 2 or 3 more people on board and see if a larger group will keep things more active. And perhaps a slightly different structure will help, something more structured as "adventures" or "chapters", with more information presented up front and the scene jumping into some action early on and a clearly defined goal to work towards. As my experience is primarily one of pen & paper games, pacing a forum system game is something I am still learning, and maybe I should try a somewhat different approach? We can toss back and forth some ideas here for a bit and if we start over, perhaps look for some more players in early January, re-start by mid-January. If you're not tired of me, I still want to play. I'd also benefit from a more chapter Ike structure and Biltmore action. I know you're setting this up so that we guide the story. And would like to look into contacting the historians. Maybe smuggling them some food and blankets, build up some good will and let them know that we're aware of their plight. And I'm caught up at last. A thousand pardons for dragging. What will it take to get things going again? Maybe watching the new movie will stir up the embers of action. I got my seat reserved for this Saturday, so work cannot fly by quickly enough tomorrow.(By the way, anyone who spoils it for me will be hanged from their intestines and lit ablaze by a thousand angry planes walking dire squirrels I can command telepathically.) Don't worry about me spoiling it for you. I have no plans yet when I'm going to see it. Cinema options for me to watch it in the original language are fairly limited, and I tend to avoid dubs when I can. Might wait a bit till the first rush to the cinemas has died down, before I decide if I want to watch the German version in the cinema, or wait for the DVD release. Same for me, but I managed to get a seat for the original language subbed showing that many people avoid if they can watch a dubbed one. I always prefer watching any movie with the original sound anyway, so this turned out great. Friend's don't let friends buy dubbed tapes. (It's not only true of anime!) I should get to see it Monday with a family friend. The new movie aside, what do you guys think, should we start an open recruitment for maybe 2 or 3 new players, once the holiday season is over (not sure how much sense it will make before X-mas or while people have their mind filled with the new movie), on the assumption that more players will mean more activity? How many actives do we have left? I thought we only lost one? I'm pretty sure the directness of the current mission should take up activity some! There's you, Frag, and I suppose Hell razor and Batman are still with us. That makes 4 players currently. Yep I'm still here. It might be better to wait until after the holidays though before looking for any new players. No spoilers from me, I'm just going to say the new movie is fantastic. I'm definitely going back to watch it in cinema again before it's released disk. It made me reconsider subbing to old republic again. ’D I saw it nine times! I sat in the theater most of the day Friday! Quote from: Batman4560 on 20-12-2015, 16:04:38I saw it nine times! I sat in the theater most of the day Friday! You, my friend, have(a) too much time, (b) too much money, or(c) all of the above.’D Or (d) work in the cinema? :P I'm good at managing my money and the job I work only gives me one day off a week, so I can choose when I take it. So Friday I spent the day at the cinema. It was twenty-five bucks for an all day pass to the film. Wow, an all day pass, wish I had one of those. Reboot is OK by me, I am game for whatever--obliviously a bit busy with the holidays but still here. Frag, I think we're waiting for the captain to speak up now? And it sounds like everyone was interested? Quote from: Muse on 28-12-2015, 16:08:54 Frag, I think we're waiting for the captain to speak up now? Yeah, I am pretty much waiting for someone to say "okay, we'll take the job" or say "okay, we'll take the job, but let's haggle about our reward first". ’D And I only didn't do that because I'm not the captain. Though come to think of it, haggling is probably right up Heartbreaker's alley. Sense motive is folded into Perception, right? (Except in combat, in which case it's inactive.) Quote from: Muse on 28-12-2015, 16:27:10Sense motive is folded into Perception, right? (Except in combat, in which case it's inactive.) Yes and no. I don't think there really is any equivalent to "Sense Motive" in these rules. Perception has the "sense deception" aspect, but that seems to be primarily intended to see through deceptive appearances created with the Deception skill. If someone tells you a lie you don't roll anything to sense the lie - the liar rolls Deception against your Will save. Which means... in this case I'd say you get the impression Connor might be willing to pay more than the 2,000 mentioned, but how much remains to be seen. Perhaps trying to shift his attitude with a Persuasion check would result in a better offer. Okay, was wondering what I could do get an idea of what might be a proper counter offer. Hm...*chuckles* Might just be better to have what credit he offered and his goodwill, though. :) I thought we were waiting until after the holidays for a new recruitment, sorry. I'm open for whichever. I, too, was waiting for the captain to make the call, figured that was her purview. My character is just the muscle, so until the captain speaks. :P Quote from: FragarachZ on 28-12-2015, 21:47:00I thought we were waiting until after the holidays for a new recruitment, sorry. That was just an idea I was floating around, and the reaction seemed a bit lukewarm, so I figured we'll just go ahead for the moment. Now that here's a job at hand and everyone seems to be engaged I guess maybe we can just go ahead and postpone the search for new players and/or a reboot till we are done with finding those mystery packages? Let's stick it out until the job is finished and go from there. ’D Works for me. Just to let you all know that I haven't forgotten this game. I'll get us a "chapter one" started before the week is done. Working on a fantasy game lately has made it difficult for me to switch my muse to a sci-fi setting, but I should have most of the work for that done today or tomorrow, then tomorrow I may not be online much, depending on how long some work on my internet connection might take. But after that it should be smooth sailing for Star Wars. But Star Wars is a Fantasy setting. :P Alright made us a new thread for "Chapter 1" here: am I assuming that you guys wait till nightfall, as it was pretty late in the afternoon anyway. If you need to do any shopping in between, all unrestricted/unlicensed goods should be available in town for regular prices. Assuming north is up on the top of the map, what direction are we coming from? Also did we have to move by foot? Knave will haggle! Tooth will facepalm. Quote from: Batman4560 on 07-01-2016, 19:18:47Assuming north is up on the top of the map, what direction are we coming from? Also did we have to move by foot? That assumption is correct. As for where you'd be coming from and transportation:(base is pretty close to town so you should be able to manage on foot. If you circle around a bit you can approach the base from pretty much any direction you like, but from the east, along the road, is perhaps not the best idea. The base covers a smaller area in reality than shown on the map; it does sit where the road ends. If I want to make a skill check should I do it here or on the chapter 1 thread? Quote from: Batman4560 on 07-01-2016, 19:57:03If I want to make a skill check should I do it here or on the chapter 1 thread? The latter. Cool, I'll work on a post today. :) Might need to look into getting some items for the mission. Are we still codebook only? Quote from: FragarachZ on 07-01-2016, 22:45:28Might need to look into getting some items for the mission. Are we still codebook only? Pretty much so, yes. Quote from: Batman4560 on 05-01-2016, 19:25:16But Star Wars is a Fantasy setting. Indeed, but far too many people thing spaceships and technology must automatically equal Sci-fi, many other franchises suffer from the same mistake, as IMO Sci-fi and fantasy should be judged by different criteria---IE griping about something being impossible is a far less defensible potion in a fantasy setting than in Sci-fi. Anyway are we still on the Demand thread or have we moved to another? Quote from: hellrazoromega on 12-01-2016, 04:23:50Indeed, but far too many people thing spaceships and technology must automatically equal Sci-fi, many other franchises suffer from the same mistake, as IMO Sci-fi and fantasy should be judged by different criteria---IE griping about something being impossible is a far less defensible potion in a fantasy setting than in Sci-fi. Anyway are we still on the Demand thread or have we moved to another? Hey guys I just wanted to leave this here before I turn in for the night. It's a link to a show online if you like Star wars as much as I do then you will find this interesting. Can we talk over a plan for this mission? Are we trying a silent approach or blow something up? Go on foot, take speeders, fly in with the ship? I believe we had an appointed field commander for ground missions?Also, this has nothing to do with the game, but anyone here playing SW TOR? I think it would be best to go on foot. Since it's not far from our ship as it is. I didn't know that we had a commander for this. Would you like someone to take that role? Well, officially our Jedi is the mission leader for the overall mission, at least as far as the New Republic is concerned. As for talking about a plan: By all means do so. You are free to treat the opening post in Chapter 1 as just scene setting and "flashback" to mission planing. Chances are you will end up approaching the base (one way or another) sometime during the night, so I just wanted to describe that part a little, to get the ball rolling. Doesn't mean you have to continue the scene from that exact moment, as long as we reach something vaguely resembling the opening scene eventually. :-) Forgive my confusion, but when is this mission happening? We were at day 3 evening and ch1 posts were labeled day 1 night? This happens before meeting Connor? It's supposed to be the same evening you meet Connor. I didn't notice that the "day 1" labeling had sneaked into the post headers there. Personally I don't mind if we number the days per chapter, as long as people update their post headers when it's a new day/a new location. Meet? Meet. I'd offer a "meet" too, but I am not so sure if it is worth the effort. I have a strong feeling this isn't going to work out. If so, ... well... a bit of a bummer, but if that is the verdict, can I at least have a "lessons learned" "what to do better" feedback from anyone who equates meet with meet? A real shame we couldn't make this work. Your attention to detail brought this section of the universe brilliantly to life! It looks like we ran into the same thing that kills most shadow run games, leg work. And I don't mean investigating the system in general, that was fun, and put at least my skills to the test. But after that long stretch, we needed a sudden explosion rather than a stealthy infiltration. Also--and I recognize this because it's a problem I suffer from myself. After all the glorious details that put is in the galaxy, when we got to the point where we were trying to plan a heist, the details failed. That may well be our fault for not asking the right questions. But if there was quite a way in that didn't involve bluffing, your map didn't show it too us. The blank space surrounding the compound said to me, "buildings demolished and cleared out for a block in every direction to form a kill zone." And then we got confused trying to figure out how to bluff ORU way in. And confusion lead to exhaustion. ^_^;; Quote from: Muse on 20-02-2016, 21:12:19 That may well be our fault for not asking the right questions. But if there was quite a way in that didn't involve bluffing, your map didn't show it too us. The blank space surrounding the compound said to me, "buildings demolished and cleared out for a block in every direction to form a kill zone." The funny thing is, I never imagined you folks would plan all this much. In my mind this was the moment when people make a few dice rolls, a bit of Spot, a little bit of Stealth, some Mechanics to open a lock, followed by a few Search checks. Maybe the map isn't helpful. Maybe just asking for a few skill checks would be the way to go. And yes, I am using present tense here. If some of you still want to do this, despite this bump in the road, I am still game. Maybe we can still work out a better understanding of what our expectations and gaming styles are and work towards a point where it all works out for everyone. Ooh! I'd like that. :) I'm too invested. So I'm sticking around till you guys kick me out. Hmm... looks like Hell razor hasn't been on E in a while. Let's wait and see a few days if Frag has any opinion on how to proceed. I am willing and happy to continue this game with three players (i.e. Muse, Bats, Frag), and if Frag drops out I might find a way to write a change of crew (and ship, if required) into the game at this point and reboot with Muse, Bats and some new recruits. I'm good, just needed some time to recharge after a very busy few weeks. What's the plan? Depends. Do we go with three players, or do we want to recruit at this point? My personal inclination would be to just delve into the scene, roll a few dice, and take it from there before we consider the group size, but I am open to suggestions. Then again... saying something like this might not advance the game any, so I guess I'll just advance you from the current planning and ask for a few dice rolls in a day or two, and we skip the rest of the planning session. *Grins* Let's do this now, then, and the old-fashioned way. The confusion was that it looked like there was no way to approach the base without being seen. If we can just sneak up and break in, let's do it. Quote from: Cassandra Le May on 26-02-2016, 19:27:02The funny thing is, I never imagined you folks would plan all this much. In my mind this was the moment when people make a few dice rolls, a bit of Spot, a little bit of Stealth, some Mechanics to open a lock, followed by a few Search checks. Maybe the map isn't helpful. Maybe just asking for a few skill checks would be the way to go. And yes, I am using present tense here. If some of you still want to do this, despite this bump in the road, I am still game. Maybe we can still work out a better understanding of what our expectations and gaming styles are and work towards a point where it all works out for everyone. Quote from: Muse on 29-02-2016, 12:05:15The confusion was that it looked like there was no way to approach the base without being seen. If we can just sneak up and break in, let's do it. We are talking here about a setting where one guy in a star fighter can blow up a battle station the size of a small moon. ;)Be Heroic. ’D Alright, we're kind of talking in circles IC, Cass can you make a post to advance us to "after all the plans were set in place and the missions begins"? I just wanted to be clear, Tooth reasoned that sniping from the top of our ship is the best place for him to be correct? Quote from: Batman4560 on 08-03-2016, 06:04:19I just wanted to be clear, Tooth reasoned that sniping from the top of our ship is the best place for him to be correct? Nope. Sorry for any misunderstanding. Tooth is basically just somewhere in the bushes, behind a tree (or maybe in a tree), or some such. Your ship is on the other side of town. Got ya, thanks for clearing that up! Comlink chatter reminding me, as the tactician of the group Tooth would probably have come up with call signs to use during missions? What does everyone think of that? I was thinking Knock 1 to 3 Tooth, Anya and Knave, but I'm open for any half decent idea. I don't mind call signs so it's whatever to me. :P I apologize for vanishing without a trace, or a word. A life-altering real life issue fell upon me like a ton of bricks which I have only just now crawled out from under. Again I apologize. If my spot is gone I fully understand, if not I stand ready. Honestly, I am not sure if there is anything that can have a spot open or not here. I asked for some rolls from anyone who wants to sneak up on the ship you lot are supposed to search, some two months ago and never got a peep. Maybe I should have pushed people a little, but I kinda sorta figure this game has gone the way of the Dodo. But, it is good to see that you have some time and energy for E again. Glad you managed to crawl out from under that ton of bricks. :-) Quote from: Cassandra Le May on 24-05-2016, 15:10:37Honestly, I am not sure if there is anything that can have a spot open or not here. I asked for some rolls from anyone who wants to sneak up on the ship you lot are supposed to search, some two months ago and never got a peep. Maybe I should have pushed people a little, but I kinda sorta figure this game has gone the way of the Dodo. But, it is good to see that you have some time and energy for E again. Glad you managed to crawl out from under that ton of bricks. :-)Well thanks for that. If anyone else finds the spark again I stand ready. :) Same here. (And have posted the long delayed post. I k now, I suck this year. *Sweat drop*) Yeah sorry, not me. It's kind of hard for me to take time for the solo games that I run. Being in a group game right now isn't what I should be doing. I am not sure if continuing this without the ship's captain is a great idea. Neither am I certain if recruiting a new player or two in the middle of a scene is a good course of action. I'd like to think about this for a few days, before I make up my mind how best to proceed - if we proceed. I have some vague ideas that might - or might not - work. But if anyone has any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them. Well, if we have to recruit replacements, we should probably finish this scene with those we've lost in fuzzy focus and then finagle the replacements. Perhaps a reboot would be called for if we recruited new people? Well let me know what you all decide I am OK either way.

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Portal_ Uprising

Portal: Uprising Chapter One: The Vault Chapter One [+] "Good Morning!" A Cheerful Robotic Voice said as Carter slowly opened his eyes. "You have been asleep for 999999999..." The automated voice was obviously malfunctioning. He sat up in his bed and yawned. The room looked horrible, the lights were out, walls were severely damaged probably from them moving the vault around the facility. Carter got up and walked over to the door. He opened it and took a step forward... Daniel's vault violently shook him awake. "Main Power Core Reactor Failing. Melt Down Imminent." The Automated voice said. "Great," Daniel mumbled," A reactor melt down..." He stood up and ran to the door, opened it and looked down. "That is quite the drop..." The vaults were secured high up in the facility, to the point where he couldn't even see the ground. "Hello?" He yelled, "Anyone Out There?!" The vault that housed Ashton, barely awake, had collapsed and barely hung from the safety precautions that had decayed. The room was slanted, all the furniture leaning against a wall that did not look stable at all. It did not suit the up-beat automated message at all, which soon trailed off as it glitched. Ashton had already crawled out of the bed, careful not to make too much motion. He made his way to the door carefully, opening it to see what should have been a hallway was now a deadly drop. Ashton stopped himself from crying out in despair, afraid that wretched Gladys might still be listening. He couldn't shake that horrible anxiety of her memory. A yell rang out through the silence, it did not seem too far away. Ashton climbed to his feet, "Hello!" He yelled back, holding onto the door as he peeked his head out of the vault to search for the source of the voice. Daniel was shocked someone else was actually out there. "YES! HELLO!" He yelled, "Where are yo-" Before he could finish his question, Daniel was interrupted by a loud scream. Carter had fallen out of his relaxation vault and landed with a loud metallic thud on another Vault. "What was That?! Are You Okay?!" Daniel was getting worried now, his only way out may have just been killed. Ashton flinched, he could hear a loud thunk and a panicked yell. He leaned out a bit further, craning his neck to catch sight of the other survivor. "Where are you?!" He yelled, concerned more so because now it was silent once more. His relaxation vault had started creaking, it was no longer fit to carry the weight of the things inside of it. "Please, I think I'm going to need help!" He yelled, growing anxious as his vault tilted further. "Well You are in quite the predicament there... hmm lets see..." a small British voice said. A blue personality core came out attached to a rail near Ashton. "Um why don't you climb on me up to this rail, and you can get over to one of the other vaults, or... OH! Or I could move one of these relaxation vaults so you could not die. Not dying would probably be good for you. Or! OH! Or-" The Core kept babbling on and on. "Is someone over there with you dude?!" Daniel asked. Katrina was awoken slightly later than the rest of the test subjects. Her head pounded as she sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily. Looking around, she saw that her vault had been trashed completely. There were small cracks in the vault's walls and the lights had been smashed out, making the lighting almost non-existent. 'How long has it been?' She asked herself internally. Standing, Trina maneuvered her way between the pieces of her broken room to the look through wall and hit on it lightly with her palm." Hey, what's happening here?" She called out to anyone near her, though no on was in sight. Ashton nearly fell from the startle of seeing the blue core. "The rail, of course!" He mumbled under his breath, "Don't bother with the vault, it's going to fall apart any moment." He said, reaching up for the rail. "Stop blabbering." He snapped at the core, struggling to pull himself onto the rail. Ashton was able to find a sitting position on top of it, rolling the orange jumpsuit to his elbows. "Yes! A..." His voice trailed off as he searched for a reply, he wasn't sure what it was. "What is your name?" He asked the blue core. "Why do the bloody humans always go for the rail option...? I've only gotten to do the Vault one, Once..." The core Snapped out of it, "Oh um, Yes! Wheatley! I'm Wheatley!" He moved the rail slowly over to the top of Katrina's vault, which is also where Carter had fallen. "There, this one hopefully will be more stable." He joked, "Hopefully." Carter stood up then fell back to the ground. "What... the hell... is going on...:" He coughed since he was still hurting from the fall. Katrina looked up at the core. She nodded to herself, agreeing to the fact that she had to climb up to it. She started by stepping up onto the bed and gripping tightly onto the walls edge. There was an opening in the ceiling which she easily crawled through and got up onto the vault. Just now noticing Carter, her eyes widened and she inches over to him. "Are you alright?"(Please correct me if I'm wrong with anything. I'm definitely trying my best~) (I know I'm going to be accepted and don't want to be left behind soon.) Jack fell out of bed, hitting the floor hard. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" He scratched his head looking around. He opened the door of the vault and looked down, eyes widening. That was one death defying drop. He heard some commotion and was trying to spot whoever was yelling. "Ok whoever built this facility failed to relies human beings can't fly." he yelled out. Ashton held on tight to the rail, "I didn't you did this sort of thing often, Wheatley." He grunted in response with a roll of his eyes. The rail had arrived at another vault which seemed much more stable. Ashton hesitated to climb down, he wasn't sure if he actually should go down just yet. Two people were inside, and one was already climbing towards Ashton and Wheatley. Another voice grabbed his attention, Although he was still worried about the first person he heard, he decided to deal with it soon. "Hey, we're over here!" He yelled towards the source of the newest addition to the voices. Jack started to climb down, his legs like jello. He slipped and fell back peddling his arms, which never works. He fell and screamed. His scream was stopped by his back slamming on the floor of the bridge like structure. The wind got knocked out of him, and he scrambled to get up. He caught his breath and looked around, having a better view than before. "We have been asleep forever" He whispered softly. "Well don't go killing yourselves right away, I mean if we are going to escape before this facility explodes then I'm going to need all of you!" Wheatley exclaimed. "Is everyone pretty much alive?" Carter slowly stood up and glared at Wheatley. "Yeah, no, thanks to you." he muttered in response to Wheatley, then looked at Katrina. "Yes, I'll live." Daniel climbed on top of his vault and look over at the other one. "Hey, You there!" He yelled, "We need to get out of this Chamber, anyone got any Ideas?" Wheatley turned around, "OH! OH, OH!! PICK ME! PICK ME!!" Carter looked at the others and pointed at Wheatley as if he was saying "Really?". "We could all get in here and I could take you to the room where they stored all the portal guns! Then we could work on our escape!" Wheatley suggested. Ashton watched the others curiously, a little nervous to be around them. He remained on Wheatley's rail, looking down at Carter." Portal guns?" He said in surprise, excited to get his hands one again. It fascinated him, and it was something he actually enjoyed doing in this place. "We definitely need to go there." He murmured, glancing over at Daniel. "Wheatley, maybe you should the other people who have woken up?" He suggested, climbing off the top rail so he hung from it. Daniel glared at Wheatley. "I Don't trust that little orb, but at this point I don't have any other options..." He said to himself. Then he yelled to the others, "I Think we should do what the orb says for now." Wheatley nodded in approval, "Yes! Yes! Do what the little orb SA- HEY! Who are you Calling a Little Orb?!" Carter looked up at Ashton. "Why don't you come down here? From what Wheatley is saying he's going to move this entire Relaxation Vault," He told him, "I trust him." Wheatley then looked at Ashton, "You humans sure are closely related to apes. Not quite as hairy as them. Oh, Sorry, mate! I don't usually have a second to observe who I'm traveling with." He got a little closer, "So hey, what does it feel like to know you're probably going to die? Because I've been curious of a few things like-" He kept babbling on again, "Also, would ear wax make better candles than the regular kind of wax-". Daniel was getting frustrated now, "Hey! Orb! We don't have time for this!!" Jack laughed "let's go!" He declared. "Show the way ball guy" Ashton watch the core talk relentlessly with a grimace. "Please just shut up." He growled as he dropped. Ashton rubbed his palms, taking in whom all was there. "Do we have everybody?" He asked as he took a glance about the vault. "You're forgetting me." Daniel said as he jumped down from the vault over head. "I'm so glad these things are so close together," he said, "Alright Wheatley, where are we going?" Wheatley looked angrily at Daniel, "Wheatley? It's WHEATLEY. With an "L". And for your information, The 'portal vault' as I call it, creative name I know," He bragged," is going to be over that way somewhere. I believe it's labeled or looks different from one of these vaults you... Humans rested in..." Carter started looking around. "Well lets see if we can find it then, It's not like we want to stay here until we blow up." Wheatley nodded and moved closer to Carter, "Yes! Yes! Listen to your fellow human friend. He knows what he's talking about!" Ashton crossed his arms over his chest, listening to Wheatley chatter on. "Don't you haveanyspecific details that can help us find the portal guns?" He asked, he did actually expect an answer. Despite being asleep for so long, Ashton felt jittery and anxious, causing him to be louder than his usual self. Ashton walked to the edge, looking over down at the drop. Ashton wanted to get going already, he started towards the direction Wheatley pointed out. He was not usually one to lead a group, nor did he intend that, but he did not to wait around any longer for them to gather their bearings. (I will post a lot more don't worry. Been extremely busy sorry) Jack ran up besides Ashton walking with him. "Hey Danny boy come on!" He yelled back. He glanced at Ashton smiling. "So I don't know about you, but I cannot wait for those portal guns. I'm not so sure why people are so suspicious about a ball with a blue light as an eye. He's like the size of a tennis ball." he whispered to Ashton. "UGH", Perry spurred as her body slammed hard onto the musty floor. Perry could barely breathe. The impact of the fall had knocked all the air right out of her. She groaned in agony, struggling to sit up right but to no avail. Her muscles were so weak from not using them in god-knows how many years. What a wake-up call. As Perry got her bearings, she realized that she was not on the floor, but was laying on the wall of a moldy room. Her vault must have fallen on it's side, she presumed. Perry was so confused, one moment she was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep the next thing she knew, she was stuck onto a wall. Perry heard faint voices in the distance. Voices of desperation and fear. Her so weak and frail, she laid still: her eyes stared into space. She tried to yell but only could let out a whisper, "Help..." (Sorry, accidentally posted twice. Damn my shitty internet connection) ((Hey it's cool, it happens. Could I get you to sign up in the IOC first though? I know you're new to the guild so it's no big deal, it's just that's how most forums work on here. Copy the character sheet or "CS" and fill it out for your character so we know a little about them. If you have any questions just message me or say something in the IOC. ’D Other than that, Welcome to the guild.)) Ashton eyed Jack, slightly suspicious of his friendly demeanor. He shrugged, "I'm not too fond of most AI, but he does seem harmless enough." He replied, slowing his pace to a stop. Furthermore, he wasn't sure which direction to take just yet, and it seemed best to wait for the others to catch. Besides, there wasn't much place to continue with the gaps between the vaults, but the jump wasn't too far. It was certainly one most people could make. Perry waited and waited for a response. She knew no one was coming to save her. She knew she was going to die if she didn't get out. Perry rolled onto her side and onto her stomach. "EARNSHAW" she winced as she rolled over. The sudden agonizing pain in her left shoulder caused her to lay still. It was then that she realised that her left shoulder had dislocated from the fall. She ground her teeth and crunched her face in pain, garnering the strength to move. Perry flopped her right hand in front of her to drag herself across the wall to reach the door. Her fingers dug into the molded wallpaper with ease like it was butter. Perry managed to make her way. The door was ajar and out of it, sideways, she saw a group of people surrounding a blue robotic sphere. Perry's eyes widened. She waved her working arm in the air. The sight of other living humans gave her hope. Hope that she could still make it. Wheatley squinted and looked toward Perry, "Is that a human over there?" Carter turned around and looked as well. "Yeah I think that is! You there What's your Name?" He turned around and asked Daniel. "Call me Danny." Cater pointed at Perry, "Can you get over there and help them?" Daniel hopped some vaults and landed on the roof of Perry's vault. He looked down through the door at her. "I know you probably enjoyed your rest," He said sarcastically, "but Unless you want to die we really need to get out of here." Then he noticed her arm didn't look right. "Is your arm broken?" Danny asked. Jack saw someone wave out of a vault. "Hey guys someone's in their vault still!" He yelled pointing into the direction. Jack jumped and caught a rail, then started to climb up. "Hey I think that persons hurt" he says Everyone noticed the woman who obviously needed help, Ashton also followed their line of sight, making his way carefully over to Wheatley. He watched Jack and Daniel over at the woman's fault, tapping his foot anxiously. Ashton pulled himself onto the rail again, sitting on top of it next to Wheatley. "Where do you think the portal storage room is?" He asked, yawning. Wheatley smiled, "You see funny thing, the vault is actually over there. I Can't believe I didn't remember that!" Wheatley turned to his left. "That Vault over there with the light on it is actually the Portal Vault. The prototype portal guns should be inside!" He moved down the rail a little bit. "It's going to be a few jumps though then a big one. The vault between this the Portal guns and Number: 2678-741 fell and made the gap a lot bigger." "Not that bright, are you?" He murmured, watching Wheatley blabbering his big of mouth. Ashton's gaze followed Wheatley before drifting to the vault. "It's not too far..." He said, doubt clear in the tone of his voice. Ashton scooted down the rail, trying to get a better view. "On second thought, maybe we should get someone better at jumping." He said with a nervous chuckle. "Oh, thank god", Perry murmured as Daniel approached her. "Could you please help me down?" She said softly. "He, yeah, one hell of a wake-up call. Oh, don't worry dear. My arm is just dislocated. When we get down, could you help me put it back in its socket please?", She said. Perry's strength was coming back to her and so were her memories. She couldn't help but think that Daniel looked strangely familiar. Daniel offered her a hand. "Well Give me your good one then, it's seriously time we leave this shithole." Meanwhile, Carter was standing by Ashton. "How on earth are we going to get over there...?" He asked the group, "We could try using the rail, but if one of us falls..." Wheatley couldn't help but chime in, "We can take this vault here and drive it over to the Portal Vault! I've already done it once today after all!" He started moving inside the vault. "Just jump in, I'll access the panel, and we'll be off!" She reached out and grasped Daniel's hand, pulling herself up. Her head went numb for a bit. She wasn't used to standing upright. "Thank you dear" she said. Perry took her first step in years towards the adjacent door. She turned to Daniel inquisitively," What's your name by the way. I feel like I know you from somewhere" Perry turned in the direction of the strange chatty robot, "Let's get to the vault they're talking about, and we can fix my arm there." After taking a second to recover he looked at her. "Daniel, but most called me Danny." He took a minute to get a good look at the girl. "What's your name?" he asked, "You know, it's possible we met before. Except, I didn't exactly talk much..." Danny just shook his head and got back on track, "What am I doing... We need to get going." He jumped down to the vault down one level, "Jump! I'll catch you!" He yelled and held out his arms. Perry looked down. It was a three-meter drop where Daniel was standing. His arms ready to catch her. " I'm Perry. Youngsters like you usually call me Ms Ang." Perry said. " Are you sure about this?" "I've just met the kid! And I'm supposed to trust him with my life?" Perry thought to herself. Knowing that there was no other option, she closed her eyes and took a leap of faith. The next thing she knew she was in Daniel's arms. Perry awkwardly got down and stood in front of him. "Thanks kid, we'd better get going eh?" Jack jumped off and leaped for Daniels arms. He slammed into him, falling to the ground "My hero" he says laughing. He got up and looked at Wheatley "LETS GO GET OUR PORTAL GUNS" he yells. Daniel nodded and jumped down inside the vault where everyone else was at. After helping Perry get down, he nodded at Wheatley. Wheatley nodded back, "Alrighty Then!" He slid along his rail inside the control panel inside the roof of the vault. "Are you all alright down there?" He yelled through the ceiling, "We should start moving in just a second." Suddenly the vault jerked back and forth, then slowly started moving backwards. There was a loud crashing sound. "Darn! I Hit that one, hope no one was in there..." It jerked again, this time to the side. "Does anyone see the vault?" He yelled, "You'll know it when you see it!" Carter clung to one of the walls, "Just try not to get us killed, We can't be rebuilt like you!" Jack frantic looked around for the vault, and spotted it "I see it, but try not to break it, or else, no portal guns" He yelled. "How are you even controlling the thing, you have no arms" He added Perry groaned in agony, her body swaying to the movement of the vault. "Could you maybe NOT crash into everything?!" Perry yelled. She was still holding her dislocated arm in place to ease the pain. "Why was this robot so incompetent?", Perry thought to herself,"Since when do robots make mistakes?" CRASH! The window she was looking out of shattered as Wheatley hit another vault. It sent glass shards flying across the room. Ashton who as in the corner of the room was knocked against the wall when they collided. "Can't he do better than that?" He grumbled to himself, making sure to avoid putting his foot down where any broken glass was. He looked at Perry with pity, seeing her in pain wasn't exactly fun. Ashton was tensed, waiting for them to arrive at their destination. "Almost there, should be in just a second!" Wheatley yelled. More metal screeched as the chamber rubbed against other vaults. "Alright, Right about here!" Wheatley suddenly stopped the vault, causing it to shake back and forth before stopping. "Alright, this is where I leave you on your own." He said to the group, "I Have to get back to another human I rescued. They need my help more than you do, trust me, they're mute!" Carter walked up to Wheatley. "You can't just leave us here! We'll get ourselves killed!" Wheatley lowered from the ceiling and faced them, "Just meet me at the main breaker room, should be near the old A.I.'s chamber. We'll use the escape pod and sail our way to freedom." Daniel looked at the core, "You better not be trying to get us killed, or I will hunt you down." He opened the door and walked out of the vault. Jack smiled jumping into the room with the portal guns. He grabbed his and twirled it around. "I have always wanted something that is so technologically advanced. This is sweet!" He yelled shooting a portal to the calling and then the floor below where he was standing. "I'm ever-naly-fall-ing" He yells. "Help" he yells "Another human?" Ashton said questioningly, narrowing his eyes at the core. After a moment he brushed it off, he figured it wasn't his problem. Ashton followed Jack into the storage room, grabbing the nearest portal gun. "Does anyone know where the main breaker room is?" He said, running his hand across the smooth surface of the portal gun. He glanced up at Jack, frowning disapprovingly at him. Ashton turned his back to him, looking back into the vault for the others. Perry let out a cold sigh as she looked down into the portal room. "Great, more falling", she thought. Perry knelt down to make her sent. She used her good hand to hold onto the ledge and dropped herself into the room packed full of inactive portal guns. Perry flashed back to her test-subject days. Perry had seen many of her fellow test subjects being given these guns but those who went through the portal tests never made it back. Perry herself was used to test Aperture's new propulsion gel prototypes. She had a few close calls in those tests. It is miracle she had made it out alive. Perry looked around the room still clutching her shoulder. Perry then realised that she could not operate a hand-held portal device without proper hands. "Could someone please help me with my arm? I need one of you to hold up my arm at a 90-degree angle and then push it upwards into the socket." Carter and Daniel jumped down at the same time. They both went up to the wall and grabbed one of the prototype guns. "Woah..." Carter exclaimed," this is awesome!" Daniel on the other hand got down to business, "alright, does anyone have any clue as to where the main breaker room is?" Carter looked back at the vault to see Wheatley going along his pole, far away from the group. "We're on our own to find it, Wheatley is gone." Carter told them. The cheerful robotic voice came over the speaker again, "Warning: Core melt down in T-minus, Three hours and Fourth-five minutes..." Daniel sighed, "Whatever we do, let's do it quick. Time is of the essence." Ashton looked up at Perry, frowning slightly. The others seemed to not take notice of her. "I'll do it." He said with a gulp before launching a red portal on the ceiling Lethe vault and another portal beside him. Ashton jumped down, landing with a thunk by Perry. Ashton set down the portal device, approaching Perry as he grabbed her arm carefully. "Okay...." Ashton was clearly hesitant as he lifted her rm up. "One, two..." Ashton pushed her arm upwards as he said three. Jack shot randomly and ended up firing his portal against the wall. This time around he flew in the one on the ground then out of the wall into one of the stands with the portal guns on them. He got up and saw Ashton push Perry's arm back into his socket. He cringed as he heard the bone pop back in place. "Yeah I agree let's do this, we don't have much time" he said. Jack ran toward the doorway, and blasted past it. He looked around for a sign of some sort. "Hey guys look a sign" he pointed toward a sign that said "Old AI testing chamber." "This is where he told us where that main breaker room is!" he yelled scampering towards it. Carter and Daniel nodded at jack. "Let's go then," carter said, "no time to lose." He ran in eagerly, not even stopping to take a chance to think what was through the door. Daniel hesitated, "What does it mean, "AI"? They didn't have any of this fancy stuff when I went into the vault..." He looked at Perry. "Looks like Ashton's got your arm back where it should be." He looked back at the door nervously, "If you guys are ready, let's get it over with." Then Carter shouted back at the group, "Hey guys! Get in here this is cool!" He was standing right in front of Gladys, however since the power was off, so was she. Ashton cast a worried glance at Perry, "Are you okay?" He asked quietly, hoping that she did endure too much pain in the process. He turned when hearing a yell from Carter, and he promptly followed the rest of their group to the room. Ashton felt his stomach do a flip seeing Gladys, even broken and powered down she was a sight to see. The area was foreign to him and Ashton carefully made his way inside. He looked as if he expected to be attacked at any second. Jack came face to face with Gladys. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled, then noticed she was powered down. Jack laughed and knocked on her blue light, she has as an eye. "She's dead! Ding-dong the witch is dead!" He chanted climbing her like a tree. "She is like a jungle gym!" He says hopping around her. "Thank you so much dear. I don't know how I could ever repay you. " Perry said to Ashton with the most gleeful smile on her face. Her arm did still sting a bit but at least she could move it. She propped herself up and head for a green and red portal gun. She trailed behind the group trying to keep up. "AI core?" Perry pondered. What did they mean by AI? Perry hastened her pace to catch up. She prodded her way into the mailed room her group was in. "What a mess," she thought to herself Cater was moving around excitedly around the deactivated AI. "I wonder if it still works..." He got behind it and started messing with the wiring. Daniel wanted to stop him, unsure of what would happen but didn't. "So is there like a power switch around here or something?" He started scanning the room with no luck. "Or maybe the blue core will show up again?" Ashton glanced around the enormous room, brushing tangled hair behind his ears as he followed behind Daniel. He wasn't sure what else to do, he didn't see any power switch either. "Not sure what we're going to do now." He commented, crossing his arms as he searched for any informative signs. Of course, the place was so run-down nothing seem to be of much help. Jack looked toward Daniel "Yeah maybe it will, huh?" He said smiling. He frowned when Carter suggested on finding a power switch "Are you insane? You don't go around just turning things on!... Well I do, but I can't help it, I'm too sexy" He said laughing. "We should not be stupid enough to turn that on, maybe someone else will" He said aloud Suddenly, the lights started turning back on one by one and the sound of power returning to the entire facility. Wheatley could be heard from far away, sounded like he was underground and coming up out of the ground. Carter stepped back as the head of the AI started sliding back together and raising up in the air. Daniel watched in fear, "It's Repairing itself?!" The machine continued rebuilding and rising into the air. "What do we do?!" He started panicking. Carter had a huge smile on his face, "This is so Cool!" Perry watched the heaps of metal tangle and twirl like an awakening snake. She was fascinated. Never before had she seen technology this advanced. Hand-held portal guns? Living machines? Things sure have changed a lot since her slumber in 1982. "Lets watch this thing go!" Perry said enthusiastically as the robotic snake continued rising, shaking off the decaying Derby. Ashton stumbled backwards, breath catching in his throat as Gladys reconfigured herself. His breath caught in his throat, "Oh my god..." He choked out as he started to shake, his first instinct was to find some place to hide. Ashton glanced around, as he searched for a worthy place for him to get out of sight, breath quickening. Ashton had few interactions with this machine, but none of them were good. His last memory was stumbling around corpses before being sealed into the relaxation vault. His relief at seeing Gladys decayed like the faculty was crushed as she restarted. Daniel ran up and pulled Carter away from Gladys. "I'm sure it's cool, but I really don't want to stay around to see what it does." Carter fought back and eventually broke free. "Look," He pointed, "It's Wheatley!" Wheatley was rising up out of the floor, connected to some box. He was also next to some woman in an orange jumpsuit. "Okay, maybe if we stay really still," Wheatley suggested, "Then she will not notice us!" Daniel dived behind some of the rubble as Carter continued to stare at the Machine. "Power Restored," The automated voice said, "Core Stabilized. Aperture Science Laboratories back online. Genetic Lifeforms and Disk Operating System, or Gladys power levels at 52%, 53%..." Daniel poked his head out, "That thing is almost back On!" Ashton quickly followed after Daniel, who seemed to be some of the more sensible person of their group. "I think we're going to die now." He said, brushing his hair out of his face. He peaked at the scene from a crack in the rubble, eyes narrowing as he saw the silent woman. "Well, I think they will, actually." Ashton corrected himself, relaxing a bit now that they were out of sight. Jack laughed and stood in front of Gladys. "Oh I'm so scared, she doesn't even have arms" He said laughing. He saw everyone run away, which made him nervous. He stumbled back. Perry noticed that everyone was hiding. Confused, she followed and hid behind a transport pipe. "Why are they so afraid of a simple machine?" she thought to herself "Robots never did humans any harm... Right?" The connected pieces of metal continued to rise up higher and higher synced with ever-increasing percentage timer. "Kids! It's just a robot see? Nothing to be afraid of! Here." "...98...99... 100%, Powerfully Restored." The voice said. The robot moved around a little more before lifting it's head. "Oh," it glared, "it's you..." Gladys used a claw to not only pick up the girl, but Wheatley too. "It's been a long time. After all I've been pretty busy being dead, AFTER YOU MURDERED ME." The robot was strangely calm, "but I believe we can put all of this behind us... For science... You monster." The girl was dropped down a chute, it looked like a disposal of some kind. "Ah," she said looking at carter now, "what do we have here?" Daniel clenched his fists and ran unwillingly out of cover next to Carter. "Carter, this isn't a good idea..." He whispered, "back up and let's run...!" Carter turned a smacked Daniel on the shoulder, "Nash... Something that cool is probably pretty safe." Gladys just stared at the two for a second. "Were you assisting... Her...?" She hissed. Perry covered her mouth in shock. "Did that robot...just kill her?" Perry thought to herself. She scanned the room for her new-found friends. Whilst Carter and Daniel squabbled in the corner, Perry desperately searched for a way out but noticed a broken Wheatley in the corner of her eye. Her eyes widened and she dashed her way to the whimpering sphere. Jack looked over at the robot that just threw the girl down some chute. "We weren't assisting her, we don't even know who she is" he said to the robot. He walked up, but behind Carter and Daniel, still nervous. Ashton cringed, everyone else was up there. He shrunk further in his hiding spot and glanced around nervously. Ashton spotted the entrance they had come from and crept towards it. He made sure to stay out of sight and make and little noise as possible. Which was hard with all the debris laying about. Ashton just wanted to get out of this place, and if he wanted alive he would be going the opposite direction of Gladys. Wheatley looked up at Perry and nodded, "Yes, Yes! Good you're here, and no! I was not crying or whimpering I was simply...um...?" He desperately tried to find the words to not sound weak. Carter looked up at Gladys with huge eye, "This is Incredible!" he exclaimed, "Are you the AI They put in charge of the facility? Or at least the one they were working on?" Daniel finally stepped back and got behind Jack. "This kid is nuts man!" He whispered, "WHAT. DO. WE. DO?" Gladys simply ignored Carter. "So, let me get this correct," She said, "FOUR Test subjects escaped along with that other one?" The Room got darker and had an eerie red glow, "We can not simply let this go to waste. There areTeststhat we must get done." Daniel counted the number in his head. SHE MISSED ONE. Gladys had forgotten about Ashton. Jack peeked out the side of the group "Is it like a game? I like games." He said Ashton listened to Gladys's words, feeling like he was going to hurl any second. He kept sneaking along the debris, and paused to take a glance back. It seemed Gladys had not spotted him yet, maybe there was chance he would be able to get away. But as the room darkened, so did he. Ashton wanted to signal someone to make a break for it, but most seemed to be distracted by something else. Ashton suppressed a groan of frustration, turning back to the exit. He crept, quickening his pace. Surely the others would keep Gladys distracted. Gladys opened a few panels up and a doorway opened. "This is your way out, not That way." She closed off the way they came in. "Now you will all begin testing. Or you will die, simple choice really." Carter was shocked by the words of the AI. "W-What are you?" He started backing up. Daniel grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him to the door. "You got us into this, now you're staying alive to fix it." He said angrily. Jack followed the lead of the group. He thought it would be fun "You know what, this could be fun" he says (Sorry I'm so late, bad internet connection)Ashton slumped down as his escape was cut off. He peeked around the debris he was hiding behind. The group was hiding to the doorway Gladys had provided. He sat back on his heels, trying to think of something else to do. He didn't want to just pop up and run with the others to the testing area. But he might end up dead if he was found eventually by Gladys. Ashton bit down on his lip, trying to choose between his options. With the mechanical sphere In her arms, Perry walked to the 'exit' with the group. "So what's this robot's beef anyway? We didn't even do anything to her!" Perry announced to the group. It was almost as if the mechanical gargantuan was to be that way. And why did it want to test so much? Perry asked herself these very questions as she made her way down the hall with the group. Perry felt like she was on death row. She looked down at Wheatley and mumbled,"What are we going to do?" Portal: Uprising~[Awesome Banner will go here eventually]~[~INITIATING PRE-TEST PROTOCOL~]Welcome Test Subject, [TEST SUBJECT NAME HERE], to The "Aperture Science Test Subject Discussion Forum". Here you may have useless conversations that are not about Science with other test subjects. Also, new test subjects can introduce themselves here. The Actual "RP" will take place in Chapters which mark major events in the story, but please keep all the side chit-chat out of the actual Forum. If you wish to have those conversations, you may have them here and talk about important decisions that must be made or any other pieces of information that you wish to share with others that in no way benefit science. The current Chapter, Rules, and Character Sheet can be found below. [~END PRE-TEST PROTOCOL~]Current-Chapter 2: The Introduction SUMMARY [+] Aperture Science. A name many companies in the science industry fear or hate. Why, you ask? Aperture, much like Black Mesa, was not scared to step over the boundaries of science, and explore areas that no other had wanted to explore. From mantis men, to the "Hand Held Dual-Portal Device", Aperture was in a golden age of creation. At least until they tried to tap into the field of Artificial Intelligence. Gladys was their result. After years of research and design they placed together a huge machine that could think for itself and had total control over the facility. Gladys eventually killed all the scientists in the facility, but spared all the test subjects that were locked away in relaxation vaults. After all, she still needed to test. A Young woman defeated Gladys, after she was woken up for testing, but was not heard from again. Now it is your turn. With the help from other test subjects that were woken up by the reactor no longer powering the chambers you must escape the facility like the woman before you. Will it be that simple though? PREVIOUS CHAPTERS [+] -Chapter 1: The Vault RULES [+] -Don't control characters you don't own.-Your character is not super man, so they are not invincible.-Keep It PG-13. No Exceptions.-The RP will require all characters to participate. None of this splitting off and making it a 1x1.-Have Fun! CHARACTER SHEET:-Name:-Age:-Personality:-Portal Colors: (Any Two that are not already taken)-Special Skill (1 Max): (No Magic Please. [Ex. Stealth, Electronics, Strength, Agility, etc.])-Bio:-Appearance:-Nickname (Optional):-Other (Optional): Characters [+] CURRENT CHARACTERS:- Daniel Tyler (WHO- Black, White)- Carter Rogers (WHO- Gold, Silver)- Great Salmon (CS in Progress) - Katrina Anderson (Raining Stars-Purple, Blue)- Ashton Harper (Cat mint- Bright Red, Turquoise)- Quart Toes (Alexis- Orange, Yellow)-Jack (United-Colors To Be Edited)- Perry Ang (magic- Red, Green)---- Don't Know Anything About Portal? Just Click Here! Reserve me a spot pls Yep. No Problem. -Name: Carter Rogers-Age: 16-Personality: Shy, Cheerful,-Portal Colors: Gold, Silver-Special Skill (1 Max): Good With Electronics-Bio: Carter wasn't ever the most popular kid in class. In fact, he was the one getting bullied and beaten in the back. Even when he told everyone his uncle was taking him to work with him, Carter still got beaten. He entered the Relaxation Vault by accident, but it was on the same day that Gladys took over. His Uncle was killed, but Carter doesn't know that yet.-Appearance: CLICK ME! [+] -Nickname (Optional): If One Pops up I'll put it here.-Other (Optional): None.-Name: Daniel Tyler-Age: 20-Personality: Angry, Quiet, Doesn't Trust people Easily.-Portal Colors: Black, White-Special Skill (1 Max): Stealth-Bio: Danny's Father worked at aperture for the longest time, but Danny never cared. He hated his father for many reasons. One day he decided to enter aperture and ruin whatever his father was working on, but he ended up in a relaxation vault. Sealed in and forced to sleep. That, however, was in 1972...-Appearance: CLICK ME! [+] -Nickname (Optional): Danny.-Other (Optional): ;) Bump. When there are at least a few other people we can start the IC. I'll definitely join, but I'll have to read about Portal for a while before I can do much. XD I'm glad I put that there then. Don't read the entire wiki though. Lol It's like reading the dictionary. Asdfghjkl. How much should I read? Since it's not taking place during the time that Cell was in the Aperture Science complex, should I just read enough to get the main concepts of the story, and what happens during Portal? -Name: Katrina Anderson-Age: 18-Personality: Hard-headed, closed off, observant, impulsive.-Portal Colors: Purple and Blue. (If that's possible? I haven't read much yet.)-Special Skill (1 Max): Agility-Bio: Katrina had not known about the Relaxation Vault and had been forcefully placed inside by her parents. Her mother and father were driven by science and had raised Katrina for the soul purpose of being a test subject. They didn't think the Gladys would take over while their daughter was inside the Vault. Katrina has no idea that her parents are dead, but she holds a strong grudge against them for putting her in this position.-Appearance: Picture Swag [+] -Nickname (Optional): Kat, Trina.-Other (Optional): Noose~ Accepted I'll add it to the list in just a second. If you are reading about portal on the wiki, Definitely read the "Portals" tab, and maybe look over the "Gladys, Wheatley and Cave Johnson" Tabs. They all will be showing up. Cell will just be mentioned or make small appearances. Thanks, I'll do that now~ Le Bump~ This looks really cool! Could you save me a spot? Yeah, Sure! ’D JOIN Later. Busy CHARACTER SHEET:-Name:Ashton Harper-Age:19-Personality:Seems like a quiet, shy guy. However, he is actually blunt and usually rude to new people. Ashton is not one to trust easily, and usually distance himself from meaningful relationships.-Portal Colors:Bright red and Turquoise-Special Skill:Stealth-Bio:Ashton initially wasn't related to Aperture Science in any manner. In fact his home was not the best place for a child, possibly the worst place. He won't go into detail, but it was traumatizing to say the least. Ashton was found by Aperture Science as a willing test subject, his motive was clear he was only in it for the money. They accepted him for his outstanding skill for stealth, however his other skills seem to be lacking compared to the others. Ashton had few interactions with Gladys and none of them were pleasant. He barely escaped the deadly neurotoxin, sealing himself into an empty relaxation vault.-Appearance:-Nickname:Ash, Ashy-Other:None can make a girl CS if there turns out to be too many guys' haha -Name: Quart Toescri-Age: 22-Personality: Quiet but always gets the job done-Portal Colors: Orange and Yellow-Special Skill (1 Max): Speed-Bio: Being one of the faster more older subjects of Aperture Science he is not exactly very flexible more just faster than others on foot knowing his speed he has one goal... Get out of Aperture-Appearance:-Nickname (Optional): Quartz-Other: Relays on insane speed by using his portals as a speed boost (So falling through them then quickly switching to blast out of it Both Accepted and Added to the list. Cool! When are we going to start in the IC? I'm going to give the other two people who wanted me to save them a spot an hour or so then I'll put up the IC. After it gets started people can still join, it might just be a little strange fitting it in, but We'll work it out. Okay, that sounds like a good plan \you/ Yay~ So excited! ^_^ Holy Cow. Got side tracked. Putting it up now. Sorry!! First Post is up, Sorry about the wait. WAIT FOR ME! Name: Jack-Age: 17-Personality: Outgoing, happy, helpful, friendly-Portal Colors: black and white-Special Skill (1 Max): Agility-Bio: Well he never thought he was being put in this situation until he was put in the situation.-Appearance: blonde hair, blue eyes. Wears a Hawaiian dress shirt with pale shorts.-Nickname (Optional): Jack.-Other (Optional): No XD Can you give me a chance to say accepted? WAIT.[EDIT] See Post Below. United, I need you to change the Colors, It doesn't apply yet, but it's coming up in the RP. When Portal guns come into play I had to have some logic in there being so many. That's where the idea of different colors are linked together as portals comes in. This is why no one can have the same Colors as anyone else because that would cause the guns to malfunction, and it'd be like sharing a portal gun with someone else. TDI don't mean to be a negative nanny, but I have to go by what I said. You can see all the TAKEN colors on the first post of the IOC under the "Characters" Tab. ’D -Name: Perry Ang-Age: 36-Personality: Very patient. Loving. Motherly. Emotionally strong-willed. Afraid of being alone.-Portal Colors: Red and Green-Special Skill: Able to perform first aid.-Bio: Used to be a biology science teacher. Had a huge debt to pay for her house. Couldn't pay it off and got evicted. She ended up on the streets for months. She took an offer from Aperture science to be a test subject for pay. Furthermore, she got was later stored in a relaxation chamber as a spare test subject.-Appearance: oily hair in a low ponytail. Pale face with heavy eye bags. Orange aperture science jumpsuit. Subtle wrinkles.-Nickname (Optional): --Other (Optional): Injured shoulder from falling in the relaxation chamber (Sorry for not posting here earlier haha :p) Accepted. And don't worry about it, everyone has to start somewhere. (United...... Ok.... Dangit I wanted black and white.that's ok. Fine Westwood......fine then) XP I still need to update the list. :P Is the RP dead? Lol No, I was hoping some of the other people would post, but it's still us four or five. Ah well, that still works. Sorry about the pause though. ON WITH THE RP. ’D Come on, Perry post..... Cant get back up running, if nobody posts. Silly

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OOC Casting Call X Men RP

X Men:The Fortunate Would anyone be interested in an X Men RP?? I would like an open thread, so villains could jump in and cause chaos (while sticking to the story line of course). Preference will be given to writers able to post at least once a day, but 2 or 3 posts are preferable. They don't have to be drawn out, just a couple of paragraphs each to keep the story moving. Core Characters needed!! Jean Grey- feistyphoenixWolverine/Logan- wombat9966Professor X- MasterEnnaStormCyclops/Scott Summers- gearhead73Beast/Hank Gambit- raiguyRogue-Neuromata?? Iceman-KitCartaii?? Nightcrawler: WolfiasOthers can join the story progresses (Jubilee/Sinister/Iceman/Mystique)Don't get caught up over which Marvel universe we're in, just write your character well within the given situation. Time period/age of characters/setting are all up for discussion so please PM me with ideas!* I call the Canuck Lol. Any setting ideas? Well if you want Movie and Storm, Plus the Phoenix force your looking mid 90s comic time Men. So you could be battling anyone from the Shi'AR, Free and the Skulls in outer space. To Apocalypse, Mr Sinister, Magneto & the Acolytes, Hellfire club even Strife. Plus you had the Mutant virus happening and the Sentinel project. Bishop coming back in time to get Fitzroy. The birth of Onslaught. Oh, so many possibilities. Ok lets keep it simple. By setting I mean, Professor X's School, a research facility, somewhere else hidden....etc. well it would depend. I mean you could start anywhere, and it could all turn out to be a training exercise in the Danger Room in the Mansion if need be. LOL Oh that sounds good!! Lol I'm flexible. Now we need more writers. Well I am just about to head to bed so hopefully by tomorrow (my time) there will be more I hope so! Night womb, sweet dreams night Well, I think I would like Cyclops if no one has spoken for it. Sounds like some fun writing. It's yours! Now we just need at least the Professor and Storm or another female character to get started. I call Gambit/Maverick! I hadn't planned on Gambit coming in until later but okay! Beast/Hank could be an NPC if no one PM's me about playing him. I just didn't want to have too many people starting all at once. Where are the ladies! I need a Storm and hopefully a Rogue eventually. Hamm... I feel sad that you didn't want me to come in until later.... I can arrange that. You can! I just wanted to start with a core of like 5 people ready to write before actually making the RP thread, but since you want Gambit he can start out with us. I still really need a Professor X and a Storm since they are very important and part of the original X Men team. Furthermore, I'll join in later, like you predicted. *hands on hips*I say you join with us, you join up. DO EET! *twirls ace of spades through finger* Are you sure about that? *Dark Phoenix takes over Jean*are YOU sure about that? Feistyphoenix said: *Dark Phoenix takes over Jean* are YOU sure about that? Click to expand... Just a heads-up, you didn't specify which persona of Jean Grey you were. So basically you are one of the strongest mutants in the world? And looking back, I inadvertently chose the strongest mutant in the world....Oh, fuck.... I know. I am planning to write outside the existing Universes, my version of Jean will be able to control the piece of the Dark Phoenix that resides within her, but only "most" of the time. It will take over from time to time and cause problems for her. And it is the real Jean, not the "fake" Jean that the Phoenix consciousness created to occupy. Yeah, I'm playing Gambit after his powers are fully unlocked.... I forgot about that second part of Gambit... It's been a while since I looked at Gambit, and his powers haha And I have the ammonium version of wolverine to tie in with Phoenix version of Jean Grey. Unfortunately, Jean's telepathic abilities don't affect me. That kinetic energy shield. Legitimate question, do I play with him able to transform into the Death Persona, or just fully unlocked potential as Gambit only? wombat9966 said: haha And I have the ammonium version of wolverine to tie in with Phoenix version of Jean Grey. Click to expand... And you're going to have to be on your game. Phoenix is going to want to seduce you something fierce and Jean is going to be loyal to Scott at all cost. Oh, the joy of being a split personality! Raiguy said: Unfortunately, Jean's telepathic abilities don't affect me. That kinetic energy shield. Legitimate question, do I play with him able to transform into the Death Persona, or just fully unlocked potential as Gambit only? Click to expand... fully unlocked would be my preference. Okay. No Horsemen of the Apocalypse. That could be if someone plays another horseman, I could turn villain for a bit. Always liked phoenix, and Logan did always feel Scott was too much of a boy scout for Jean. wombat9966 said: always liked phoenix, and Logan did always feel Scott was too much of a boy scout for Jean. Click to expand... hahaha...oh god this is going to be fun. Raiguy said: Okay. No Horsemen of the Apocalypse. That could be if someone plays another horseman, I could turn villain for a bit. Click to expand... Besides timeline wise Gambit was not Death yet. He was still just the Loveable Cajun thief. Archangel was still around and Sinister was still trying to get him back as his flying 'Angel of Death'. wombat9966 said: Besides timeline wise Gambit was not Death yet. He was still just the Loveable Cajun thief. Archangel was still around and Sinister was still trying to get him back as his flying 'Angel of Death'. Click to expand... True, but if we are playing timeline, Jean wouldn't have control of Phoenix. If you guys start going off into comic book land you're going to lose me. I just now have Jean's backstory under control in my mind. The more complexities you pile on will just bog everything down. That's why I'm thinking we don't go canon. It will allow for different villains to pop up and keep the story rolling, rather than going chronologically. Otherwise, we have to go back to the past, and only a few people would be playing for the time being. Okay so we just play favorite type and let feisty veto any choices that are too powerful or don't quite fit in. Ultimate veto Poltava. Okay I'm done with the power trip.lol BUMP still need a Storm and Professor X. I am starting to feel woefully out of my depth. I need to do some reading! Just get comfortable with Scott's backstory. The important thing is going to be that he and Jean have been together since they were 18, so their relationship is very much the "high school sweethearts" type of thing, just all grown up. We can deal with the villains as they show up and run training exercises at the school in the meantime. Our day-to-day activities will mostly be teaching and interacting with each other unless a crisis presents itself, which will happen (I'll make sure! Lol) From what I am reading, his character should be a pretty good fit for me. X's fav student, who eventually is able to step out of his shadow and become the defect leader of the group. Smart, logical thinker and tactician, smile on his face and kind word for all attitude. (Boy scout, I like it)I was thinking he could also have a yard full of dick, bucket full of balls, and enough hair on his ass to weave and Indian blanket, likes holding hands, sunsets, and DVR'ING The View that he watches with Jean later? Thoughts? Lmao Other thing to note jean/Phoenix lets her wild side run loose with Logan and Logan who has always had a thing for Jean likes it. Scott is jealous, but Logan couldn't care less. His view is "If you can't satisfy the lady, I can." Wolverine and Beast are the hairy ones.lol Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Can I write for Nightcrawler?! Can I, huh?! Can I?! Oh, please?! Please?! Please?! Puhlease!LOL Not that I'm begging or anything like that minds you. Raw don't think Nightcrawler is coming in until later but, sure of course! I'm not intelligent enough to write for Beast or Professor X and nobody wants me writing for a female! Feistyphoenix said: Raw I don't think Nightcrawler is coming in until later but, sure of course! Click to expand... he everyone likes the Knucklehead I think we have a Professor. Now I need a Storm!! Be good if we could get a Locke too ... I don't even know who that is. lol There are so many mutants in the series it's difficult to keep track. The telepathic ninja assassin. Hmm...maybe she can be one of the students. Depending on how writing Jean/Phoenix goes I may write her as an NPC until someone comes along and wants to take her over. We'll see how fast the thread moves and what happens. Hey just realized why you like jean so much. Another feisty redhead. Boy am I a dope. Oh, womb *pat pats*how did you not see it before? Hi Bald man here reporting for duty. Finally read all the thread. So my bio so you can see what kind of Prof I am going to. (I don't want the backstories and the recons). A fresh start with a new bunch of mutants is fine by me. Name : Professor Charles Xavier Age : 34 Alias : Professor; Prof; X. Powers : Telepathy (psionic, mind reading, astral world)Charles Xavier finds himself in a turning point. His trip around the world as brought him many allies and many enemies. He now sees that there is a new era beginning and he must make a stand. He founds the Xavier's School for Gifted Mutants a place were all like him can are welcomed, a place was he can show that mankind as nothing to fear from the mutants. In this place he hopes to erect the pillars that will lead the mutants from the shadows and into the light. He as a dream were mutants and human live side by side in harmony. A dream that is fragile and just beginning. He will start with just a few students, but he hopes that they serve as example for the rest. When the world sees what his X-men can do they will great them and accept them. Arsh times are lurking, and he must endure for the sake of tomorrow. And sorry I forgot to edit. Arch?? Not good. Eh...it happens!Welcome, Yes, but you had already told me that it had mistakes and still I was ok no problem let me just copy and paste it. Good to be welcomed. Lol. You got too excited to worry about spelling. Well next time I shall use my psychic powers.lol And I forgot to tell you I think X should be at least 10 years older. Jean and Scott think of him as a father figure so he'd have to be a little older than both of them. I was thinking they'd be around 28–30 years old well I cant call them youngsters anymore. So this is like way after the formation of the school. When they have already done some stuff? oh, yeah we are talking when Jean has dark phoenix inside her. Then Nightcrawler should be in this group at this point and time Via the movie? Well if it is during the dark phoenix saga in the comics' no nightcrawler. But since this is not canon. Let the phoenix decide. Since we don't have a villain yet to start trouble maybe rescuing Nightcrawler is our first mission (kind of like in the movie)I'm thinking we start in a training sequence in the mansion before morning classes start then we each go through our typical day and that night receive a distress call from Nightcrawler via the Professor, and then we go get him That would be nice. Introduce the x-men and then go on a mission. Who should it be the first villain? Since its rescuing nightcrawler I propose Mr Sinister. We don't have anyone to write a villain yet. We should get a storm first then. I don't mind writing a villain as well. Just tell me who you want. As you can tell by my AV I like the Mere with a mouth Deadpool, but he was more X-Forces go to villain and had a grudge against the Knucklehead as well. How do we want Gambit to come in then? The Reign Cajun is kind of going to do his own thing. wombat9966 said: I don't mind writing a villain as well. Just tell me who you want. As you can tell by my AV I like the Mere with a mouth Deadpool, but he was more X-Forces go to villain and had a grudge against the Knucklehead as well. Click to expand... Since we don't have someone to be the villain I think this would be a good option. And we could rotate the writer until we get someone truly evil to write. Oh, I can be truly evil, so no problems there. If needs be I can write as the villains. Raiguy said: How do we want Gambit to come in then? The Reign Cajun is kind of going to do his own thing. Click to expand... Well we may have a Rogue, so maybe Gambit initially comes to the school to confront Wolverine about something (your choice) and then because of his attraction to Rogue he sticks around. wombat9966 said: I don't mind writing a villain as well. Just tell me who you want. As you can tell by my AV I like the Mere with a mouth Deadpool, but he was more X-Forces go to villain and had a grudge against the Knucklehead as well. Click to expand... I would love it if we had a Deadpool eventually. A Deadpool that breaks the fourth wall?? And insults me?? That would be funny. No Storm yet. :/Will you all please write and submit your bio's to me via PM, and we can make changes if necessary then post the final bio in the RP when we get it started. As far as ages go: I told the writer interested in Rogue that I'd like her to still be a student at the school but 18 (per lit guidelines). That would make Gambit around 25ish? Scott and Jean, both 29-30 and Wolverine; well...he's sort of ageless anyway so it probably doesn't matter. He LOOKS like he's in his mid 30s though. Hugh Jackman.....yum. Lol Here is the bio you had requested Feisty: (I can change whatever you need me to)Name: Scott Summers Age: 25 Alias: Cyclops Powers/Abilities: Optic blasts, Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, Gifted strategist tactician, pilot Scott met Professor X as a teen and was later brought to the school to learn to both utilize and control his power. Under the Professors tutelage, Scott learned became a strong and fierce fighter, his accomplishments only eclipsed by his reputation as a loyal and trustworthy friend. He met his then girlfriend and now wife Jean Grey. Scott spends the bulk of his time as a teacher and counselor for other mutant youths that make their way to the school, but will also dawn the uniform and his ruby quartz leased visor and join forces with his teammates to fight. Scotts stands 5'11" and weighs 178 lbs. He keeps his dark brown hair short and neat, with a part on the left side. His eye color is undetermined due to the blast of energy that emanates from them when his eyes aren't shaded by his glasses. Oh, I forgot to mention, please include physical descriptions for the purpose of the RP, I mean we mostly all know what they look like but.... I like descriptions! I feel it helps other people when interacting with each other. It wouldn't make much sense if I referred to someone's blue eyes when they imagined their character with brown eyes, y'know? Well I will rewrite my bios then. And shortly send it to you. Ok, I can add that, but I figured I would leave that up to you. I don't really care what I look like, you are the one that had to sleep with me, lol. gearhead73 said: Ok, I can add that, but I figured I would leave that up to you. I don't really care what I look like, you are the one that had to sleep with me, lol. Click to expand... haha...modeling him after James Mars den is not a bad idea Okay here is what I am thinking, we have plenty of people to go ahead and start writing so what if we wrote into the RP that Beast and Storm are off in DC working with Congress on mutant rights laws? If we get writers for those characters they can just say the Congressional session was up, or they came back to help in a crisis situation that comes up. Also... I was never thrilled with Fame Janssen as Phoenix in the movies. She looked too matronly, especially with the costume they had her in, BLEW. Phoenix is a redheaded bombshell in the comics, and I will be portraying her as one. Jean Grey-Summers Name: Jean Grey-Summers Age: 29 Alias: Phoenix Powers/Abilities: Empathy, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Endemic Memory, Phoenix Force: travel unaided through space, psionically manipulate matter and any form of energy, cosmic fire, resurrect from death, manipulate life energy in others, manipulate timelines. Jean Grey (now Summers) grew up in a normal two parent household. After her abilities presented themselves she came to live with Charles Xavier at his school for the gifted. She met Scott Summers, and they fell in love as teenagers before marrying. They were rock solid for much of their marriage until the last couple of years. After merging with the Phoenix Force she has found it increasingly difficult to control the new power that arrived with it. Her previously hidden attraction to Logan was brought to the forefront by the primal nature of the Phoenix. Jean loves her husband intensely but when the Phoenix overtakes her mind she is drawn to Logan like a magnet. He agreed to resist her after she begged him not to let her do anything to jeopardize her marriage but within the last few months Logan confessed to her that he has found it much more difficult to resist her advances. Jean only retains shadowy impressions of what her physical body has done when the Phoenix consciousness uses her body as a vessel. Sometimes the extra power comes in handy in a crisis but much of the time Jean finds it equally annoying to always be on her guard against it. Most of her days are spent teaching at the school for the gifted. She acts as counselor for the female students and teaches them everything from ethics and philosophy to an extracurricular cooking class and some modified outdoor sports. Mostly, she loves her job with the children. She finds them bright, engaging, and mostly very sweet and well-meaning humans that will someday make fine examples of mutants. She worries over them as if they are her own children and helps them through their first heartbreaks as well as finding their identity as mutants and controlling their powers appropriately. Furthermore, she managed to earn a Masters in Education with the help of the Professor, and she assists him in any administrative capacity that he requires. Furthermore, she thinks of and cares for him like a father figure and trusts him to help her with any problems she has in her personal or professional life. Jean is a stunning redhead, standing tall at 5’9” and her goddess-like proportions are enough to make any human man fall to his knees in worship of her hourglass curves and piercing blue gaze. Her full lips have a natural pout, and she never wears lipstick for fear of appearing too clown-like, although her adoring husband assures her she looks just as perfect with or without it. The body does not come without work, her rigorous training schedule requires a battle simulation at least three times a week, and she spars with Scott or another one of her peers almost nightly after classes. She and Logan avoid contact during these times because exhaustion and the increase in her endorphin levels tend to bring the Phoenix closer to the surface. They have shared a handful of passionate kisses after sparring matches and even though Jean has no desire to betray Scott she has sick feeling it won’t be long before the seductive Phoenix proves too much to resist for Logan’s primal urges. Name: Remy LeBeau Age: 34 Alias: Gambit Powers/abilities: Ability to manipulate potential and kinetic energies in objects, down to the molecular level. Can charge objects with kinetic energy to create explosives, but charging times differ with the size of the object. Hypnotic charm by those who do not know of the power. Static barrier that is unconsciously created by his abilities that blocks all psionic abilities, like those of Jean Grey, Professor X, or Emma Frost. Superhuman physical traits, like speed, agility, strength. Can control all aspects of kinetic energy down even to the molecular level, allowing him to manipulate the potency of his bio-kinetic energy to burn, cause molecular discomfort, incinerate, create timed detonations (and manipulate the potency of the energy release), fire energy blasts, defy gravity, heal wounds, charge objects within his line of sight without contact, and effectively exist as an energy being. Under such conditions, he holds sufficient power to cause another being to be unable to move—or unable to stop if in motion. He has been able to cause or simulate various energies by manipulating the kinetic energy present, such as infrared and microwaves, by increasing molecular agitation, or cold by reducing it. He was also able to use his powers to travel through time by transforming himself into living energy which joined with the kinetic flow. Finally, Gambit was able to heal himself by stimulating his cellular activity. Can also transform into the Horseman Death, if we ever go into that storyline. Remy LeBeau grew up in New Orleans, starting out stealing at an early age. He was kidnapped at birth and raised in the Thieve's Guild. Growing up around thieves and assassins gave Remy a very deep knowledge of stealing and fighting. He was inducted into an even more powerful guild at the age of ten. After having to do what he could to survive, his skill set and powers grew with age and practice. Remy started an intimate relationship with the granddaughter of the head Assassin in New Orleans, only to kill her brother in a fight. Since then, he has been banished from New Orleans. He has wondered the US since then, gambling successfully wherever he goes. He stands 6'4", and weighs in at about 180. Furthermore, he typically carries a Bo staff, which he uses in combat. Furthermore, he also dresses in light body armor and a duster. Furthermore, he is proud of his Louisiana heritage, and speaks in a Cajun accent. OK Char for my Wolverine. Still going by the name Logan though. Name:Wolverine Real name:James HowlettAliases:Weapon X, Patch, Logan, Knucklehead Plus others. Age: 100+yrs old Height:5'6"Weight:300lbs because of Adamantine skeleton Eyes:Blue Hair:Black Powers and abilities:Healing factor. Able to regenerate his cellular structure at an amazing rate. This allows him to recover from wounds that would kill normal people in minutes. Has survived a stake in the heart, multiple (50) gunshots at a time, severe (80%) burns to his body and other such injuries. Length of time to recover depends on severity of wound. At height of power he could regenerate a gunshot wound in a minute, a knife slash in seconds and severe injuries in weeks. This also provides him with a protection against poisons and drugs and diseases. Also, he has a strong immunity to a bodies natural fatigue mechanism giving him a greater endurance and sharper reflexes and agility. He is also immune to the ravages of time. While not technically Immortal he is over 100 years old but has the body and fitness of a young adult. Enhanced senses allow him to recognize people and things by scent and to track them by this. He can also hear and see much better than a normal human. Adamantium skeleton. His natural skeleton has been coated with Adamantine thus making it virtually unbreakable. His 3 natural bone claws housed in his forearms are now coated as well and can now cut through most substances on earth given time and the amount of force he can put behind his swing. Bio:Wolverine was born in the late 19th century and was a small sickly boy for a lot of his childhood. He has only recently regained memories of this time and still does not know if they are real or not as a lot of damage was done to him by Professor Cornelius at the weapon X project. His first real memories are of working with the Canadian superhero team Alpha Flight, Fighting the Hulk and meeting Jean Grey. He only agreed to stay with the X-Men to be near Jean. He has always loved her and has made no secret of the fact that he does. The fact that several of the other X women have taken a liking to him as well is all down to "The Animal in me Dark'n". For the sake of his friendship with her, he has backed away from her and Scott as they have grown closer, although he has warned the 'Boy Scout' if he ever hurts her he will jam all three claws up in his guts slowly and twist. Now the dark phoenix has been making moves on him and even though it is not really his Jean he also knows that some part of it is, and maybe it is the part of her that actually wants to be with him. It is getting harder and harder for him to resist her as he no longer really wants to. I think some powers should be forgotten or toned down. Because writing them sound like deus ex machinas. ...... Mastered said: I think some powers should be forgotten or toned down. Because writing them sound like deus ex machinas. Click to expand... Right now, we have a balance though, so no one member of the team is over-powered. I can ignore 99% of Jean and Professor X's powers, but Logan would destroy me. Logan can ignore most of Scott's powers, but Jean or Professor X could nullify him mentally. Kurt can escape pretty much anything. Scott has the tactical knowledge to get out of most confrontations. We are pretty well-balanced currently. We are also not making someone a deus ex machina. These are the actual powers as listed by Marvel. I agree with rainy. We've all stayed true to the characters personalities, powers, and backstroke but changed the timeline and situation. I think it will all work out fine.I'm logged in on my phone but when my kid goes down for his nap I will start working on the RP thread post. Feistyphoenix said: I agree with rainy. We've all stayed true to the characters personalities, powers, and backstroke but changed the timeline and situation. I think it will all work out fine. I'm logged in on my phone but when my kid goes down for his nap I will start working on the RP thread post. Click to expand... You might want to edit that post as well.... Apparently our characters have a backstroke as well. Raiguy said: You might want to edit that post as well.... Apparently our characters have a backstroke as well. Click to expand... Backstory*** feisty phoenix said: Backstory*** Click to expand... I know, but backstroke made me giggle. I was about to be like, "UMM MMM.... Gambit is all about the breast stroke!" *Rim shot* Brick! PS. Jean annihilates Logan with something other than her mind. Lol! Just imagine what a prehensile tail could do for the ladies hands would be almost obsolete Don't tease Dolphins, it's not nice The pot said to the kettle -crouches on the rafter, arms resting on knees-Well my favorite X-Man is taken, I am not in the mood for Colossus and the only Magneto I'd like to write is the one who can manipulate the polarity of atoms and through that destroy an opponent totally...-sighs-Should have reacted sooner-gets up and slips out through the window-Out of curiosity, who was your favorite? Can't interest you in writing Beast at all? Or even a Colonel Striker? Oh, the Wolverine of course. I do have a thing for playing the short-tempered, mean asked, Canadian killing machine who is haunted by his past.-shrugs-What c'n I say? Deadpool would be my second character to write, but he ain't no X-Man, and he is too laid back to be some "master criminal" I mean Wolverine paid him to take down Wolfe's son! My third choice would be Cable, but I doubt he fits into the time-line, then there's Colossus whom I mentioned and of course a pet project of mine: Long shot who is a member of X-Force if my mind is still functioning properly feisty phoenix said: Can't interest you in writing Beast at all? Or even a Colonel Striker? Click to expand... Nah, Striker! is a twit and good of Hank McCoy just isn't my style. I like em fierce and powerful...ok apart from Long shot and the gentler Colossus But Deadpool antagonizing everyone would be interesting. We need a villain. What kind of first mission do you have in mind? I "could" be persuaded to help you out with a villain... Our first mission is going to rescue Nightcrawler, but we haven't decided on any details past that. OK give me a few hours to sleep and I'll get back to you. Just one favor: Could you PM the basic idea about having to rescue Dolphins' character? I might have a good idea All we had decided was that the Professor would receive a distress from NC and a few of us would go get him. There was nothing else past that Where does Gambit play in this, as well? Is he an X-man yet, or is he doing his own than? The Professor could also use Cerebra to find NC, and determine he needed help. ANAND we're live.#post55408706Rai- I put Gambit's location as unknown. I think the idea of after our mission to rescue Nightcrawler the next event that happens is Gambit showing up and confronting Wolverine about something (what I don't know....you guys think of something?) and at that point if we don't have a Rogue I will write her as an NPC (or you can, if you want), you notice her and decide to stay because of your interest in her. We aren't doing the storyline, correct? Otherwise, Logan and I met when Jean and Scott were kiddos Oh you guys know each other already, but maybe he did something recently that pissed you off. We will figure it out I guess. yeah, I seem to do that a lot Yeah...that's Movie's MEDIA:I'm writing my first Jean post. She's ticked at Logan for trying to provoke her during a workout and get the Phoenix to play. It didn't work, but she's not happy with him anyway. Lol Oh great first post of Jean's and I am already in trouble.LOL I left the post open-ended too so it could be either Logan coming to apologize or make the situation worse, or Scott coming back from a meeting with the Professor or wherever he's been at. Womb would you like to banter with Scott before I scold you both? Lol What?!? I asked if he needed sugar. Uh huh... whoops guess I need to read that postEdit: Oh yeah he's not getting away with that one. Gambit just be playing poker down south ;P Oh that should set the cat among the pidgins LOL It happens. Oh. my. God. You totally just threw her under the bus. She's going to be pissed at you, again. Feistyphoenix said: oh. my. God. You totally just threw her under the bus. She's going to be pissed at you, again. Click to expand... That's kinda how Logan operates. He's a bit of an ass with the whole Jean/Scott thing Especially when he can get at Scott I know. This is going to be fun. Sorry feisty but if it will piss of Scott that's what he will do. Plus it sort of gets back at you too. oh, I know. It's perfectly fine. I actually lol'ed out loud at the flea powder comment. haha, Just! wait for Gambit....Because he will just stir a pot. Kurt would like to get the hell out here, Circus food sucks and playing the Actor bits getting old. Dolphins said: Kurt would like to get the hell out here, Circus food sucks and playing the Actor bits getting old. Click to expand... Actually we are rescuing you from a villain. I'll PM you about it tonight. Dark Knight just explained it all and went to bed, I'm ok with that scenario. Anyone care to share with the rest of the class? Nope. It's a plot twist!.lol How do you feel about Jean standing me up, or at least being really late? Maybe add even more strain to their relationship before the mission starts? Just a thought, wasn't sure what you were thinking. I already wrote that she was on her way back to the suite. So your grand romantic plan might work. Lol Yeah, but phones can ring, someone could call to you, the varmint could show up wanting to talk. Especially because I will only be on for a little bit longer. Lol We can just pause for now if you want. Whatever works for the group. I figured we could get everyone else in here, and get things going. Well I only wrote my morning, so I can always write another post if you want me to disturb your plans. Maybe I could stroll past shirtless after a day of working out and that can draw out old Dark. LOL Jeez. Incorrigible! Lol wombat9966 said: well I only wrote my morning, so I can always write another post if you want me to disturb your plans. Maybe I could stroll past shirtless after a day of working out and that can draw out old Dark. LOL Click to expand... That'd do it. She eventually gets home, and I am sleep, dinner is ruined in the oven, candles almost burnt out. She is going to wake me and then the bat signal goes off, and we all have to go. Hey I was just thinking of a way to ruin Scott's plans. And as no one else seems to be writing... Really easy way would have been for the Professor to contact us all mentally to start mission. Just got an idea. I'll pm you womb. I think Logan should bust into our bedroom like a conquistador and challenge Scott to a duel. Ok Looking forward to it gearhead73 said: I think Logan should bust into our bedroom like a conquistador and challenge Scott to a duel. Click to expand... Haha! What's funny is that his post that says "looking forward to it" comes right after mine, epic. That makes it even better! Lol K, gotta scoot, night everyone. Night gear oh and Jean might be yours but..... It's really hard not to god mod when your character is telepathic. Lol especially when she is that powerful Hi Sorry I have been sick. And now I really don't know when to get in the mix. I have read the thread I should know everything? Being the professor he usually does. I would think you would be calling us into action soon, preferably before Jean and Scott have a chance to talk. Would add another dimension to their struggle and give Scott more of an obstacle to overcome while fighting whatever it is. okay. It seems reasonable. We're going to play this scene out a little. Perhaps X's interrupting is what saves Jean from making a huge mistake. So I will let the scene between jean and wolverine continue and then I will write what the professor has been doing (sitting at cerebra and watching nightcrawler). Then stop you and get the team to go on a mission. Maybe he could send them different places, send Scott to the casino to meet Gambit, and Jean and Logan to rescue Nightcrawler. Bring everyone into the fold. I don't think he would send jean and Logan together since he would want to stop them. But splitting the team may be a good idea. Gambit comes looking for Wolverine on his own. And it would be way more awkward for Jean to be on a mission with both Logan and Scott. Lol I would assume that Jean would be the one person he couldn't read. He wouldn't know how close to crossing the line she is. No but he can sense the Phoenix's presence. Well the professor does not need to read to know what they are doing. He is very good at it even without powers. He is a better telepath then Jean also. But he chooses not to do that stuff. Yes the three would be weirder. I was thinking that Scott being distracted, would make a mistake, get captured, the Jean would need to as Logan for help to save him. Imagine the weirdness there, both torn on what they should do. Logan wouldn't let Scott get hurt because it would hurt Jean. And he only dislikes Scott because he is jealous, not out of disrespect. Yup and I think the story should show that even because he is jealous he respects Scott and knows he is the leader. He said himself that he dislikes Scott because he isn't right for Jean. He only stays away because she made a choice, but thrust together, that choice may be harder to stay try to as the Phoenix wants to come out. Just a thought I had bouncing around. *stay true to Sausage fingers, grrr If anyone would be weakened by the confrontation it would be Jean. The more she reaches into others minds (especially evil minds) the more it troubles her. That combined with her having to fight the Phoenix under control would make her vulnerable and that would make Logan a liability yo the team. He also knows that. And he respects the x-men and jean he would not put is personal gains before them. I'm going to have to pass before plans are made to rescue Kurt. Sorry I asked to join Feisty when I'm not physically able. That sucks man, I hate to hear that. I hope you get to feeling better soon. Dolphins said: I'm going to have to pass before plans are made to rescue Kurt. Sorry I asked to join Feisty when I'm not physically able. Click to expand... I understand honey.((((Wolf))) Now would be a great time to get interrupted!!! Lol Nah, just go with it. Scott wouldn't be any less pissed off if or when he found out now, lol. yeah, getting very hot and heavy in here Jean would completely withdraw from Scott if she felt she made the ultimate betrayal though. And I don't want to put her mind in such a dark place. At least not right now. Well then I will await Prof X cock block then LOL I get that, but look at it from Scott's point of view, how could he ever not wonder if today was the day that she finally gives in. Same thing with Logan, there is no way on earth Scott would ever trust him, he couldn't trust him with his SO, how could he trust him with his life and the lives of others. Scott may be a boy scout, but he is still a man. Because he knows even though it might be Jean's body it isn't her consciousness making these decisions. Maybe one of them should stop the other before X gets involved. Jean should struggle back into control. Phoenix has pushed Logan into beast mode. Jean is going to have to float and soak him. Alright. Womb, make one more post and I'll write Jean regaining control and disappearing for alone time before she goes back to Scott (explaining her hours long absence from his previous post)X will interrupt before Jean and Scott can have a heart-to-heart. Didn't see your post before I posted mine. As for the endgame (like the end of the thread), Jean will probably die. She does this two or three times in the comics.Yeah, she's going to feel guilty!! She genuinely loves Scott, but she will probably not tell him the nitty-gritty details. And Scott is trying really hard to be loyal to his marriage so he's not in any rush to leave her over this. What is his outside temptation that would call his loyalty into question? He's making up for his previous affair with Emma Frost. Jean has forgiven him and stayed to save the relationship so he has to do this for Jean. Especially since he knows she's basically a split personality. When Jean regains control she won't know exactly how far she and Logan went because it's a separate consciousness from her own. She will have a few shadowy impressions but that's all. And Logan will never admit what happened because he doesn't want Jean to cut him out completely or admit his weakness. Hmm, ok. It might mot make sense to you, but that is just Scott. In the comics it doesn't matter what he does Jean loves him and is loyal and the same goes vice versa. She tries to destroy the world, and he takes her back almost as soon as she is resurrected. Well, I can see that I am at a disadvantage, not knowing the story, but I am pretty flexible. If I have a general direction I can roll with it, I think. It's ok. You're doing fine not an expert either! Poor Gambit, off doing his own thing*sniffles* We're going to rescue you soon. Lol. Since Dolphins dropped out we need another mission. Umm.... Gambit doesn't need rescuing.... Well if we don't have missions the thread is going to pretty much die Hamm...we could do an NPC baddie? Deaths Knight is going to write a villain to capture Gambit (instead of Nightcrawler). Hamm. It'd have to be Apocalypse...Otherwise, Mr. Sinister is the only other one who Gambit works with as a Horseman. He doesn't "have" to be anything. We're not following the comics. Everyone could work with everyone here. We are only limited by our imaginations. Scott could become a raging alcoholic, leave the compound and spend the rest of his days searching for the meaning of life scribbled on butterfly wings if we wanted. Nobody wants that though right? Haha...and let Wolverine have his lovely Jean, doubtful. Scott is too proud! Maybe this Scott is a sniveling little bitch...wait, I'm Scott. Ok Wolverine is the bitch, and I am too proud, and my pride is what eventually ends the relationship.(Just kidding about the bitch part wombat) let's just let it unfold. Shall we.I'm trying to take your advice? Wait...what?? Sigh ok didn't know that. Hey Remy LeBeau, you will be included in my first IC post to this thread. Fiery... Phoenix...uhm FP...no Hamm hey Fiji when would you like my first post up? I could wait for the next day or just put it up into IC now. If I'm not mistaken, Gambit is still gamblin' You can post it now if you'd like Thank you for being flexible. As long as you don't god mod me, I'm okay with that. I just had to switch up the mission that's all. But damned if it's not going to go completely sideways. Ok Logan just posted his thoughts on the situation. Sooner or later the two of them should just have it out. No powers, no blades, just many y swine, in the parking lot. Logan will heal from it in no time, but at least Scott could some of it out of his system. RAI yeah have a PM outlining my post, I'll wait for the green light and write it up. Basic ideas from my side:My post will leave witness(es)Hobnob will phone Xavier on a private line and taunt him Wolverine will know the smell of The Hand's ninjas Gambit will be hamstrung, but not hidden, so perhaps after a short inspection of the kidnapping site Charlie can do the Cerebra thing? The main objective of all this is to capture Wolverine, perhaps even try and get Jean Grey as her power is so much stronger than anticipated. I will not write much of the fight scene, I leave that up to you (just imagine a swarm of forty dark purple clad ninjas popping up out of nowhere)Please refrain from capturing Hobnob, cornering him is fine, I want to write his escape please. Like I said just ideas, you don't like it, we can talk about it, like Fiji said: I'm flexible... gearhead73 said: Sooner or later the two of them should just have it out. No powers, no blades, just many y swine, in the parking lot. Logan will heal from it in no time, but at least Scott could some of it out of his system. Click to expand... You might get your wish sooner than you think. Lol * puts up his fists and settles into a fighting position, bouncing alternately on the balls of his feet before slowly shadow-boxing as he makes a wide arc*"Oh yeah? Come at me bro." he taunts with a greasy smile and lift of his eyebrow. Well per instructions I'm just going to leave this here... >x> Rouge "Don't ever say you understand me..." Real Name: Anna Marie Age: ?? Height: 5'8" Weight: 120 lbs Powers: the ability to absorb the memories, abilities, personality, and outward physical characteristics of other beings through skin-to-skin contact. Such transfers lasted for 60 times longer than the contact time, with extended contact resulting in the possibility of permanent absorption. No upper limit had been determined for the number of beings she could simultaneously contain. She possesses an amalgamated mutant human/alien Free physiology that grants her a degree of immunity to poisons, and a virtually indestructible body as well as above normal reflexes and psychic "seventh sense" that enables her to subconsciously anticipate an opponent’s moves. Personality: Rogue is not the traditional southern belle that most people would expect her to be. Raised by criminals and misunderstood by both humans and mutants alike she is not very trusting. She can come of as morbid or sarcastic at times but is also known to be a bit of a tease. Occasionally she displays bouts of temper or depression and will withdraw into herself for a while. Bio: Raised by her Aunt Carrie after tragedy befell her parents, young Anna Marie ran away from home and was taken in by Mystique and Destiny, whom Rogue came to regard as her surrogate parents. Rogue's mutant power first manifested in her early teens when she kissed Cody Robbins. Her mind filled with his memories, and he fell into a permanent coma. Eventually realizing she could never safely live among normal people, Rogue began participating in her foster mother's criminal endeavors and came to join Mystique's terrorist Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. On her first mission, the inexperienced Rogue clashed with Ms. Marvel (Carol Dancers) and permanently absorbed the hero's memories and powers, including the ability to fire concussive blasts, super-strength, and flight. Plagued by the memories she consumed and the knowledge of how dangerous her powers truly were Rogue disappeared for a few years. When she returned it was to seek the help of Professor Xavier in hopes of learning to control her powers.​ Welcome to the thread. I look forward to having you almost kill me, She's not here to kill you. She's already a probationary X Men and a student. I am going to suggest that since I am already weakened from fighting off the Phoenix that we take a fourth team member. And so I have someone to defuse the tension with the men. Plus Gambit needs to see her and get all googly eyed over her so he joins us back at the mansion. There's no diffusing this tension!*puts on his John Deere cap and puts a chew of tobacco in his jaw*"He wronged me, an fin it takes me til doomsday, he's gonna pay fer it!" who are you?weird hillbilly Barney Fife?! Hillbilly proud for sure. No Fife though, more like Daryl from WD, but a tad redneck. Hahaha there is no way "redneck" is a word. So let me get this straight. Scott who although is a decent hand-to-hand fighter, Wants to take on a guy who can go toe to toe with the best Assassins in the world and rip them to shreds. Plus he knows every form of fighting there is, armed or unarmed and has mastered them. Okay call the paramedics Scotty is going into a coma. Dead man Walking. Well, when you put it like that it doesn't sound like such a great idea. Geese! Remember this is a guy that goes toe to toe with the Hulk and the Thing. You think Scott's punches are even going to hurt him. Plus you hit him in the head he lowers it you hit solid adamantine. Then I guess he will have to settle for talking shit about him behind his back. Lol LMAO good idea So, when are we thinking about the Prof sending up the bat signal? Jean just got hers, and although Scott could really use the relief, imagine how well he might fight frustrated. Whenever Anna gets online. I don't mind if it gets cut short although I'm sure Jean will be disappointed Well, I, for one, wouldn't mind writing another ten pages of our session, but it is a group RP, so I suppose we should get this party started. Besides, if it doesn't happen soon Holy might be on bike a gone Well hopefully he gets online tonight and posts and hopefully nothing is wrong IRL that's keeping him away well other way is I could run into Rouge thus delaying me. Ha, those two had something as well, but more mentor student thing. That would bring her into the story as well before we headed out on mission. Well, I agree, but honestly Scott is happy right where he is. He may sleep like that. Rogue is already at the school as an advanced student and probationary X-Men team member. Jean knows she is slightly weakened from her battle with the Phoenix so she is going to suggest taking her with us since Storm is away. POST ASSIGNMENTS- I don't know where everyone is but here is what I need you guys to do so this thread can get rolling. Thank you in advance!!!DK- you need to post what your villains are doing with/to Gambit. Neko- needs to post Rogue's activities that she did all day Friday and where she is currently, studying? Sleeping? Sneaking off with some booze? Whoring herself out? Kidding...kidding. But post her actions so Jean knows where to find her later. (Jean will probably reach out to her telepathically first)Xavier/Anna- SUMMON us for a mission!!! Scott and Jean being interrupted is what I had planned all along. Text their phones simultaneously (Logan's too) and optionally, send Jean a telepathic message if you'd like.Gambit-just respond to DK when he posts what he's doing to capture you. Wolvie- Go drinking or something while you decide if you're going to Canada or not, then come back when X summons us. You should post no later than Sunday night. Yeah, I am giving you 72 hours to get online and post. We're leaving for the mission NO later than Monday, or I'm going to start god modding and writing NPC's. Night everyone, time for some sleep. No problems Feisty I will post it right now for you Thank you dear! NP my fiery red head :3 I will get right on that... Give me a few wonderfully creative minutes and I will string something together... oh and welcome to the thread Neo. If you want to flirt with Logan as per comics go ahead, or have Mentor type relationship that's fine too. Or just go after the Cajun and use me to make him crazy. LOL Well sorry RAI, you heard the lady, so post incoming Deaths Knight said: Well sorry RAI, you heard the lady, so post incoming Click to expand... It's fine. I can post in 15 minutes. I've had exams these past two days, and this is the most free time I've fully had to write a post. If you want though, go for it. I know everyone has been busy, and some people don't sign in as often as others that is why I let you all have until Sunday. But hopefully it won't take as long. I'll give you 60 minutes RAI Starts stopwatch on his phone while mindlessly munching on popcorn.' This shit is about to get real!' I think to myself. BZZZZZT!!! Time's up...yawn he was the very first post of the entire thread. Just quote him in yours if you need to. *peaks in, noticing "Deaths Knight" is still picking on the Cajun....no matter WHO is playing the character....* TSK, TSK! You should keep that good ol' animosity forebrain MY thread! Rosewood tired And Each, you better keep your Cajun on a leash, the bone-breaking, ass-stomping, stogie-smoking', claw-popping, butt-whupping Canadian brawling-machine is still rearin' to give the man a good piece of his mind Give me a little' over a week (after the PR vacation) and you got it. Fur ball. But you better be prepared!*pokes "feisty phoenix" and tries not to**DERAIL**her thread anymore!* *hands on hips*Boys, don't make me separate you. Oh, no separation' needed Fiji, unless that is you in the Profile Pic, if it is...separate us please! I want to touch your headfirst IC post UPI I overstepped somewhere, let me know. If Hobnob isn't evil enough...let me know. Other than that...it's up Yes, my profile pic is me. Haha. And you can thank Each for not allowing me to play Jean in his thread. Your poor James will be alone. And it was perfectly evil, a little campy, but I LOVE IT! *BITES "feisty phoenix"* I didn't say no to Jean. Only she is "elsewhere", making things more difficult to get her involved with some of the main characters..... If you really want to play the *SAME* character in both threads---! Perhaps you may.... Like the guy wrote on the placards in the movie: Love Actually... So I want to say without hope or agenda... And now I'll add me own words: You have lovely headright! That soppy moment aside, I have thought about settling into this thread, but my time, signal, workload would not allow me to. SO if I have done my once-off thing, and you do need a villain in the future, feel free to PM me. I will tell you again about your lovely hair and that I would like to play Magneto *turns to "Deaths Knight"*Thanks man, I actually just got a hair cut yesterday!AHAHHAHAHHAHHA!*grin* -dumps Nair: Hair removal on Layout' head-Oh heck...uhm...let me wash that off for you!-dumps bucket of water over Lachyous-There you go...no that isn't bald spots, just uhm white dye Factious said: *BITES "feisty phoenix"* I didn't say no to Jean. Only she is "elsewhere", making things more difficult to get her involved with some of the main characters..... If you really want to play the *SAME* character in both threads---! Perhaps you may.... Click to expand... stop biting. I will flick you in the mouth like I do with my toddler when he bites. Don't tempt me. Deaths Knight said: Like the guy wrote on the placards in the movie: Love Actually... So I want to say without hope or agenda... And now I'll add me own words: You have lovely hair RIGHT! That soppy moment aside, I have thought about settling into this thread, but my time, signal, workload would not allow me to. SO if I have done my once-off thing, and you do need a villain in the future, feel free to PM me. I will tell you again about your lovely hair and that I would like to play Magneto Click to expand... I love that movie!!!! I will keep that in mind as our story progresses. Thank you so much! It is one of the best Rom Come I have ever seen, just a pity the lady I watched it with had other ideas about romance...and it didn't include meBWHAHAHAHA!! Anyroad, I'm off, sleep well my peeps. Over and out Hugh Grant's dancing made that movie. Just...AH. So adorable. Lol Gambit can't control his healing right now, which is why it isn't controlled by the gloves. Once he learns, it can be controlled by those types of negating gloves. Just clarifying. Night all, not sure if I will be on tomorrow. If not enjoy your Saturday I think that there will be another post for Hobnob soon Well sorry death but as I am The claw popper in this thread I can tell ya he is getting bored chugging beers. Might have to start a brawl with the bikers in the bar to relieve my boredom and blow off some steam. Soon, we going to get the call today? Dunno...seems like we are always waiting on one person :/ Hmm, well Scott's pretty happy where he is, so no rush. Lol I know haven't posted because I had planned to wait so that I could end my post with Scott's cell ringing. I figured as much. Scott is probably going to get pissed and throw it against the wall anyway. Lol. I was going to ask you if you could make him a bit less perfect Ha! I have been straining to keep him appearing as Mr. Perfect. Haha! Well it's time for him to not be perfect. I expect him and Wolverine to be complete asshats to each other on the mission and really tick Jean off lol Oh I am all over that! That would have happened regardless. Oh, I know! Loki foresee lots of eye rolling for Jean. Yeah, that will probably be one of the things Jean dislikes about Scott. He is a smart mouthed asshole when he is pissed at someone. No problem here either W olive owes Jean a huge apology but I don't think Scott is going to let him have a private word with her. I can see that being a lot of fun. Not that I am like that in RL or anything. The team being fractured is part of the reason the mission is not going to go as planned. Well if Scott gets too out of hand Logan will just carve his initials into his chest LOL Logan brings out the blades, Scott will take of the goggles and wink at him...twice. He may heal instantly, but an optic blast to the nuts still has to sting a bit. And Jean will put them in opposite corners and make them stay until they promise to behave He started it! Not another word. Only problem. The blades deflect the force. That has always been Scott's problem. He knows Logan can Literally kill him at any time if he wanted to, and he couldn't do much about it. Logan also knows it and uses it to tease him. Of course jean can stop him, and he torments him with that too. See hide behind your wives skirts LOL Actually I hide underneath them, and taunt me all you want, you wish you could too. I win. LMAO. ahh, but you get the cool calm and collected Jean. I get the fiery exciting and experimental phoenix. Who's laughing now Edit; And the Wolverines' stamina is legendary Actually, you get the fiery exciting experimental Phoenix...for minutes. I get the beautiful, talented, caring, naked every morning and night all night Jean. Oh, and I have had and get her forever. So while Logan's stamina may be legendary, it will always remain that...a legend. I will see your legendary, and raise you having human stamina...repeatedly. Save all this for the thread boys. Loki am entertained. LOL but you will be dead in the ground and both Logan and Phoenix will still be around Lol, no worries. I have plenty left for the thread. That's the only way Logan could ever get her. I would have to be dead, but then he wouldn't mind being her second choice I suppose. Same here this is just a warm-up Feisty but the Prof better get act together or it's a bar fight or Canada for Newell Scott only ever went for Jean Logan had Storm, Moriko, Ronin,Viper, Psylocke, Mystique etc. and Jean Gee how will Holy get over it I love how you fight over me. Lol K, I have to scoot for a bit. See you both in a while. See you later Hmm Scotty is gone I have you all to myself Darla' Uh oh... MMMM what to do with my fiery red head *hides*Hahaha! It's no use I can sniff you out/starts tracking you down#sniff sniff Aha found your trail got you now Are you saying that I stink? You smell beautiful. Logan always knows where Jean is LOL Mummy.....backpedal hey Holy knows everyone by their person scent, except Scott. Keeps getting him mixed up with boy scout troops LOL Hahaha! Since no one else has posted yet... And there seems to be a bit of time before I get involved in any real character interactions I'm going to make a few quick edits and additions to my first IC post... Just thought I'd let you guys know... ^-^ I finally got my computer fixed, so I can type as much as I want without worrying about all the crap I get when I use my mobile... no problems Neo and glad to hear about your comp. I have a feeling we may have to NPC the Prof at least for this first time Yes womb, I am going to god mod him a bit to get the mission rolling. He and Jean will probably just communicate telepathically about it.*sigh*So much to write this morning. ahh, but you can do it feisty After all you are a god lol ~pffftttbbbttt That's goddess to you...minion! Kitty's got claws! Cairo! Lol Minion... I call Dave Ha ha Bazooka go Bonhomme Posted the call from Xavier. All right I will read and get a post up Edit:Ok post up Just wanted to let you all know, after today my time here will be limited for a week and a half. I should still be able to post once a day in the evening but probably will not be online much during the day like I normally am. Hope everything is ok. My mom is coming up for a visit, then I'm driving back (6 hours away) with her Friday to stay for the weekend, so my dad can see me and the little man. Then we're driving back Tuesday, and she's staying until next Friday I think. Cool, sounds like a good time, enjoy it. Puhleeeeese let Logan overhear that, lol. Still need someone to write for Storm? Or has that already been filled? Nope still need someone, but you will need to talk to Feisty Cheers! I'll send her a PM now. I want to make a post but I'm still packing for my trip. Pause for me until I can get one up. Hopefully tonight but if not then definitely tomorrow afternoon. I'm taking the first shift driving. Be careful in your travels' hon. No problems Feisty. Did you see we might have a Storm Yes I did! I PM'ed her this morning. Yay! Thought you might like that. Now the girl guy ratio matches -raises eyebrow-If Dorm does Storm I want in, but no blue formal for me. Now where is that Rainy, I need to Pm him Deaths Knight said: -raises eyebrow-If Dorm does Storm I want in, but no blue formal for me. Now where is that Rainy, I need to Pm him Click to expand... If you have something in mind just pm me It's about the food. You know about that already boss lady I like it when you call me boss. Lol. I promise I will post tonight, drive took a lot longer yesterday than anticipated. And last night when I pushed the power button on my laptop....I got nothing. WTF Turns out the outlet was just a dead one. Phew! Do you have ultimate control over what goes into the thread, Feisty? Big stuff, yes. But you guys think it and I just approve or deny it. I think I have approved everything so far. Was I cool to jump in as Storm based on the profile I sent (if I sent it, I sometimes can't remember)? And if I do, what would be an opportune entry point? Post your bio here. And I have an entry point for her. I will PM you Name: Promo MunroeAge: 23 Alias: Storm Powers/Abilities: Control of weather, lightning, heat waves etc., hand-to-hand combat, lock-picking, thievery Storm has been working alongside Scott Summers ever since returning to America after meeting Professor X in Cairo all those years ago. Whilst her youth was spent thieving on the streets and living among the sands of Africa, her future lies in America teaching the new generations of mutants. Although she has matured over the years, it is hard not to find comfort with her friendly and caring personality. Whilst she is friendly, she has the maternal protective instincts of a lioness and will fight without fear to protect who she loves. This includes all the students who she teaches, the staff and even unknown mutants if they show her they have a good heart. Storm's main powers are weather control, and while this mainly is used to cloud vision or clear up the sky, she often uses lightning, storms, tornado's, blizzards and other offensive attacks. She has even been known to burst eardrums and suffocate people by freezing the air in their lungs. She can breathe underwater. She can see in almost complete darkness. Her eyes glow white when using her powers. Storm stands 5'7" and weighs 140lbs. She keeps her white hair long and often braided, as a token to her ancestry. Her eyes when not using her powers are a crystal blue, otherwise they are white. She is of African-American blood, and speaks several languages. Russian and Swahili among them. Name: Frank Murdock Alias: Gemini Height: 5'8"Weight: Varies Eyes: varying degrees of Blue Hair: Red Physical description: Frank is in good shape, lean muscled, he wears his red hair tied back into a ponytail, there's a scar running from under his left eye to his mouth corner Power/s: Fire and Ice manipulation, flight Bio: At birth Frank was slightly different from normal babies, he seemed to be calm one second and the next he would scream with such anger and fury that nothing but heat could pacify him. As he grew up, it became apparent that this June baby really was the definition of Gemini-the twins, only that the twins resided in one body. He was bullied as a child, his mother refused to step in and GIS father told him to be a man. Frank became a man, but as he stood up for himself the bullies turned nasty, a plank across the face tore a gash, almost blinding him. It was then that his powers ignited, his left arm caught flame, burning his clothing to absolute nothingness as his right arm froze up. The bullies ran...and so did he. He didn't dare stay and the only way to make a living was to turn to crime, he was fifteen when he heard a call, a picture of a mansion and a voice who calmly told him to go there. He did and that is how he came to the Xavier Institute. Thank you guys for carrying on while I've been otherwise occupied. I'll have my next post up tomorrow! I promise I hope things are starting to level out for you hon. Ok, so what's plan here coach? I know the obvious thing would be for Scott to want Jean to stay with him, but I was wondering if maybe he would suggest that he takes off on his own. You three would have everything that you would need for the rescue, and Scott could draw attention away from the compound to him. He's pretty pissed right now, and wouldn't be thinking clearly, so I am thinking that he just wants a little space. Thoughts? Up to you. But Jean will argue with him if he tries to go off on his own Lol, Jean always argues with me. She's your wife and she's a redhead. Duuuurrr I see your point. Still, that doesn't mean she gets to win every argument. Does it? Nope. Doesn't mean she won't try though Whew, wasn't looking forward to a fight on a third front. Lol She will defer to the team leader's direction So does anyone have a general idea about how this scene should play out? Obviously I have kind of been just shooting from the hip, but I was wondering if there was a general outline of what should happen, so Scott doesn't stray too far from what would make it possible for whatever outcome is supposed to play out. Does the Professor admonish him for letting his emotions override his sensibility? Does his plan work? Apparently there aren't any guards, so the distraction is kind of pointless. What does the Goblin hope to accomplish? Capture or kill the team? I was just wondering. I will write whatever, I was just hoping for a direction to go. Goblin and the ninjas are trying to draw Logan and Jean into a trap. It won't work on Logan, but Jean in her weakened state will be captured. Scott will be furious with Logan but need his help (and Gambit) to get her back. Beyond that Knight hasn't shared with me what he wants with Jean but I'm guessing he wants to try and harness the Phoenix Force, which won't work out very well for anyone, except maybe Logan. What about Storm and Hank? Will they be coming back to help? I think in Storm's last post they were heading back to the mansion. Charles will send them after Jean is captured. Ok, I think I have it. Logan has a history with The Hand. Hobgoblin is working with them to capture Logan so that they can kill him and bind him to their demon master. With Jean defending Logan, Hobnob realizes that she will be a better prize and the ninjas capture her while the rest of the team corners Hobnob. He uses his maniacal laugh ability to escape... I can swear I wrote this somewhere Deaths Knight said: Logan has a history with The Hand. Hobgoblin is working with them to capture Logan so that they can kill him and bind him to their demon master. With Jean defending Logan, Hobnob realizes that she will be a better prize and the ninjas capture her while the rest of the team corners Hobnob. He uses his maniacal laugh ability to escape... I can swear I wrote this somewhere Click to expand... I think it was in a PM to me. Ah, yes...must be that... Well now most people know what this is all about then? If I remember right the op was to remain a bit of a mystery until Scott and Jean finished getting their freak on, but I don't think it ever got aired out after that. Do you need a villain? Not to speak out of turn, but I think after Hobgoblin is done a villain will be needed. Gearhead, the whole kidnapping of Jean was supposed to be a big surprise. But the cat is now out of the bag. Battle will commence when the group gets inside the building where Hobnob is and Wolfe smells the undead ninjas Banzai and all that So was there even any definite purpose for me even being on this mission other than the fact that Gambit was involved...? Lol either way it's whatever, I'll go with it... Ok problem What is this laugh ability? Hob never had an ability like that. I can see Logan and Rogue easily getting rid of the Hand ninjas (They did it the first time she joined in the comics as well). Scott is going to look a goose if he breaks in and there is no one there. But how is Jean caught off guard? With the Phoenix force so close to surface minute she looks in trouble, boom ash city for hand bitches. Besides, she has her TK shield. Jean is going to refuse to let the Phoenix Force take over again, she doesn't want to lose control but fighting it will make her weak and vulnerable The Manic Laugh is listed as a power of Hobnob, from what I understand it is like a powerful frequency attack, almost like Banshee and Syria's attacks. Or I think it is called maniacal laugh...will go check later oh so you're using Ulrich Bobby. OK Yes so far I could discern he is the one who worked with the hand Hard_Rom said: Do you need a villain? Click to expand... Yes please! After this mission is over we will need someone else to play a villain. I updated the IC with our current locations, and wrote a very short post (at least for me, it is...) bear with me while I get back into the swing of things. Thank you guys! Roger that FP, glad to see you back. Someone who is way more comic savvy than me give me (or the group in general) a rundown of ninjas capabilities. I was thinking Jean wouldn't be able to sense them being that they are undead, but she should still be able to manipulate them (like she did when she suspended Logan in the air in the danger room) but being as how she can't sense them, and it's dark....is that her biggest downfall in this situation? I think Jean should make it past the ninjas to free Gambit, maybe a short interaction with Hobnob (wherein he realizes her limitless power) and during fighting their way back out as a group she is captured. Or Jean defends Logan to allow Rogue to slip past the ninjas and get Gambit, they have a little interaction. Gambit knows he owes her his life and is attracted to her.blah blah blah lol And then Logan shows up in the basement alone saying that Jean has been captured. Y'all vote on which scenario works for our situation. Jean is going to get knocked out so she can't call Scott as backup. Or she calls him, but he doesn't make it in time. Ok undead ninjas treat like all undead. Once jean can see them she can toss them around like nine pins, but she will not sense them. No brain waves at all. They are given an order and carry it out. They still have all the skills they did in life as hand ninjas but need to be decapitated to die or seriously chopped up or incapacitated (broken bones etc.) to slow them down. Wolverine/Logan is going to be in his element. He can let his berserker side out and just hack and slash to his hearts content. Rogue can hit hard or grab a sword and cut loose. Then be sent off after Gambit. I would suggest with Logan being distracted by the ninjas and Rogue rescuing Gambit, Hobnob would come after Jean who would be having trouble with the ninjas and containing Phoenix who would be striving to get out to help defend them. She would not sense him until too late, and he could knock her out with his glider or a blow and fly her off. So even though these ninjas are undead, they still fight the same way correct? They have increased speed and strength from what I read, but are still close quarters combat and thrown object type fighters? Just want to know what Scott would be up against as he tries to make his way to where you are. Yeah, they still fight the ninja way. Scott's going to be in serious trouble. Best bet would be retreat and work his way back around. Shadows are these guys friends, and he would be surrounded in seconds. If you have seen latest wolverine movie you have seen the hand ninjas. Now they were human. Undead are half again as fast and twice as strong. From what Deaths has been saying there are a lot. Ahh, maybe 50 to 100 I would guess so about 30 your end. If 100. I would say at least 20 you will be dealing with. Ok cool. I just wanted to figure out how to write her since in this fight scenario she is at a disadvantage. And I think Rogue should get Gambit too. OK, I agree with wombat. Scott gets engaged with like eight or so and decides that he wouldn't do anyone any good dead, so he chooses to evade. By the time he gets there he is too late. gearhead73 said: OK, I agree with wombat. Scott gets engaged with like eight or so and decides that he wouldn't do anyone any good dead, so he chooses to evade. By the time he gets there he is too late. Click to expand... Agreed. Thanks guys. Scott's best bet would be a full power blast to bring down a few columns in front of him and escape back out the door effectively sealing off that side of the complex. Maybe he could be the one to see Hobgoblin fly off with Jean.Oh, and should we wait for Neo Or do you want Wolverine to trip the trap and start carving up some Hand Ninjas. By the way how graphic do we get in fight scenes? That would set him off...big time. I see him becoming frantic. Mo blood mo better if you ask me, but I defer to the rest of the group. Too graphic and lengthy will drag it out, but some blood is fine.*cracks knuckles*I'm about to start writing. Okay so a bit of hack and slash. Got it. You set the scene Feisty and Logan will start ripping bodies Don't worry about me... I'm keeping a very close eye on both of these threads... Even though I rarely post in this one... >:3 haha. You should though Neo, we don't bite! Yeah, just jump right in, input is always welcome. Meh, missed out on the plan there. Jean will show her abilities soon right? Toss a few of the group aside? Let Hobby see that she is the far more interesting prospect atm? I'd say 100 ninjas, just enough to keep a group busy and still overpower Movie, bar any outside interference Yes. She will let a little of the Phoenix through. If need be I can wait, or I can unleash Holy on Jean. Practically this time toss a real pain-in-the-ear grenade at Wolverine, hit Rogue with a small incendiary grenade and order the ninjas to attack Jean. The grenade is supposed to stun Movie a bit, perhaps blow Rogue out of the room and as The Hand ninjas disappear with Jean, in comes cyclops and with a few well-placed blasts forces Hobby to retreat and buy the other two enough time to regroup... Just my two cents I ordered Rogue to go get Gambit. So I'm assuming she's going to write that she split off from the two of us. Oh...thought she'd be busy fighting off some ninjas before getting to that. SURE! Then just disabling of Wolverine and ninja attack on Jean...he! I can see tensions between Movie and Scott due to that as well She might write it that way. You'll have to ask her Think I'll just wait for her post and write from there Eh... I got this... Had to go out for a run, but I'm back, and shall set to writing... I have to formulate my master rescue plan lol... haha, sweet. Feel free to kill some ninjas while you're at it! Will do... :3 I'm off to bed, it's midnight here-stifles yawn-The hobgoblin shall return McKay, so I figured I would rather have Scott get his ass kicked than just run with his tail between his legs. Since there were only a few of the Hand on his end, he could limp his way back to the others. I may have done a small amount of god modding there. The scene is set though for the ninjas to spirit Jean away and the group to corner Hobby Now that Gambit is free though, he can basically stop everything if we want that, since he does have power over pretty much all the kinetic energy in the world....just saying... Ahh, Gear you know Scott's blasts are concussive in nature and not lasers right? Aw man, y'all be killin' my ninjas! On the lighter side of life, can we time Hob's escape when Scott makes it outside, so that he can see Hobby escaping with Jean?Also, what will happen if Jean gets knocked out? Will the Phoenix take over? In that case I have an idea to negate that power. Also, atm Rogue does seem a better catch than Wolfe and jean but yeah I know Phoenix seems weak due to her constant battle with Jean and if Phoenix takes full control nothing will really stand up against her...well maybe Wolfe, but I doubt he will survive if Jean doesn't interview...Yeah, OK! rambling aside, can we fix something up like that? Scott can even take a shot at the glider if he feels like it Haha those are just her basic stolen powers though... I don't think she's going too big yet... After all she only has one person stolen powers so far... And we really should get this whole exit strategy together... Cause right now it's just a lot of loss of undead ninja life(?) to fill some space... OK so here is my plan, incorporating what I saw on the previous page and this one, linking a bit of the IC and the original plan. Scott has dispatched most of his foes, a few more shows up, forcing him to retreat. Jean is nabbed by the ninjas, and they seem to "vanish" with her. Wolverine is carving his way towards Hobby, Rogue will practically dispatch her foes and converge on Hobby, Gambit will most likely have an onion to peel with hobby as well. As they surround him, he unleashes his laugh, stunning them, maybe give Wolfe a bit of a headache, the glider shows up, Hobby blasts a hole in the roof and flies out, the ninjas toss Jean to him as he pass their position on the roof... Sounds fine to me. You can god mod Jean since at this point she is pretty much passed out. @ wombat, all I know is what I saw in the movies, and they made them look pretty laser, especially cutting through the side of the nuclear silo, so that's what I went with. I could change it though if need be. Yeah, movies always pissed me off like a lot of fans. It was funny seeing him hit people with it and knocking them backwards like it's supposed too (kinetic) then see it cut through walls instead of blasting through. Big mistake. But keep it in no big deal. Hand ninjas actually do flash up and burst into ashes when they die, and a huge ruby flash and landslide is what would have been seen anyway, with a full eye-opening optic blast. Somebody post lol I was thinking Scott had to, but I will post for you red lol I didn't mean anyone specific, but Jean's knocked out so I can't really move the story along like I normally would. Well we need Scott back so we can pursue in jet (following his mental link with Jean if that is working) or to head back to school to get the Prof to use Cerebra or radio in for him to use it, or Jean wakes up and tells us where she is. I don't even know where Hob is taking Jean. I pm'ed Knight about it but haven't heard back yet. If we have to pause for a day or so it's no problem. Yeah, Oh and I will behave with Scott. This is Jeans life we are talking about wombat9966 said: yeah, Oh and I will behave with Scott. This is Jeans life we are talking about Click to expand... Oh, I know. Lol And you and Scott will probably give Gambit one hell of a guilt trip. Sorry for the delay in my posting, will have a post up by this afternoon if everything goes well. Actually, I think there may be a short period of Scott blaming others, but then the gravity of the choices he made will set in. I am thinking that he will feel that once again he had failed Jean, and it was all as a result of choices that he made. He was the "leader", in the end what happened on this op was his responsibility. It's your turn airhead! Yeah, that's who I have been waiting for Sorry all, have been recovering from a rather nasty respiratory infection. I am on the mend and should be back in writing form by tomorrow. Feel free to god-mod Scott to move things along. Get better soon!! Write when you feel like it, no rush. This is a bit off the beaten track, but not too long ago Womb mentioned films and how they piss off fans. Now I am sure everybody who has ever written with me knows that I am a huge Wolverine fan. The movie "The Wolverine" was taken partly from a comic so kudus to them there, BUT at the time the movie takes places after X-Men The last stand, Wolverine was a trained samurai and fluent in Japanese. They just tossed the most important aspect of Movie's and Merino's first meeting away and created the dumb, bestial "American" in the Orient. BAH!! And don't get me started on Superman and Batman, how many Origin stories can you watch and still not know where they come from and how they became who they are? I mean SHEESH!! And recently I was so excited to have gotten 7 seasons of Millville...boy what a crock. Sure it has this whole storyline and goes a long way to lay down the beginnings of Super' moral compass. But WHY WHY WHY all the romantic CRAP! Young Kent bounces between loves so fast that I'm surprised Tom Welling isn't in a neck brace from all the whiplash. I mean if you can trust Pete Ross (of all people) with your huge alien secret, just confess in Lana already f'r Pete's sake. If this goes on for the rest of season three and up to season 7, I must say that there will be a lot of skipped scenes in those episodes...OK enough ranting, have fun all, will be back later *giggle* Oh boy is Death going to be disappointed. I see a lot of skipping in his future. LOL But I agree with the Wolverine Movie. Could they have got it more wrong between them? Don't get me started on X-men First class and what they did to Deadpool ahhhhhh. Don't tell me they screwed up 'Pool!! That is just unacceptable! If you can get Thor 90% right you can do the same with Deadpool C'mon you have to have seen first wolverine movie? Origins Ryan Reynolds was Wade Wilson aka Deadpool. Aka big screwup. Luckily they are going to be making a proper Deadpool movie where he even talks to the audience LOL Oh weapon XI, yeah that was kinda stupid, but to his defense he wasn't ready, and I think that is what made it silly. Oh, and of course the whole Cyclops and Shimmer man powers, sure 'Pool can teleport, but only with a teleported. Silly people who make movies and have too much budget to make the movie with. Sorry about the lack of activity lately... I fractured my wrist and a few bones in my hand, so I type really slow... Oh, no!! Well don't feel rushed. I just post reminders to bump the thread. Neko. I'm guessing six weeks for that. Silly Demon Kitty. Get Better soon. Stop trying to get at those Angelic mice in the walls. Ouch neo, that hurts... I remember when I did the hand thing once...but that was self-inflicted so it was just stupidity on my part. But I do hope your pain gets lessened and that you will be able to write again with us soon. Two Thanks guys... And it wasn't the mice...this time... Had a spot of bad luck with an ornery horse at work... Flailing hoof caught me right in the hand... Any way... I'll try to post today if I can... Has Mystique been taken? Maidenhair said: Has Mystique been taken? Click to expand... She hasn't! Would you like to write her? I'd love too! Awesome. Just PM me a bio of her and I'll approve it or make suggestions and once it's done you can post it here. Thought I'd check in on you guys... Everybody okay and what not...? Everything fine her Neo. How's your Kitty bitty paw. Is it feeling better yet Seriously I hope everything is great with you, and you get better soon Doing ok. Just haven't had the motivation to write lately. Bad demon kitty bad, but I am recovering from it being worse, so I can't complain. On a storyline related remark: When the team does make it to the Blackbird, how about a surprise attack by a few ninjas? Delaying them a few minutes, so by the time they VTOL their butts out of there, it would be a few tense minutes before they get Bogey man on their singer? Just got back in the country after a bit of a vacation, will try to get something together soon as soon a get reorganized. Heeled... >:3 My paw is recovering and in the meantime I am devising better mouse catching plans... But on a serious note I'm going out of town until the 5th so you all may or may not here from me much... So should I post a half conscious Jean post?DK, would you rather post that you're taking her to an undisclosed locale? I could have him land and so on, she could regain a bit of senses and send out a distress signal if that'll help to move right along. Ok if gear doesn't post soon I am going to fly the damn plane he will probably post tomorrow. Ok hope so... I need to save my RED lol I am going to be tied up until at least tomorrow afternoon. You can God-mod for me or just offer to fly us there and let me tend to my wounds or something like that if you guys want. Okay just to get us there I will fly the plane. Say Scott is a little too dizzy, and he would be better taking the time to rest and heal up. Okay. I have a question, but it might give away a plot point, so I don't want to post it here. Can I PM one of you guys who are more knowledgeable about the comics than I am??? Pleeeeaaasee Sure feisty, we'll be glad to help right Womb? RAI? (PS: PM them) Sure Pm me any time. PM sent. Thanks for the post DK! Pizza plazure Ok I will give someone else a chance to react, or I will post tomorrow. By the way Wolverine will not fall for it so expect some fire works. Well if it worked Red will become dead and the Phoenix unleashed, I doubt that you would want it to work Womb well actually the phoenix wants wolves body and red wants Scott so maybe I should follow the glider LOL. Just kidding Feisty. Better hurry before she turns Canada into a crater. Sorry I've been missing for so long all... Bad luck seems to be following me right now... Got in a wreck and broke my leg and some ribs... Oh, no! I am so sorry to hear that Neo, I hope you are recovering quickly and not in too much pain. My whole life hurts... XD But I'll be fine... Broken bones mend eventually, and my pain meds are VERYYYYY effective... Well I'm glad they gave you the good stuff -hugs Neo-Sorry. I am a teddy bear. Hugging is kinda what I do. If you don't like, feel free to tear my stuffing out. I need new ones anyway. OK as to my post, Hobnob has some psychic blocks, but Phoenix is too strong for them, that is basically why he has some resistance. The bomb will practically take out the whole hanger, I know Jean/Phoenix can protect herself or even contain/prevent the explosion. Also, I would like some of the hypnotized humans to escape, Hobby may insane, but I think he keeps his word...to an extent.Oh, gambit can also use that kinetic thing he does to contain the blast. No like my idea...then Hobby just imagined the Super pumpkin bomb, and he's standing there staring at his empty hand. Hm...guess I'll have to edit then. Phoenix went a little overboard with the killing and the dicing/slicing/exploding...lol Jean is going to be out cold until she's back at the mansion and on fluids and such. So just keep posting until we get to that point. Thanks! Just curious, now that the mission is done, will I still be allowed to write Frank Murdock aka Gemini? Yes! I'm sorry I forgot about it. Lots going on. Neo breaks her hand and I manage to almost cut off a finger. Lots of blood equals fun times. I will get a post up for Frank after dinner and a bit of Playboy the Mansion About my post for Frank, if Womb feels placed on the spot, that was not my intention. I can have some hologram narrations from survivors of the Holocaust and even have an account from a young Eric Lesser, telling how he survived it and what had happened to him while in the camps Oh, and he's already been there a year so he's now sixteen and have learned how to control his powers to do miniscule to massive area impacts. He doesn't have the flight thing down yet, I would want that to develop during the story. Just don't go and toss him from a plane! Could be interesting! Wolverine would so push someone out of a plane as "training". Hahaha I must agree that I can see that as well, but if Wolverine does do the mother eagle thing with Gemini he will have to bring a broom and scoop along. He will most likely freeze up (yup pun intended) and end up in littlehomus superiapieces. Still would be fun. Oe and who will do the martial arts training? I would like to write a short piece on that too Martial arts is definitely a Wolverine thing. OK what's up with the IC thread? Don't tell me I killed it No...waiting on someone to post! Jean's still unconscious Its alive Okay finally something I can reply too. The thread lives and maybe Red can wake up again LOL. Oh, and welcome back Neo Never know womb! And the answer is no, as no one has done a follow-up post dammit!! I'm still unconscious! Well I hooked you up to med bay Feisty so maybe it can heal you enough to bring you back if all else fails Don't worry. I'm about to give airhead a dose of feisty redhead. LOL get him feisty how about we introduce my second character just to get going again? Or are we kinda stuck without Cyclops/Airhead?

OOC Casting Call X Men RP|rating:3.0

San Francisco_ Legacy [Episode One, Flowers in the Past]

Timestamp: 17:54, April 26th, 2013 Location: Greyson Estate. Oakland, CA more week of Simone more week of sorrow One more week in this old dump and I'll be home tomorrow It's one week before the end of term, and that week starts tomorrow. You're a varied bunch, and would normally be doing all kinds of different things on a day like this: hanging with friends downtown, heading into the city, slouching at home in-front of the T.V. watching Dirk Courage: Man of Action or even cramming for the one final test Mr. Gothenburg is sure to spring on you tomorrow. (Finals are over, but some teachers don't stop pushing.) Some of these things, you might still be able to do, but fate has thrown a complication into the mix. It's a more busy time for adults too, it seems. As well as making ready for your holidays, they all still have work matters to attend to. Mr and Mrs Margrave have been called away urgently to a research site somewhere in Texas, whilst the Nakamura had both been called up to a PTA meeting. Michael Terrence has a board meeting tonight, whilst unfortunately his wife Christine had already scheduled a charity writing workshop with some poor kids in the inner city area. In short, everyone is busy tonight. And being concerned, conscientious, middle class parents, they needed someone to mind all of you, even if you feel too old for it now. Rowella Greyson also has work to do, but has volunteered to play host to 'the gang' for the evening. Edgar, her son, was already spending the day with her and having some other young people with him just meant there'd be more for supper as far as she was concerned. Perhaps Ed might even be a bit more at ease that way, amidst a group of people he knew somewhat. For now, though, she's upstairs in her office, setting up details for a board meeting tomorrow, having earlier entrusted Edgar to greet the guests and show them into the living room. Your arrivals are varied. Nat's parents have already departed, leaving her showing up alone and on foot. (thankfully, the Margrave house is not too far away) Mrs. Terrence dropped Linda at the door with a kiss on the cheek, and a wave to Edgar, but her husband couldn't make it to pick up Sebastian (a brief text message his only apology). SEB and Maori ended up making the final part of the journey on the same bus, stepping off just a short walk down the street fromCasaGreysonYou can hear birds chirping in the garden, and a faint sound coming from one of the upper windows: Adelaide's room. Edgar's sister is usually more active, dogging his footsteps, but Rowena explained earlier that she had homework to do, and Ms Greyson didn't want her daughter to get distracted from that. Still, the house is impressive to the point of palatial, the only adult is on the top floor, and the walls are well soundproofed. You have the place to yourselves for the evening, the only hindrance being one another. Spoiler Hide Free-form time, guys and girls. Everyone chime in with your arrival, and talk amongst yourselves for a little bit. You all know each other somewhat, but how well is up to you. Pitch, it's your house, (well, one of them, kinda) so feel free to narrate what the interior looks like. Rowell planed for you guys to have fun, and probably gave you some spending money, though what you spent it on is up to you. I'll be watching, and waiting. I might advance time once it seems we're done with free-form, but feel free to initiate any kinda action you want. The Greyson's won't come down just yet, but they probably will later, and both can be talked with if you want. Edgar sits alone in his room, absentmindedly flipping through the pages of the novel in his hands, only half-reading the contrived nonsense spewing from the pages." A poor investment..."he thinks as he flicks the book across the room and onto a pile of similarly discarded literature. Suppressing a sigh, he lazily reaches across his nightstand and lifts another book from a considerable stack by his nightstand and begins leafing through this one as well. Idly, he wonders how the others were settling in downstairs. He had greeted them as requested but as soon as they were all accounted for he'd said his farewells and retreated upstairs to the confines of his thrice-locked bedroom. He didn't particularly hate any of them, but with Adelaide confined to her room for the time being he was determined to make the most of it. It was rare not seeing his younger half-sister nipping at his heels, but he welcomed the reprieve, however brief. Besides, they came by often enough to know the layout of the building. Returning from his thoughts, Edgar grumbles as he finds another fault in his chosen literature and hurls it across the room in his familiar fashion. But rather than reach for another book to occupy his time with, he stands and works the knots out of his neck with visible discomfort." Enough of that,"he mutters to himself. He had left the others alone long enough, he imagined. They were probably rubbing their greasy hands all over his things. A courteous host attended to his guests to avoid such occurrence sand what was he, if not a courteous host." A bad one, most like..." Ambling down the stairs in his weary, but dignified stride he turns his gaze over to the where he knows the others are located. Edgar is still wearing his Bright haven uniform, looking every bit the refined gentleman he really isn't. Though his outfit is somewhat bedraggled from his bedroom reading, the loosened tie combined with his untucked shirt give him the appearance of a professional recently returned from a long day at work. The school's blazer, is as always, miraculously wrinkle-free. "Hey, prep school..." Nat called when Edgar walked into the room from where she sprawled, upside down, in an armchair. Her head lolled over the edge of the chair as she looked up at Edgar, twirling a strand of her fire red hair. She popped an earbud out - whatever she was listening to was loud." I'm starving, what do you bore-was-zee eat around here, fish eggs and goose liver?" She mispronounced bourgeoisie sarcastically, of course, but with good humor - everything about her was sarcastic, including her ripped, shabby chic-afield school uniform outfit. It was a mockery of Edgar's own school style, with the mockery blasted to 11 - the smiley-face patched argyle skirt cut too short, the stockings replaced with fishnets, the button-up shirt replaced with a neon pink indie rock band T-shirt with a clip-on Bowie and her blazer's collar popped. She looked absolutely ridiculous, and she wore it proudly like armor." But seriously, can we order a pizza or something? I didn't have breakfast. Hey, Wonder Twins"- she said, throwing a languid arm at the Terrence -"pizza good with you? How about you, Chen Li?"this last bit tossed at Maori. If she was trying not to be abrasive, she was failing, badly. Edgar descends with a disapproving frown visibly etched into his expression but otherwise keeps his thoughts to himself, propping his left hand against the fine oak railings to support his descent. At ground level he spares a glance at Natalie briefly imagining an audibly impaired Margrave but then thinks better of it, realizing that she would probably be evenlouderif she became deaf from her obnoxiously bad music. Instead, he brings a finger up against his pursed lips and calmly says,"Quiet your voice and turn down your music. Mother and Adelaide are working at the moment. The house is quite large, but they are not as well accustomed to your noise as I am. Though, I imagine it takes quite the tone to pierce that skull of yours." Turning away without watching or even listening to her response, he moves into the kitchen and Natalie can hear him echoing from inside the refrigerator." I do not like 'ordering' pizza." It wasn't so much the taste, but living with his father for so long taught him a thing or two about avoiding the excesses of life. Books notwithstanding of course. After retrieving a few choice ingredients, the cold storage unit slams shut with a dull magnetic thunk." So rejoice. I will personally be preparing lunch." Nat simply rolled her eyes." Hail to thee, m'lord, thy peasant minions rejoice at thy generosity..."she called after Edgar loudly." Can you personally prepare us pizza then? You can put all the fish eggs and goose liver on it, you want. M'lord. Hail. Thee. Thy." Slouched on a couch with the hood of his black hoodie pulled up and his fingers busily tapping away at the screen of his touchscreen phone, Sebastian Terrence is escaping the apparent monotony of the evening the usual way: though the wonders of the internet. Wearing his gold-tinted shades even inside and during evening, SEB certainly looks as eccentric as people describe him to be, with black pants and fingerless gloves completing his odd outlook. Being apparently already in world of his own as he uses the phone to keep in touch with his social circles around the internet, it takes words actually addressed to him and his sister to shake the young man out of his favorite pastime... And causes him to look like someone just woke him up." Wha- oh, pizza. Yes, I suppose that would be good"he says in somewhat absent-minded tone, reluctantly placing his phone back to his pocket for a moment to keep up with the conversation. Although he is almost certified genius, SEB still enjoys the vice of fast food sometimes." And I have told you before that we are not twins, she is two years my junior"he remarks to Nat in somewhat irritated manner. Looking at Edgar as he tells that he will be making the evening's meal himself, Sebastian facepalms and barely resists groaning." I am not quite sure if I should trust my gastrointestinal system to your cooking skills, Eddie. I could just order for all of us this time around: it might save some embarrassing trips to bathroom, and I have that much left to waste for the week." Edgar quietly clicks his tongue and scoffs at derisively at their blatant disregard. Typical privileged brats. If nothing else, he was grateful that Harvey never bothered spoiling him. Though, it wasn't as if the man had the means of spoiling him in the first place. As he prepares the ingredients for a stir-fry Edgar coolly responds to their mocking without skipping a beat,"Just because the two of have been spoiled by the excesses of your parents does not mean that I have to submit myself to the same fate. Some of us like being human beings over leeches, I hear." You could call it a temper, but he had some pride in his cooking ability in spite of himself. It was after all, one of the few skills he still actively applied to his day-to-day life. Dabbing the sweat off his brow with a hand towel he snaps back,"However, you are free to do as you please. Whether you go hungry or order an entire pizza for yourself is beyond my interest." Despite sharing the bus ride with Sebastian, Maori had said little-to-nothing on the ride to her place. She had thought more about the PTA meeting her parents were sent to, and if she had done anything wrong recently that would have caused any trouble. She put her worries aside for them moment when she had gotten off and arrived at the estate, adjusting her leather jacket, the inside pockets and what they were carrying made it a little uncomfortable on occasion. Today she wore another one of her black shirts with a strange yellow symbol on it, by now the others would probably know enough to NOT ask about them unless they wanted to start her up about heroes. For a while thought she stood with her back against a wall, occasionally looking around, but almost afraid to touch anything, like the whole house was made of glass and she might ruin something. She looked up at the stairs as Edgar came down, she didn't respond to Natalie's question, this kind of comments you learned to ignore, she remembered when people kept calling her brother Jackie Chan because he was Asian and knew martial arts.Instead, she quietly walked into the kitchen a few minutes after Edgar had gotten started on the meal"I... would be grateful for the meal, thank you." She started, bowing her head. She rather enjoyed pizza, but when your host (Or child of the host) offered to cook food for you, it'd be rude to decline. Still, the girl couldn't help but think about whether Edgar was still a 'leech', as he was using his parents' food to cook, wouldn't he need to hunt his own food and cook it over a flame to really be self-sufficient? While she imagined a grizzled Edgar with a ridiculous beard and wearing bear-skins as he chased down a deer with a big stick, she continued to stand there with arms folded across her chest, head tilted up and to the left slightly while staring at nothing. Today's symbol;Spoiler Hide If Nat rolled her eyes any more they'd fall out of her head." And some of us like TALKING like human beings! 'Beyond your interest'?,"Nat said, imitating Edgar's voice." 'Spoiled by the excesses of our parents'? What book did you crib that from?" She was rapidly getting bored with this needling, though, and rapidly getting hungrier. So she popped up onto her feet and followed Maori into the kitchen, where she immediately jumped up to sit, legs dangling, on the island counter-top." So, anyway... what are you makin'? Also,"Nat said, looking at Maori's t-shirt, her attention going everywhere at once."What's up with that?" Edgar lets the insult roll off him, already used to such needling from the other children at his school." I apologize if you find fault in my manner of speech but might I remind you that I do not make anything of your style of dress. I am not so petty as to stoop to your level, but I have held my tongue for as long as I have known you, so perhaps you would see to extending the same courtesy while we are under my mother's roof, hm?" To her second question he answers very simply,"Chicken stir-fry,"and rolls his eyes while putting up a mental block. Maori could be quite excessive when it came to answering these kinds of questions, as he regrettably found. Maori decided not to get involved with the altercation between the two teens, opting to keep quiet, at least until Natalie asked about her shirt"Oh... this?" She opened her jacket a bit, looking down at the symbol with a smile." This is UGA."" Kamen Rider UGA was the first of the Haha Era Riders, marking the rebirth of Karen Rider in 2000 after over ten years after Black RX. It has to be one of my favorites, and it surprised me how well-down it was, the police are actually useful and work at ways of stopping the monsters. The Wrong were also great, each of the stronger types of Wrong all have an MO to their killings, more complicated as it goes on." She started with a big grin." It deconstructs a lot of hokey super-hero clichés and tropes, and shows how hard it is when a Hero is reactionary. On average about a hundred people die before the hero can track the monster down." Nat blinked. It had been a while since she'd hung out with Maori. After a pause, Nat said,"Sounds... cool. I guess. Sorry, I don't follow Pokémon..." Spoiler Hide Whenever any of my friends geeks out on something I don't understand, this is my standard response. They do the same to me. "Yes, it's not how you say it, it's what you say." Linda is standing in the kitchen door with her arm crossed. She's wearing jeans, a black top with some slightly abstract floral print on the left side and her hairs are kept back with a white hairband. It's a decent if simple look, but it'd probably look better on a taller and older girl. And Linda is kinda of small even for her age. So far she hasn't talked much except for introductions at the start and a few words to Sebastian because she was actually out of the rooms, looking around the house and taking a few snapshots with her phone. She'll probably be back to it soon enough." Are you always that 'charming' or did something entered your 'rectal orifice' and 'shed its mortal coil' in there just for this evening ?" You can almost hear the air quotes in her voice. She's generally a tad more subtle or playfully with her sarcasm (or at least she means too) and that's actually rather uncharacteristically confrontational of her, but she's obviously looking a tad miffed here. She didn't really have fixed plans for the evening, maybe talk with friends, maybe taking some sights, but whichever would have been better than being stuck here and insulted." Sounding like a thesaurus doesn't make you any less rude. Hope you're a better cook than host, or you should generally consider that pizza." Actually it doesn't smell half as bad in the kitchen, but she's trying to make a point. She shrugs before entering the room and looking curiously around as if she was expecting a fancy mansion to have some extraordinary kitchen"Just sayin'. Why don't you like ordering food anyway ?" Linda finds that a tad curious, in her experience, most people try to shirk cooking duty when given the excuse. Spoiler Hide Sorry for the lateness, had a bit of a first post block here. I apologize if my English is not the best. "What crawled up you butt and died" meant in the 'why are being you such a jerk ?' sense of the expression not the 'you smell'. Since Lop kind of have a point about my character and her being pretty close, I might be fiddling a bit with Linda's personality in the first few posts "I apologize if you have become offended by my words. However, my vocabulary and speech have never been shields to my conduct and similarly, I have never alluded to such illusions. It was very much my intent to indict you with what I have come to recognize as displeasing attributes." "And my issue with ordering food is the cost. There is simply no reason to order a meal when there is clearly enough time to prepare a more substantial meal, for almost half the cost. No reason, except perhaps the careless affluence that you all seem to take for granted." Spoiler Hide I need to crash now. Tried to get a dialogue response up at least. Sighing somewhat to himself, Sebastian raises his hands in calming gesture." Maybe we should all calm down somewhat? We will have to suffer each other's company for the evening, so let's not try to get all wrapped up in how much we despise one another. And to be honest, I think you can cook"he says to Edgar with a nod." I suppose I have grown bit more used to ordering stuff like that when there has not been as much chance for family dinners..."he muses before sighing and shaking his head." Anyhow, how have you all been doing as of late? It's always good to catch up when we can." "Hey I'm not 'despising' anyone." If anything she's fascinated. She may have met Edgar once OT twice before, but it's away an education. It's like someone took a nerd but with books instead of her and with evenlesssocial manners. During the evening, Edgar is occasionally going to be bugged with a few questions about bis interest or friends.* With may end up on something along the lines of"... You ever heard of Asperger syndrome ? You may want to check it out"She read about it on the net. Possibly in one of those 'I wonder what flavor of crazy SEB is ?' search or out of her general if rather unguided interest in all things of the mind. Oh, she's not trying to insult by the way, just curious, and helpful." No particular reasons"But he's not the only one, Nat definitively get some questions too, including her... interesting fashion choices.Otherwise, Linda will spend most of her evening playing social butterfly (or possibly a social bog fly might feel a better metaphor, depending on how sociable you feel), but since the general ambiance doesn't seem too great, she'll probably end up looking around the house some more. Or possibly suggesting a movie. But they'll probably end up arguing about the movie to watch. Spoiler Hide * To which, am I wrong to assume most of the answers will be as curt as they will be laconically annoyed ? Nat grinned at Linda's Asperger's remark. She pointed a finger at Linda - every one of her fingernails was painted a different solid matte color." You,"she said, cocking her head playfully to the side." I like you." An affection that was as short-lived as Linda was short, once Linda begins (inevitably) asking Nat about her clothes. Edgar simply shrugs,"Or perhaps I dislike disrespectful people who insult me in my own home, while I prepare lunch for them. Perhaps I respond the way I do because I dislike them. Is it wise to repay insult in kind? Probably not, but it helps me sleep better at night knowing that some people are simply beyond my goodwill. But I suppose we will never truly know." Yeah, the kids weren't exactly the most unified or cohesive lot. That's kinda natural though, isn't it? I mean, what would you expect of a bunch of teenagers? All piss and hormones. Still, they were together when it happened. For better or worse. . It's perhaps half an hour later, six thirty. The sun was slowly beginning to set as Edgar brought the food through into the dining room, cooked with meticulous precision. Adelaide was down by now, beaming at her brother and following close behind him as he walked into the dining room, bearing plates and cutlery for him. She always tried to help when it was Edgar, though at first she'd been a little put out that no one'd told her he was coming today The six of you are soon seated, each in-front of a full plate of steaming hot food: meticulously prepared by your strange-talking host. Adelaide darts back to the kitchen, but soon returns with a couple of bottles of soda." Mom bought a couple the last time I had friends round." Explanation given, the young girl tucks in merrily, happy both to be with others in general, and her brother in particular. Spoiler Hide Edgar (1d20+2)[21] Adelaide (1d20+5)[17] Nat (1d20+7)[11] Sebastian (1d20)[4] Linda (1d20+4)[15] Maori (1d20+5)[8] Results will be PMD. The rest of you, just relax. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tonight is.... well, we'll get to that shortly "Thanks." Linda smiles. While serving herself a glass. Edgar may be a jerk, but Adelaide is cool. That's a tad hard to believe." Uh ?" Linda stops her fork over her plate for half a second"Did anyone heard like a thumping ?" She Scruggs. Maybe she's just heard things ? Nope again. Louder. Maybe there's some construction work Linda stands up and looks outside a window in the general direction of the disturbance before asking Edgar"does that happen often ?" Adelaide frowned, shaking her head." I've had my window open all evening. I didn't hear anything before that." She glanced down to her plate and across to Edgar, before following Linda to the window, the thirteen-year-old's curiosity overcoming her guilt. It's gotten dark slightly early tonight: it's night outside now, and the streetlight are lit. You can't even hear any cars close by. At first glance, sleepy suburban Oakland seem almost serene in the evening shadows, all the houses lit up, everyone getting ready for dinner. Spoiler Hide Linda: (1d20+4)[17] Adelaide: (1d20+5)[20] Wish I rolled that well when a player It took several seconds to spot it, but Adelaide pointed in the direction just as Linda's eyes were turning the same way. One of the lights in a distant house seemed strange, different to the others, flickering a little. Squinting, Linda could make out that it was multiple lights: seemingly all the ones in that far off house. Adelaide looked across to her new friend with a confused expression." What is that?" Sebastian only Spoiler Hide It's been quiet all night. Hell, you'd only heard the occasional vague comment from it for weeks. But as Linda walked across the room, that voice is in your ear, clear as day. The only reason you know The Other isn't standing beside you is that you know what its voice sounds like. Deep, but quiet: an old 'friend' whispering intently in your ear. "You might want to leave. There's a late bus going from the local station in five minutes. Why not get Linda, and take her home? It's not like Mom and Dad would care" Sitting for a moment, Sebastian looks somewhat nervous for one reason or another, pouring himself a glass of soda and nodding in thanks to Adelaide... Right before pulling out his phone again and beginning to tap at it in furious pace, mumbling to himself. For GM only:Spoiler Hide "And why would I want to do that, exactly? You might not have noticed, but it is not like we have anything better to do this evening. And she is enjoying herself here" Sebastian answers mentally, even as he bronzes through the internet for the local bus schedules. It is not like a voice in his head can know something about the real world he himself has not yet found out...right? Sebastian Only Spoiler Hide Sebastian used to picture The Other with a perpetual smirk, glorifying in every time it got him to react. "It's your choice. But you don't know these people, not really. You don't even like them. And you don't know what just happened, at least consciously." Something was different. The unspoken taunting, the mockery by implication, That was in the words still, but there was something different. The smug, superior tone was a mask now, just like SEB's father used to do when his son dared to call him on something. The voice was silent for a few seconds, as though it were thinking the matter through before continuing. "Perhaps you picked up on something without realizing it. Or perhaps I'm just more observant than you are. Same difference really, isn't it?" For GM only:Spoiler Hide "I do not know how you can get any information about the world save through my eyes and ears, but... I suppose you do not feel like elaborating?" Sebastian thinks back, somewhat nervous now. Looking at his sister for a moment, the teen genius places his phone back to his pocket, clearing his throat slightly." Don't you think we should be going, sis? Last bus will be leaving in five, and I sure would not want to walk back"he says, knowing that their father nor their mother will likely show up to pick them up anytime soon. And although the school is child's play for him, same is not true for his sister. Nat, scarfing down on chow and with one earbud planted firmly in place, blasting away, was mostly oblivious to what was going on until she saw people getting up and looking outside, and Sebastian wanting to hit the bus." What's up? Going so soon? But we were having such a loverly time!" She gave a thumbs up to Edgar - the olive branch was extended." Great food, bee tee dubs. Yummy. Even though this chicken would probably be even better on a pizza."...and the olive branch yanked back. "Nah, it's cool, SEB"Linda is too busy concentrating on the far away lights of mystery notice any crazy mumbling." Mom will pick us at eight, dad didn't ...? "Linda stops, think of it for a split second then sighs. Why is she even phrasing this as an interrogation ?" Dad complete forgot to tell you." Besides you sure about the last bus ? It seems kind of early ?" At half past six, likely. (then again it's quite early for dinner and here they are)"No idea." Linda answers Adelaide and tries to look harder"It's a bit far. You have any binoculars ?" She pauses and gives a little cough"I mean maybe it's a fire or something bad like that." Yes Linda, total concern, not undue curiosity." Edgar pats Adel on the head as she waddles through the kitchen, helping him with his chores. She could be annoying beyond belief at times, but he knew she was never doing it on purpose which was more than he could really say about his oh-so gracious guests. At the table, Edgar is content to ignore the others entirely, speaking only to his sister if he does so at all. When she runs off to follow Linda, he gives her a silent warning look before nodding his head, and leaving the others to enter his own room. There was a pair of binoculars somewhere in storage. When he finally plucks the pair from their drawer space he comes across Linda with his sister. Sneaking up on the pair, he deliberately pulls Adelaide down and takes her place, pressing the binoculars to his eyes." Down, Adel. I am responsible for you while I am at home, and you are only going to get into trouble if I let you around Linda for too long." Adelaide squirms a little as Edgar pushes her down, laughing at her brother's words." Linda, help!" EdgarSpoiler Hide It takes you a little while to find the thing the other two were looking at, but you do so fairly quickly. Lights flickering in a far off house, a little fainter than electricity, and as you look closely, a faint gray outline of smoke rising upwards. It looks like Linda's guess was right. A house fire. Sebastian Only Spoiler Hide The voice is silent. If you didn't know better, you could've sworn it'd never been there at all. Maori had removed off her jacket as she enjoyed the meal Edgar had provided for them, it was a rather delicious dinner, and she partook of some soda as well. The girl was oblivious to anything till she noticed some of the teens standing as well. "What is going on, what's everyone talking about? A fire?" She asked as she stood, looking at Edgar and Linda, seemingly worried. Humming darkly, Edgar sets down the binoculars and wordlessly returns to his room to throw on his jacket and scarf. When the door clicks shut he looks to his sister and tells her,"I think there may have been a fire down the street. While I am gone call the fire department and give them the address. I am going to investigate and see if they require our assistance." Housefires, as uncommon as they tended to be been somewhat common in the poor neighborhoods he called home. Usually it was a case of poor electrical wiring or bad gas lines. Typical for hastily constructed complexes in the bad part of town but here they were about as far from the slums as you could possiblygetin Oakland. This made a house fire something of a curiosity, if you could appreciate the cruel humor. Bracing himself for the chilly night air as he stands in before his front door he first turns and gives Adelaide a firm look,"Stay inside where it is safe. If mother makes inquiries of my whereabouts you may tell her that I have gone down the street. If she asks, that is." Shaking his head, Sebastian stands up and goes to grab his longboat, looking at Edgar levelly." I am coming with you. I would say I need to be there as well if someone needs help, and besides... this evening was somewhat on the dull side anyhow"he says before turning to look at his sister." And in this, I am with Edgar: you stay inside as well, Linda. I pull stunts all the time, so mother will only have a mild panic attack for this, but she would never forgive me if I let you wander close to a burning building. So stay put, I will be back as soon as we have checked out the situation." Adel frowned, a little worried now at both the slightly serious nature of what'd happened and her now departing brother." What address should I tell the firemen? It was too far off, I couldn't make out the street from there." Humming to herself, trying to compare her vision to a mental map of the area, Adelaide spends a few seconds in thought before looking to Edgar once again"What was it... Radcliffe Drive?" At confirmation from her brother, the young girl ran deeper into the house, making a beeline for the nearest phone. Spoiler Hide Just clarifying here, the fire was actually few streets away. The Greyson house is on a bit of a hill, so you had elevation on it, but with a lot of lit windows in the area, that made it a bit confusing. Still, as far as Edgar could tell, Adelaide either got it right, or close enough that the firemen could find it from there Lop, was Nat paying attention to that? Or has she given up on everyone, and gone back to stuffing her face? (Promise, promise, promise, last time I'll check Just, she was looking up in her last post, and wondering what'd gotten to the others) "What ?! Ad. wait..." Linda is left hanging mid-gesture as she was going to hand her cellphone before Adelaide run around. She rolls her eyes internal. The way Edgar treats Adelaide, and she goes along with it, away following him and meekly seek his approval at every occasion, you'd think she was still a little kid. It's actually kind of sad to watch and Linda feels she should make a stand but, no, it's to Ad to stand up for herself. But if Sebastian thinks he's going to boss her around the same way. Nuhuh, no dice." Oh common, SEB. We're thirteen. Not six"Linda tries to argue; reasonably and calmly for now but putting a clear accentuation on the ages as a reminder SEB is only two years older." It's not like I'm going to go run into the building on fire." Nat finally pulled the earbud out when she saw Edgar return with the binoculars, and listened quietly with a furrowed brow at the talk of a house fire. Which they all wanted to go check out." This is so totally stupid. But of course I'm coming too..." She didn't say she welcomed the excitement - which she did - because there reallycouldbe people in danger, and it would seem like some totally twisted schadenfreude, but Nat had never seen a house fire. And being coupled up in the château Du Edgar had been making her antsy. And all of that ran clear out of her head as soon as Edgar confirmed it was Radcliffe Drive. Nat leapt out of her chair, which went crashing behind her to the floor." My house is on Radcliffe! Holy crap, we have to go now!" Maori muttered a curse under her breath when the others continued talking about the possible fire, standing up from her chair and taking her jacket." I should have come on my bike." She said to herself as she pulled on her jacket. If someone was in trouble, she had to go investigate. "I don't have a cellphone, so someone else needs to call." She said, Glancing at Nat when she heard her home was there as she left the kitchen, making a beeline for the door and opening it. Radcliffe Drive... she'd have to run. Timestamp: 18:47, April 26th, 2013 Location: 2971 Radcliffe Drive. Oakland, Cache five teens sprinted through shadowy suburbia towards the distant smoke. It was strange: sundown seemed to have come a little early, but it was unmistakably nighttime now: dark as coffee and chill as iced tea. The streetlights gave you a line of illumination which made for a possible path, but one or two streets had motion triggered lighting systems, leading to the rather disconcerting experience of running into a darkened street only to have lights flash on as you run by That did not help your night vision. At all. The last road was the worst. They'd had a power cut today, something to do with the local construction works, and all the lights from both the street and the houses were completely off. All you had was the background illumination from the rest of the area and a few florescent cones in the middle of the road as you tried to get through that final patch of pitch blackness as quickly as you could, the cold bay wind seemingly trying to blow you back the way you came. Finally, however, the five of you reach the end of the road, to turn onto the far better lit Radcliffe Drive. A nice area, if not quite as prestigious as the Hills, where the Greyson estate rested. It takes a few seconds for Edgar and Linda to identify the house they'd observed before, but soon enough the duo indicate the building, and you all move towards it, drawing close enough to smell the acrid smoke coming from the far window on the upper floor. Congratulations. You're all just in time for the explosion. A ground-shakingkraka-boom rocked out from the upper level, alongside a burst of bright flame flaring up against the darkened sky. The inferno was lapping at the roofing, at the walls and everything else, fanning out upon the wind, which only seemed to be growing stronger. The whole house was burning like dead-wood as the fire continued to expand, sizzling and crackling merrily in the night air as the whole edifice is consumed, bit by bit. It your imagination, or did you hear a scream from in there? NatSpoiler Hide You were a bit unsure at first, but now you're here, you can breathe at least a little sigh of relief. It's not your house on fire after all: yours is just over there, all the lights off, safe as anything. No, it's your neighbors' house that is burning down. The family's called the Wherein, they supposedly moved in when you were about four, and your parents know each other: you've been round to parties at one another houses once or twice. Mrs Wherein is a patrolwoman on the SFPD, Mr Wherein's a teacher at a stuck up private school called Bright haven. Given that both of their jobs are fairly authoritarian, the couple are pretty relaxed 'off duty'; Nat can't recall them ever seriously getting mad at her, even in circumstances that'd have made her own parents cry blood. The Wherein have one daughter, Dawn, who they spoil appallingly. You know Dawn a bit better than her parents, but not in a good way: she's a red-head, assistant leader of Cheer Squad, and a member of half a dozen sports teams outside of that. She's obnoxious, full of herself and pretty insufferable all in all. She probably doesn't deserve to burn to death though. The explosion came from the parents' bedroom: Dawn's is next to it. Sebastian Spoiler Hide The ringing of the explosion fading slowly from your ears, you hear the whisper of the Other again. It sounded irritated, annoyed at you, but still managed to seem slightly smug all the same. "You know, trains could work. Oakland used to be the major transport hub for San Francisco proper. You'd have to walk to the station, wait for the train, get another bus after that, but you could still do it. You could still go home. Or are you really going to do this? And drag your sister along?" Spoiler Hide I'll let a few people post their reaction before Linda points at the ladder or does anything relevant because I feel it'd make sense for the character to be dazed for a couple of seconds at the spectacle. (huge fires are one hell of thing to behold up close. And even worst to be caught in, of course) "Was that." Linda starts to ask in direction of Nat as they are running in direction of the place but can't bring herself to finish 'your house ?' as he realize she used 'was'. At least her parent wee away for the evening but that still must not be much of a consolation for loosing your home. Linda stay locked in front of the roaring inferno. The warm colors and the movement of the flames, it's . Awesome in a way, not in the sense that it's cool (pardon the pun) but in the sense that it begets terror and awe, and almost beautiful and yet obviously deadly and terrifying even the depth of the soul. In one of those moment that make you think 'why the hell did I just do that' Linda just can't help herself to take out her cellphone and snap a picture Oh god. Was that a scream she just heard ? That snapped her right out of it." Is there anyone here ?"she tries to scream at the top of her lungs. For GM only:Spoiler Hide "She will be safe" he thinks back with some anger, looking at the burning building. "And I am going to do something incredibly stupid now just because, damn me, it is the right thing to do. If you can provide any helpful tips on how to make it in and out with minimal injury, now would be the time." Apparently frozen with indecision for a split second before sighing heavily, Sebastian turns to the others." Because I am the local crackpot, I will go there and look for anyone who has not possibly made it out. And before you say anything, sister, you are not coming along. Seriously this time"he says to Linda before looking at the rest." I know it is somewhat crazy, but... will anyone come there with me?"he asks, looking at Edgar and Maori in particular." With some teamwork, no one might have to even die." Yes, maybe this is really the proof of the fact that he is completely nuts. Or maybe it is his genius showing again. Or, the most scary option, it is a little bit of both. Edgar glances at the burning house and then to Sebastian as though he were crazy." He may as well be..." But in spite of himself, he stops to consider Sebastian's suggestion. He knew it was vain and even selfish but the prospect of helping somebody out, to stand out in front of his peers as a 'hero' excited him greatly. It would show his mother and father at least, that he was different, nobetterthan them. Breathing in sharply as a spark runs down his spine he smiles. It was either his brain telling him to get away or the thrill of the moment pressing against his nerves but either way he felt alive. A confident smirk plays at his lips as he tilts his head loftily. Staring at Edgar with the full intensity of his sharp, piercing gaze he crosses his arms."... As such a...gracious host it would be remiss if I allowed you to enter on your own." He had intended on calling the fire department once they had reached the house but this? This wasmuchbetter." He is insane to be sure, but I suppose I am not one to speak..." Maori stopped to look at the explosion like everyone else was, staring up at the growing inferno with wide eyes. At the sound of the screams and the others talking she snapped out of it, turning to look at Sebastian as his question as he looked at her and Edgar. She glanced at Edgar for only a moment before rushing towards the burning house, not saying a word as she tried to open the front door. Barring that, she'd reveal the Nanchang she had in her jacket and moved to one of the windows, attempting to break it open. "What ?! I'm not letting YOU go in there by yourself." Linda grabs Sebastian's sleeve, official snapped out of it"You are completely out of your mind !" It's not 'are you out of your mind ?' Nope, no question; panicked constitution. She looks around to the others. At least SEB is known to be unsound so what's their excuse ?" Are you all complete crazy ?! You don't even know if there's someone in there." Spoiler Hide since our Gm is apparently waiting for Lop; small post in the meantime. Sorry if Linda appears contradictory or a coward (really not the characterization I want to give her; hell I thought she'd be the reckless one; guess she'll end up the sensible one instead) but the eagerness with which everyone else is willing to step just like that into a freaking house on fire is kind of seriously caring (even by risk-taking teens standards.) (I mean it's not even a small fire, there was a huge explosion that took almost half the house here. Besides whom the hell would let in good conscience a loved one (particular one who is known to have lapses in sanity) enters mortal danger without at least reacting ? "Yep, crazy as a loon! But I don't think we have time to debate on that now!" Sebastian says almost cheerfully, not even caring how insane he might seem to anyone else." But sanity is overrated. So please call the fire department and stay outside, sister. I have something incredibly stupid, dangerous and generally unsound to do"he said before tugging his sleeve out of her grasp his mind racing as he quickly takes note of the ladder in their immediate surroundings and forms a plan." Edgar, I could use your help with that ladder. It seems that Maori already has the downstairs covered, so we are left with the bit more dangerous thing"he speaks quickly as he races to the garage to get the ladder, also looking around for any utility tools such as sledgehammers, axes or shovels, as well as any kind of cloth. If he is really going to enter a house fire, he better at least try to make whatever split-second preparations he can. Spoiler Hide Going to get the ladder and prop it up against one of the upper windows, as well as trying to find something to smash windows and other obstacles out of the way with if necessary. Also searching for rags or other things that could possibly help against the smoke. Rolling Perception for that for good measure. (1d20-1)[2] (Perception) KaoriSpoiler Hide Maori's twist of the handle seemingly made the door shift, but still it wouldn't open. Frowning, the teen backed up before charging a second time, applying a hard elbow strike to the door, and breaking the inner chain, sending the young woman sprawling straight into the smoke-filled house. The fire had not quite spread to the downstairs landing just yet, but the smoke and heat were heavy. Coming from the chill of the night, Maori felt like she was boiling. The acrid smoke bit at her eyes and started to fill her lungs. It's hard to make out too much of the layout, but soon enough, she's found the stairs. From the upper floor, she heard a thud and what sounded like someone sobbing, quietly. SEB: No rags, not even oily ones. You have found nothing other than the ladder itself. You start to shift it towards the outside, and with a little assistance from the others, you'll have it in place against the burning upper window soon enough, stable, and ready to ascendKaori: Spoiler Hide Fortitude save to function in the hot conditions. DC 15, failure will exhaust you, but you'll still be able to operate (1d20+5)[20] Well, a good perception roll to balance out Sees! :) For GM Only:Spoiler Hide Maori covered her mouth as she made her way through the smoke, coughing as she tried to squint and see through it all once she slammed the door open. As she approached the stairs, sweating in the heat, she blinked as she head a thud and the sound of quiet sobs. "THERE'S SOMEBODY UP THERE!" She shouted back to the open door, hoping one of the others would hear her before she ascended the stairs, wiping sweat from her brow "It's alright! My friends and I are going to get you out of here! Where are you!?" She called out as she made her way to the second floor of the building. "THERE's SOMEBODY UP THERE!" Kaori's voice could be heard coming from the burning building. "Alright, I am on it!" Sebastian shouts to Maori in return, setting up the ladder with little help from others. He curses to himself due to not having found anything worthwhile to help their efforts... But there is little he can do about that now. Emptying his pockets, he hands his stuff to Linda with a nod." Hold onto those for a moment for me, little sister. Here goes nothing! Be ready to come and help me out Edgar... That is, if you are still up for this." With that, he climbs the stairs and attempts to leap into the burning building. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[22] (Dodge) Edgar only smirks as he follows Sebastian into the building, reacting in much the same manner as they barrel through the smoke and collapsing structures. Spoiler Hide Dodge: (1d20+2)[7] The two boys on the outside manage to scale the side of the house fairly quickly, the ladder holding stable against the wall. It grows much hotter as you draw towards the top, the metal conducting the heat. You have to use your coats to try and protect your hands on the final few steps, and each touch feels impossibly hot, but at last you make it. A quick look at the window shows that whilst closed, the internal fastenings aren't in place. It's a little tough on the fingers, but SEB manages to work the window open. And is probably surprised by a jet of flame that knocked the window open wide, bursting outwards straight at you. Sebastian shifted to the side, evading the dangerous gout of fire, but the sudden movement has left you both a touch unsteady. The ladder feels unstable now, your weights off-center. It's starting to shake... Spoiler Hide A little bit of science for you: new source of air made the flames flare towards it... and you. :) This is why Firemen usually go in on the first floor when there's an option. No damage, but you're looking a little precarious there. Might be an idea to double-time it into the room. KaoriSpoiler Hide The staircase seems odd, and it's getting hotter still as you walk upwards. The smoke is denser here, and you can hear the crackle of flames to one side. It looks like the fire's only in that corner of the house, but there's a lot of ash in the air, and it's getting harder to make anything out. Still, you can hear the sobs still, faintly, somewhere behind you as you get up to the top of the staircase, in the opposite direction from the fire. That side of the house is all flame, and the ash is blowing from that direction. It's hard to look directly at it. Spoiler Hide Awareness check please. And you've got one round of action. Leaping from the ladder to the house as soon as he can, Sebastian mutters"I knew this was a crazy idea"to himself even as he crouches as low as he reasonably can to avoid the worst of the smoke, trying his best to shield his body with his longboat as he looks through the upper floor for anyone still possibly caught in the fire. Edgar follows suit but doesn't bother to respond to Sebastian's statement. The less he had to open his mouth, the better. Instead, he aids the other boy's search, lending his own eyes and insights to their mutual effort. Linda gives a little yelp of surprise as SEB are nearly roasted by a stream of flames. But nonetheless despair intot he's building.Oh, hell why did she cave in so easily ? Because there's someone in there, right. But still what is she going to say to everyone. "Yes I knew he was acting crazy, but I let him go int here anyway." ? They are in way over their heads. She looks anxiously at her cellphone. No alarm barring in the horizon, didn't they get Adelaide's message earlier or hers right now ? What is taking the firemen so long ? She shouts in the empty air"SEB, If you burn alive, I'll kill you !" God that was a stupid thing to say, but it made her feel a tad better. Not being able to stand the wait anymore, Linda grabs a garden hose from the garage and seek for an external tap (there's usually one if there's a garden)What to do ? Maybe she could target the ladder so it won't burn ? And uh make it slippery ? In doubt, she direct the stream in direction of the windows to the upper floor the boys dispersed in. (after they went in of course), first over the window sills and then inside the rooms. To make the fire spread slower ? Hopefully ? Spoiler Hide Okay not a great post but final caught up, sorry it took me so long to post It's probably a stupid idea, but I don't think it can make the situation much worse. (... I hope. I don't think it's likely there'd be anything in the upper room that could explore if suddenly doused at least) I'm going to roll awareness/intellect (whichever applies best for you) for common sense here to know if it's a horrible idea or just a futile one and how to make the most of it (1d20)[17] +3/2 Mostly I think of it as Linda trying to do something to feel less powerless at the situation. (hence all the interrogation points) (1d20+4)[16] Perception to Search for the hose and the tap if necessary (I assume they'd be here because they feel like the kind of stuff you'd find by default in a house with a garden. If they aren't any, well that solves that) GM;Spoiler Hide Maori coughed as she ascended the stairs and through the heat and smoke, thankful the fire was only in one part of the house as she reached the hallway. When she noticed the sobs she glanced behind her, turning around to turn her back on where the flames were coming from as she continued to shout and search for whoever was in there. Spoiler Hide Perception check: (1d20+5)[7] Going to go down the hall in the direction of the sobs and check the room it's coming from, if Maori can't tell which she checks the nearest door.

San Francisco_ Legacy [Episode One, Flowers in the Past]|rating:3.0

The Chosen Ones - The Past_ The Last Days of Sunnydale

The Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of Sunnyvale(frantic dash, that familiar burst of speed through the graveyard. The whip of a bitter wind, inexplicable weather in the spring of California, the dead, awake and conjuring the apocalypse. It was Tuesday. Buffy Summers had been recruiting, she had two potentials with her on patrol. The taller, more spunky version of Willow named Vi, and a short haired brunette rocket of a woman named Bailey. They were her star recruits now, no matter what Kennedy said or thought. Buffy didn’t want to play favorites, but she liked having these two by her side, in their own ways, they reminded her of Willow and Xander. They were useful, they could hold their own, and they learned well from experience. It gave Buffy every reason to take them out as a team. She did her best to play things smart. The Uber-vamps were out these days, only three or four in total, Willow was fairly sure. But if they moved in a pack, Buffy would have real trouble defending herself. She was in hot pursuit, Bailey and Vi were on Buffy’s heels. Four male vampires were on the move in front of them. “Right up ahead! They’re leaving the cemetery!” Vi shouted. Buffy could see that, but it was nice to hear it out loud.“Let's go girls!!” Shouting Buffy swung her hips as she hopped over the knee-high fence of the cemetery. Bailey nearly fell when she tried. Vi planted her foot on the top and leaped high, rolling to keep her momentum and protect her knees. They were moving through an abandoned neighborhood now, a block or two from the high school. “We can’t lose them…” Buffy turned a corner tightly around a house. Coming around, she never even saw them. Buff ran into a hard cold chest head on. She nearly bounced off of the vamp, and all four of them swarmed her. Struggling, A flare of elbows and high knees freed Buffy from their immediate grasp. Vi and Bailey worked as a team, helping each other with every vampire they came across. The fight picked up into a flurry. Bodies on both sides started to fly, and the vampires could sense the weakness in the two potentials, targeting them while keeping Buffy busy. “Buffy!” They were starting to shout. “Buffy help!” Fired up, a cloud of dust replaced one of the four vampires. Buffy flipped over the small battlefield of the front yard. She didn’t know that there was someone living in the house that they were fighting outside. Most of the houses in Sunnyvale were empty, recently, she’d slept in a bed that belonged to the wind. The fight was escalating, growing loud, and Buffy had gone frantic trying to control the struggle. Vi and Bailey were hurting, and running out of energy. A fence had been broken, as had a mailbox, and a flower pot. Bailey was struggling to find her feet, a nose bleed and a split lip. Vi had sprained her ankle badly, limping up to Buffy’s side. It became clear that these vampires were not regular punks. They were experienced, and well organized. The fight had slowed as Buffy’s team was starting to lose. Weapons were introduced, even though they were wooden, the vampires weren’t scared to utilize them. Buffy fought back, but a white painted chunk of wood from a fence had struck her upward in the jaw. She had done a backflip in midair before landing on her stomach, grunting. Bailey was the first to go flying through the front window. Vi came second. Buffy was trying to crawl away when they grabbed her arms and legs. She was flying through the air, toward the same window that her potentials had flown through. But Buffy didn’t go through, she strucksomethingthat was invisible. Bouncing her away and back toward the three vampires. Everyone was puzzled. Bailey was starting to cry a bit, fearing death, and not dealing with a broken rib very well. Vi was wiggling up to her knees. They had landed on top of each other, and a coffee table beside a sofa had been destroyed. “Buffy...?” Vi groaned. Bailey was turning onto her back, seeking a position that she could breathe in that wasn’t excruciatingly painful. There certainly was not an immediate success. And, Buffy was struggling to her feet as three vampires surrounded her in the front yard. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleCameron was sitting full lotus in the middle of the dining room, where there were no windows to the outside world, her face as pressed into both hands as her long, silky straight hair hung down hiding her face. She's trying to stifle sobs as she tried to make sense of the world. Hours ago, demons and vampires had suddenly appeared and started to attack everyone and anyone. The only thing that had protected her was that she had been able to protect her family's house with an invisible, magically force. A demon had been chasing her through the house, and she had grabbed a little statute her mom had brought back from a dig she had participated in South America, studying the Mayans. When she grabbed the statute, she had felt a strange pulse in it, like what she felt before strange things happened around her. Acting instinctively as the demon was rushing at her, she had focused on the pulse and tried to amplify it. That was when things got even stranger, because a voice spoke into her head saying,"No, like this." Giving her instructions on how to use the statute. Cameron had followed the voices instructions and suddenly the demon was pushed away from her, right before it could grab her. An invisible force just sent the demon flying out of the house, smashing the demon through the back door. "The voice started urging her to go to the high school, that the statute would keep her safe." Come to the high school. I can teach you more, it is safe."" But my mothers, they are going to be coming here looking for me," the tall young woman had shaken her head, knowing that she was going crazy. Something telling her to stay where she was, "I must stay for my mothers!" She then noticed other people running in fear from demons and vampires. She called them over to her house, to gain protection. But the voice started urging her to send them away, that they didn't matter. She argued with them, which caused some of the people to look at her strangely. In exasperation, the voice taught her how to place protections around the people, that would last long enough for them to get out of the town. She spent hours calling people into her house, placing protections around them, healing them and then sending them to run for safety. People begged her to go with them, but the Voice convinced her to wait for her mothers. She even started to hear her mothers' calling for her to wait. Now, hours later, no one had come by in a long time, the only thing she had seen was vampires and demons running around and destroying things for the fun of it. She had moved into the dining room, where no one could see her as she argued with the voices in her head. The Voice was urging her to come to the high school, that it could teach her more, help her grow powerful enough so that no one could ever harm her. She wasn't sure about the Voice, it seemed cold, hungry. She kept insisting that she had to wait for her mothers. And then her mothers appeared, one at a time and encouraged her to follow the commands of the Voice. But something was wrong, they should have been encouraging her to flee the city, not go deeper into where all the demons seemed to be coming from. The Voice was quiet for now, it had said her mothers would come for her soon, she just had to wait. She suddenly heard the front window shatter and a body crash to the ground, Cameron jumped to her feet and rushed into the family room to see two young woman sprawled on top of each other, having shattered the coffee table. She looked out the shattered window to see a blond woman bounce off the invisible field protecting her house. Furthermore, she frowned and tilted her head sideways, her eyes a little wild as she watched the blonde get surrounded by 3 vampires. Furthermore, she rushed pass the two ladies sprawled on her floor, "You are safe in my house!" And without stopping, she continued to the window and reached out, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders, "INSIDE, you may enter my house!" She called out as she pulled on the blonde's shoulders, urging the blonde to climb in through the window. She didn't know why the field hadn't let the blonde through in the first place, she must have some of the supernatural about her. But with Cameron pulling the blonde inward, the fields would let the blonde inside. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of Sunnyvale“Ok…” Buffy whimpered on the ground, a joke came to her mind, and she was ok with it being her last words, if they were, “I guess it's time for plan Q.” Laughing the vampires above her were starting to kick at her. One of them was not quite like the others. By now, he had put his human face back on, and he wasn’t kicking, he was looking up toward the house, wondering what had just happened. The leader, he had two cronies left, playing with a slayer that they would have been wise not to underestimate. Within moments, the two of them were dust, collapsing to the ground. “So far so good.” She was climbing to her feet. Buffy was ready to make her best quip of the night, “In this plan-” A strange young girl was offering her a hand and the last remaining vampire was ripping on a cord the other direction. ‘They need to make crossbows smaller…’ Buffy thought to herself. The most dangerous of those vampires had escaped, but Vi and Bailey were hurt inside. She couldn’t leave them with someone she’d never met. So, she took the offered lift, climbing into the window. Bailey had found one elbow to lean on that made the pressure not hurt as bad, she was crying, but composed. Vi had a brave face on, but the quiver in her lip and the fold of her brow showed her fear. “Are they gone?” Looking to all three of the other girls with a sweeping gaze, Buffy assured them, “killed three, leader ran off. They’re gone…” She was worried, neither of her troopers seemed like they were in very good shape. She leaned over Bailey first to ask her what was wrong.“Where ya hurting, Bay?” - “Ribs, just trying to breathe.” - “ok, I know it hurts, but lay on your back, just even it out. You don’t want to damage tissue jostling around.” - “I’ll try, damn, I need to start taking Advil before we go out…” They were careful with each other, Buffy lifted Bailey onto a sofa, and tried to make her comfortable. As the general Slayer and the recruit were busied, Vi looked to Cameron with a stiffened upper lip and a skeptical set of eyes. “What's going on?” Her New York accent wasn’t heavy, but it was strong enough to show that she wasn’t from around here, not anywhere close by far. “You’re just holed up in hell mouth central? Pretty wicked crazy dumb, dude…” Vi wasn’t the type to speak like this, the adrenaline was making her bold. Buffy turned her attention towards the conversation. Bailey was about as comfortable as she was going to get without some medical attention. “Vi… Enough with the third degree…” Bailey was holding Buffy’s hand, nuzzling into the pillow, and sniffling softly. “Thank you for your help. If you weren’t living here. I think we got lucky…” Buffy nodded. She wanted to say more, but she was glad she’d censored herself some. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleEyes widen in shock as the blonde dusted two of the vampires like it was nothing and sent the leader running for the hills. She still helped pull the young woman into her home and into her protection. She was nervously as the blonde immediately went to help her friends. Furthermore, she bites her lip nervously, something was off about these three. They should have left the town with everyone else and how did the blonde take out those two vampires so easily and wasn't able to come through her wards without direct permission, she must be some kind of supernatural. She would have to ask the voice soon, but for now, she needed to help them get out of the city. Just as she was about to offer her help, the redhead jumped in with questions at her. She blinked and looked at the tall, beat up young woman, "I don't know what is up, the world just went crazy and this is my house. What is a hell mouth and where is it?" She started asking some questions of her own, "Why are you three still in the city, you need to leave, it isn't safe." The three of them looked beat up, and the brunette was in definitely pain, holding her ribs and from the sounds of it, having trouble breathing. The red head who had just given her the third degree was in better shape, but definitely suffering from the beating the vampires had given her before throwing her through the window. While the blonde was in pretty good condition for having fought with three vampires. She turned and smiled at the blonde, "You are welcome. I know some healing spells for your friend and can extend you some protection, enough so that you can safely leave the city." She offered the blonde and blued woman. She wondered what the blonde had been about to say, but she didn't ask. Furthermore, she had to get them to leave, her parents couldn't come back until she was alone. The three young woman would see a tired, tall light brown/auburn, long haired young woman who was slightly wild eyed. She was wearing a cropped, wide shoulder top, jeans and running shoes. Her brown eyes had black rings around them, her long straight hair looked haggard like she had pulled on it a lot. She looked like she was very tired, her hands having a slight tremble in them. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleThe luck that Buffy had spoken of, it wasn’t her own. It was Bailey’s, it was Vi’s. If this house had been abandoned, the vampire’s would have been able to waltz in as if it were some natural cavern, an empty tomb for the wind to erode, for the elements to bury. It would have just been wood and mortar, cloth and wires. The skeleton of a family, the bones that life left behind. But it wasn’t. It was a home, it was this young woman’s home. Buffy considered what had just happened, trying to piece it all together as this blonde beauty spoke to them. Buffy had to blink when she first laid eyes on Cameron. Or, when she second laid eyes on Cameron, ‘whenever I saw her in this light…?’ Buffy was smitten, and it was not common for her to see so much sexuality in another woman. ‘Spike fucking ruined me, huh…’ Her mind was in shambles, unfocused and wired. Adrenaline was pumping, and something deep inside of Buffy was telling her to be afraid of this young homeowner. That’s when the odd got odder. Suddenly, Buffy was being given orders to leave town. “Hey that’s my line…” Standing now, Buffy made a peaceful parting with Bailey as she moved toward Cameron carefully, putting herself between the stranger and her potential slayers. “Ok…” Buffy was in Cameron’s home, so her tone was passive, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to stop the girl from speaking. Her chin lifted, and suspicion snuck into her expression. She didn’t know what to think about the teenager spouting off about her healing spells.” Buffy wondered how she’d never met this girl.‘New power... ‘ It was the only explanation. Buffy had been frantic with The First, Willow, and Warren for nearly a year now. But still, she had missed this young woman. Buffy had been a councilor at the high school to try and help kids exactly like her. Somehow, she’d slipped through the cracks. “I’m sorry.” It was clear that they didn’t even recognize each other. Buffy flashed to a moment when she had had a cup balanced on her head, spinning slowly in her chair. ‘I’m a horrible person.’ She needed to do more, she needed to be better. This poor girl had been alone in her house for weeks now, under the radar, she had been doing Buffy’s job for her. A sense of pride lifted in Ms. Summers. “Sorry, uhm…” Buffy repeated herself as she found her bearings.“My name’s Buffy. This is Vi, and Bailey.” Rarely, did Buffy have moments where she could say things that sounded this cool. She stayed in the zone, and delivered a righteous statement, “We’re here to save the world. Not running.” Her head was shaking… A casual pout formed on her face and she shrugged. “You look like you’ve been doing well. Not too well, but well.”“We’re vampire slayers.” Bailey was fucking loving it. Buffy’s speech filled her with adrenaline, and she rose from the sofa, cringing, but steadfast and determined. Vi was standing as well. But where Bailey was looking for Cameron’s eyes, Vi was looking through the window, clearly scanning the area for danger.“Thanks for the offer. But...” Bailey’s chipper voice sounded odd when it was stuffed inside so much pain. She was a strong person, an inch or two taller than Buffy, or, she would have been if she wasn't slouching from the pain. As condescending as she was about to sound, she managed to be kind. “...you shouldn’t be using healing magics like that. Alone...” Her voice was as confident as it was foreboding in the air of that room. Buffy’s head turned to the side. The young potential had a point, she’d spent some time with Willow, and the natural caregiver in Bailey had taken it upon herself to learn about the dangers of magic. Willow might have been developing a crush on the girl, and Bailey might have been apt enough to get Willow talking. “Bailey’s right, you’re young.” That had sounded crisp coming from Buffy. She was young as well, but she had died twice. Once, she’d come right back, and once she’d been in heaven, only to claw her way out of her coffin. She’d destroyed the love of her life twice. Once with her own passion and love, then, again with a sword and a duty. Twenty Two years had felt like thousands.“I’m not looking to play mother goose. But maybe Momma Duck, for the night. Only in the sense that you’re my duckling, and you follow me.” Buffy put her hands to her hips and planted on a confident left leg. “Lessons come later. For now, you’re coming with us.” Buffy had intended it to sound like a favor, an invitation into a better world. But, her tone had gone wild on her, and she lost some syntax along the way. It had almost been a command, an order from a captor to a prisoner. She was the slayer, and this little witch wasn’t going to derail her entire plan. She needed Bailey and Vi home, and a new assignment had been drawn, she needed to rescue this girl from the situation she had left herself in. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of Sunnyvale Buffy steps forward confidently, the tall tired young witch can't help admiring the blonde woman for a moment until she hears Buffy and Vampire Slayers, the rest of what is being said goes ignored as she steps away from the blonde, moving to block the doorway to the dining room. The warning from the Voice fills her head,'Beware the Vampire Hunters! Especially their leader Buffy! They will try to take away your Idol and your magic. They will sacrifice you and your mothers if they get their hands on you.' Vi's warning about magic goes right by her, although Buffy ordering her to come with her does register, confirming the warning of the Voice." No! You can't have it! And I am not going with you! He said that you would come and try to steal my magic!" She was backing up, stopping in the doorway as she looked around wildly. The idol was in the room behind her, without it, she would be vulnerable to the demons and vampires running around the city. She called out, seemingly to no one, "They are here! I need your help! I need another spell to protect myself!" She looked back at Buffy, Vi and Bailey, "You need to leave! I don't want to hurt you! But I am not letting you take me away or take my magic! I have to stay here to save my Mothers!" The very tall auburn haired young woman cried out at the three vampire hunters. She looked scared of them, but determined to protect herself from the three shorter women facing her. Fortunately one of them was injured, that would help her defend herself. So was soon tired, she has been able to catch only cat naps for the past three days while the city turned into a battlefield, things that she used to believe were just stories, now are there and bigger than real life. But the Voice had been reassuring her, calling to her, teaching her how to cast spells, although each time she cast a spell, she could feel a seductive call to cast more spells. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of Sunnyvale there were to have been music accompanying real life, it would have been tightening, speeding up, and peaking for a conflict. Buffy could sense it, she could always sense it. Bailey and Vi couldn’t quite as well. But, all four of the women in the room were on the tip of their toes. It was white-hot tension in that room. Even Vi had looked had Buffy with some disdain when she’d heard the command for Cameron to come with them. It was almost something that Caleb would say, it sounded sinister for sure. Buffy’s face clenched, she hadn’t meant for this. Then, the gasoline met the flame. The connections were made, and this first impression was about to get a lot more memorable. “Can’t have what?” Buffy almost spoke the whole sentence. Cameron was ranting and behaving madly. It was familiar immediately. Buffy flashed to Spike in the basement. She flashed to Andrew, sitting duct taped to a chair, and she flashed to Angel, years ago, losing his mind slowly in the eve of a freak snow day. ‘The First…’ It was an easy guess. And it also explained how Buffy had missed this gifted young lady.“Hey, calm down…” Vi was not expecting this, none of them were, but it made her nervous. Witches in an unstable condition were incredibly dangerous. She was crying out to no one, and asking for a spell.‘It’s been teaching her magic… healing spells, why... ‘ Buffy could only watch and formulate some kind of battle plan. This was moving in the direction of the bizarre. Her legs were starting to stand in a ready position. She was ready to run, and she was ready to kick with her lead leg, if it came to it. ‘Take her magic? Her mothers?’ Buffy’s face was growing furious. This was pure evil, to toy with this poor girl, to brainwash her with only god knows what to get her to follow it’s bidding. ‘What is she? Why did The First tap her?’ The fright on this girl’s face nearly made Buffy cry in frustration. Her hands were balled up into fists. “Oh, This is unacceptable…” Buffy looked up to the ceiling, as if she might have been speaking to a God. Bailey was taking a step back and leaning away. Her favored countered back fist was prepped in case she needed to use it. But the idea of suddenly bursting into flame, or to be knocked unconscious by some magic was the real fear. “Listen, I don’t know who you’ve been talking to-” Buffy, took the lead, but as she did, Cameron happened to be looking behind her for The First. When she turned around, her mother was standing between them. “-But I want you to think. Doesn’t it seem strange… Conversations with the dead are supposed to happen after death.” Buffy hoped that her knowledge of the deceased would help validate her climb. Her voice was calmer now, but she was nervous. And she had every right to be.(First was in the room. It was always in the room, but it was showing itself to Cameron. She was standing in the middle of the slayers… almost confused, inspecting them casually, filling the space after Buffy spoke. Silence enveloped the room.“They’ve arrived, I see.” Rachel exhaled with empathy as she looked at Cameron over Buffy’s shoulder.“It's ok.” Rachel shook her head and smiled. Buffy cocked her head, and even looked over her shoulder, directly at Rachel, but the slayer turned back to Cameron, unaware of The First’s presence in the room. It was Rachel, the delicate warmth in the depth of Cameron’s heart, the soft-spoken charm of a woman once devoted to her well-being. She was there, as the woman’s daughter turned back to face the slayers. Rachel was behind Buffy, looking at the leader and circling around her. Bailey should have seen her, Vi should have seen her. Then, she stood in between Buffy and Cameron. None of them could see her. Most of the time... it appeared as Mr. Carson, a recent mentor of Cameron’s from the high school, a bright memory that Evil had plucked up out of the girl. The man had died mysteriously only months after he and Cameron had met. He’d been her English teacher, but it didn’t seem that trivial while he lived. Other times, it appeared as Buffy herself getting Cameron used to the face of this woman. But, sometimes… when it mattered the most, he appeared as Cameron’s mothers. Nicole was there to motivate her if she started to get lazy. But Rachel was the rarest.“Exactly…” Buffy mistook the silence for acknowledgement. As she spoked, Rachel stood in front, and spoke as well. Buffy’s voice was lost in the shuffle, The First was loud and clear,“Don’t panic, honey… I’m here.” The First circled around Cameron, standing behind her to give her a clear view of her enemies.“And I think it’s time you learned some real magic…”“Through the kitchen, up the stairs. Lock yourself in your room. Do it fast, they won’t catch you. I promise.” Rachel knew the layout of the house, among many other things, she’d lived here after all, for years. Cameron’s mother was looking at Buffy with the competitive energy of her child’s soccer game. It was hard to tell if she was going to shout at Buffy to slow her down, or serve her orange wedges during halftime. Cameron Lexie (#msg14259862)(Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleGlaring, which was just about as effective as a kitten trying to be fierce, the tall auburn haired, young woman got more nervous as the three slayers started getting ready for a fight. And then the blonde, Buffy, started speaking in a calming voice. She started talking about how it wasn't possible to talk to the dead, which was a little confusing. She wasn't talking to the dead, her mothers were alive and on their way back. And the Voice had warned her about Buffy, how the slayer would try to confuse her with nonsensical arguments. She looked behind her at the idol she had set on the table and when she turned back to the Slayers, her mom was standing in the middle of them." Mommy?" Cameron started to question, her brow furrowing in confusion at how her Mommy, Rachel, could suddenly be in the middle of the three slayers and them not reacting to her presence as she walked around to stand between Cameron and Buffy. Rachel was the motherly one, she was the one who bandaged up scraps that younger tomboy used to get when she was running around. The mother to comfort her when she was sick or stressed. Her Mom, Nicole, had been the one to motivate her to try new things, to go on little adventures, to push her to do better and was right there to support and help her. Where had her Mommy come from? She hadn't been in the house as she tried to process what her Mommy was telling her. It was so hard to focus, it had been at least 2 days before she got any real sleep. She had been surviving on Cat naps, but any time she slept to long, the Voice or Dr Carson would speak to her to wake her up, warn her of danger. It had saved her from some demons a couple of times, but it was affecting her ability to focus and track time. She could only focus for short spans of time, long enough to get out one of the spells she had learned." Real magic? Is Dr Carson here? When did he get here? He left to go find you and Mom, did he find Mom too? Is she upstairs with him?" Cameron asked in a confused voice as she bites her lower lip nervously as she looked at the three slayers confronting her. She needed to protect herself from the Slayers, the Voice had warned her about them, even showed her what Buffy looked like, and she would get a spell to protect herself once she got to her room. Buffy was trying to say something, but her Mom's voice overrode whatever it was as she directed Cameron to go upstairs. When Mommy used Mom voice, Cameron did as directed, the tall young woman turned and rushed, well more like stumbled, bouncing off the door frame into the kitchen, crossing the room as she knocked into the table, out into the hallway and up the stairs, bouncing off the walls before she entered into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Turning around she frowned as she didn't see anyone else up here with her. She turned back toward the door, maybe she had been too fast. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of Sunnyvale‘Yup.’ This was all too familiar, all too bizarre. There were only a few ways to explain just why this poor girl was behaving this way. She was talking to a mother figure that was not in the room. She was frantic, running, and conclusively off her rocker. The slayers all looked to each other, well aware of what was going on. With the conclusion between them, and Cameron running out of the room without being chased, they were alone.(it appeared to all of them. The first wanted to hit Buffy the hardest, so it appeared in a form that only she would fully understand. Angeles. As handsome as ever, dressed in that tight white tank top and his open flowy dress shirt. His black jeans made his body tight and lean. A cocky smile on his face made all three of the slayers feel a pang of attraction. He had his fingers up to his lips, looking up through the floor at the fleeing Wiccan prodigy. “You, again?” His eyes moved down to Buffy, hissing through his teeth in disapproval. “I understand that its dumb luck, just stumbling around on a hunt, as clueless as ever, meandering into the right place at the right time again.” The First was pacing, imitating Angeles’ inflection perfectly. His voice was on edge, as if he was one small push away from committing a bloody murder for the joy of it. “You never learn to do you…”“This isn’t working.” Buffy lied as best as she could to the first. And it cackled in response. The other two slayers had heard stories. They could tell that Buffy was on edge. So, they knew exactly who the first was parading around as for her.“It’s definitely working.” The first was focused, he walked over to them, and pretended to smell Buffy in the air, enjoying the scent and admiring the innocence of it. “She does everything I tell her to.” His eyes glanced up, his fingers still in front of his face as he spoke. The first could feel Buffy’s attraction to her, and playing that with his control over a powerful witch all at once was the perfect play. Giggling, Angeles started to talk about how evil he could be, too joyful not to share, “I tell her that some spells need to be done in the nude.”“Shut up.” Buffy wasn’t enjoying this.“Or that she has to hold something in her mouth.” A pause, making sure Buffy had time to think about it. “In, I think I’ve got it to the point where her mother turns her on.”“Bullshit. I’m done with this…”(as the first kept the slayers away from its Wiccan treasure, it appeared for her as well, easily splitting its focus to keep its plans in motion. In Cameron’s room, behind her after she’d closed the door, her loving mother was there again, sitting upon the floor with her heels under her rear. This was the place where she’d taught Cameron spells before. She was dressed as she had been, smiling and calming in her presence.“We should hurry. Dr. Carson and mom are protecting us from them.” It didn’t make immediate sense, but the first didn’t know the way that life worked. It knew how people worked. Furthermore, it wanted Cameron to feel safe like it always had.“Lock the door, though, just in case.” Her mother smiled and continued the instructions. The first couldn’t actually touch anything, so direction and instruction was important to it.“Value’Rios Grimier… Saharan sand, black candles, the chalice, chestnut cingulum… and, your theme.” An theme was the tool that made everything dark. It meant blood was going to be involved. The theme was a dagger with a black handle that could only do one thing, spill blood. If it was ever used for another purpose, it was ruined. These implements had never been asked for together. This was going to be a new spell.“Make a pentagram on the floor with the sand.”“Light a candle at the five points. Use the cingulum to make a circle on the outside of the candles. Lay the book down in the center,” the instructions came in calm order, giving Cameron enough time to accomplish the ritual as she was laying it out.“Page 743. The ritual is called Morris Beneficial.” The book was written in ancient Latin. And that particular page had already once had blood spilled on it, droplets and a smear turned a rusty brown with time… There was an incantation listed clearly by the classical ritual casting formatting used in the book.“The incantation, read it.” Downstairs, Buffy and the Slayers were trying to move away from the First. It was a simple tactic. His vile mouth was still going, joyfully enjoying his blasphemy as he spoke. “It’s not so simple Buffy, you should know that by now.” He had been prattling on about his fictional defilement of the poor girl upstairs. Not everything he’d said was untrue, but he was pushing the boundary to get under his ex-lovers skin. “She is mine, the girl hates you. I didn’t actually expect houseboat hate but-” As he taunted them, Buffy turned on her heel and walked away. “Hey!” The girls were moving towards the back of the house. “I think I heard her go up the stairs. No door bursting. We’re trying to be the good guys here, and we’re in her house.” Splitting up, the girls started to go around knocking on doors. Magic was a funny thing, it created a vacuum around it. For as long as a powerful spell was being cast, passersby were unlikely to sense it unless they were sensitive to magic already. The three looking for Cameron were slow due to their injuries and caution, and they did not know what door Cameron was hiding behind. It was Bailey that had knocked on the right door, “Hello? Cameron? Please come out. We’re not going to hurt you.” They were all saying something similar, and Bailey hadn’t even heard anything inside of Cameron’s room. It was dumb luck at this point if the First’s plan wasn’t going to work. In moments, Cameron was going to be able to throw powerful balls of energy at the slayers, and she was going to have increased strength and durability for hand-to-hand combat. Morris Beneficial was a blessing. It was a ritual that bestowed offensive magic onto the caster’s blood. It would usually last for about two days before leaving the caster weak and sickened for nearly as long. Furthermore, it was blood magic, and it was painful to the whole time, the ritual itself, the fighting the energy balls, and the drug like comedown. The first didn’t want Cameron to be comfortable. It wanted her to be effective, dangerous, alone, and primed for further manipulation. Pitting the witch against the slayers would be good fun, even if it didn’t end up killing anyone. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleCameron turned from locking the door closed, find her mom in the room with her. "Mommy.what? Isn't Dr Carlson dead?" The tall auburn haired young woman questioned confusedly as she rushed across the room to collect the supplies she had been gathering over the last couple of days while the world had turned upside down. Being directed by the Voice to gather these items for her protection. The black candles, chalice and cingulum were easy to find, at a magic shop that surprisingly existed in town. She had to break into it, but no one would notice because of all the damage being done by demons and vampires. The Value'Rios Grimier had been much harder to find, surprisingly a demon had been carrying it and dropped it when it had tried to get to her. But her shields had protected her, and she had been able to grab the grimier and run with it before the demon recovered from its shock. The theme had been the last thing she had acquired, trying to resist getting it once she read up on it, but the Voice insisted that she would need it if she wanted to rescue her Mothers. Hearing her mothers crying out for help at one point was what broke her resistance as she went back to the magic shop and found an unused theme, the best in the shop. After she returned home, she completed the ritual to bind the theme to her and empower it. After which the cries of help from her Mothers stopped and the Voice told her that her Mothers were safe again. She bites her lip nervously, this was going to be the first time she would need the theme for a ceremony, the only other time she had used it was to bind it to her. Her Mommy encouraged her to move fast, that the slayers were coming soon, and then they would take their magic and leave them defenseless to the demons. Following her Mommy's instructions, she drew a pentagram with the sand, placed a black candle at each point. She focused for a moment, breathing past the dizziness from lack of sleep and all 5 candles lit at once. She took the cingulum, her hand started shaking." Take another deep breath, Honey, you can do. Just focus on what you need to do," her Mommy encouraged her. Cameron took a deep breath, the shaking of her head stilling as she started to draw the circle around the pentagram and candles. She finished with herself inside the circle, she put the cingulum down and reached over to grab the grimier. Her hands started to shake again, as the tall auburn haired witch paused, taking several deep breaths again as her Mommy kept speaking to her, encouraging her to keep going." Honey, you have to hurry, they hurt your mom, she needs healing!" The first urged the young witch in the disguise of being the young woman's mother." I have... I will do it Mommy, don't worry, I will save Mom," Cameron cries out in confusion, things were happening too fast. There was something wrong, something didn't make sense, but she couldn't think straight. Opening the Value’Rios Grimier to page 743, Cameron looked at the title and bite her lip, but then she heard someone calling her name from outside her door, trying to open the door. She took a deep breath, laid the book down in front of her opened to the right page as she took up her theme." Receptos ad me unique junta. Unique addicts in circuit est. Note animal vocal unique. Benedictine Diana. ET per me. FAC me per flames, in anima bus forum Transparent." She intoned precisely, her voice developing a strange depth as she recited the Latin words. She hadn't learned enough Latin to know what all the words meant, but she knew she was calling out to Diana for help. Furthermore, she gripped the theme with her right hand, opened her left and sliced down the middle of her palm." Ego ills unit diuturnitatem. Benedictine Diana. Cecum Vinci. Moratorium exert coral the in toto code me. Benedictine Diana. End infirmities team. Et quæ est in me. Conquer mini. End infirmities team." As she cried out the last word, she dripped her blood on the page. For a brief moment, nothing happened, Cameron started to look up from the book in confusion and then her body arched in pain as she felt power entering her roughly, arching her back as she cries out, "AAIEEEEEEEEEE!!" Cameron begins to focus pass the pain of the energy entering her and giving into the force, just as Bailey was trying her door. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide (it's all about Diana entering the caster, and conquering her. So, some pretty intense power will be flowing through Cameron, it'll be seductive and exhausting.) (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleAbsolute panic. It was difficult to even tell what was going on. It was illusion at its finest. Buffy might have considered the sleight of hand if there was a hand to see slighting. But, the tricks flowed together the way that raindrops eventually find oceans. Briny, and thick, this sea of lies and deceit had been humming in the fates of the world for longer than Buffy and Cameron had been alive. As far as the first was concerned, it had created them. It liked to think that it knew them each more personally than the two could ever learn about themselves or each other. Cameron wasn’t talking to her dead mothers. Buffy was only a few feet away from her, but she was clueless. The First was eternal and focused on its mission. But, The First always made the same tactical error. Buffy was getting used to looking for it, but she hadn’t completely narrowed down it’s weakness yet. The truth didn’t make a noise. And, sometimes it felt like thoughts created a buzzing. In utter confusion, the three girls, once scattered upstairs, were coming back together near the top of the stairs. Bailey didn’t even know that she found the right door. Nor did Vi or Buffy find any truth to their knocking. Buffy had searched rooms, so she’d figured that Bailey and Vi had done the same. Bailey had not been thorough in her dissociated condition, racked with pain, her priorities were wired for survival, not investigation. And the powerful magics inside of Cameron’s room were containing lights and vibrations. The light show inside was of carnal sunlight yellows, and fiery orange bursts of energy sizzled through the air. It was warm inside, and growing warmer. As Cameron started to utter the Latin, the book started to whisper it to her as she spoke, silently and clearly putting the magic into her body. It was a low sound, inhuman, like a choir of monstrous children speaking in unison. The pages started to flip, but the book was still whispering, still showing the words to the caster somehow as the winds in the room picked up. They tore the curtains from the windows, and the pictures from the walls. A tornado sprung with incalculable speeds, thrashing the clothing and furniture in Cameron’s room to and fro. She was as firm as silence in the storm of the magic, misplaced, transformed and imbued. A timeline, a set of rules and occurrences, a shimmering light flying in one direction, Cameron’s life force, blinking and ricocheting left and right before landing back on its original path. As she screamed, the spell soaked it. It may have never even happened. It certainly didn’t get past the door. Shrugging, Bailey hadn’t heard a damn thing inside. Stressed and breathing with shortened rhythms, the three slayers found each other’s eyes. “Did she vanish?” Vi was getting annoyed. Bailey was just in pain. She shrugged in response to being looked at by the tall red head. There was some conflict there. The First was getting to Vi, everyone that the first wanted dead got personal visits from time to time. And Angeles had come to Vi often to tell her all about the worst things that Buffy had ever done. It was working. It was always working. There was no rest for the wicked.“She has to be somewhere. I didn’t see open windows. We heard her go upstairs.” Buffy was inspecting her trainees. Bailey didn’t even realize that she might have been called out. Buffy was unaware, she couldn’t see the doors Bailey had checked.(“The same way you hear me talk slayers?” The fake Angeles was back. “You’re real vapid, ya know, for heroes.” His smile was cruel for it’s beauty, and it’s psychopathic glee. He was down the hallway, standing between Cameron’s door and Buffy’s girls. “Or the same way you all hear screaming in your dreams?” All the slayers had nightmares, prophetic visions of coming disasters, and the memories of dead slayers gone and passed. It was always a personal subject. Angeles was cackling. “Oh, the looks on your faces.” Reaching for a cigarette, Angeles pulled it out and lit it. But it didn’t stink, it didn’t burn or breath. The cackle became words. “... You’re like rabbits, or tiny cats, you know.” His voice went sour. The cackle was gone, and he sounded like he wanted blood. Gravely and low, vicious and inhuman, like a tiger given words, “They have the sweetest eyes when they realize that they’re about to be slaughtered…” Stalling the slayers, making them believe that they had chased the wrong set of footprints. That Cameron was long gone and not turning ‘round.“It’s coming slayers. You can keep hiding, and running, and planning. You cannot stop this. I want to feel you quit. You have to understand. I don’t want this to be difficult. It only happens one way.”(The first was ranting in one room, it was looking upon its newest creation with a mothers love. Cameron’s room resembled a city dump. The spell was a master’s design, an open forest had been called as the traditional casting location. Cameron’s eyes were glowing, changing colors from yellow, to red, to orange, and ever-changing. Energy was teeming from her fingertips. Like rivers flowing into her body, forming only inches away from each finger, pure yellow, crackling and bending to her will. If she wanted more energy, it sparked high from her hand, if she wanted more, it vanished inside. Weightless, but everything was hot, flowing, erotic in the purest of forms. It was sex without arousal. It was orgasm without the loss of control. Furthermore, it was contained primal essence, a goddesses blessing, ancient knowledge that was so rarely seen.“My love, you’re gorgeous…” Cameron’s loving mommy smiled and nodded.“Now, come. I think those three nasty girls are gone.” Rachel stood from the bed and circled around Cameron. Most of her clothing had been ripped off as well, anything that was loose enough to catch wind. Her body had not been changed at all. She had more strength, more speed, much, much more endurance. But that was all as magical as her new ability to shoot energy balls from her hands. Rachel stood near the door, unable to open up, and looked over to Cam.“If you would love, the door?” It was an odd request. There was absolutely no reason for Rachel to ask Cameron to open the door. But she wasn’t Rachel. And Cameron… was … mostly still Cameron.(“... Slowly. That’s the truth of it Buffy.” Angeles started forward, his voice shifting and changing as he did, changing his form into Tara. Tara was the opposite of Angeles in every way, so to hear this carnage spill from her dead lips made Buffy furious. The First's version of the shy woman was dressed in lingerie, and highly sexualized. Buffy didn't know why, but this made her frustrated right away. The First knew what she wanted. It was teasing her. Furious, frustrated, and confused, that was exactly what the first wanted. “It will always happen slowly. When you die, I’ll make sure you stay with me. I can do that. I can suspend those who’ve been banished like you, why do you think I can take your form.” Tara stayed as Tara, continuing to walk forward. “You cannot stop this. That’s the catch of it all. I don’t die, you bitch. I am in you. Furthermore, I am in all of you. You might slow me down, but that’s all this is, the inevitable will always turn around, and I am the most primal, I am the purest, and the most ancient. I am everything. So, sleep on that, if you make it through the night. I don’t like waiting, Buffy. But You have a special way of making it… fun.” Tara smiled and vanished as the door opened to Cameron’s room. Rachel vanished as Buffy, Bailey, and Vi came into view. The truth didn’t make a noise. Buffy knew exactly what she was looking at, one hell of a fight. “Vi, Bailey, home. Now.” She didn’t turn. She didn’t hesitate. Furthermore, she needed the other two gone.“But Buffy, we…-” Vi, wanted to help. Bailey was already hiding behind Buffy.“Goddammit Vi, now!” Her head turned to the side, and that was enough. Vi reached for Bailey and helped the girl down the stairs, out of the house and headed back to Slayer HQ. “I guess this means we’re not talking?” Buffy was looking at Cameron, her head tilting, curious and caring all at once. “I don’t speak demon girl, but we could call for a translator.” Buffy didn’t know what to expect, but a quip was always a good first bet. (Chosen Ones The Past: The Last Days of SunnydaleCameron's mind was clear of the fog of exhaustion as energy filled her. She had a short moment of clear thought, looking at her mother curiously, wondering how and when she got there before her mind filled with pleasure as energy filled her, empowering her, filling her with absolute confidence. She blinked her eyes as Mommy called out to her and informed her that the 3 nasty slayers were gone. Furthermore, she frowned again as her Mommy asked her to open the door, she should be able to herself. "Are you sure Mommy? And where is Mom?" She asked as she opened the door, only for the three slayers to be standing in the hallway looking at her and arguing with each other. She barely noticed that she was basically nude, her clothing had been shredded during the spell. Her top was completely gone and her large, firm breasts jiggled as she moved forward in a pleasure filled daze. While her jeans were torn and a simple pull would probably cause them to fall apart and drop her long, toned legs." What are you doing here? You should be gone! Mommy said you were gone, and you had better not have done anything to Mom or Dr Carson!" Feeling full of power and invincible, making her a bit more aggressive than normal. She needed to get downstairs and check on her Mom quickly, and they were standing in her way. Although her voice was still that of a confused kitten trying to be fierce, although her voice had a strange quality to it. Also adding to her minimal intimidation level was her glowing eyes as they changed from yellow to orange to red and back to yellow to repeat the cycle. Cameron started to feel a bit more confident as two of them retreated, although it was under the orders of the blonde, who was standing in front of her defiantly. She looked over her shoulder and blinked as she didn't see her Mommy, "Mommy?" Her head whipped back around to face Buffy, "What did you do to my Mommy, she was right here!" She took a step forward with her long legs as she towered over Buffy, reaching out with her long arm to grab at Buffy's arm,"You better let my Mommy and Mom go!" She was confused by the blonde asking if they needed a translator, she was speaking English as the blonde was.

The Chosen Ones - The Past_ The Last Days of Sunnydale|rating:3.0

Rival Heads (Urowen & PrincessOfTheNight)

Aiden reclined in his teacher’s chair tapping his foot on the top of his desk. He never liked the mornings where he would wait for the students to fill in, sit down and never listen. He was the newest Defense teacher at Hogwarts and because of the history with this class, he wasn’t as respected as he would have wished. It also didn’t help that every time the students came in, he had a different appearance. Aiden was a metamorphamagus, and he frequently used his ability to keep the children on their toes. He was able to talk Headmistress McGonagall into letting him take over her position of Head of Gryffindor, as he was one when he was in school. Today he was a 6-foot tall male with emerald green hair. His face was pointed and defined, and his body lean, although hidden behind his dress robes. The one thing that was worse than no respect, was the new potions' teacher. Not only was it someone that happened to be head of Slytherin, but also was his family rival, one he was taught to never associate with. Now he had to call her a co-worker. “Oh well” he said to himself “it's not like she will have any reason to be in my wing of the castle.” Isabella glared at the halls in front of her as she pulled a third year Gryffindor behind her. The only noise to be heard was her mumbling and black healed boots clicking on the stone floor. The student was shaking slightly while being pulled by the new Potions professor to their house head. Her morning started out wonderfully, or at least what she considered wonderful. She was early to breakfast and didn't have to deal with 'him' and it was nice out. While on her way into her classroom though is where she found the student wand drawn and casting a spell on one of the students in her house. That is where her day turned into a bad one. Bella would have loved to have dealt with the student herself but sadly for her when she was finally able to convince McGonagall to let her teach at Hogwarts and take over being head of Slytherin like her father once was, she was made to that agreed any problems with students outside of her house she would take to be dealt with by the appropriate head." I'm taking 50 points from Gryffindor for what you were trying to do to my student!" She spat over her shoulder to the student before bursting in the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom." I do believe this is your student." She said her eyes narrowing even more than before. Only a small glint of a sliver-blue was visible through the slits. After pushing the student forward she pushed a stray black hair back over her shoulder to hang with the rest of them down her backstopping at her hips. "They had their wand drawn on one of the Slytherin's about to hex them." Aiden was content until Isabella busted in his door. She forced the kid in his room and spat out something about wand drawn. “Have you been in your dark hole for so long that you forgot how to knock?” He asked lightly as he let his feet fall to the ground and stood up from his chair. He leisurely strode over towards the boy that had broken the rule and looked down at him. His hair changing from green to blue in front of his eyes. “What should I do with you?” he pondered, his hand on his chin. He looked up and saw the Isabella was still there. “If you are done dragging my students around, you can go.” He smiled brightly at her, knowing it would bug her the most. He remembered how cold her and her family was and how much it bugged her when people were happy around her. She scoffed at his question and made a soft ticking noise with her tongue. "What about you, have you forgotten to teach your student's the rules?" She crossed her arms over her chest a small smirk starting to form on her lips as she waited to see what the student was going to be given as a punishment for pulling a wand." If you are done dragging my students around, you can go." His voice broke threw her thought of how she wanted to punish the student. The smirk was gone, replaced now with a look of annoyance and discuss. "I don't need your permission to leave." her face turned back to normal with the smirk playing on her dark rose-red lips. "In fact, I was wondering if you might need help with your lesson this morning." It was the perfect excuse to duel him and call it 'helping'. "After all isn't it about that time when you should be teaching them how to properly duel?" Her silver blue eyes sparkled as she thought back to when her father was alive, and she watched him duel a twit who had Aiden's position. "What do you say?" Bella asked mumbling 'Gryffindor' at the end of her last sentence. Aiden shook his head with a smile and looked back at Isabella. “Why yes, I am just about to the section on how to deal with snobby know it all. That would be the perfect end to the lesson.” The lone student looked confused as his two teachers bickered with one another. “I have not forgotten about you Tim, you will be doing detention with me tonight.” He said, not taking his eyes from Isabella. Her eyes were piercing and cold, which made him want to challenge her even more. “So, I assume you have an open period next? If so, feel free to come on by…” He said, the name “Tinker Bella” being whispered all too lightly, only enough for her to hear. Bella's jaw tightened some the smirk fading hearing a name she hated. "I do happen to be free and would love to help show the students how to deal with pompous whinny little freaks." She turned to leave and stopped in the doorway. "I'll meet you in your classroom to help." She giggled evilly before quickly strutting down the hall strait to the dungeons. "I'm not going to let a Gryffindor show me up!" she mumbled her words harsh and icy. Entering the office she slammed the door and threw the robe she was required to wear on the couch. She turned to lean on the desk so she was facing the door. On one side a picture of the door hung an empty frame while next to it hung one of a beautiful blond woman with the same silver-blue eyes. "Mother, I've challenged 'him' without... challenging him. I'm just not sure if I should just wear the robes during the fight or...go with this." She motioned to her body. The woman spoke softly. "You look beautiful daughter, those robes do nothing for you. Besides, you always have a better chance to win with that outfit." Isabella smiled at her mother and nodded before putting on a touch of gloss, grabbing the robe wrapping it around her and leaving. Aiden smirked as she left the room and escorted the boy out as well. He needed to rearrange the back room for the duel, put up the required protective barriers and make sure nothing was going to interrupt the battle. After all the preparations were made, he went into his personal room and found his dueling outfit. It clung to his body and stretched to whichever form he took. He refused to battle in his original form, or be in it in general. He then threw on his robe for formality reasons. And as soon as he left his room, students started filling the classroom. He smiled as he saw the last of the students fill into their seats.“Class, I have a special treat for you. Today I am going to show you the fundamentals of dueling, and defending yourself. We will have a surprise guest as my opponent. And we simply must wait until they get here. So if you will all please go into the practice room and take a seat.” He got everyone situated and waited for Isabella to arrive. Moving quickly her eyes sparkling with the fun she would have 'helping' Aiden with the class. She smirked and walked into the classroom finding it empty she moved farther in heading for the dueling room. "Hello Professor," her voice was unusually sweet. "I hope I didn't keep you and your class waiting for to long." Moving slowly she walked over to a side of the room pulling her robe off as she walked. Her tiny curved body was covered in a tight white top the seemed slightly strained over her large breasts while her skirt seemed a tad bit short for dress code falling just an inch or so below her toned bottom. "Just let me know when you are ready." "Ah, your famous tactic of distracting your opponent. Class I am sure you recognize your Potions professor. She has agreed to help in the demonstration." after he gave his speak, he dramatically threw off his robe, exposing his skin tight black shirt, and loose fitted jeans. He loved this attire as it gave him the most work-out and freedom of movement. His eyes roamed her body as did all the boys in the room." As you can see, your opponent may try to distract your attention from spell work. You need to keep a level head and never let them get the best of you. Now Professor, the rules are simple, no wordless magic, and nothing so advanced that the student will try to duplicate." He said as he pulled his wand out of his pocket and stood i the pre-designated circle. Her face turned into one of false shock about her famous distraction tactic. "Professor, I'm sure most of the girls here would say you are trying to distract little me." Moving to the other circle slowly Bella pulled her hair back into a ribbon wrapped ponytail. As she stood across from him, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander quickly over his body. 'He does...NO don't you finish that thought.' Her mind started to make and evaluation of his body but with a quick reminder of who he was she stopped. Crouching down slightly she pulled her wand out giving him a quick peek at her cleavage if he chose to take it. "The rules seem simple enough." He did take the glance at her cleavage and regretted the very moment of it. He had to straighten his face to get the image out of his mind. "Well if the rules are understood. At the count of three, let us begin. One ... Two ... Three..." At the moment he said three, his wand flipped in his hand. Aiden was always one with an unorthodox wand style, holding it out the bottom of his hand, pulling his dueling arm back. He sent out the bread and butter of dueling, the disarming charm. She tried to suppress a giggle at his little wand tricks while she tried to cast a small shield spell. Bell's attempt was a failure, and she ended up busting out laughing at him losing her wand in to possess. "Forgive me Professor I don't mean to laugh at you." She reached out her hand calling her wand back to her. "Very nice, but why not show them how to deflect a spell cast at them?" "What means does one have for defending when they can trick their opponent and cast one spell. I guess, however, you are right. Besides we both know that defense was not your forte. So please send on your first hit." He laughed at her attempt to goad him into losing concentration with her laughter. He held his wand once again behind him, ready to stop whatever she could throw at him. Furthermore, he wasn't the defense teacher for nothing. She smirked ignoring his comment. "Fine then." She scoffed lightly doing a few simple wand movements and cast the binding spell. "I hope this meet your approval professor." With a simple motion of his wand and announcement of his counter spell, the defense succeeded. "You see kids, everything can be defended if you have the right spell, the right mind set, and the right amount of patience. Granted not every duel will have your opponent let you be ready to defend, and not every battle will be fair. What you must do however, is stay to your standards and fight with the best you have." He bowed to Isabella. She returned the bow before moving off to the side of the room again. "He is right, and not all spells used against you will be 'nice'." Her voice betrayed a slight amount of joy as she thought of the forbidden three spells. "We will go over those spells next time in class. But for now, there is a defensive barrier up here and if you would like, you may take turns inside here. I will be watching and f I see anything violent, or dangerous I will not hesitate to break it up and punish both parties." He said as he walked out of the protection and motioned for Isabella to come out as well. Quickly she moved out of the protected area and to her robe. "Well if I'm not needed any longer I should be going." She smirked pulling her robe onto her arms leaving it open until she left the room. He nodded as she left the room and kept hi sees on the kids. He would never admit to her, but he enjoyed himself today. She was still the most annoying person he knew and would never see himself being anything more than a co-worker to her. He watched as the kids took turns charming and hexing each other. The rest of class went by smoothing and soon lunch was looming. He made his way to the dining hall to grab something early to eat before returning to work on his assignments. He lucked out and had a free period right after lunch so he never really had to rush after the meal. Classes seemed to fly by for her this morning, and she hated that it would mean she would have to deal with 'him' again. "He thinks he is so high and mighty, let's see him come down here and make a proper potion once." She scoffed at her own words and calmly walked up to the feasting hall for lunch praying that she wouldn't have to see him before her advanced potions. He decided to take a little longer to eat his lunch, maybe catch up with some of the other professors. He wasn't much of a social person around the school, being one of the two youngest professors on the roster. Furthermore, he decided to share some stories with Flit wick, hoping to maybe get some ideas on future lesson plans and to catch up on so of the newer charms that are constantly being created. As she spotted him at the head table she groaned and continued walking up for lunch. 'Just grab something, eat quickly, and leave.' She kept repeating in her head trying to ignore him. She just couldn't seem to get to focusing on her lunch. He saw her come in and grab lunch, he always found it funny how much she tried to ignore him. He was perfectly fine with co-existing as long as they weren't forced to work together. Furthermore, he was halfway through talking to Flit wick when McGonagall stopped then and motioned to himself. Furthermore, he followed the headmistress and looked innocent." I hear you gave a pretty exposing display to your students this morning." she questioned." Yeah, I was showing them the importance of never underestimating your opponent." He answered. They kept talking and she so walked off shaking her head, intent on talking to Isabella about it as well." Damn dress code" He cursed under his breath. She let out a sigh as he left, and she finished scarfing down her food. Quickly she ran out of the feasting hall only to be stopped by the head mistress. "Hello Professor, can I help you?" She tried to sound clueless even though she figured it had to do with the mornings happenings." Isabella REI Shape, what the hell were you wearing? You damn well know better than to wear anything like that, and if you don't remember why you were not allowed to come back until you begged me to let you come back to replace your father. If I hear about you wearing something like that one more time you will be asked to leave and not be allowed back no matter how much you beg me. Do you understand me, Miss Shape?" McGonigal finished her eyes colder than ice." Yes I do Professor, I'm sorry." Bella turned and quickly disappeared into the dungeons to prepare for the advanced potions class. As she entered the classroom she started mumbling under her breath. Aiden returned to his classroom with plenty of time to relax. He kicked up his feet and decided it would be fine to take a nap in his classroom. He set his wand to wake him before the next class so he would not have to worry about over sleeping. 'Today turned into quite the excitement' he thought to himself as he slowly dazed into a low mumbling sleep. As her class ended she let out a sigh. "Well lets see if I get anything more interesting happening today." As if on cue McGonigal walked into her classroom." Miss Shape, I have a small request to make of you." Isabella gulped fearing the request. "I want you to help with a club after lessons are done for the day." All Bella could do was nod while McGonigal left her classroom. Aiden got a letter right after his last class, requesting his aid in the room of requirements. It made reference to a club that he was asked to co-head for. He didn't know why a club would need to head, but he hoped that the other member was anyone but Bella. He put away all of his things from last class and made his way to the room. Furthermore, he was wondering what kind of club would need to be set in the room of requirements. Not many people knew about it, and those that did never tell what they used it for. Classes were finished and things were put away. "Well I guess it's time to go do this activity thing." She closed her eyes shaking her head some not wanting to do it but knew she had no choice. Leaving her robe on the back of her chair she left her classroom in a tight black dress that clung to her body and came down to her knees. "I know this dress is okay, and I can't get in trouble everything is covered." She sighed quickly heading up to the Room of Requirement. Aiden arrived in the room and found it a wide open space. There was a circular design on the ground with various shapes lettered there. He had a bad feeling he knew exactly what this club was going to be. It was going to be a dealing club. He had to facepalm when he realized it, and he sat in one of the chairs in the room. Now only one thing could top the obviousness of this evening, his co-head professor. Standing outside the entrance or at least where it is supposed to be doing what she was told a door appeared in front of her and she walked in. "No..." she knew what she had been roped into, and she was ready to run knowing what it was. "I don't do this shit!" Her voice was filled with anger her closed as she sank to the floor. "Why the hell do I get stuck with this?!" "Oh it only gets better." Aiden said as he stood up and pushed himself from the chair. He had to laugh at her little show of emotion about getting stuck in this club. Not sure if she even knew he was there. "I think your little choice of outfit caused a demand to see it more often." He teased he as he walked over the circle and examined it. He must say that the castle had good taste when it came to this room. It seemed like this would be perfect for what he would have wanted in the club. She stood up her face in complete shock. "Oh no, no... I can't do this with you." She backed into a wall shaking her head. "I doubt my outfit has anything to do with this." Her mind set seemed to change quite quickly, and soon she was back to her normal self. "Why are you even here? Making sure I don't kill the students?" "I wouldn't say kill, that is a little harsh for you, but maybe maim, paralyze or completely terrify the kids, maybe. And look, I am not so happy to be doing this either. But even you have to admit, we never know when these kids will need these skills. And we are the only two young people who can keep up with them." He sighed as he looked at her outfit. It was nice, nothing too revealing, but not something he would want his kids topee while they were at school. 'If I ever have kids' he thought jokingly." So what do you say, we put our little rivalry on the back burner for the sake of the kids. Besides, we both know that the only reason you are here to be the stickler on the rules. You Shapes' aren't known for their fun times." She scoffed some. "Then clearly you never attended one of my parties while I was still a student." She sighed thinking back to one quickly before pulling herself together. "Fine, I'll agree to put my issues outside this room and be...polite." "I said we are going to train the students not scare them, you being polite is just bloody ..." He shivered instead of continued but laughed at his joke. He looked around the room once more and returned to the seat he was originally at. "Well I think for today we should first decide on who we are allowing, what we are going to be doing, rules and times. So for the first couple days, I think it is just going to be me and you in here." He didn't very well like the idea, but he hated starting things without at least thinking things out a little. Even if the thinking part wasn't as productive. She glared at him. "So then I'll see you in a few days then?" Turning she headed for the 'door' and stopped. "After all this is you are of expertise, so I'll just let you set it all up." She smirked and turned back to leave. "You really think McGonigal will be happy that you walked out on this? It would be a shame if something slipped about your lack of participation and all. What with you already being close to the chopping block." His smirk was evil, he had found out through the rumor mill that her outfit stunt had landed her in some choppy water. He knew it was low to use that against her, but he was determined not to be the only one working on this. She turned with an eerie smile on her face. "Where did you hear that at?" She became slightly panicked and sighed. "Fine, what do I have to do so you don't tell her that I tried dumping this on you?" Bella knew she was defeated and couldn't run away from this even though she wanted to. Looking around she found another chair to sit in and slumped down some in it with her long pale legs crossed with the skirt rising up her legs to about mid thy. "Oh, all you have to do is just participate. It isn't like I am asking you to jump off the astronomy tower." He said as he looked around the room. He was trying to figure out what must be done. After a few minutes in thought he gave up. Throwing his hands up in defeat he jumped out of his seat. "I can't think, come one, a good old-fashioned duel always got my mind spinning. Are you up for a fight?" "I would rather jump." She sighed again leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She opened one eye giving him a look. "Do I look like I am? Do I even look like I want to be here?" She sighed again closing her eye. He threw his hands up in defeat. "No, you don't look like you want to be here, you never look like you want to be anywhere. You always have that, 'I am miserable, and I am going to make everyone's life miserable because of it' look on you. You need to liven up. Just because you are Slytherin doesn't mean you have to be all doom and gloom." Her face hardened. "At least I don't walk around acting all high and mighty, and I'm so much better than you." Her eyes had opened and turned into a glare. "If you think that you're going to goad me into dueling you then you are dead wrong." "I am confident with myself, and confident with my ability. If that is what you think is all high and mighty, then fine think that. I would rather think highly of myself and mope through life, slipping around like a snake. But then again, that is what you are." He growled at her in frustration. It was maddening that she could just sit there and take this, it bothered him that anyone could be so mellow and sullen all day. He strove to make kids be active, make kids be proud of themselves and what they are capable of doing. She smirked and suppressed a giggle. "Aw is the middle Gryffindor getting upset?" Isabella's voice childlike and teasing. Her eyes opened and she sat up strait. "Why duel me any way? Besides it's just a duel...nothing to be gained." "I will gain nothing but a clear mind. I have so many questions, thoughts, plans, everything is a jumbled mess up there. Dueling will help me clear my mind." He said, his body starting to get the shakes from frustration. "Now, however, would probably be a bad idea. I can't duel when I am frustrated and you of all people know why that is." "Well you gain something if we duel but what about me?" She sighed leaning back again. "So why can't you fight while frustrated? Afraid your spell will backfire?" She laughed before standing and walking around the room. "Or is it that while your frustrated you might lose for once, and it would be to a Slytherin but even worse a Shape." "No, when I am frustrated I don't think straight, and I might harm you. I may not like you, but I don't wish you to get hurt. And as for me losing to you, a Slytherin Shape, the oh well. When I lose it only means I have to work harder the next time. Besides, if it isn't in a bottle you aren't very good at it." She glared at him for a moment. "Well I'm sure that you can get the room to give you something to fight." She continued to wander around the room smirking. "After all they say this room gives you anything you ask for." "Well I doubt it gives me anything I want because I am wanting you to be an attractive model with interest in me and look what that brought me." He said sarcastically as he began to calm himself down. She rolled her eyes. "Wait... I think something is happening to me." Bell collapsed to the ground groaning her face hidden in her hands helping her hide the smirk playing on her lips her eyes sparkling as she waited for him to do something. 'This is going to be great,' she smirked more knowing this trick would be fun. Aiden gave her a funny look, not sure what it was that's he was pulling. He walked up to her, his fingers brushing against his wand in case she left up and tried something stupid. She continued groaning. "Oh I guess not, so why not try to get some practice dummy from the room." She walked over to the chairs and plopped down. "Fine." He said exasperated. He summoned some training dummies and was soon blasting them to pieces. They helped very little effort for him, but they were clearing his mind. For some reason he could not concentrate on the club, more so that he was thinking of Isabella, which only fed his frustration. He didn't want her to be on his mind, less in his life. She sighed watching him blowing up dummy after dummy. "Feeling better now?" "Slightly..." he mumbled under his breath, finally giving in to a sigh. "So lets start, what years do you think we should allow? I don't want a bunch of youngers flinging spells at each other, possibly hurting someone. Or themselves." "Fine if you have to take the fun out of it, I say second years and up." She sighed leaning back disappointed she wanted to see the damage that could be done by the little first years. "Second years are just learning the basics of spells. This is a club, not a class. I am thinking 5th and up. They have a firm understanding of what they are doing, and they will easily be able to handle themselves. Less work for us." He said as he sighed and waled back towards his chair. She sighed tilting her head back. "Alright fifth year and up." Her eyes closed as she muttered softly, "I think this whole thing is a waist." "Why is it a waste? We just had a part of students fighting in the halls, wouldn't this be a great way to let the older ones get their frustrations out. And besides, I think we might be able to have fun with this. That is, if you gave it a chance." He sat rubbing his temples, completely awestruck at how much she doubted the entertainment value of this idea. She sighed sitting back up. "There are better things that this room can be used for. Besides what help could I even be to these kids, I was always having to work harder on doing this...stuff." "There are many things this room can be used for, but we are asked to use it for this. You underestimate your skills. Besides, this has to be a better atmosphere than those dank dungeons." He said, always wondered how she could stand it down there. "At least down there its quiet and I don't have to put up with...you know what just forget it. Let's just get this stuff finished up so I can get to grading potions." She said with another sigh standing up walking around the room again. "What else do we need to get this stuff worked out?" "Well, we are going to need your potion expertise in case someone gets injured, so don't think you are absolutely no help. I guess after that all we need to do is start getting word out about the club. What day would you like to do this on?" He said getting up and sighing. He knew he had lost this battle, but he wasn't going to let it get hi down. Furthermore, he had too much work to do to be upset over this. She nodded making a list of potions in her head. "Wednesday, if that works for you." Slowly she made her way around the room to the door. "If it doesn't then Monday." "Weds day will be alright." He said with a nod before following her to the door. "Well it was ... fun working with you, I guess." he said as he followed her out the door and then started to make his trip to his classroom. It had been a long afternoon, and he had almost a full night of grades to get to. "Sure we can go with fun." She sighed and hurried to the dungeons mumbling and muttering the whole way. Finally reaching her classroom she sat down looking over the potions marking each with a grade before leaning back in her chair. "Why did I even think coming back here to teach was a good idea?" The question seemed to just hang in the air around her while her head moved to lay on the desk. Aiden passed a few students in the halls, and although they tried their best to hide from him, he didn't pay the mind. He was not in any mood to be a stickler of the rules this evening. He finally mad it to his classroom and sat at his desk. Looking down at the pile of parchment from the most recent report he assigned. He seriously wondered why he gave them so much work, if it only gave him that much more work. She sat up sighing again standing deciding she would wander the halls of the school. "Well if I'm this bored might as well entertain myself." Leaving the classroom a smirk came to play on her lips as Bella searched for students who were breaking the rules. Aiden was covered to his ears in parchments and essays. He was sure that after tonight he would never want to hear the word animals again. "I need to get out and about, I wonder what the kids are doing nowadays." He said to himself as he stood up and starched. His fingers were stiff, and every bone seemed to scream at the movement. He concentrated on his body and made himself look younger, look bolder before leaving his room. His professor robes the only sign of who he was. Isabella was very pleased with herself she had already caught two Hufflepuff's and three Ravenclaw's breaking the rules and had turned them all in to the respective house head. "If only I could find a Gryffindor, or even better a group of them. My day would be perfect." She sighed and smirked watching more closely for a Gryffindor just so she could deduct the house points from them at least. He walked around the halls, strangely not finding many kids around. It seemed that things had changed since his time at Hogwarts. He would see a few kids that were busy in each other's arms, trying to hide in the darkness what they were doing. He shook his head, watching the young kids in love and continued to walk by. The must-have seen the robes he was wearing, because he heard them whispering something and soon scurried off without another word. She grumbled and stopped at a window looking out. "I might as well go jump. There is no one anywhere to catch doing anything." A soft sigh escaped Isabella's lips. 'Why can't things be like they used to when I was here,' her mind wandered back to her days. There she sat her black hair down flowing around her as she starred out the window in her own little world. Aiden lazily walked through the halls, not really paying attention to anything. The dueling club more on his mind than his patrol duties. He still couldn't believe he got stuck with Isabella, and his optimism for the club was slowly faltering. He wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his cool around her. Furthermore, he knew that if he let his emotions get the better of him, he wouldn't be helping the students any more than he would be helping a dark lord. Furthermore, he let out an audible sigh when his eyes passed by a window. And standing in front of the window was Isabella. He wasn't sure if he should just turn around and forget he saw her, or try to be civil about it. It was true he was tired of the rivalry, something their parents started and wanted them to continue. But he didn't know anything else but the rivalry. "Hey..." His voice was soft and empty. He didn't feel like causing problems right now, and nor was he in the mood to be his usual bubbly self. "Hey," she was so lost in her own world that nothing seemed to register with her. "What's up?" She continued as if she was talking to someone else. Bella couldn't help but sound kind of sad as she spoke as her mind wandered over the things that happened while she was there that were hard on her. "Not a lot." He said as he leaned his back against the wall and looked down at the floor. He waved his feet to the side lazily. Furthermore, he was surprised she didn't just run off. Did this mean she was tired of the fighting too? Or was this just another one of her tricks? He shook his head of the thoughts, deciding to take it as it comes. "Students aren't as gutsy as they were when we were in school, huh?" He asked kicking a stray pebble against the wall across from him. "Yeah...that or they just happen to be even more sneaky than we were." She sighed again. "Although I loved the thrill of almost getting caught." A smirk came to her lips as she remembered running from McGonigal several times. Finally, she turned pulling herself out of her thoughts she was smiling a real smile. "I miss those days." Finishing she was looking up some still smiling. "I hear you there. Oh, how I miss using the hidden passages to get safely about." He let a small chuckle escape his lips. "You know, we may be teachers and all, but we still have rules we can break." He had a mischievous look on his face and a sly smile as he pushed off from the wall and looked at her. It had been too long since he caused any real trouble, and even though he mentioned it, he was struggling to figure anything out." Not like there is anything to do." He said with a defeated sigh as he leaned back against the wall. "Things were so much easier when we were younger. "Let's do it, let's break some rules!" She starts smirking and looks over at him for the first time since he came up to her. "I want to do something more than just what we have been told to do." Her mind is still off in its on little word remembering the fun times. "Well then, what do you have in mind? We don't have a curfew, but I think I may have a few dung bombs in my room. Something I confiscated from some students few days ago." His smirk returned with her excitement. Maybe they could work together and have some fun. He didn't look at it as working with a Shape, but with Isabella. He pushed off the wall again. "That is, unless you have a better idea." She smirked and nodded. "I have a few potions that I've been playing with..." Bella reached for his arm. "I need to test them out, and I was thinking using them on Ravenclaw. Will you help me?" "Ravenclaw was always too smart for their own good anyway." Aiden smirked as he followed after Isabella. "Dare I ask what these potions are supposed to do?" His curiosity was mixed with his knowledge of her sinister side. She could be very twisted if given the chance. She giggled. "Now that is the good question...you see I just sorta tossed things together until it made gorgeous colors." She smirked while turning to face him. "I have a few ideas you know like flame's or good or just fun." The brightness in her expression and her happiness seeped into him. "Well what better way to find out than to try them out on kids." He snickered as he followed behind her, his body changing into a form that would hide him well, young and lean. He did this when ever he wanted to blend in with the students and the only thing he was missing was the Ravenclaw robes, and he would be able to slip in almost unnoticed. "That is the best way to test any potion...after all..." She stopped herself and froze where she stood. "Wait a second..." She blinked a couple of times as her mind cleared, and it finally dawned on her who she was going to be pulling the pranks with. "Oh by Merlin's beard what am I doing?" Bella started running to the dungeons trying to figure out what just happened. Aiden's excitement shot down when she stopped and changed her tune. He was dumbfounded when she jetted off towards the dungeons and left him behind. Was she planning on having fun without him? Or did she realize it was him and decided against it. He sighed when her words finally sat in. "Well so much for a fun night." He said before turning around and making his way back to his room. Maybe he could still have a little fun with those dung bombs. "Why would I want to even bring him into testing my potions!" She screamed as she collapsed in the hall. "He had to have done something." She stormed off to try and find him. "I swear I'll..." Her words cut off as she wandered around trying to find him. 'Why would he do something like that to me?!' she thought to herself her whole body tense with the anger she felt. Aiden arrives in his classroom and had decided that his dung bomb idea wasn't worth the effort. Instead, he decided to just sit in his desk and lean his head back. For a moment he had thought that maybe they could co-exist and possible have fun together. He sighed as he stared at his ceiling, magical stars flashing across the woodwork. "What was I thinking? She wouldn't be nice to you, she never has before what was so special about now?" He spoke out loud before he sighed in defeat." I guess we weren't meant to be anything other than rivals, hated enemies. The true question is, when will it end?" He looked back at his desk and there was a picture of his graduating class. Although they were at separate ends of the class, he could see both himself and Bella smiling, glad to finally be leaving the halls of Hogwarts. "Oh the irony of those smiles." She burst through his door for the second time that day. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!!" had her fists bawled as her eyes shrank into a glare. "What spell did you cast on me?" Aiden jumped when she burst through the door. She was claiming he cast some spell on her, and he found that to be slightly humorous. He couldn't resist a small laugh as the realization came to mind. "Even you can't believe me and can co-exist. You want to know what I did? I was kind. No spell, no hex, just being a 'nice guy'." He made the quotation marks with his hands and shook his head. "There is no way you would be nice to me, you never have." She sighed and plopped down on one of the desks crossing her lets. "Shy would you try to be nice anyway?" He had to laugh when he saw her sit down, so determined that he was as evil and cold as she was. "I don't know about you, but I am sick and tired of all the fighting. This war was not something that started with us, so why should we be the ones continuing it? I am not fight, I am done with this hating you because of being you. From now on, if I am going to hate you, it is because of what you do not who you are. And busting down my door multiple times a day accusing me of jinxing you is a great start at that one ya' know?" He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand across the ceiling, causing the stars to disappear, and a thunderstorm take its place. He always felt more secure, calmer when there was a storm. And being the night was actually clear and calm, he figured he would make his own.

Rival Heads (Urowen & PrincessOfTheNight)|rating:3.0

Vore Total war

Mistrust and rivalries threatens to break and flood the world in a tide of total war, the war begins, and every side suffers great casualties cities have been left in ruins. The innocent cower in the darkness watching the battles and then salvaging the remains they do what they can to survive. Name;Age;sex;species;and with that we can begin to creation of our characters.... Name;Roseate;18sex;Female species;human Name; Belle Age; 1sex; Female species;Experimental Biotech (Unaffiliated with any side. She was originally designed by a smaller faction, as their trump card, but they all ended up being eaten by her, and she now intends to simply consume everyone on the planet herself.) Name; Kris Age; 16sex; Female species; Mouse-girl NameCodyAge14sexmalespecies human a prodigy child with military genius taught by the greatest minds he can make every strategy possible and he swears to try to fix this war and protect everyone he can. He is against more but does not mind when others do it. He refuses to eat a living organism. Name Kathy Age 20sex Yes please. (I mean, Female)species Human, pregnant with something. Kathy was just a normal human woman who was a little too friendly with every survivor she met, and ended up pregnant as a result. Unknown to her though, she was impregnated with a secret weapon and has been unable to give birth. It has also given her odd cravings. ((I hope other people are still interested in this. I'm going to start Ring to see if anyone else joins in.)) Kathy trudged down a road in the city's ruins, dressed in a brown ragged robe she had found which was barely draped over her massive belly. She carried a workout backpack which, although not too heavy, helped balance against her growing middle. Her hair had grown messy and hung from her head limply. And she was dirty. She hadn't taken a shower in weeks, and she was beginning to get hungry. She looked at the ruined building as she passed by, hoping to find one that didn't look like it would collapse on her if she entered. Furthermore, she finally found an old abandon fast food restaurant and stepped inside. The inside was relatively clean considering the situation of the city, but it was dark due to the power being off. She decided to set up camp here. She cleared out some of the desks and chairs, leaving a single desk and chair remaining as she took off her backpack and set it down on the table. Furthermore, she reached into it and pulled out a sleeping back which she laid on the floor. Furthermore, she then pulled out a fire starter kit and began to light a small fire on the ground to keep herself warm. It also lights the room quite nicely. She finally reached for a can of beans that she had with her, opened it, and set it to cook by the fire. She sat down on the chair and relaxed, placing her hands on her belly and rubbing gently. "This isn't too bad..." She said to herself optimistically. "I just wish there was someone here to keep me company... rose sighed she also had been through the cities ruins in her backpack she carried a couple of boxes of ammo and two oranges she was saving for a needy time and also a portable generator on her gun she had attached a torch she used that to see around her way opening the back door to a restaurant she used her gun to see around she heard someone else in the main restaurant and then decided to take a look around calling out "is someone in here" Kathy looked up as she heard someone call out. "Hello? Did someone say something?" She said, working to and up with her extra weight. She walked into the back of the restruant and saw Rose holding a gun. "Oh, don't shoot!" Rose shouted, putting her hands in the air. Rose looked curiously at Kathy sighing she lower her gun "hmm final It's good to see another living person around here"she says pocketing her gun before walking over to Kathy smiling "my name's rose I've been walking for awhile now and could real use a sleep" she says yawning "Oh." Kathy sighed in relief. "My names Kathy. It's good to see another living person around. I guess you could share my sleeping back with me, it should be big enough for two people..." She looked Rose over. Something about the girl made her feel odd. Part of her felt hungry, but another part of her felt horny. But she ignored those feelings as she showed Rose to her small indoor campsite. "Where did you come from, Rose?" rose smiled and followed Kathy to her indoor camp she sat down with her back against the wall her shirt was ripped she pulled off the bit that was hanging off and revealed part of her breast "well me I come from ah.............It's been so long I can't remember anymore this war has been going on for far too long i just ca't remember"rose says a little glumly but her smiles returns, and she lays back and closed her eyes ready to fall asleep Kathy stared at Rose's breasts, feeling herself growing hornier and hungrier. "Yeah, this war has been terrible..." She said, still staring. She slowly walked over to Rose as she began to fall asleep. Her stomach growled loudly, as if her baby was demanding to be fed. She looked down at Rose, who looked delicious. She had never eaten a person before, and wondered what was wrong with her, but almost couldn't control herself. "Uh, Rose, I think I'm going to eat you..." rose decided to ignore Kathy and held an orange i her hand before falling to sleep snoring loudly her head propped up against the wall and her legs out in front of her Kathy couldn't control herself any longer. She was a little sad that she was about to eat the first person she had met in a while, but she was just too hungry and Rose looked so good. She sat down next to Rose and grabbed her feet, lifting them into her mouth as she took a swallow. Furthermore, she swallowed up to her legs, forgetting to remove her clothes and shoes. But even then the taste was all right, it felt good to have something in her mouth besides beans. Rose snored and woke when she felt something wet around her legs she looked and saw Kathy swallowing her "hey no stop now please I'll do anything I'll even spare your life"she says grabbing her gun and aiming it at Kathy head Kathy froze in fear as the gun pointed at her head. She began to spit Rose back out and sat in front of her, hands in the air. "I'm sorry, please don't shoot me! I'm just pregnant and hungry!" rose sighed and tossed Kathy the orange she held in her other hand she smiled at Kathy "now that we got that out the way I'm hot"rose says as she takes off her top her gun no longer aimed at kathy caught the orange. It didn't look as tasty, but she peeled it and ate it anyway. Then she saw Rose take her top off, and stared at her breasts. Her hunger waned slightly, but she grew even hornier as she watched Rose. "Uh, Rose, I don't know if your into that sort of thing, but my I wonder if you would... Have sex with me?" She said, rubbing her pregnant belly. Rose was a little shocked at first "you want to have SEX! I um sure"rose says a little nervously and a little exited "but only if you promise not to eat me afterward" "I won't. I've just been so lonely..." Kathy said as she pulled off her robe, revealing her naked belly and bare chest, BER boobs slightly bigger than average because of her pregnancy. "I just haven't had anyone pleasure me in so long, and me and my baby need some company." She said, rubbing her bare belly once more. She didn't realize it, but inside wasn't a baby human, but something else. And it was hungry for Rose. Rose eyed Kathy and then slipped off her trousers revealing her panties"I know what you mean I haven't had anyone pleasure me in a long time also"rose says and moves over to Kathy and then kisses her on the lips Kathy returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Rose and hugging her tightly, pressing her against her belly. She stuck her tongue into Rose's mouth and tasted her from the inside, which didn't taste to bad either. She ran her hand down her back and rubbed Rose's hips and ass. Furthermore, she moved one hand to Rose's cunt and began to finger her. Rose smiled as she felt Kathy return her kiss and let out a little squeak in surprise when Kathy hugged her then when Kathy began to finger her she let out a moan in pleasure and then returned the favor by fingering Kathy's cunt Kathy moaned as she felt Rose's fingers in her pussy. She began to finger Rose faster as she felt something odd inside her. The baby seemed to be moving inside her, but she paid it no mind as she became lost in the bliss. She didn't even notice when something grabbed Rose's hand from inside Kathy's pussy. Rose moaned in pleasure, and then she screamed as something grabbed her hand. She tries to pull away, but the grip is too tight "Huh?" Kathy said, surprised by Rose's sudden scream. "R-Rose? What's wrong?" She said, moaning as she felt Rose's hand pulled inside of her. Whatever had grabbed Rose was starting to pull her inside of Kathy's vagina, and had already begun to pull in her elbow. "Louis... R-Rose? What's happening?! Are you okay?" She didn't know what was going on, but it felt good. Rose struggled and attempted to pull away from whatever it was that had her "no I'm not ok"rose says sticking her other free hand in and attempted to use it to pull away Kathy gasped as Rose shoved her other arm into her cunt, it felt so good. She couldn't even think straight anymore as she began to buck her hips in bliss. Whatever had grabbed Rose now grabbed her other arm and began to pull both of them in, she was now sucked up to her shoulders. "Oh Rose, deeper!" She said, reaching down and pushing Rose's head in as well, not being able to see what was going on around her large belly and thought that Rose was simply fingering her and eating her out. Rose sighed and began to struggle as her head was shoved into Kathy cunt and tried desperately to pull away Kathy continued to hump Rose's body like a giant dildo as her breasts were sucked in. "Oh god Rose, don't stop!" she shouted. As Rose was sucked in deeper her head emerged into the womb. It was dark and hard to see, but something with lots of tentacles was inside. One of the tentacles shot down Rose's throat as she was pulled in up to her stomach. Outside, Kathy was screaming with pleasure as she came for the first time, Rose waist sticking out of her giant cunt. Rose looked around for a few moments before something was shoved down her throat she decided to stop resisting and waited for the rest of her to enter Kathy's womb Kathy orgasmed again as the last of Rose was pulled into her. She lay on the floor, panting as she rubbed her stretched belly, which was now bigger than the rest of her. She lay there for a few seconds, before saying "Rose, that was amazing... Rose? Where did you go?" Kathy looked around, then realized that her stomach was huge! "Rose?!" Inside of Kathy's womb, the creature had pulled Rose all the way in and began exploring her with more tentacles. One went up her pussy and another up her ass, while another wrapped around her breasts. They began to fuck her mercilessly, causing the belly to rock and shake. Outside Kathy watched as her belly began to shake wildly. "Oh my god, Rose, are you inside me?!" She shouted. Rose felt herself get pulled all the way into Kathy then she felt the tentacles enter her, and she let out a little scream in pain "yea him in here"she calls out to Kathy "W-What happened?! Are you okay?!" Kathy shouted, feeling around her belly to see if she could feel Rose. Meanwhile, the tentacles continued to rape Rose. Suddenly, they all pulled out of her and Rose would begin to feel something enveloping her. Whatever was in there with her was now trying to eat her. Rose was about to say something when the tentacles exited her she sighed a breath and as she was about to say something again she felt something wrap around her Rose was suddenly moved from her womb into Kathy's stomach. There are pieces of orange in there with her. "Rose? What is happening in there?" rose felt strange as she was moved about then when she noticed the orange she started panicking and thrashing about in Kathy's stomach and says "that orange looked a lot better on the outside" rose felt strange as she was moved about then when she noticed the orange she started panicking and thrashing about in Kathy's stomach and says "that orange looked a lot better on the outside" rose felt strange as she was moved about then when she noticed the orange she started panicking and thrashing about in Kathy's stomach and says "that orange looked a lot better on the outside" Kathy clutched her stomach as Rose thrashed about inside. "Oh god..." She said as she suddenly felt the need to throw up. Rose suddenly fell out of her mouth and landed on the floor, still covered in stomach fluids. The orange lay next to her. Kathy lay on the floor, exhausted after what had happened. "H-How did you get in my stomach? Rose laid on the floor gasping and breathing the air in as she calmed down "i I don't know"she says nervously then sitting up and looking at Kathy "so where were we" Kathy stared at Rose, surprised that she seemed like she wanted to continue making love. "You want to keep having sex? What if whatever happened again? What if I accidentally digest you?" On cue, her stomach growled loudly, having given up the orange. "Oh man, I'm hungry... Oh, I forgot about those beans I was cooking!" She said as she turned back to the fire. The beans had finished cooking, and she quickly began to eat them. Rose smiled of course she had taken Kathy words rose smiled and nodded "of course I do and don't worry I'm sure it won't happen again"she says smiling Kathy finished the can of beans and looked back at Rose. "Alright, if you insist..." She got back up and walked over to Rose again, this time lowering her head and wrapping her lips around Rose's tit as she began to suck on her breast. She reached down to begin playing with Rose's cunt again as her other hand massaged her other breast. (This looks like it could be a lot of fun, mind if I join in?) ((Sure.)) Name: Package: 21Sex: Male Species: Human Description: Jack has shoulder-length hair, and it is as black as the night sky. He is in fairly good shape having traveled so much and encountering many good and bad creatures. He wears a black sleeveless shirt and cargo pants. Furthermore, he wears black steel-toed boots, because you never know when you might need to deliver a good kick to the crotch. Furthermore, he has a scar under his right eye, which he refuses to talk about whenever somebody asks. Furthermore, he carries around his trusty AK47 that he found and repaired along his journey, though he has limited ammo for said gun. Furthermore, he carries a pack of supplies on his back, it contains med kits, food, water, a tent, medicine, and just a little bit of weed, for those special times. Bio: Jack has almost always travelled the rugged, decaying ruins by himself. He helps out the occasional traveler, but that is about the only human interaction he's had, so needless to say his social skills are a little... rusty. His family died in the war, but instead of going to war with them, he left his home and wandered by himself, haunted by the shame of knowing he might have been able to save them had he been there. Jack was walking the wastes, holding his AK47 in firing position. You never know when something might come out, and he wasn't about to be taken off guard. He looked up and realized it was starting to get dark, so he would need to find somewhere to stay the night. He looked around and finally saw a small restaurant. Furthermore, he decided it was as good a place as any to spend the night, so he began walking towards it. Furthermore, he got to the door when he heard something. It sounded like two people... having sex. He gently opened the door and peered inside the restaurant. He saw Kathy and Rose fingering each other while Kathy sucked Rose's tit." Uh... hi?" He said in his deep voice. Rose moaning in pleasure didn't hear jack enter or what he said she just continued to moan in pleasure her eyes closed as she did so she eventually orgasmed onto Kathy's fingers Jack watched for a moment, then shook his head and held his gun up." Let me see your hands!" He shouted, this time making sure he was heard. He only had twenty shots for his AK47 and he didn't want to waste them, so he set the gun to "single-shot" instead of "Automatic". Rose moaned in pleasure again opening her eyes she hears a man talk nearby hearing the man say he wanted to see her hands she raised them in the air she didn't look around while doing this and moaned in pleasure again Jack turned to Kathy." You too! Hands up!" He shouted. He knew they were probably harmless, but he didn't want to take any chances. Kathy turned around as she heard Jack? "Huh? Oh my gosh!" She shouted, attempting to cover herself with her arms. "T-This is so embarrassing! Wait, why are you pointing a gun at us?!" She shouted as she realized what he was doing. Jack stood there for a moment, then lowered the gun." Who the fuck are you...?" He asked, looking from one of them to the other. "We should be asking that!" She shouted, as she reached for her robe and put it on. "You show up out of nowhere and point a gun at us!" He looked at Kathy, then over to Rose, then back to Kathy." I apologize." He said, "I did not mean to frighten you. I just came here to stay the night." "Well geese..." Kathy sighed, crossing her arms. "I guess that wouldn't be a problem, the more, the merrier. Just don't point a gun at us anymore." She sat down on one of the chairs. "My name's Kathy. Sorry about that show earlier, I didn't think anybody else would show up." She said, blushing slightly. "My name's Jack." Jack replied, he then turned to Rose, "What's your name?" rose blushes bright red and says "my name is rose"she says and then sits on a chair and pulled it so that she sat next to Kathy Jack looked from one of them to the other, then nodded. He walked over to the fire and dropped his bag. He rummaged through it for a moment, then pulled out some spam. Furthermore, he wanted to heat it up and eat it rather than have it cold like he usually did. Kathy stared in awe at the spam. She hadn't had any meat in months, and she didn't think Rose counted. "Are you going to share that?" She asked. "I mean, with my fire and beans, your spam, and Rose's last orange, we could have a pretty good meal." rose smiled at this "yeah we could have a real good meal"then she grinned at jack "say did you see anything you liked when you came in after all you must have been watching for a while"she says smiling Jack mulled over Kathy's question, then nodded. He popped open the spam and set the can near the fire. He then heard Rose's question and blushed. Furthermore, he hadn't had sex in... hell, he couldn't even remember how long it had been. Furthermore, he felt really awkward right now." So... uh..." He said nervously, "Seen anything interesting?" He didn't wait for an answer. Furthermore, he looked towards the spam, waiting for it to heat up. Kathy also blushed as she heard Rose's question. She just tried to ignore her as she started to prepare another can of beans. "Interesting?" She thought for a second. She didn't really feel like bringing up what had happened to Rose earlier. "Not really..." "Huh..." Jack grunted. He felt the spam, it was now warm to the touch. He cut the spam in thirds and handed one third to Rose and one third to Kathy. Furthermore, he then began munching on the rest of the spam as he stared vacantly into the fire. Jack continued to eat his spam. He didn't much care for the taste, but it was better than having an empty belly. He looked over to Rose and Kathy." Eat up." He said, then he turned back to the fire. Rose smiled she happily ate the spam then she split her last orange between them handing equal pieces to Kathy and jack "eat up now"she says as she happily ate her share of orange Jack took the orange and began eating it. It tasted so good. He hadn't had a piece of fruit in god knows how long. He would take a bite, savor the flavor, then swallow it. Before he knew it he had finished the orange. He wished he had more, then the thought left him, and he began eating his spam again. "Thanks." She said, smiling as she grabbed her piece of spam and popping it into her mouth. She savored the taste for a second, but all too quickly swallowed it down. "The beans a probably ready." She said as she took her piece of orange and swallowed it too. Her stomach growled, still not satisfied, the baby upset that it's mother had given up it's meal earlier. "Damn, you're still hungry?" Jack laughed when he heard Kathy's stomach growl. "It must be the pregnancy, eating for two must be tough. You can have my share of the beans, I don't like them much." "You wouldn't believe..." Kathy said, look back between Jack and Rose. They both looked delicious, but they both also had guns. And she didn't want to go eating the first people she has met in months. And why does she suddenly want to eat people? She sighed and picked up the beans, finishing the entire can before she could stop herself. "Uh... I guess I owe you two." "It's fine." Jack said, standing up. "I'm going to take a nap, I'm beat." With that he walked over to his pack and gun, and walked over to a corner where he dropped his stuff, lay down, and quickly fell asleep. Kathy watched Jack as he slept. "Rose," She began to say. "Do you think it would be okay if I ate him? I mean, it's not the kindest thing in the world to do, but I really want to. I don't know why. And then you could have his leftover spam..." Rose smiled nervously, and then she took away Jack's gun gave Kathy the thumbs up and walked over to her carrying joeys gun "yeah sure go ahead eat him" Jack, who was a light sleeper, heard the scraping of his gun being moved, immediately opened his eyes. He didn't sit upright, he didn't want them to know he was awake. He closed his eyes and listened to them. If they meant to kill him and take his supplies he was going to make sure they regretted it. He knew that even if they held all the guns, he still had the upper hand. He never showed them the 9-inch survival knife he had hidden under his pant leg. Furthermore, he was a seasoned fighter, and he knew if he was quick enough he could end this situation before they could have time to react. Kathy moved closer to him and sat next to his head, looking over him. She pushed him slightly to see if he would wake up easily. Now was Jack's chance. With lightning fast movements he pulled his knife from its sheath, got behind Kathy, and held the knife to her throat. He turned to Rose." Give me my fucking gun back. Now!" He shouted. Kathy stood there in surprise, shocked at what had just happened. She sat in Jack's grip silently. "If you want to live you'll tell your friend to give me my fucking gun." Jack whispered in Kathy's ear. He wasn't about to sit around and wait for them to do something to him. He pressed the knife closer to Kathy's throat. Name; Rage; 19sex; Male species; Wolf/humanly woke from his sleep and then walked to the edge of his cave, he heard voices, but they were faint, so he decided to check it out. Along the way he found some deer, he smiled and quickly attacked one getting all it's meat out of the body for later. (We aren't in a cave, we are in the remains of a fast food joint.) ((Ok didn't know that, I'll edit.)) Kathy continued to stand in Jack's grip, unsure of what to do. BYU sighed then decided to check the town for people. He turned into a wolf and ran through the town, he arrived at a broken down fast food joint. He sees Kathy, Rose, Kathy, and Jack so he howls before walking to them hoping to see if their peaceful. Jack heard the wolf, but he didn't care. He wanted his gun back, and he wanted it now."GIVE ME MY FUCKING GUN BACK NOW!!!" Jack yelled at Rose. He wasn't about to sit there and let them do god knows what to him. "ok, ok"Rose says and throws her gun back at jack "now let her go"she says a little angrily BYU looks at Jack and growls defensively before change to a human and moving the knife away from Kathy "Best not try anything boy, or I'll have to deal with you personal." Jack picked up his gun." Back off shape-shifter, or I'll give you another hole to breathe out of!" Jack shouted, putting a bit of a distance between himself and BYU. Jack turned towards Kathy." Just what the fuck were you planning on doing to me, huh?" He asked in a hostile tone. BYU looks to Jack then to the girls "What the hell is going on here." (In this one I'm Jack, not Elk) "I-I was just going to wake you up!!" Kathy shouted, thinking fast. "W-We didn't feel comfortable with you sleeping with a gun so close by so we took it, but I didn't want you to freak out if you woke up without your gun!" Rose sighed she pulled Kathy close to her "look Kathy if it makes you feel any better just eat me"she says smiling Jack raised his gun and aimed it at Kathy."BULLSHIT!!!" He shouted. "Tell me the truth NOW!" BYU growls as he looks to Jack "Settle down human, we can do this without violence." "Tell that to them!" Jack shouted, turning his head to look at BYU. "They were the ones who tried to take my gun away so they could do god knows what to me!" He then turned back to Kathy and Rose. "Tell me what you both were going to do, or I'll blow you both away!" BYU flashes in front of Jack holding the gun "Listen Human I can easily kill you, now put the gun away or experience some tremendous pain." Name: Advantage: 8Sex: Female Species: Cyborg Bioweapon Description: A little girl with blond hair and bright green eyes. She wears a long sleeved pink shirt, a short blue skirt, no shoes, and a black hat with the Roman numerals for zero through twenty-one embroidered on it's rim in silver. Bio: Wars always result in increasingly inventive, experimental weapons, and Arcane is one of them. She looks like a normal human, but has been cybernetically augmented with increased physical attributes, which had the side effect of halting her aging, and a set of twenty-two unique weapons based on the major arcane of a tarot card deck. Unfortunately, the lab where she was being worked on was discovered and bombed by an enemy faction, killing all of her creators. Arcane survived, but since no established purpose had been given to her, she now aimlessly wanders the Weirton wastelands.---Arcane stirred in her sleep, awakened by enraged shouting that had come from nearby. She yawned softly and rolled over onto her back, having been sleeping on the hood of an abandoned car. As she blinked the sleep from her eyes, she slowly sat up and slid off the hood of the car, looking around for the source of the voices. Jack wrestled his gun away from BYU, slung it on his back, then held up his knife." You'd take their side when they tried to harm me?!" Jack shouted heatedly. "I dare you to fall asleep, then you can see what those two sirens do to their victims! As for me, I ain't about to find out!" Kathy stood there, slightly feeling bad. She finally finds other people, lots of them, after months of seeing nobody. And of course, she starts a fight and can't stop trying to eat people. How embarrassing. "Bah!" Jack said angrily, "They are lucky I didn't kill them right away!" He looked over at Kathy and Rose. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't leave right now!" BYU looks to Jake then the two girls "So you can live another day Human." It wasn't hard to follow the voice of the shouting man, but since he certainly didn't sound friendly, Arcane tried to stay hidden as she did so. Eventually she spotted him, but wasn't close enough to make out who he was talking to. "You aren't exactly one to be making threats shape-shifter!" Jack shouted. "I may only be a human, but I have trained all my life to kill sacks of shit like you in fights!" BYU growls at Jack then disappears in a flash "Boy I'm no shape-shifter I'm a demon, now unless you want to end up dead best you leave." His sharp claws held against Jack's neck and heart digging into the skin. "Fuck you, I was here first. You want me to leave then you have to make me!" With that Jack stabbed down towards the claw that held him at the heart. BYU's senses made him quick and moved his claw before Jack hit it "Foolish Human, your too slow." Though Arcane was designed to be a weapon, she didn't want to risk getting caught up in this fight. Without warning, she dashed out of her hiding place, past the two men, and slid to a stop next to the two women who stood nearby, a place her childish mind deemed "safe". Jack stopped fighting and watched the child."... The fuck?" He said. He no longer cared about BYU. "Who are you?" He sheathed his knife and walked over to the child, bending down so she could look him in the eyes. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." He said, his voice now kind and gentle. "What's your name?" "... Arcana" she replied softly, still not at all comfortable around him, or the one he had just been fighting. "Arcane..." Jack repeated, a warm smile on his face, "That's a pretty name. How old are you?" Kathy stared at the little girl that was now sitting next to her, surprised and confused. People were just showing up by the minute! She continued to sit there quietly, not really daring to make a sound. Arcane considered the question, and found that she honestly didn't know. She had lost track of time after leaving the ruins of the lab, and wasn't sure how much time had passed since then. "Eight." she finally responded, thinking of the last birthday she remembered. "Well," Jack said, "My name is Jack, and you have nothing to fear from me." He extended one of his large hands for her to shake. He smiled warmly at her. Jack loved kids, and it was rare that he got to see one. Rose sat down next to Kathy "hey Kathy would you like to eat me"she asks seriously and smiling at the same time Arcane hesitated, still not sure if she felt safe around him, but eventually held out her hand and shook his own, her grip being surprisingly strong for her size. As she did, she noticed that her quick dash had left her hat a bit crooked, so she adjusted it with her other hand. Jack heard the query and then stood up. He looked at Kathy." Is that what you were going to do to me?" He asked, "If you were hungry I could have given you some more food." "W-What?! Why would you think I can eat a person? That's crazy!" She blurted out. "You wanted to eat me earlier"rose says pouting a little as she looked at Kathy Jack gave Kathy a look." I don't care if you did or didn't." Jack said calmly. "I am just saying if you were hungry you should have asked for more food, I have plenty." He walked over to his bag and pulled out a few containers of spam. He walked over to Kathy and handed one to her." How bout you?" He said, looking down at Arcane. "Are you hungry?" "Thanks..." Kathy stared at the container. It was a nice gesture, but not near enough food to placate her hunger. Rose sighed she Putin arm around Kathy "are even listening to mesh says a little frustrated Arcane shook her head in response to the man's question. "Not right now." she said, still acting a bit shy. BYU looked to people then sighed "If you people need food I have plenty at my home." Jack smiled at Arcane." Well, when you get hungry just let me know." He said warmly. He popped open one of the cans and began eating the spam himself. As he ate he took the remaining can and put it back in his bag. "Okay..." Arcane replied. She jumped slightly when the other man spoke, not noticing that he had rejoined the group. "Where do you live?" she asked him timidly. Jack looked over at BYU. He wasn't about to leave this little girl alone with any of them, not after they had nearly killed him." If she is going with you then so am I." He said flatly. This wasn't up for debate, he wasn't leaving this little girl. "Rose, I... Fine!" Kathy wasn't trying to be mean when she was ignoring Rose, she just didn't want everybody to think she was some kind of monster. But Rose's insistence, combined with her own hunger, finally caused her to give in. She grabbed Rose suddenly and quickly crammed her in, swallowing quickly as her belly grew larger with its meal. She finished her off just as quickly and soon Rose was gone, stretching out her tattered robes to the nearly bursting. Furthermore, she sighed contently and burped, before she realized what she had just done. "Oops... Excuse me..." Rose smiled happily as she entered Kathy's stomach she squirmed around a little on the inside well I hope your ok now" she says smiling Arcane had never seen anything like this, and naturally, she found it quite scary. The girl shrieked in surprise and was about to back away from Kathy, but her body responded to the threatening sight automatically, and something materialized around her. It was a ring, easily wider than Arcane was tall, and made of a very reflective substance that looked like liquid metal. The ring hovered in the air, at the height of Arcane's waist, slowly rotating in place as sparks of energy danced between its inner edge and Arcane's skin. Arcane went silent, seemingly ignoring what she had just seen as she stared at the floating ring in confusion, wondering what to make of it. Jack looked at Kathy." I knew it!" He said, a grin on his face. "You were going to eat me, weren't you?" "I-I didn't mean too, I couldn't help it!" She backed up away from what she assumed was some kind of death ring circling Arcane. "I'm sorry!" Arcane didn't pay any attention to Kathy, her attention fully focused on the strange ring. It didn't seem to be doing anything, and the sparks of energy that left to and from it didn't hurt. As she wondered what it was, a name popped into her head. X: The Wheel of Fortune. She wondered where the phrase came from, and what it meant. Jack looked down at Arcane. He wondered what this strange ring was. He looked at it, but he didn't dare touch it. BYU jumped in front of Kathy then looked to them "Settle down you two, she's pregnant and cravings can cause you to do crazy things." Jack paid no attention to BYU, he was much more interested in the ring around Arcane. He lifted one finger, then poked it. The Wheel, as Arcane decided to call it, did not respond to Jack's touch. In fact, it seemed to be fading, and moments later disappeared completely without a trace. Arcane looked around in confusion, wondering where it had gone. "That was... odd..." Jack said in a confused tone. "How did you do that?" "I don't know." Arcane responded. "I got scared, and then it was just...there." "Well," Jack said, trying not to sound impressed, "That explains how a little girl would be able to survive out here by herself. Regardless I am not leaving you, you never know when you might need me." Kathy rubbed her stomach as she watched what was going on. She felt bad for eating Rose, but she wasn't hungry anymore. "Thanks Rose..." She said, before looking back at BYU, and then to Arcane. "At least I'm not the only... Abnormal one here..." Rose smiled and pushed her hand against the stomach wall "your welcome and ugh it stinks in here" she says holding her nose BYU looked to Kathy and saw Rose push against her stomach "Hey listen if you need more food I can run to my cave and bring you guys some." "How about some air fresher"rose calls out from the stomach almost throwing up due to the smell "or at least get her some breathe mints" BYU smiles at Rose hearing parts of her words "I can do that, mint would probably be the best thing for you." "Where am I supposed to get mints in an apocalyptic wasteland?" BYU laughs to Kathy before smiling "I grow herbs and spices at my home, I need to keep a healthy diet you know." He then runs out of the abandoned fast food join and towards his cave.((I am Legend reference he grew plants after the virus made his home an apocalyptic wasteland.)) "Okay." Arcane said softly. She was somewhat hesitant after she had grown used to living all alone out here, but the man seemed nice enough, and sounded too insistent for arguing to do any good. Kathy watched as BYU ran off to his home. "I wonder what his home is like, it'll probably be better there than our camp here... If it's good enough to grow plants, maybe he has other stuff there." Rose held her legs as the acids coated her and began to burn away her skin "ow, ow hot ah it burns" Jack patted Arcane's head, then turned back to Kathy." You plan on letting her out before she gets killed or are you just going to leave her in there?" He asked. "I-I don't know. If I spit her out, I'll just get hungry again..." She said, looking at the floor. "Why can't you just eat something else?" Arcane asked. Rose screamed a little "it burns"she says looking around she notices the stomach acids her skin was red as her first couple of skin layers had been burnt away BYU returns with some fruit, mint, and meat "If you guys want I have some food here, and miss better let the girl out before she's digested." "Uh, I'm not exactly sure how... I'm not an expert at spitting people out..." She said, staring at the food. BYU sighed then walked up to Kathy "Ok open your mouth, and I'll get her out of you." "It burns"Rose says gasping now for air as the acids were up to her head and still burning away her skin "Alright, but what if I accidentally swallow you too?" She said as she opened her mouth as wide as possible. BYU didn't say anything and just reach down her treat feeling the acids burn him. "Grab my hand quickly." he says as he reaches into the acid for Rose's arm and hand. Rose looks up she sees BYU's hand smiling she grabs BYU hand and holds on tightly BYU felt Rose grab his hand, then tried pulling her out slowly. He started to pull her arm out then her head "Almost out miss, just hold on." Kathy tried to resist swallowing BYU as he reaches down her throat, he tasted just as good as Rose did. Before she could stop herself, she suddenly found herself grabbing and trying to swallow BYU as well. BYU felt Kathy grab him so he braces his body down, he then continues to try and pull Rose out. Rose tried to push BYU out and herself at the SME time but Kathy's body was saying otherwise Kathy continued to try and swallow them both down, unable to stop herself. She was just so hungry, and they both tasted so good... Arcane wanted to help them, but was afraid that Kathy would try to eat her too. "What should we do?" she asked Jack. Jack raised his gun and aimed it at Kathy's head." Listen closely Arcane." He said. "I want you to go into the back room and hide there. Don't leave until I come and get you." Arcane wanted to help too, but Jack's tone left no room for argument, so she did what she was told. Without another word, she turned and ran into the back room. She spotted a nice hiding place in the corner of the room, behind some pieces of debris, so she headed there and then sat down to wait. "Let them out before zero, or I will kill you and pull them out myself." Jack said calmly. "Five... Four..." BYU used his full strength and pulled Rose and him out of Kathy. He then panted and gave himself to Kathy "Human don't shoot her I'll be fine just make sure that she is well feed." He then fell down Kathy's gullet into the stomach acids where his body started to burn away for her and her child. Jack watched this happen. He then lowered his gun a bit." Let's get one thing clear." He said to Kathy. "You try to hurt me or that little girl and I will fucking end you. Do you understand me?" Kathy swallowed down BYU and fell to the floor, his weight being more than she could easily withstand. She glared angrily at Jack as he spoke. "Look, I appreciate your help earlier, but you don't need to talk to me like that! I didn't ask to suddenly start eating people, something's wrong with me! And you shouldn't curse like that in front of a child anyway!" Rose squealed a little as BYU WS forced next to her "so um what should we do now"she says smiling weakly "FYI, the child is in the other room. I sent her there in case I needed to put a bullet in you." Jack said. He shouldered his weapon and walked into the back room. "Arcane, it's okay, come on out." ((BYU pulled Rose out and then put himself in Kathy.)) Ryu felt his body start to disappear inside Kathy's acids as all his body started to disappear from her and reform somewhere else. ((whoops didn't read it properly))rose stood naked and sore looking at Kathy and looking around for BYU Arcane stood up and dusted herself off before walking over to Jack. "What happened?" she asked curiously. BYU was now gone from Kathy's stomach and reformed behind the group, he still had his clothes and fur. "Hello everyone how are you doing." he says with a smile on his face. Rose turns and looks at BYU she blushes a little when she sees he's naked but then runs over and hugs him giving him a kiss on the cheek "thank you for saving me" ((Again you misread the post he's clothed School hater.)) Ryu smiled to Rose then placed a hand on her cheek "Your welcome miss, besides it's the right thing to do." ((DOH silly me))Rose smiled a little and nodded she then turns away from BYU and looks at Kathy "Don't worry about it." Jack said to Arcane. He got on one knee so he could see her eye to eye. "Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself or anything did you?" "I'm fine." Arcane assured him. "Good." He said, a warm smile crossing his face. "Come on, let's go back to the others." He then stood up, took Arcane by the hand, and walked back to where the others were. Arcane held onto Jack's hand and silently followed him back to the rest of the group. "It's safe now?" she asked, looking at Kathy. BYU nodded his head to Arcane "Yeah it's safe now, your fine also the meat I brought should hold her when she gets hungry again." Kathy looked around at everybody, confused. The wolf man was alive? She didn't know what to think anymore. Was she turning into a monster? What if... What if her baby was the monster? Everything that was happening, it was all so strange. She couldn't handle it, and she simply fainted. BYU caught Kathy then laid her head on his lap "I guess I should explain why I'm still here. I have the ability to reform if eaten." Rose smiled she walked over to BYU "so what do we do now"she says nervously "soldiers will be here by tomorrow evening" BYU looked to Rose then smiled "My cave, if you need a place to stay and hide your welcome to stay with me." "Is she going to be okay?" Arcane asked, pointing to the passed out form of Kathy. BYU nods to Arcane "Yeah she just fainted from what's going on here." He then rubs Kathy's belly and then looks to Rose with a smile on his face. "Hey what are you so happy about"Rose says smiling as she stands next to BYU "oh I get it its cause I'm naked isn't it" BYU shrugged his shoulders to Rose "Maybe I am, or maybe I'm not, besides I'd be happy even if you were clothed." "Ah well so we should be moving unless there's anything else you'd like to do"Rose says with a small smile as she lies down upon the floor BYU shrugged his shoulders then picked up Kathy with no trouble "Nope, and miss if that was an invitation for sex I'll pass till we get to my cave." Jack picked up his pack." Let's get going then." He said. "Sex invite what are you on about anyway let's go"Rose says smiling as she walks out from the ruined restaurant BYU sighs then walks out of the restraint before looking around "Ok now follow me and stay close we don't want anyone lost along the way." He then carried Kathy on his back as he started walking from the town to his home in the forest. Jack followed after BYU, still holding Arcane's hand. He kept his AK-47 at the ready though, just in case anyone tried something he deemed threatening. Kathy remained unconscious as BYU carried her. BYU soon arrived at his home and sighed before setting Kathy on the ground "Ok were here, now don't make much noise because they can still find us here." Jack looked around the cave." Eh," he said, "beats sleeping outside..." He then turned to Arcane and knelt down so he could look her in the eye. "Don't go too far away from the cave." Jack warned, "We don't know what sort of beasties live out here, and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you. So just promise me you won't go too far away from the cave unless somebody goes with you. Can you do that?" "Alright, I promise." Arcane replied, letting go of Jack's hand and looking for a comfortable spot to relax in. "Good." Jack said with a smile. He stood back up and opened his backpack. Jack pulled out some weed and his pipe, then walked off into the forest. Once he was at a distance where nobody could see him he started smoking.

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We Are Alive

A stage decorated with a conveyor belt contraption stood toward the front of the townspeople of Death Valley. As usual, the richest were in the front and the poorest in the back. Everyone was dressed as if they were attending the Grammars. A man in a mask dressed in a black tuxedo and red dress shirt entered the stage. He held a microphone in his hand and he said in a masculine tone "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Tenth Anniversary of the Decision Ceremony." Claps rose from the audience and the man, assuming the mayor, bowed slightly. " Thank you, thank you. Now, today is the day that five lucky gentlemen are decided to have which beautiful human. We have done this for the past ten years, and today we have a special treat! The five mortals are themed! Yes, we will see five elemental dress themes this evening!" Cheers from the crowded auditorium rang through the five human girls' ears as they are tied by the ankles and their arms are tied to a chair. The mayor continued "Now the lucky gentlemen are..." He pulled out an envelope. "Jasper Crimson, Java, Fresh, Tarmac, and Michelangelo Hart. Please come to the stage to meet your mortal!" Gasps, giggles, and claps ran through the auditorium.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fray sat in the chair with the tape over her mouth. She wiggled and mumbled to escape. I need to get out of here[i], she thought as she looked around. [i]How dare they trick me in such a way! This is inhumane! She watched as a man with claws walked toward the lights and her eyes widened. Where am I? Am I going to die? Oh, gosh! I can't die! At least not now! Thresh, with a black hood over him came up. He was not fond of being in front of a lot of people. He looked around to see the girls. Thresh wasn't excited as much as the others for this. He shook the mayors hand and stood there. Destiny sat there staying completely still, her hair falling in front of her face as she looked down at her lap. She really didn't know what to think one side of her was happy because she was away from her whole life where she was technically already engaged whether she liked it or not and the other side of her was scared of what they were talking about and that is what shone in her bright electric blue eyes, fear. But luckily her purely-brown hair hid her face and eyes. Jasper being one of the richest was already on front. Some whistles were let out as he climbed onto the stage slowly, passing by the mayor he shook his hand. He had been waiting for this day for what seemed to have been forever. Finally, one of these little humans would be his. Jasper slowly walked past the row of girls, his piercing blue eyes flickering over each individual with a smirk. Each lady was lovely, but only one caught his eyes. He stood by the other man that was on the stage already, not bothering to look him over. Jasper scanned the crowd, the cheering faces of the other immortals perking him up. Thresh walked over to the girls and studied them carefully. Each one with a twinkle in his eyes. Then, Thresh walked back slowly and waited for the others. Java stood at the back of the crowd, and was surprised when he heard his name. He never had an interest in ceremony, but it was a tradition after all. With a sigh he walked up on stage. He wanted this go by quick, and the cheering of the crowd only annoyed him. Java looked over the girls, then to the crowd and waited for the rest of the winners to get on stage. Vivian looked out at the crowd, this was bordering on intolerable. Should she hate all of them for treating her like this, or perhaps her Uncle who probably had a hand in all of this, either way there wasn't anything she could do about it right now? She pulled against her restraints which seemed to be secure, no slipping out of this one. She took a moment to look at her clothing, the announcer guy said element themed so this light blue probably meant ice, how pleasant. If she could speak she would have probably grumbled something about not being cold-hearted. Destiny looked at the green eyes but quickly looked away not making eye contact. She then looked down and saw she was wearing white and a very light pink with some silver accents. 'I'm thinking my element is air then.' She thought to herself while still avoiding eye context with the guy in front of her. Thresh knelt before her and removed part of his hood, just so the sun couldn't reach it. "Hello." he said in a kind voice. "My name is Theresa. Don't be scared." Thresh said kindly. The mayor saw one of the young men talking with the human, and he said "Well, it seems we've already got a couple that is acquainted. Thresh, meet... Destiny! If you wish, we can stand her up." Faeya glared at the young men with pure hatred, but fear was evident also. She looked down at her red dress with orange and yellow accented swirls on her lap and she rolled her eyes. How original. I'm fire, she thought. Fray looked back up at the mayor and again glared. Mica looked into the eyes of the cheering crowd, hands in his pocket. He was surprised that he was chosen for this thing with all the dumb luck he's had lately. Mica stood tore his glare from the outlying people and scanned the women who wee tied up like...the word danced on Mica`s tongue. "Like animals." The supernaturals had these people tied up. Women for that matter. Mica shook his head and looked one of them dressed in blue. The veins around his blood-red eyes flared and defined, indicating a change in his emotions. A hunger grew within his body. A lust he wouldn't dare try to fight. "Hm. Oh boy, I guess I won something that I wasn't going for. I just hope she's intelligent." He smiled, walking up with a staff in his hand and staring at all the girls. He rubbed his chin a bit, pushed up his glasses, then stared over the Fray. Furthermore, he had a sort of empty emotion on his face, staring at her with unknown intentions. Then he smiled, walking over to her, then bowing to her. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Tarmac, a Druid, if you will." He poked a bit at her stomach and sides with his staff. "Hm...you look to be in shape. Could have a bit of meat on you, though." He went back in front of her and smiled again. "We're going to get along just fine." "Destiny..." Thresh said quietly. He looked at her and grabbed a knife out of his pocket. "Is that your name?" Destiny's eyes widened, 'How does he know my name and why is it that they are saying I'm part of a couple?' Destiny thought frantically as she was forced to stand up. She turned her face down again so she could hide her face still. Thresh pushes the men's arms away from Destiny. "Let her get up herself!" He yelled at them. Thresh held out his hand to help her up. Vivian continued to watch the people with indifference in her eyes, several men had already approached the stage. She watched as some of them targeted the surrounding girls, they were obviously being paired off, the idea almost sent a shiver through her. Vivian tried focusing on calmer thoughts, but her mind offered no peace, another person approached the stage she saw his eyes focus on her. A horrible feeling grew in the pit of her stomach, but she would not let it get the best of her. Avoiding his gaze she stared at anything but him. Mica sighed when the girl tore her eyes from him. He sometimes forgets he is no longer human, and his eyes scare humans. Mica decided to just go to her considering she's tied up. He knelt by the girl's side and put on a warm smile. Mica looked her up and down before saying in a warm tone, "Michelangelo Hart." He pulled the tape that obstructed her mouth so she could respond. Vivian took a deep breath as her mouth was uncovered, she thought briefly about screaming, but it probably wouldn't help. Mica seemed a bit less scary now, but she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling she had. "My name is Vivian." She managed to keep from stuttering, but her voice was clearly shaking. Adelyn sat in her chair, frozen in fear and shock. Her mind was still reeling ever since she had been tied up and brought to this place. She looked down at herself, looked down at the green dress she had been forced into. The man's words slowly sank into her brain as she registered them. I guess I'm earth then. She thought to herself. Luckily, after she almost had a panic attack, the people had left her red cloak draped over her shoulders so she had some comfort at least. She kept her eyes focused on the ground, too scared to look up. (ignore this post) His attention turned to the one in the red hood. Jasper slowly walked over to the girl in the green dress, but that burst of red is caught his eyes. "Peculiar fashion choice my dear." He crouched down to the level of her seat, gently putting her finger underneath her chin and lifting her chin so he could see her face. Jasper cracked a smile and stared at her "I'll take this one sir." He said in a stern tone. He looked her in the eyes, pulling her duct tape off then placing his hand on her shoulder. Mica hated seeing Vivian tied up. He wrapped his arms around her as if he were about to hug her, but felt about for the ropes that secured her hands together. With a quick tug, the ropes were snapped falling with a thud behind Vivian. He did the same with her feet and stood up offering her his hand taking note his touch will be cold. Vivian tensed slightly as Mica untied her arms and legs, she rubbed feeling into her wrists, they were a bit sore after being tied up. She took his hand, which was surprisingly cold, and stood up. Cool, calm, and collected, or at least she tried. From far way she looked fine but from close up there was a trace of fear on her face. Destiny nodded at him in thanks and silently stood there. She looked at him and saw the knife and backed away slightly her eyes widening in fear. What was going to happen? More specifically how did it involve him? Destiny just looked at him in shock her hair in a ponytail on top of her head but her bangs falling beside her face. She wore a white strapless top with a light pink fringe skirt. She also had a see through white vest type thing that was sleeveless and hung all the way to the floor with silver sparkles on it along with white thigh high-heeled boots and a long necklace with a wind symbol on it. Her makeup was done with a slight silver eyeshadow and simple black Eveline and some light pink lip gloss. Adelyn stiffened when she heard a voice speak up from next to her. She was too afraid to raise her head, but the owner of the voice did it for her, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to meet his eyes. She gazed back at him with wide blue eyes as he stated he would take her. Adelyn felt herself began to tremble, her fear increasing as the unknown knowledge of her fate hit her. What was going to happen to her? Just who was this man? She licked her lips, grateful for the removal of the duct tape, though it mattered not because her throat was so dry she doubted she could speak anyway. Thresh grabs Destiny's hands and cuts the rope that bound her. He then put the knife back n his pocket, and took off the tape on her mouth. "You are Destiny?" Thresh asked. Jasper slowly bent down, cutting the rope around her ankles with his nails. He looped his finger underneath the ropes around her wrist and pulled her up out off the chair. "I'll take this off at home. I don't know if you'll in away." He said with a blank expression and then her hooked his arm underneath hers. "Jasper Crimson, one of the richest in town." Jasper looked over at her and smirked, one of his fangs exposed just barely. "Who might you be doll face?" Adelyn felt relief when the biting ropes around her legs fell away though the comfort didn't last long; a squeak escaping her when he pulled her up from the chair. She stumbled slightly as she tried to regain her balance though it helped somewhat when he hooked his arm under hers. She gazed up at him with frightened eyes, whimpering very quietly at the sight of a fang jutting out from under his upper lip. Just what kind of place have I fallen into? She thought, panicked. She gulped, trying to find her voice. Eventually she managed to stutter out her name. "Madelyn." She shakily replied in a meek voice. Mica examined Vivien's hand. Her wrists were reddened from the constricting ropes. Mica pursed his lips. "Are you okay?" He asked still holding her hand, feeling her body heat warm his icy cold palm. His eyes glanced down at her neck for a few seconds before they snapped back to look at her. Jasper leaned in and brushed his cheek against hers just heirs whispering in her ear, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Adelyn." He pulled back with a straight face, loosening the restraints on her wrist, but not taking the ropes off. Jasper looked off into the crowd and smiled, then he glanced at Adelyn "I'm surprised you're not freaking out." "Yes I'm fine, the ropes were just a bit rough, thank you for taking them off." Vivian smiled, it was a bit forced, but there was real happiness there as well. She knew she could run, but she wasn't stupid, running would make her situation worse and there wasn't anything really worth running from. Vivian stared at Mica's hand, it was puzzling cool. "Mica, why is your hand so cold?" Corrupted Shadow said "Hm. Oh boy, I guess I won something that I wasn't going for. I just hope she's intelligent." He smiled, walking up with a staff in his hand and staring at all the girls. He rubbed his chin a bit, pushed up his glasses, then stared over the Fray. Furthermore, he had a sort of empty emotion on his face, staring at her with unknown intentions. Then he smiled, walking over to her, then bowing to her. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Tarmac, a Druid, if you will." He poked a bit at her stomach and sides with his staff. "Hm...you look to be in shape. Could have a bit of meat on you, though." He went back in front of her and smiled again. "We're going to get along just fine." Fray glared at the man and tried to wiggle from the restraints. She mumbled curses at him. What's that supposed to mean?! Jerk!, she thought as she gave him a look that said 'take this darn tape off my lips'. She hated the restrained feeling she had. Adelyn saw his gaze drop to her neck and she gulped softly, not liking the looks in his eyes. A small squeak of surprise escaped her when she felt his cheek brush hers, and she automatically flinched back slightly, cheeks tinting pink in embarrassment when she felt his breath caress her ear. When he loosened the ropes she wiggled her wrists a little, trying to get the blood circulating as she looked down at the ground, staring down at her feet. "You look like a helpless puppy... Here." Jasper cut the ropes off her wrists, letting them fall to the ground. He glanced at her and flipped his light gray colored out of his blue eyes. He shifted his standing pose as he turned to face Adelyn, chewing on his bottom lip gently. Something about this girl...was interesting. Mica assumed his eyes would give it away, but he could see that Vivian was not really sure if he was a vampire. "I uh-I'm a vampire." He said releasing her hand. Vivian's eyes widened, her original thought was that perhaps the strange colored eyes were just a strange genetic mutation. Never in a million years would she have first guessed that Mica was a vampire, "Oh...... A Vampire.… Silly me for thinking vampires aren't real." Adelyn rubbed her raw wrists, chaffed from where the ropes had been rubbing against her skin. "T-Thank you." She whispered, pulling her red cloak tighter around her for comfort. She peeked up at him from underneath her lashes, seeing that he was chewing on his bottom lip and staring at her. Adelyn shifted and fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of his gaze as she dropped her eyes to stare back at the ground. Jasper ran his hand through his hair and looked away with a sly smirk "Don't be scared, I won't harm you." He stood behind in front of her, his hands in his pockets as he once again, lifted her chin so she was looking at him. "Do you believe in myths Adelyn?" Adelyn gasped softly when her chin was yet again lifted, and she was forced to look into his eyes. Her cheeks tinted pink again, and she fought against herself not to look away, no matter how very much she wanted to. The question asked startled her, having not expected to be asked that. She blinked. "I-I guess I-I do." She answered. "That's good." He slowly bent down to her level and leaned in until his face was a good 6 inches away. "Because they are all true..." And with that Jasper winked and stood back up, brushing a leaf off her red cloak. Was she really afraid of him? Adelyn blinked again in confusion, wondering what he could possibly mean by that, they were all true? She pushed the thought to the back of her might, deciding to figure it out later. She glanced around at all the other girls and saw that the other men had already chosen who they wanted. What was going to happen now? Thresh cut the rope that held Destiny's legs together. "Can you walk?" he asked kindly. He looked at the crowed and smiled, then looked back to her. "You are alright, yes?" "Witches, werewolf, and of course..." Jasper circled her slowly with his hands behind his back, a wicked smile forming in the corner of his lips as he paused. He stopped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Vampires." Jasper blew a gentle breeze aimed at her neck then followed by a chuckle. Destiny nodded, "yes." She said silently answering all of his questions at once. She looked at him happy he was being so nice. Furthermore, she silently stood by him waiting for him to help her escape the looks of all the supernaturals in the crowd. Furthermore, she was uncomfortable. Thresh whispered, "I will get you to somewhere safe as soon as I can." He knew the look on her face, fear. He walked closer the crowed and showed a fake smile. Sapphire said Vivian's eyes widened, her original thought was that perhaps the strange colored eyes were just a strange genetic mutation. Never in a million years would she have first guessed that Mica was a vampire, "Oh...... A Vampire.… Silly me for thinking vampires aren't real." Mica smiled a bit. She's so naive. He took her hand once more. "Yes, it's true. I am a vampire." He said as the smile he wore faded away at the reality that he was immortal and Vivian was not. It left an empty feeling in his mind. Vivian was still in a state of shock, how could this be real, all he live she had been taught that there was the real world and then there was the world of stories. However, she could barely hear self think of the noise of the crowd. "I don't like this place, I mean this stage. I never liked crowds." Adelyn watched him apprehensively, a nervous feeling sweeping through her when he walked around behind her, and she resisted the urge to turn so she could keep him in her line a sight. She jumped slightly when she felt him place his hands on her shoulders, and suddenly she let out a small squeak, flinching away slightly when she felt a gentle breeze on her neck. The wind wasn't blowing at all so it could only have come from him. She trembled even more at his chuckle, feeling her fear increase. "I've teased you enough." Jasper said with a sigh as he completed his circle and now was in front of her once again. He looked her in the eyes with a blank expression "I'm sorry Adelyn. Please forgive me for teasing you." Jasper bowed his head and smiled back up at her. Maybe she honestly was afraid of him. Jasper looked down at the ground and frowned. Destiny nodded again, wishing lot to speak but only wanting an escape from where she was. She almost wanted to return to her past life. Save said Fray glared at the man and tried to wiggle from the restraints. She mumbled curses at him. she thought as she gave him a look that said 'take this darn tape off my lips'. She hated the restrained feeling she had. He grinned a little, walked over to her, and gently took the tape off....though it still probably hurt, he tried to be as gentle as he could be. "You didn't say please, that's a little rude of you to do, especially to someone who'll be taking care of you for the rest of your life." He adjusted his glasses a bit, a smirk forming on his face while he held himself up with a staff. His back was arched...almost as if it was broken, or he had some kind of disability. It was, however, unconfirmed, since he looked so young and fresh. Adelyn peeked up at him, hands gripping the hem of her shirt. "I-It's ok." She stammered in a quiet voice, blinking when she saw him look at the ground and frown. Fray glared. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" She struggled against the ropes. She hated this confined feeling. Furthermore, she wanted to get out. Furthermore, she quickly looked around at all the other girls and their 'partners' with a confused look. "What's going on here? Why are we tied up?" She looked back up at the man and said "and who said I'd be here for the rest of my life?!" "Well you see, it's easy." He smiled, cutting her down and holding her in closely. Almost as if he was hugging her. He stared down at her, grinned, and took off his glasses. "You were abandoned because up there...nobody loves you. However, here, I'll take care of you. I will keep you safe, warm, fed, groomed....all in the exchange that you don't run away. Sounds good, love?" He smirked again, petting her hair. Thresh turned to the mayor. "How soon can I leave?" he whispered. He put his cloak hood over his head so no one could see his face. Fray wiggled a bit with a small pout. "Who are you callin' love?" She looked up at him with a glint of deviance in her eyes. Her eyebrow rose and her tiny figure stiffened. "I don't take orders from people that I don't know and that are not older than me." A sly smirk appeared on her lips. He stayed smiling, which then turned into a bit of a crooked frown, then back into a smile. He then laughed quietly, which got a little bit louder and louder. Furthermore, he then grinned at her, a menacing look on his face as he pulled her away to bring her back to his home. "Oh don't be soignorantmylittledarling, I'm much, much more older than you can imagine...you can even say, I'm much older than this town itself..." His crooked back began to turn up into a strong posture, his arms began to hold her closer and had a much stronger grip on her as well. "Tell me, what's your name and do you like books?" Sapphire said Vivian was still in a state of shock, how could this be real, all he live she had been taught that there was the real world and then there was the world of stories. However, she could barely hear self think of the noise of the crowd. "I don't like this place, I mean this stage. I never liked crowds." "I'm not really sure when we are to leave. I don't much like this situation either." Mica said, frowning at the hooting crowd and wolf whistles that erupted every time the two so much as touched. He looked around him and saw that a pair had already left the stage. "I'm sure no one would mind if we slipped away for a bit, yeah?" Mica said spotting the door to the left of the stage. A sign overhead read 'Exit'. Vivian smile, "No I doubt that they would..." She followed his gaze to a door labeled 'exit'. She began to lead Mica to the door and the roars of the crowd became even louder making her cringe slightly. Thresh decided he did not need an answer. He walked over to Destiny and gently took her hand. "If you want we can leave now. Did I tell you my name?" Thresh asked. He looked at the others and those that where leaving. He knew she wanted to leave the stage as much as he did. "Thresh?" Destiny said slightly asking if that was correct. He had probably figured out by now that she was not one to talk very often. She really wanted off the stage also she hated the attention she was getting right now. "Yes. We can go now." Thresh said as he lifted he up. He saw the crowed cheer as heighten her. Why do they cheer for me? Have I done some brave? He waved at the crowed and took her behind the stage where no could see her. "Better, yes?" He smiled and showed one of his fangs. Destiny nodded breathing in deeply allowing her anxiety to slowly leave her although not much because this situation was still strange and overwhelming. She didn't know what to say but one thing she knew was that these weren't normal people, she had seen his fang when he smiled, and she knew they weren't normal. He was underneath a roof now so he could take off his hood. He reached for it and pulled it back, reveling his blue hair. "I am a vampire. But I don't feed on humans! Promos." He crossed his heart. "Now, what do you want to do? Go to a house? Get something to eat?" "I-I don't know" she said with a sigh of relief after finding out he doesn't feed on humans. She truly had no idea what to do. It wasn't her normal world in a way. She was new to everything here. "How about we go to my house. There you may rest and decide what you want to do next." He suggested. He didn't know if she was happy or scared. Mica lingered behind Vivian. A cold gust of wind escaped into the building as the doors opened, leading to the dark night outside. The exit led out to the south side of the stadium. The parking lot ahead was packed with cars and lit by streetlights that gave off a golden tint. A light drizzle, created a slight patter sound against the cars and ground. Mica turned to Vivian and spoke softly, "So where shall we go? You're choice. The least I can do is give you some sort of freewill considering I'm not allowed to let you leave my sight." Vivian opened her mouth to answer, but her stomach growled, basically doing most of the talking for her. "Well food would be nice, I suppose you wouldn't know any good restaurants." Vivian joked and thought for a moment, "A map would be nice if you have one." Destiny nodded and followed him, scared of what may happen but also grateful that he was kind to her, but she was still scared nonetheless. She walked silently just taking in the surroundings of the surrounding area. Mica thought for a moment as he walked to his car. He tried his best to recall restaurants he may have passed by or seen. "I'm afraid Andon't know anywhere to eat." Mica removed his keys from his pocket and clicked the car horn button. A short beep sounded off to Mica's left. His small black sports car sat in its place. Mica opened the passenger's side door and gestured from Vivian to enter. Vivian raised an eyebrow at the fancy sports car as she got in. "Well then I guess this will be a learning experience for both of us, naturally I have a lot of questions, but I'll try not to be too bothersome." Vivian smiled, she felt a bit sorry for Mica who was basically a glorified babysitter, sure people cheered for him, but she doubted they really envied him. Thresh took her to a small two-story story house. The walls where white with a black tile roof. It had three windows and a porch. On the porch was three rocking chairs. He opened the door and allowed her to step inside. "Here we are." An anger set into the pit of her stomach and she glared, her face reddening from the 'little' comment. "First off, I amnotignorant. If anything, I'm stubborn." She tried to wiggle a bit, but her constrained arms made her feel claustrophobic. "Second, donotsqueeze me too freaking hard. Third, my name is Fray, and it depends on the book. Now, if it's a horror then I don't need a book for it when I'm living it." She smirked slightly at her own joke. "Don't get to excited. I'm not one of those rich trots who idolize themselves." Mica said jokingly. "I won this thing in a raffle. I still don't even remember the name of it." Mica turned the key in the ignition starting the car giving off an exceptionally loud roar from the engine. The noise made Mica wince slightly, he never really got used to the noise. "You know I'm really sorry this is happening to you." Mica began. "I've never really been a supporter of this 'tradition'. I guess it's because I'm one of the few supernaturals who remember or know what it's like to be human." Vivian smiled softly at Mica's joke, but it faded as he continued, "It's really okay, there's no need to feel sorry for me, there is nothing up there that I long for or anyone to miss me either. Who ever organizes this chooses the candidates well." She thought about what he said for a bit and wondered out loud, "Is it that much of a difference, between being human and being a supernatural?" Mica began pulling out of the parking lot. "Yes," He started with an exasperated sigh. "Especially when you're immortal. You get to watch all of your friends cower in fear because of the new abomination they see, your family die off while you're cursed to watch the world around you slowly crumble until it finally fades from existence." Mica cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed for losing himself in his thoughts. "But on the plus side..." Mica thought for a moment. "I guess there is no plus side." Mica drove on the main road, looking about for anywhere to stop and eat. With each main point in Mica's answer Vivian shrunk back when he was finished she could only respond with a little "Oh." She was sorry she even asked as she watched buildings pass by. Noticing one particular grocery store she pointed, "How about there?" Her voice was still small after Mica's response to her earlier question. "Well, judging by the red on your face, it seems you really are in a horror." He laughed as he brought her a bit farther from the town. The houses began to thin in numbers, but the farther they got, the better the houses seemed in condition. Not only that, but the road seemed to be getting cleaner. Adjusting his glasses, he smiled again as he looked down at her, "Tell me something, how does someone with such a tiny body manage to live such a normal life? I don't mean this as an insult, but more of a curious and scientific purpose. That and you are quite the look, I must say." Mica looked over to where Vivian had pointed, and turned into the lot of the store. He parked near the front of the store and turned off the ignition. Mica exited the car and opened Vivian's side of the door offering her his hand. Sara_blood said Thresh took her to a small two-story story house. The walls where white with a black tile roof. It had three windows and a porch. On the porch was three rocking chairs. He opened the door and allowed her to step inside. "Here we are." Destiny looked around at the small house, it was nice but extremely different from what she has lived in her whole life. But to her, she was happy with it, she didn't like extravagant things that much anyway. The smaller things in life were better for her. Vivian took Mica's hand climbed out of the car, "Thank you. This may take a while since I'm assuming you don't have any food at home." She walked into the grocery store ignoring the attention she attracted, it was almost as if people could take one look at her and now she was new. It probably was because she hadn't been able to change out of the dress she was wearing. People, in her experience, didn't dress like this to go shopping. She filled a basket with basic food items and turned to Mica, clearly embarrassed she asked, "I.well...its just... I don't have any money, do you think you could pay for it?" Vivian had never needed to depend on someone like this before, and it made her quite uncomfortable. Mica shrugged. "Whatever you need. I'll be back I need to get some uh-blood. Meet you at the register, and don't talk to anyone." With that said Mica handed Vivian his debit card and walked off to the isle marked as 'blood'. The veins around Mica's eyes flared as they always do when he is in this part of a store. His nose flooded with a thousand different scents. Every drop of blood was stored in small vials containing about 1 ounce of blood per vial. Mica walked to the blood vials labeled as O negative. He could tell by the scent that this blood is from an animal or was made in a lab. Mica picked the blood up and headed back for Vivian. "Right." Vivian murmured and watched Mica walk away. She grabbed a few last items and headed towards the check-out, it almost made her laugh that there was a section devoted to blood and perhaps other things a supernatural being would need. She knew it shouldn't have felt so funny to her, but the whole town looked so normal on the outside, it was mostly little details that set it apart. Furthermore, she examined the debit card and waited for Mica, she handed the card back to him when he reached her. Furthermore, she glanced at a vial Mica had selected, reasoning that it was probably, well hopefully not forcibly taken from a human. "Don't freak, it's animal blood. I don't drink human blood." Mica took his card back and the basket Vivian held and placed it on the conveyor belt. The man working the register looked at Vivian and gave a warm smile. "She's a pretty one. Where'd you meet her?" Mica saw that he was a vampire. His canines were slightly extended. "She needed help so I-helped." Mica said not wanting to reveal where Vivian really came from. She was relieved that it was at least animal blood but the clerk' words broke through her thoughts, she blushed slightly and looked out the storefront windows. She moved to the end of the conveyed belt and waited for the bags she would carry. "So you're a human?" The clerk asked. Mica looked to Vivian who was blushing which gave away that she was a human. Mica sighed. "Yes, and she's my human, so keep looking." Mica said with a smile as the last food item was bagged. Mica grabbed a few of the bags and handed the clerk his card who now looked a little agitated. He shot Mica a dirty look and handed his card back when everything was paid for. "Guess we should head home now, yeah?" Mica said to Vivian. "Actually don't keep looking, I don't particularly appreciate it." Vivian said as she left the store. She turned to Mica, "What happened back there? Why would having an extra person to take care of be so desirable?" Vivian could not understand why people were so jealous of Mica as she carried her bags to his car. Something kept bothering her about the human this and my human that, "I want a full explanation of this 'tradition.'" Mica shrugged as he opened the trunk setting the groceries down and taking the ones in Vivian's hands. "There's not much to it. Supernaturals like to see themselves as the dominate species so we pretty much kidnap humans. There are rules, if these rules are broken there are consequences. Some which end in death." Mica realized he was yelling. "Listen," he spoke softer but still in a hard tone. "You don't understand that the things here don't want you for your looks they want you because you'd be a trophy to them. A social status. And that's only if you don't get stuck with a vampire who would use you as a human blood bag. I didn't mean to objectify you, I did it because if I didn't, you would be up for grabs. It's best if everyone knows that you are mine." Mica shut the trunk and approached his car door. Vivian flinched as Mica shouted, "Oh! And I'm sure I was supposed to know that already, guess I must have missed the memo." She snapped back and got into the car, without any doors being opened which was much to her relief. She replayed the conversation in her mind as she began to calm down, feeling guilty for speaking to Mica like that. Furthermore, she sighed and looked out the window while waiting for Mica. Thresh stood at the door and waited for her to go in. "Well? You go in now, yes?" Maybe she thinks I'm too freaky to want to stay. Thresh thought. "If you want to go back you can." He suggested. Mica got in the car shutting the door and starting the car. He pinched the bridge of his nose bringing some ease to the pressure in his head. Mica placed a hand on the top of the wheel. After a brief moment of silence Mica drove away from the store and to his house. Mica's house was given to him by an old friend. The two-story house glimmered in the moonlight. The porch is lined with pillars and fence lined the perimeter of the house. Mica pulled into the driveway and cut the car off. He climbed out of the car and opened Vivian's door, this time not offering her his hand. He walked to the back of the car opening the trunk. Vivian took in the sight of the house, it was a nice place, luckily not as big and gloomy as her old home. She refrained from grumbling about opening her own doors and climbed out, walking to the back of the car she grabbed some bags, before Mica could say anything she looked at him, "Look I'm sorry for what I said back there, it wasn't the right response, but what you did wasn't okay either. So we're even, I don't want to waste time pouting about it." Thresh walked into the hall and took off his cloak and hung it onto a hook. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Do you require any food?" he asked. Corrupted Shadow said "Well, judging by the red on your face, it seems you really are in a horror." He laughed as he brought her a bit farther from the town. The houses began to thin in numbers, but the farther they got, the better the houses seemed in condition. Not only that, but the road seemed to be getting cleaner. Adjusting his glasses, he smiled again as he looked down at her, "Tell me something, how does someone with such a tiny body manage to live such a normal life? I don't mean this as an insult, but more of a curious and scientific purpose. That and you are quite the look, I must say." Her blush turned a deep crimson. "I-I manage just fine! I can do anything a taller person can do! I just cannot reach for things." She looked down at her hands and fiddled with her them. "I just have to be more creative than taller people sometimes Also, what do you mean 'quite the look'? Some may take that as an insult." She crossed her arms rebelliously. Sapphire said Vivian took in the sight of the house, it was a nice place, luckily not as big and gloomy as her old home. She refrained from grumbling about opening her own doors and climbed out, walking to the back of the car she grabbed some bags, before Mica could say anything she looked at him, "Look I'm sorry for what I said back there, it wasn't the right response, but what you did wasn't okay either. So we're even, I don't want to waste time pouting about it." Mica nodded. 'And I'm sorry, because if you keep this attitude up you're as good as dead.' He thought to himself. Mica walked to the door, unlocked it and entered. He set the grocery bags down next to the door and walked towards the stairs straight across from the entrance. Mica motioned for Vivian to enter before climbing up the stairs and to his room. He raided his drawers for an extra shirt. The only clean clothes he had were a button-up shirt that looked way too big for Vivian and a pair of shorts that would also look too big. If Mica had a pulse a steady stream of red would stain his face. He'd never thought of anyone wearing his clothes, especially a girl. He shook the thought of and silently cursed himself for not thinking to get Vivian clothes at least for the night. Mica stopped by the linen closet by the stairs for a towel and other toiletries. He held out the items for Vivian. "Sorry but it's all I have. As you can see no one else lives here except me, so my clothes are the only ones in the house. Bathroom is upstairs first room on your right and there's an empty bedroom last right." Vivian was admiring the house when Mica handed her the clothes, "No need to worry, I appreciate all that you've done there is no need for you to apologize. Until today there was no reason to have any clothing in the house besides yours, there was no way you could have anticipated this." She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower after drying herself off she changed into the new clothes. They were too big, and the shorts threatened to slip off her waist if she moved too much, but she could deal with it. She rolled her sleeves up to her elbows and ripped of the bottom inch of her dress, by threading it through the belt loops in the shorts she had created a sort of make shift belt. After a moment of triumph she knew felt a bit silly for not just asking for a belt, but it felt good to rip the dress they made her wear. She tied her hair into a bun and exited the bathroom. She went downstairs and took the grocery bags into the kitchen, which she luckily found after only a bit of wandering, once every thing had been appropriately stored away Vivian made herself a sandwich. Furthermore, she didn't even bother with sitting down, opting rather to slowly eat the sandwich while staring out the kitchen window. Mica sat on a nearby table next to Vivian. "Are you okay?" He pulled the vial of blood from his pocket and unscrewed the metal cap. "I'm fine, I keep expecting to wake up or for someone to tell me this is some big prank. It's just so surreal." Vivian said quietly while putting the sandwich on a plate. Leaving her food on the counter she sat down across from Mica and stared off into the distance. "When I mean by 'quite the look', I mean it by, 'you sure are one sight', or something more simple, 'you're a cute thing'." He smiled, his hair covering his face just a little bit. He started to walk with a bit more power in his step, which he then stopped using his walking stick. It seemed as if he was getting younger...like he was changing into a different person entirely. "Also, you are pretty short. You sure you can reach a cabinet that high?" Thresh grabbed a soda and sat down on a chair. "You are free to move about this house. Do you require a room?" He thought for a moment.Of course she needs a room you idiot! There is a room upstairs of you need it." He pointed to the stairs at the side of the kitchen. Adelyn continued to stand there, occasionally peeking up at Jasper from under her bangs. She wondered why he just stood there, frowning at the ground and not moving. ~"I want to see your animal side"~Everyone in West ridge calls it Death Valley. No one knows that some call it home. Deadly beings live in Death Valley. They thrive on the fact that the humans "sacrifice" some of their women. They just don't realize that the women are alive and in love with the monsters they were to be killed by. It's around that time and the monsters have become much more picky on whom the humans are to fall for. They even made a few rules concerning this phenomenon: 1. You must not let them escape, or they will die.2. If they die, you will be punished for murder.3. Make them fall in love with you.4. Have an eye on them at all times.5. The people to have the humans are to be chosen in the Decision Ceremony and the human will be delivered during said ceremony. What happens when the humans are more than even the monsters can handle? Death Valley [+] Death Valley is at the bottom of a deep valley that is crawling with supernatural creatures. No one in the small town next to it that the valley has anything living in it. Anyway, back to how Death Valley is set up. Death Valley has a small town that replicates the town above them, but there isn't a beach or much sunlight so they are pretty pale. The town does have a pool, but the swimmers... lack swimsuits. The shops surround a fountain of a short man that created the town. The shops include everything anyone would need and a little more. Can anyone say a shopaholic's dream? The houses are behind the small town and set up where the closer to the town they live, the poorer they are. Rules [+] 1. The basic rules apply here: keep it PG-16, no auto-hitting, no god-modding, etc.2. Stay in Character in the IC. Don't change your personality all of a sudden.3. My word is law, meaning I can go in and change it.4. The races are ONLY loans, vampires, demons, and shape-shifters. PLEASE PM ME IF YOU WANT SOMETHING ELSE. Characters So Far [+] Humans (Females)-1. Savi2. Lyra3. Kitty4. Sophie5. Sapphire Supernaturals (Males)-1. Gossip2. Me The 3. Truely4. Scara5. Corrupt Character Sheet [+] -Appearance-Name:Age:Race:Personality: (no TBR)Biography: (no TBR; if human, please explain how you got to the Decision Ceremony)Supernatural/human partner: (this is a decision between everyone: do I choose for everyone or do you guys choose) My Character [+] {Fray Davis||17||Human}~Personality~Fray is a very determined girl. She doesn't like to give up or be told what to do. She frequently does the opposite just to prove that she wouldn't listen to them. Sometimes it backfires, but that's only if someone finds out her weakness. She is shy about her body, and she often doesn't find herself pretty. This effects the way she interacts with men... or lack there of. She is definitely not a flirt, but she can if she has a plan to get out. She's strong-willed and very courageous, but she's sensitive to something's and is not one to be fooled.~Biography~ Her parents were unstable when they had Fray. The hospital, against their policy, called social services and took Fray away. This only did more damage. Fray ended up in a home where it was survival of the fittest. Fray learned very quickly how to survive, though her thick-headdress made her rebel often. Her foster siblings were no help either. They beat her relentlessly if she stepped slightly out of line in their standards. At the age of 8, Fray joined a gang with her foster siblings out of force. Horrible things were done to her to be inducted into the gang, but the teen gang found out that her foster siblings lied so she could be in the gang. The gang murdered two of her foster siblings, and she was kicked out. Fray grew from that and decided not to let anyone push her around. She soon met Dawn, her best friend, when Dawn moved into the house. When she was about 10 years old, she lost her best friend due to one of her foster brothers selling drugs on the wrong side of the street. Dawn wanted to be something and be someone, not to grow up like Fray was raised to think she was to grow up: a drug addict and homeless. Fray, determined to do something in memory of her friend, decided she wanted to be a therapist. Fray became a huge bookworm, always studying and working hard so she could get to where she wants to go. In fact, she was called out of the library and taken to a helicopter. They told her that she was chosen to tour a prestigious college until she was handed a parachute and shoved out of the helicopter and into Death Valley! Fray had no clue that she would actually land in a small pond. When she did land, a group of people fished her out and tied her up before taking her to an auditorium much like the one at her school. ~Supernatural partner~(this is a decision between everyone: do I choose for everyone or do you guys choose) I would like a human female please. ^^ That picture is amazing O. O You got it and thanks he-he. I'd like to thank Google for the amazing image. Lol. Is there an age limit for the characters? The age limit is (16-18) so not to feel questionable about the age. Alright. ^^ What's the Decision Ceremony? The Decision Ceremony is when the supernatural beings are chosen from the batch for the human that is dropped down to them. Basically, the humans are on a stage and the supernatural beings decide who will "get the human". Dropped? Like psychically dropped? ~stands at 4'9~~weighs roughly 98 pounds~Adelyn Rowan but is called Little Red because of her hood16HumanAdelyn is a very sweet and kind individual. She puts everyone else's needs before her own and she will go out of her way to help people. She generally is very passive and keeps out of arguments though she will, at times, leap into one to try and calm everyone down; without any regards to her own safety. Furthermore, she is very shy to people she doesn't know but once she gets to know someone she is very bubbly and gentle. Furthermore, she hardly ever yells or raises her voice and in the midst of violence she tends to flee to somewhere quiet. Furthermore, she enjoys reading or drawing and does so to calm down, though she hardly ever shows her drawings to anyone. Adelyn is very insecure and is full of doubts about herself. She gets flustered very easily and tends to stutter and blush before she finally just gives up and hides her face. She hates making people upset and tends to become upset herself, and in most cases crying and apologizing. Even before Adelyn was born her mother expressed extreme dislike for her child. She never wanted to have one, and she would have had an abortion if not for her husband forcing her not too. Her mothers dislike grew into hate when Adelyn was born, and she didn't resemble either of her parents. Her mother from then on said that Adelyn was not her child and she didn't want to have anything to do with her. Adelyn's father raised her, considering her mother couldn't stand to be in the same room with her daughter. Adelyn put on a brave front, acting like her mothers actions didn't hurt her, but she cried herself to sleep every night wondering what she did to make her mother hate her so much. Adelyn's life turned for the worst when her father died in a car crash. The family had been driving to the beach for Adelyn's 10th birthday when Adelyn remembered she had forgotten her bear. She never went anywhere without it so she begged her father to turn around. He did and was across an intersection when a man ran the red light and slammed right into them. Her father was killed instantly, since it had been on his side and Adelyn and her mother were only bruised with some cuts. Her mothers dislike turned into hate, and she took out her anger on her daughter, abusing her with words and, when she turned 12, with fists. No one ever suspected a thing because Skylar hide the bruises. On Adelyn's 16th birthday her mother disappeared all day, leaving the young girl at home by herself. That night her mother came home smelling of alcohol. She saw Adelyn and immediately flew into a rage, hitting and kicking at her daughter, not even stopping with the little girl was on the floor curled into a ball. After that the neighbors burst down the doors because they heard the screaming and Adelyn was taken from her mother. Having no other relatives to speak of Adelyn was to be put in the orphanage, but before that could happen she was taken by a man. She didn't have a clue where he took her and her panic turned to terror when she was handed a parachute and pushed out of a plane. Adelyn fainted before she could hit the ground, a small pond breaking her fall. She was dragged out of the water, and she woke up, terrified in a strange place with other girls tied up next to her. (Partner: Open {And It doesn't matter to me whether we choose, or you choose though my thing with us being able to choose is that there might be arguments because more than one person might want to be partnered with the same person so in my personal opinion it would be a lot easier if you did the pairing})She never takes off her red cloak, not even when she sleeps. I'll make a supernatural male, if that's alright. We need males, don't we? Gossip Girl said I'll make a supernatural male, if that's alright. We need males, don't we? Yes, yes we do. XxLyraxX said Dropped? Like psychically dropped? Well, yes. They get a parachute, but that's it. Gossip Girl said I'll make a supernatural male, if that's alright. We need males, don't we? PLEASE! I'm working on him now! And if we need another one, I can do it too. Save said Well, yes. They get a parachute, but that's it. PLEASE! Okies. ^^ lol save your rps always need guys, huh? Well I'll have my cs up when I get out of school tomorrow. This seems like a fun RP. -Appearance- Name: Jasper Crimson Age: Appears to be 18. His actual age is 109. Race: Classic Vampire Personality: Jasper has been a stubborn boy since as long as he was remembered. He never admits anything and rarely shows feelings, because of course...he's basically dead. He only reveals emotions when forced or in a certain situation in where it calls for him to step up. Jasper on the outside is a cold-hearted, cruel and ruthless bastard, but on the inside, which he hates to admit he's a giant teddy bear. Caring, gentle, sweet, and a romantic softy. You just have to break him which won't be easy. Biography: Jasper does in fact belong to a wealthier family, which leaves him to live a bit further back in town. Where, it tends to be dark and spooky. Jasper was born with a gray appearance. His skin was as pale as can be along with his hair, but his eyes were a piercing blue. That's how he got most things he wanted. All he had to do was bat his pretty blue eyes. He was spoiled growing up, a snotty and rotten boy. Some of that personality still applies currently. He tends to stay away from his family now, often caught up in the library. Supernatural/human partner: Why not both? He-he it doesn't matter to me. I'll make a cs after my track meeting today :O I have a track meeting too o.o Accepted Bump OOO it's even. Bumped bump look at frosty go. -Appearance-Name: Average: 18Race: lycanPersonality: Java is very soft-spoken, and rarely talks. He comes off to most as serious, and calm. When in reality he's kind, but doesn't really know how to interact with others. He finds it hard to express himself, so he has a tendency to show (or try anyway) what he's feeling instead of talking. Biography: Java isn't very wealthy so he lives fairly close to the town. He doesn't remember much of his family, As far as he knows he doesn't have any family. Java doesn't like to talk about himself much or his past. Do to his kind nature he tries to help out the monsters who are less fortunate than him. Which has earned him a bit of reputation among the lower class monsters. Supernatural/human partner: I think it would be easier if you paired us up. The picture is broken!EDIT:Never mind :3 So is it ok? Yep! :) Accepted Yay! oh, by the way glad to see you again save. 3 #reunion. Lol, how many more do we need? I want to fill in a few more roles so it's not just the four of us, but if not then that's fine. Hey! Done ^^~stands at 4'9~~weighs roughly 98 pounds~Adelyn Rowan but is called Little Red because of her hood16HumanAdelyn is a very sweet and kind individual. She puts everyone else's needs before her own and she will go out of her way to help people. She generally is very passive and keeps out of arguments though she will, at times, leap into one to try and calm everyone down; without any regards to her own safety. Furthermore, she is very shy to people she doesn't know but once she gets to know someone she is very bubbly and gentle. Furthermore, she hardly ever yells or raises her voice and in the midst of violence she tends to flee to somewhere quiet. Furthermore, she enjoys reading or drawing and does so to calm down, though she hardly ever shows her drawings to anyone. Adelyn is very insecure and is full of doubts about herself. She gets flustered very easily and tends to stutter and blush before she finally just gives up and hides her face. She hates making people upset and tends to become upset herself, and in most cases crying and apologizing. Even before Adelyn was born her mother expressed extreme dislike for her child. She never wanted to have one, and she would have had an abortion if not for her husband forcing her not too. Her mothers dislike grew into hate when Adelyn was born, and she didn't resemble either of her parents. Her mother from then on said that Adelyn was not her child and she didn't want to have anything to do with her. Adelyn's father raised her, considering her mother couldn't stand to be in the same room with her daughter. Adelyn put on a brave front, acting like her mothers actions didn't hurt her, but she cried herself to sleep every night wondering what she did to make her mother hate her so much. Adelyn's life turned for the worst when her father died in a car crash. The family had been driving to the beach for Adelyn's 10th birthday when Adelyn remembered she had forgotten her bear. She never went anywhere without it so she begged her father to turn around. He did and was across an intersection when a man ran the red light and slammed right into them. Her father was killed instantly, since it had been on his side and Adelyn and her mother were only bruised with some cuts. Her mothers dislike turned into hate, and she took out her anger on her daughter, abusing her with words and, when she turned 12, with fists. No one ever suspected a thing because Skylar hide the bruises. On Adelyn's 16th birthday her mother disappeared all day, leaving the young girl at home by herself. That night her mother came home smelling of alcohol. She saw Adelyn and immediately flew into a rage, hitting and kicking at her daughter, not even stopping with the little girl was on the floor curled into a ball. After that the neighbors burst down the doors because they heard the screaming and Adelyn was taken from her mother. Having no other relatives to speak of Adelyn was to be put in the orphanage, but before that could happen she was taken by a man. She didn't have a clue where he took her and her panic turned to terror when she was handed a parachute and pushed out of a plane. Adelyn fainted before she could hit the ground, a small pond breaking her fall. She was dragged out of the water, and she woke up, terrified in a strange place with other girls tied up next to her. (Partner: Open {And It doesn't matter to me whether we choose or you choose though my thing with us being able to choose is that there might be arguments because more than one person might want to be partnered with the same person so in my personal opinion it would be a lot easier if you did the pairing})She never takes off her red cloak, not even when she sleeps. Awesome sauce! Now... To decide on the pairings. (Which is difficult, but it keeps my mind occupied) Save said Awesome sauce! Now... To decide on the pairings. (Which is difficult, but it keeps my mind occupied) If you need help just let me know. ^^ You got it! ^^ I don't mind who I'm placed with. Whatever works. ^.^ Newport! Am I too late? D: It's not too late, never too late! There are plenty of spots. Okay, can you reserve a spot for me PLX? I'm busy at the moment and I have another stinking track meeting tomorrow- _- Sure! Male or female? Male You got zit! Bumper cars Reserve for male. Yooooouuuuu got it! Hazard! ... [+] This ... [+] Is ... [+] POTATO!!!!!!!!! When I grow up, I want to be a potato. When I grow up, I want to be a FLYING potato. -Appearance-Name: Dressage: 18Race:Vampire Personality: Kind, shy, and if you mess with him, crazy Biography: Thresh was found in a dark part of the valley. He was found to have fangs, so it was decided he was no human. He grew up on the outside of the town, blown. When Fresh became 16 he had to feed. He snuck into town and feed. Now he is just a resident of the valley, just like all the others. Supernatural/human partner: None, yet. Wow. O. O the guys are filling up faster than the girls. Shocking XD Lol. It's true though... it's like the purest true. I would like to join and make a female character. 1. Accepted2. RIGHT?!3. Of course, Sapphire! I'm super new here and new to role playing, but yeah, I will try to do this! So this is my first ever female character yay!- Appearance - Erin Faith 16HumanErin Faith, or Erie - as her friends called her, was a very caring and loving person. And she smiled too, a lot. She would help you even if you're just a stranger walking on the streets, she would come over to you and say hi even if you didn't ask and for that, everyone loved her. She was that happy girl in town that likes to live life to its fullest. But all of that, almost all of that, ended when Kristopher came in and ruined everything. So Kristopher was Erin's boyfriend, who is absolutely nice or at least, he seemed so. Erin bumped into Kristopher on a Tuesday, when she was taking a walk with her favorite dog of all time, Sammy. So there Kristopher was, walking in the opposite direction with hands in his pocket and all of a sudden, Sammy barked, he hardly ever barked, sometimes Erie wondered if he barked at all. But on that Tuesday, he was barking at Kristopher. Erie should have known right then and there that Kristopher was no good, but she was too busy trying to stop Sammy and apologize to Kristopher that she forgot. And days passed by, Erie and Kristopher started something, something which Erie called 'love'. Like every normal girl, Erie loved her boy to no end. She loved him with every piece of happiness and sadness that she has in her. And their love was beautiful, truly beautiful. Until Kristopher stopped working at his usual place and started going to pubs. Whenever Erie asked, he would say he was trying to figure everything out and he needed time. She believed him. That night, Kristopher came to Erie's home and for the first time in weeks, he smelled like he was not drunk at all, he smelled like the normal Kristopher. He even asked Erie if she wanted to go out for a walk, and she was so happy she said yes without thinking. He walked her to the big tree, where they could lie down on the grass and see the beautiful night sky. It was her favorite spot, and she was with her favorite person. Then, a stranger showed up. He looked giant with muscles and dressed all in black. He just stepped out of nowhere and stared at Kristopher like they are planning something. Before Erie could get a single clue of what was going on, the man took her right hand and led her to somewhere she didn't know. She tried to scream, but her mouth was covered by the man's free hand and after a few minutes of struggling, Erie was shoved into a plane, she had no idea where the plane was from or how Kristopher was involved in this. The last thing she remembered, she was given a parachute and pushed into the open sky. She couldn't remember anything after she was thrown out like trashes on that plane, her back hurts so she opened her eyes to try to get a grip on everything and the memories came rushing back. She could still feel her heart ached, she didn't want to believe Kristopher did this to her. But it happened and Erie didn't have time for that. Her hands were now tied together, and she was lying on the ground with some other girls, panicked and confused in a place she had never seen before. Mind reserving me a place for Male? I might not be able to post my CS for maybe a day or two though, since I'm on a road trip to Chicago (brothers Naval Graduation.) When I arrive there, I'll be setting my laptop up and getting to work. Any problems with that? Better not be any problems... [+] Sophie2510 said I'm super new here and new to role playing, but yeah, I will try to do this! So this is my first ever female character yay! Erin Faith, or Erie - as her friends called her, was a very caring and loving person. And she smiled too, a lot. She would help you even if you're just a stranger walking on the streets, she would come over to you and say hi even if you didn't ask and for that, everyone loved her. She was that happy girl in town that likes to live life to its fullest. But all of that, almost all of that, ended when Kristopher came in and ruined everything. So Kristopher was Erin's boyfriend, who is absolutely nice or at least, he seemed so. Erin bumped into Kristopher on a Tuesday, when she was taking a walk with her favorite dog of all time, Sammy. So there Kristopher was, walking in the opposite direction with hands in his pocket and all of a sudden, Sammy barked, he hardly ever barked, sometimes Erie wondered if he barked at all. But on that Tuesday, he was barking at Kristopher. Erie should have known right then and there that Kristopher was no good, but she was too busy trying to stop Sammy and apologize to Kristopher that she forgot. And days passed by, Erie and Kristopher started something, something which Erie called 'love'. Like every normal girl, Erie loved her boy to no end. She loved him with every piece of happiness and sadness that she has in her. And their love was beautiful, truly beautiful. Until Kristopher stopped working at his usual place and started going to pubs. Whenever Erie asked, he would say he was trying to figure everything out and he needed time. She believed him. That night, Kristopher came to Erie's home and for the first time in weeks, he smelled like he was not drunk at all, he smelled like the normal Kristopher. He even asked Erie if she wanted to go out for a walk, and she was so happy she said yes without thinking. He walked her to the big tree, where they could lie down on the grass and see the beautiful night sky. It was her favorite spot, and she was with her favorite person. Then, a stranger showed up. He looked giant with muscles and dressed all in black. He just stepped out of nowhere and stared at Kristopher like they are planning something. Before Erie could get a single clue of what was going on, the man took her right hand and led her to somewhere she didn't know. She tried to scream, but her mouth was covered by the man's free hand and after a few minutes of struggling, Erie was shoved into a plane, she had no idea where the plane was from or how Kristopher was involved in this. The last thing she remembered, she was given a parachute and pushed into the open sky. She couldn't remember anything after she was thrown out like trashes on that plane, her back hurts so she opened her eyes to try to get a grip on everything and the memories came rushing back. She could still feel her heart ached, she didn't want to believe Kristopher did this to her. But it happened and Erie didn't have time for that. Her hands were now tied together, and she was lying on the ground with some other girls, panicked and confused in a place she had never seen before. Please separate your personality and your biography into two parts. I'm not sure how Erie's personality changed since you stated that. Also, where are the parents? The boyfriend isn't really the deciding factor on if she goes to Death Valley or not. He can be a side biography to why she changed, but he isn't an adult. The adults consent to whether the children go to Death Valley, seeing as this is a town decision. Also, your pictured is broken. After those fixes, you're accepted, and sorry for this. I'm not usually a stickler for these things, but I want to keep the characters in the plot. Corrupted Shadow said Mind reserving me a place for Male? I might not be able to post my CS for maybe a day or two though, since I'm on a road trip to Chicago (brothers Naval Graduation.) When I arrive there, I'll be setting my laptop up and getting to work. Any problems with that? XD no there are no problems with that; especially adding the comedic element to your question/statement. Lol Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi!!! I understand if you don't want me since I left the free role-play are for a bit, but I'd love to join as a female obviously! If I was a gm, I would reserve a spot for you. But you have to wait for Save. See! That makes every thing even, I still have to make my character though. Make it now, if you want. :/ Calm down, it's not like I haven't started it, I just need to finish it. Name: Unknown, but everyone in Death Valley calls him TarlachAge: Unknown, but he claims to be older than Death Valley itself and even helped in its construction. Race: Shape-shifter, though he prefers the term "Druid". Personality: Cocky, a bit of a smart ass, and downright intellectual. He acts high and mighty due to his extensive knowledge of almost....well, anything. However, the only real reason he knows so much is because of his Private Library that he crammed with books and notes that he took from all over the world in his travels. He can be kind and even go as far as being generous, but one has to ask for it nicely before he'll help. Biography: Nothing is confirmed on what his past is, but heclaimsthat this is his story: When he was a child, he had been born from the womb of nature itself. Grabbing himself a walking stick, he set out to pursue the knowledge of the world and all its creations, searching all over the globe. The older he got, the more he learned and the greater with shapeshifting he became. He decided to learn more about how he could shape-shift and what he could shape-shift into. Slowly, but surely, he began to uncover the secrets...and at last he discovered it; he could only transform into living beings he has killed. Grief stricken from this tragic realization, he used his knowledge and searched for a place that he could feel home in. It was when he was introduced into Death Valley by its very founder. Relieved to find such a welcoming place, he helped construct the foundation of Death Valley and was given a small little estate. Though not exactly big, it was fair size, and it suited his purpose for reading very well. Supernatural/human partner: I don't like choosing, put me with whoever you see fit! (Yes her hair is a purple-brown color) Just some more :P [+] Her as a child image of her in the future as she dreamed once DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THOSE PICS, I DIDN'T DRAW THEM I JUST REALLY LIKED THEM. Name: Destiny Evans (Nickname is Dizzy)Age: 17Race: Human Personality: Destiny used to be an outgoing, loving, caring, and fun girl. But that all changed as she grew older. She slowly became more quite and was rare to talk that some people thought she had gone mute. Her smile faded away and she became depressed. She pushed away everyone around her, no one could reach her and no one knew why, only she did. She turned to writing and drawing and became amazing at both. Furthermore, she has no self-confidence so she basically does anything that anyone tells her because she is afraid of what would happen if she didn't do it. Biography:Destiny grew up in a wealthy family that was known for throwing parties and being very generous and sophisticated people. This gave Destiny a sense of life where it would always be fun and nothing could possibly go wrong in her perfect life. Unfortunately she was wrong, when she was about 10 her father decided he wanted to send Destiny to a boarding school in a different state, but she didn't want to so he began yelling at her. Soon her mother came in and took Destiny's side which caused her mother and father to get into a terrible fight and her mother said she was going to go spend the night with her sister about an hour away and she left. Her father became very upset wishing the fight hadn't gotten that bad and hoped she would return tomorrow so he could apologize. One hour later her father received a call from the hospital saying that her mother had been hit while crossing the street to her sister's house and was in critical condition. Destiny and her father drove to the hospital and were sitting in the ER waiting room for what seemed like days even though it was only a few hours. The doctor came out with a solemn face and both her father and her knew what the news was on her mother. She had passed away. A week after the funeral her father began to become an angry man. He began to blame Destiny's mother's death on her because she wouldn't just agree to go to the boarding school. After a few months of her father's rage and blame she began to believe it herself. Her father then made a deal with a rich and wealthy business man that Destiny would marry the man's son when she was old enough. Destiny began to change, her life was no longer her choice, not after her mother's death, and she was too afraid to try and take back control because of what happened when she didn't just listen to him in the first place. The only thing she could do that was her own was to find her own passion which was writing and drawing. As years passed by her life only got worse, and eventually she got up enough courage to run away. She packed a small bag and took some money and ran. She continued on trying to get far away, but then she was found by the police, and she was put on a helicopter being told she was being taken home, but instead they pushed her out with a parachute in some unknown area. Her fall was cushioned by a lake and people came and retrieved her tying her up and taking her to a place where other girls around her age also were. Supernatural/human partner: You should just choose Theme Song: (Because I mainly write characters while listening to music and this is what was playing haha) (Sorry for the tiny pic)Name: Michelangelo (likes to go by Mica) Cartage: 17 (True age unknown)Race: Vampire Personality: Mica is very blunt in conversations and is known for his extreme sarcasm. He always plans ahead, being perceptive about his surroundings and taking in every little detail within his sight. Mica also has a knack for manipulating others and using smooth talk, especially with female counterparts. Biography: Mica originates from current Stockholm, Sweden where he lived with his mother Delilah, who is deceased, and his younger sister Elizabeth, also deceased. Mica still holds his dearest memories with his mother and siblings. His father however was never mentioned by his mother or older sister, so he has no recollection of him. Mica and his family lived in peace for many years until it was decoded that he stopped aging at the age of seventeen. He also was not able to eat regular food, and started to grow fangs as well. Mica became ill and had to be rushed to the hospital, and it was there that he had his first meal from a nurse who got too close during the time he was in a coma. After the incident he fled to Death Valley to attempt to live among others who are like him.(Worst bio evader)Supernatural/human partner: Open So everyone wants me to pair people up? Yup. Yupppppp I'll get to working, then! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy :D *runs in circles* yayyyyyyyyyyyyy *jumps on Lyra's back as she is running in circles and has a piggyback ride*WEEE yaayyyyyyy weeeeeeeeeeeeeee yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy FMA!!!! Alfons and short guilty!!!! Kitty said *jumps on Lyra's back as she is running in circles and has a piggyback ride*WEEE yaayyyyyyy weeeeeeeeeeeeeee yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy *clomps* HAI her :3 TruelyAwakened said FMA!!!! Alfons and short guilty!!!! WHO ARE YOU CALLIN' SHORT!? That blood though. He keeps bleeding, keeps keeping bleeding love! Jordan sparks in old.... LOL I LOVE THAT SONG!!!! Wait! I need Sapphire's CS before I can finish the CS in case I need to make any changes. Sara_blood said LOL I LOVE THAT SONG!!!! I like you kid. (You're probably not a kid but...you know.) Someone pm that girl. XD Gossip Girl said I like you kid. (You're probably not a kid but...you know.) Someone pm that girl. XD I like you too. And I think she isn't on. She's on. I don't know where she is though. I'm so sorry, I had a school meeting that ran super long, I feel terrible for making you guys wait so long. Don't read this. You are. Stop. Stop!YOU'RE STILL READING THIS!!!GATHER! It's okay. As long as it gets done. ^^ Did you read it? Girl don't worry about it. We will wait...he. I READ IT. Lol everybody does. Read the ten facts! Don't! They're evil! That made me rethink my life... Not really, just the last 10 seconds that it took me to read that. Teepee. I'm hungry...(._. I is a vamp, so I need blood. Sara_blood said I is a vamp, so I need blood. o.o *inches away slowly* 0-0 *hides behind Lyra and Kitty* XxLyraxX said o.o *inches away slowly* Not human. Cow would be good. And I need food...which is more important (._. TruelyAwakened said And I need food...which is more important (._. Die right now!!! ... *gives virtual skittles* We only have carrots in the fridge T_T I got stake. ^.^ Ew. .o. TruelyAwakened said Ew. I second this ew. XxLyraxX said I second this ew. Alright. How about bacon. Yeah! Ew to meat!*eats slim Jim aggressively* Sara_blood said Alright. How about bacon. Only if its crispy bacon. Save said Yeah! Ew to meat!*eats slim Jim aggressively* LOL XxLyraxX said only if its crispy bacon. Word. She is sapphire with that CS? *skips towards danger* danger yay! I'm a Shapes hi- Ahem....a Druid, so I don't exactly need to eat 24/7. I'll just use photosynthesis...or some stupid thing. Lol. Photosynthesis=plant fart um is there room for one more supernatural or is it taken? If not I'd like to save it. There is one more Supernatural and if anything, I have no problem doubling. Name: Vivian HartompkinsAge: 17Race: Human Personality: Vivian doesn't like to start fights, she tries to end them, but her efforts usually have the opposite effect. The only reason she might start a fight is if someone does something she really, really can't stand, most of the time she will simply tolerate whatever is bothering her. She can seem unsympathetic at times, but this is only because she doesn't want the people she cares about to become dependent on others. Vivian can be a bit of a smart ass, but she is generally a kind person. Biography: Vivian had a pretty normal childhood, her parents weren't around a lot but other than that there was nothing particularly peculiar about it. One day she received the news that her parents had died in a mysterious accident, she should have felt sad or angry, but she barely knew either of them, so there wasn't anything to miss. She was sent to live with her Uncle who made it very clear he didn't have time to waste on a silly little girl so he sent her to a boarding school so he wouldn't have to deal with her. She actually had been on her way there when she had been forced out of the plane with a parachute, she managed to land somewhat safely but ended up tangled in the parachute, so nobody even bothered to tie her up, there was no need, she had already done it for them. Supernatural/human partner: (this is a decision between everyone: do I choose for everyone or do you guys choose) Nice. If you did not see it, go back a page. *curtsy* Thank you! I'm still sorry it took so long. It's fine. Right guys? Yay, we can start!!!!!! *jumps up and down going around and hugging everyone* yup I mean you made the cs and that's what matters. Right everyone? *hugs back*Boohoo! Wait...w-was I accepted? I think so. WE MUST START! Well, Save must give the word first. Corrupted Shadow said Wait...w-was I accepted? You know I've been asking myself the same thing. Yes she must. SAV ICA!(you know like AMERICA but Save and umm ya...*walks away awkwardly* No, no kitty, that was very impressive.lol Kitty said SAV ICA! (you know like AMERICA but Save and umm ya...*walks away awkwardly* amazing. Really?! Thanks haha Save, is they accepted? OH MY GOD the biggest spider crawled on my screen. I thought was part of the video I was watching, but I realized it wasn't, so I chucked my phone. O: 1. DID I MISCALCULATE?!2. Sapphire is accepted!3. I. Literally. Just. Laughed. Myself. To. Death. Lol. *imagines that happening* Nononononononononononope X[SPIDERS ARE NO LAUGHING MATTER I ALMOST PEED MYSELF. *snickers behind a bush* *goes and hugs save*You scared her! *acts scared* YEAH! TruelyAwakened said SPIDERS ARE NO LAUGHING MATTER I ALMOST PEED MYSELF. Burn the spider and the phone, for a good measure you should probably burn every thing. Remines me of this time when I felt like someone was tickling me while was trying to go to bed, I lifted the covers and there was a huge spider crawling on my legs. Worst moment of my life. Ever. I'm going to sleeps guys. Got pole vault practice with my helper person...she's a senior ;DDDDDAnd I would cry if that ever happened to me... Might want to burn it now. I can provide the lighter but not the insurance. Are we going to start this or what? ... I can provide the stores. Save said ... I can provide the stores. Ooooooooo yummmmmmmyyyyyy XD Sara_blood said Are we going to start this or what? WE WILL START ONCE I PAIR EVERYONE UP AND ALSO RECOUNT! Can someone count how many girls and how many guys so we can get this done quicker? I'm going to bed I'll post tomorrow if its up. Okay! Night! And have fun with that senior! ’D SMORES!!!!! They taste particularly good when roasting over a fire fueled by priceless sentimental items. Also, parings... any hints? ’D Sapphire said STORES!!!!! They taste particularly good when roasting over a fire fueled by priceless sentimental items. Also, parings... any hints? I will give hints when I have the count. 3 4 girls, 5 guys. I thought it was all even... Me too. 5 GIRLS5 GUYS ALL FINISHED YES! Now, to look at the girls.EDIT: WAIT!!! I MEANT!!! THAT!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!! Dang Habit! Well that just means 2 guys to a girl. Love triangle! No? Ok... Maybe no love triangle. GIRLS-Save-Lyra-Sophie-Kitty-SapphireBOYS-Scara-True-Gossip-Shadow-Me The Insane 5 girls, 5 guys. Then it has been noted and clarified to all, so we can stop confirming it. Lol. If you guys don't like the pairings or wish to switch, please tell me. Thanks! Pairings [+] Jasper~AdelynJavak~Erie Fresh~DestinyTarlack~ FaeyaMicha~ Vivian yay we can start soon right. I'm totally fine with them. ^^ No objections here, but I just noticed that my character's last name is very similar to Mica's...oops... As am I. Ditto. No problems also creating a list with everyone's CS in it for you :) Yay! And THANK YOU SO MUCH KITTY!!!!! Boohoo! FEMALES Fray Davis : Save [+] {Fray Davis||17||Human}~Personality~Fray is a very determined girl. She doesn't like to give up or be told what to do. She frequently does the opposite just to prove that she wouldn't listen to them. Sometimes it backfires, but that's only if someone finds out her weakness. She is shy about her body, and she often doesn't find herself pretty. This effects the way she interacts with men... or lack there of. She is definitely not a flirt, but she can if she has a plan to get out. She's strong-willed and very courageous, but she's sensitive to something's and is not one to be fooled.~Biography~Her parents were unstable when they had Fray. The hospital, against their policy, called social services and took Fray away. This only did more damage. Fray ended up in a home where it was survival of the fittest. Fray learned very quickly how to survive, though her thick-headdress made her rebel often. Her foster siblings were no help either. They beat her relentlessly if she stepped slightly out of line in their standards. At the age of 8, Fray joined a gang with her foster siblings out of force. Horrible things were done to her to be inducted into the gang, but the teen gang found out that her foster siblings lied so she could be in the gang. The gang murdered two of her foster siblings, and she was kicked out. Fray grew from that and decided not to let anyone push her around. She soon met Dawn, her best friend, when Dawn moved into the house. When she was about 10 years old, she lost her best friend due to one of her foster brothers selling drugs on the wrong side of the street. Dawn wanted to be something and be someone, not to grow up like Fray was raised to think she was to grow up: a drug addict and homeless. Fray, determined to do something in memory of her friend, decided she wanted to be a therapist. Fray became a huge bookworm, always studying and working hard so she could get to where she wants to go. In fact, she was called out of the library and taken to a helicopter. They told her that she was chosen to tour a prestigious college until she was handed a parachute and shoved out of the helicopter and into Death Valley! Fray had no clue that she would actually land in a small pond. When she did land, a group of people fished her out and tied her up before taking her to an auditorium much like the one at her school. ~Supernatural partner~Tarlack (this is a decision between everyone: do I choose for everyone or do you guys choose) Adelyn Rowan : XxLyraxX [+] ~stands at 4'9~~weighs roughly 98 pounds~Adelyn Rowan but is called Little Red because of her hood16HumanAdelyn is a very sweet and kind individual. She puts everyone else's needs before her own and she will go out of her way to help people. She generally is very passive and keeps out of arguments though she will, at times, leap into one to try and calm everyone down; without any regards to her own safety. Furthermore, she is very shy to people she doesn't know but once she gets to know someone she is very bubbly and gentle. Furthermore, she hardly ever yells or raises her voice and in the midst of violence she tends to flee to somewhere quiet. Furthermore, she enjoys reading or drawing and does so to calm down, though she hardly ever shows her drawings to anyone. Adelyn is very insecure and is full of doubts about herself. She gets flustered very easily and tends to stutter and blush before she finally just gives up and hides her face. She hates making people upset and tends to become upset herself, and in most cases crying and apologizing. Even before Adelyn was born her mother expressed extreme dislike for her child. She never wanted to have one, and she would have had an abortion if not for her husband forcing her not too. Her mothers dislike grew into hate when Adelyn was born, and she didn't resemble either of her parents. Her mother from then on said that Adelyn was not her child and she didn't want to have anything to do with her. Adelyn's father raised her, considering her mother couldn't stand to be in the same room with her daughter. Adelyn put on a brave front, acting like her mothers actions didn't hurt her, but she cried herself to sleep every night wondering what she did to make her mother hate her so much. Adelyn's life turned for the worst when her father died in a car crash. The family had been driving to the beach for Adelyn's 10th birthday when Adelyn remembered she had forgotten her bear. She never went anywhere without it so she begged her father to turn around. He did and was across an intersection when a man ran the red light and slammed right into them. Her father was killed instantly, since it had been on his side and Adelyn and her mother were only bruised with some cuts. Her mothers dislike turned into hate, and she took out her anger on her daughter, abusing her with words and, when she turned 12, with fists. No one ever suspected a thing because Skylar hide the bruises. On Adelyn's 16th birthday her mother disappeared all day, leaving the young girl at home by herself. That night her mother came home smelling of alcohol. She saw Adelyn and immediately flew into a rage, hitting and kicking at her daughter, not even stopping with the little girl was on the floor curled into a ball. After that the neighbors burst down the doors because they heard the screaming and Adelyn was taken from her mother. Having no other relatives to speak of Adelyn was to be put in the orphanage, but before that could happen she was taken by a man. She didn't have a clue where he took her and her panic turned to terror when she was handed a parachute and pushed out of a plane. Adelyn fainted before she could hit the ground, a small pond breaking her fall. She was dragged out of the water, and she woke up, terrified in a strange place with other girls tied up next to her. Partner: Jasper She never takes off her red cloak, not even when she sleeps. Erie Faith : Sophie2510 [+] Not sure if accepted, so I didn't include, but she is on page 3 Destiny Evans : Kitty [+] (Yes her hair is a purple-brown color)Extra Images Her as a child image of her in the future as she dreamed once DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THOSE PICS, I DIDN'T DRAW THEM I JUST REALLY LIKED THEM. Name: Destiny Evans (Nickname is Dizzy)Age: 17Race: Human Personality: Destiny used to be an outgoing, loving, caring, and fun girl. But that all changed as she grew older. She slowly became more quite and was rare to talk that some people thought she had gone mute. Her smile faded away and she became depressed. She pushed away everyone around her, no one could reach her and no one knew why, only she did. She turned to writing and drawing and became amazing at both. Furthermore, she has no self-confidence so she basically does anything that anyone tells her because she is afraid of what would happen if she didn't do it. Biography: Destiny grew up in a wealthy family that was known for throwing parties and being very generous and sophisticated people. This gave Destiny a sense of life where it would always be fun and nothing could possibly go wrong in her perfect life. Unfortunately she was wrong, when she was about 10 her father decided he wanted to send Destiny to a boarding school in a different state, but she didn't want to so he began yelling at her. Soon her mother came in and took Destiny's side which caused her mother and father to get into a terrible fight and her mother said she was going to go spend the night with her sister about an hour away and she left. Her father became very upset wishing the fight hadn't gotten that bad and hoped she would return tomorrow so he could apologize. One hour later her father received a call from the hospital saying that her mother had been hit while crossing the street to her sister's house and was in critical condition. Destiny and her father drove to the hospital and were sitting in the ER waiting room for what seemed like days even though it was only a few hours. The doctor came out with a solemn face and both her father and her knew what the news was on her mother. She had passed away. A week after the funeral her father began to become an angry man. He began to blame Destiny's mother's death on her because she wouldn't just agree to go to the boarding school. After a few months of her father's rage and blame she began to believe it herself. Her father then made a deal with a rich and wealthy business man that Destiny would marry the man's son when she was old enough. Destiny began to change, her life was no longer her choice, not after her mother's death, and she was too afraid to try and take back control because of what happened when she didn't just listen to him in the first place. The only thing she could do that was her own was to find her own passion which was writing and drawing. As years passed by her life only got worse, and eventually she got up enough courage to run away. She packed a small bag and took some money and ran. She continued on trying to get far away, but then she was found by the police, and she was put on a helicopter being told she was being taken home, but instead they pushed her out with a parachute in some unknown area. Her fall was cushioned by a lake and people came and retrieved her tying her up and taking her to a place where other girls around her age also were. Supernatural/human partner: TreshTheme Song: (Because I mainly write characters while listening to music and this is what was playing haha) Vivian Tompkins : Sapphire [+] Name: Vivian Tompkins Age: 17Race: Human Personality: Vivian doesn't like to start fights, she tries to end them, but her efforts usually have the opposite effect. The only reason she might start a fight is if someone does something she really, really can't stand, most of the time she will simply tolerate whatever is bothering her. She can seem unsympathetic at times, but this is only because she doesn't want the people she cares about to become dependent on others. Vivian can be a bit of a smart ass, but she is generally a kind person. Biography: Vivian had a pretty normal childhood, her parents weren't around a lot but other than that there was nothing particularly peculiar about it. One day she received the news that her parents had died in a mysterious accident, she should have felt sad or angry, but she barely knew either of them, so there wasn't anything to miss. She was sent to live with her Uncle who made it very clear he didn't have time to waste on a silly little girl so he sent her to a boarding school so he wouldn't have to deal with her. She actually had been on her way there when she had been forced out of the plane with a parachute, she managed to land somewhat safely but ended up tangled in the parachute, so nobody even bothered to tie her up, there was no need, she had already done it for them. Supernatural/human partner: Micah MALES Jasper Crimson : Gossip Girl [+] -Appearance- Name: Jasper Crimson Age: Appears to be 18. His actual age is 109. Race: Classic Vampire Personality: Jasper has been a stubborn boy since as long as he was remembered. He never admits anything and rarely shows feelings, because of course...he's basically dead. He only reveals emotions when forced or in a certain situation in where it calls for him to step up. Jasper on the outside is a cold-hearted, cruel and ruthless bastard, but on the inside, which he hates to admit he's a giant teddy bear. Caring, gentle, sweet, and a romantic softy. You just have to break him which won't be easy. Biography: Jasper does in fact belong to a wealthier family, which leaves him to live a bit further back in town. Where, it tends to be dark and spooky. Jasper was born with a gray appearance. His skin was as pale as can be along with his hair, but his eyes were a piercing blue. That's how he got most things he wanted. All he had to do was bat his pretty blue eyes. He was spoiled growing up, a snotty and rotten boy. Some of that personality still applies currently. He tends to stay away from his family now, often caught up in the library. Supernatural/human partner: Adelyn Java : Me The Insane [+] -Appearance-Name: Average: 18Race: lycanPersonality: Java is very soft-spoken, and rarely talks. He comes off to most as serious, and calm. When in reality he's kind, but doesn't really know how to interact with others. He finds it hard to express himself, so he has a tendency to show (or try anyway) what he's feeling instead of talking. Biography: Java isn't very wealthy so he lives fairly close to the town. He doesn't remember much of his family, As far as he knows he doesn't have any family. Java doesn't like to talk about himself much or his past. Do to his kind nature he tries to help out the monsters who are less fortunate than him. Which has earned him a bit of reputation among the lower class monsters. Supernatural/human partner: Erie Fresh : Sara_Blood [+] -Appearance-Name: Dressage: 18Race:Vampire Personality: Kind, shy, and if you mess with him, crazy Biography: Thresh was found in a dark part of the valley. He was found to have fangs, so it was decided he was no human. He grew up on the outside of the town, blown. When Fresh became 16 he had to feed. He snuck into town and feed. Now he is just a resident of the valley, just like all the others. Supernatural/human partner: Destiny Tarlack : Corrupted Shadow [+] Name: Unknown, but everyone in Death Valley calls him TarlachAge: Unknown, but he claims to be older than Death Valley itself and even helped in its construction. Race: Shape-shifter, though he prefers the term "Druid". Personality: Cocky, a bit of a smart ass, and downright intellectual. He acts high and mighty due to his extensive knowledge of almost....well, anything. However, the only real reason he knows so much is because of his Private Library that he crammed with books and notes that he took from all over the world in his travels. He can be kind and even go as far as being generous, but one has to ask for it nicely before he'll help. Biography: Nothing is confirmed on what his past is, but he claims that this is his story: When he was a child, he had been born from the womb of nature itself. Grabbing himself a walking stick, he set out to pursue the knowledge of the world and all its creations, searching all over the globe. The older he got, the more he learned and the greater with shapeshifting he became. He decided to learn more about how he could shape-shift and what he could shape-shift into. Slowly, but surely, he began to uncover the secrets...and at last he discovered it; he could only transform into living beings he has killed. Grief stricken from this tragic realization, he used his knowledge and searched for a place that he could feel home in. It was when he was introduced into Death Valley by its very founder. Relieved to find such a welcoming place, he helped construct the foundation of Death Valley and was given a small little estate. Though not exactly big, it was fair size, and it suited his purpose for reading very well. Supernatural/human partner: Fray Michelangelo Hart : TruelyAwakened [+] (Sorry for the tiny pic)Name: Michelangelo (likes to go by Mica) Hart Age: 17 (True age unknown)Race: Vampire Personality: Mica is very blunt in conversations and is known for his extreme sarcasm. He always plans ahead, being perceptive about his surroundings and taking in every little detail within his sight. Mica also has a knack for manipulating others and using smooth talk, especially with female counterparts. Biography: Mica originates from current Stockholm, Sweden where he lived with his mother Delilah, who is deceased, and his younger sister Elizabeth, also deceased. Mica still holds his dearest memories with his mother and siblings. His father however was never mentioned by his mother or older sister, so he has no recollection of him. Mica and his family lived in peace for many years until it was decoded that he stopped aging at the age of seventeen. He also was not able to eat regular food, and started to grow fangs as well. Mica became ill and had to be rushed to the hospital, and it was there that he had his first meal from a nurse who got too close during the time he was in a coma. After the incident he fled to Death Valley to attempt to live among others who are like him.(Worst bio evader)Supernatural/human partner:Vivian Wow... Gah, thank you kitty!!! *hugs* How even... Don't worry about it. The hardest part was just copying pics then editing in things I forgot after submitting it haha Lol nice. This makes everything much easier, thanks societies much Kitty. *runs around in excited circles* Now I can say it is officially done because I have fixed all problems and thanks, but it really wasn't much So can we REALLY start now? Holy hair has the day finally come?! Oh, dear Saviiiiiiii where are thyself? (I never understood Romeo and Juliet.) I think she is... OFFLINE!!! Oh, snap. nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuFaeya- fire Destiny- earthAdelyn- water Vivian- ice Erie- air Damn you, phone! *raises hand*I saw Adelyn more as an earth girl due to hair color and eye color and how pretty she would look in green So switch them! Actually, I was thinking (now that you say that):Adelyn- earth Destiny- Airdrie- water OOO I like! ’D Good. Because I'm going to announce the pairs tomorrow (everyone's in bed). I am going right now. Lol I'll be up for a bit longer. I may or may not be sketching some outfit ideas:P Lol. That's... Good? I AM IN CHICAGO AND IT IS FREEZING. AGH HH. Why is it Save that every time I want to join one of your rps they are full?'goes off to mope in the corner' I is here now! Where I live it's freezing too. I feel ya... It's cold everywhere right now. True that. Ohio sucks when it comes to being cold -_- I feel for you. It's 3 degrees here in Iowa. -.- It's... 18 degrees here. :/ Help. I will save you! I'm home. ^^ yay We were all just complaining about how cold it is, care to join us? oh, it's not cold in Texas. 3 Sara_blood said I will save you! Immmmmm, going to soak up the sun! Push I wish. I would love to go somewhere warm right now •-• Me The Insane said oh it's not cold in Texas. 3 No, here the weather is bipolar XD So it's snowing one week then hot the next. XxLyraxX said No, here the weather is bipolar XD So it's snowing one week then hot the next. Lucky... Ohhh Ohio how I love you so... XxLyraxX said No, here the weather is bipolar XD So it's snowing one week then hot the next. I like snow, lucky... Me The Insane said I like snow, lucky... error... I think the characters have been paired already. o.o the list is a few pages back I think. Well I read the pairings wrong here:Jasper~AdelynJavak~Eritrea~DestinyTarlack~ FaeyaMicha~ Vivian lol yup I definitely read it wrong. Whoops! Sara_blood said Whoops! It's more like WHOOPS!well my partner hasn't been on since she posted her cs False. Me The Insane said it's more like WHOOPS! Well my partner hasn't been on since she posted her cs if she doesn't come back I'm sure we will find someone for you *hugs* *hugs back* I'm all alone there's no one here besides me... I'm here friend! If she doesn't come back, and we can't find anyone else I'm sure someone will be willing to double up. Were here for ya broth! Gangster talk. Nah. It's more like: To ma'! We her for you Buddha! Perfect, just perfect. My long-lost best friend. Ahh, you guys are the greatest. Thank you, thank you. *Bows* Wow a double post, can't wait until we can delete posts... We know, our collective awesomeness is quite impressive. *High pitched voice*YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT!!!! If she doesn't reply, I can make another character. :) Noise on Lyra. You the best. I have to wait for Save to post ;-;. Dude that totally sucks! At least it says she is online, that's a pretty good sign, I think. Keep thinking that sapphire. She's not ones >. I don't know. I don't know... Man, liars these days. I know right?! She is ALIVE NOW What? I think that means that she is on, so the words are no longer lying! But they can't be trusted anymore... This is true this is true. ^ What she said... How do you know this? Stop with your signature tricks Sara! XD It's just so easy! XD When I settle on a signature/avatar I make sure I like it because it's not going to change for a while. I'm keeping this one. Lol. Anyone on? I'm thinking about dropping. :/ Me The Insane said I'm thinking about dropping. :/ I'll pm Save to see if she wants me to make another character. Don't give up yet. *Juggles* Thank you Lyra. I will hold on to my hope. Me The Insane said Thank you Lyra. I will hold on to my hope. Good :3 I feel bad! I could fill her spot if you would like. Nah, we'll see what happens. Go ahead and make another character Lyra. Alright. My friend is over so I'll it up sometime tonight. Lol. Gosip, you make it sound so creepy. XD Hey guys sorry I've been busy I'm back now though It's been like that for everyone, don't worry about it. Yup yup yup! Sara_blood said Lol. Gosip, you make it sound so creepy. XD That's my specialty! XD Any of you all on? Seems looks like it's just you and me, but then again it doesn't. Mind tricks. Or does it? Sorry I was at a musical, I hate musicals so it was an hour and a half of torture. *Pats on back*I'm so sorry... Ya I'm here, kinda just keeping up with the RP. I've done nothing today.... I'm so lazy Lol. Furthermore, I haven't done anything also... XD EDIT: Never mind. Sorry hat I as gone! I came BACK from Chicago! How was it? I'm guessing cold among other things. Cold, Windy, and it feels like my brain turned to mush from over-sleep. Sounds like every description of traveling north in the winter that I've ever heard. Any room for another character? 3 Actually doesn't MDI need a partner? Lol yes, yes I do A girl? I can do a girl. Any requests/necessities you need, or should I just go for it? LittleAlouette said A girl? I can do a girl. Any requests/necessities you need, or should I just go for it? Well you may need Save's ok, but I'm sure she'll say it's fine. I'd say make the cs and see what happens. Indeed. || Sophia Berlin-Hardt x 17 x Human ||Personality Most call Sophia Berlin-Hardt an arrogant bitch. Come to think of it, she calls herself that, too, on occasion. All arrogance, though, has its roots in something real, and Sophia finds her self-confidence completely justified because she reallyissmarter than everyone else. She reallyhasread that many books. She reallydoesknow what she's talking about. Furthermore, she's the best at chess, the best at memory and recall, and she always wins. Sophia is as fiery gets, and she'll be damned if anyone ever tries to tame her. Yeah, she might be bossy. She expects others to listen to her. She expects loyalty, too, and though she might often look down on others, those who can burrow their ways into her heart can expect the strongest of loyalties back. Nothing stands in Sophia's way for long. Often, she really is as brilliant a girl as she cracks herself up to be. She fights fierce, she hates fierce, and she loves fierce. Sophia insults the ones she hates and 'critiques' the ones she cares for, so it can often be hard to tell how much she cares. She'd probably slap you if you said it—she's a very physical girl, prone to taking out her feelings on skin and bone even though she's hardly five-foot-two—but she's really only an angry, albeit brilliant, little girl. When she's had her fun and games, when she's manipulated and lied and stolen and broken and deduced life itself to death, all she really wants is somewhere warm to hide. That's why she's cold. She's quicker to look down on others than to connect with them, but that leaves her so lonely all she can do is become more defensive. But after all the yelling and screaming and scratching, all she really is a little girl with a head bigger than she can handle. She'll fight to no end for those in life who've ever stood up for her. For Sophia, it's all about control. She likes to be in control. She finds others too incompetent—or, at least, that's what she tells herself. In reality, she's scared of what other people might do to her. No one's ever reined her in, and she intends to keep it that way. It's strange, though, how far she's spun out of control when all someone's ever needed to do was hold her in place—where do all her mental tricks go when a single good hit could out the tiny girl? BiographySophia was a prostitute's kid. She never remembered her mommy; Mommy got killed off in the drug war long before Sophia could recall. Since those days, she's learned a bit about Mother Dearest, a personal favorite of a certain not-to-be-named astrophysicist, and she doesn't like the sound of it—drugs, pain, and a woman who only ever wanted to be free. But since those days, since the day Sophia was found eating Cheerios on a bloody floor, Sophia has never looked back. Adopted by some caring woman with entirely too much sympathy and enough money to complement it, Sophia knew by the age of five that the woman she called 'Mommy' was too blonde and brown-eyed to have any relation to her. Granted, by the age of eleven, she was doing calculus—but that was another story. Sophia never quite liked the woman who'd taken her in, even if she was so sweet and giving. Utterly, she was weak, and Sophia hated her. Little Sophia hated most things. It perplexed her mother, how hateful the little girl was. She didn't laugh like her own son had when he was six. She wasn't as talkative. Sophia was always reading, always alone up in that big, empty room of hers. She tried putting Sophia in therapy, but after a month, the girl was parroting psychology textbooks to the therapist. She was a wreck in school. Rebellious, rude, and flippant towards her teachers, she was expelled for turning the high school chemistry lab into a giant firework in the third grade. She was expelled again the same year for building wings and trying to fly a hapless classmate off the roof. Sophia was annoyed; they'd really worked. It was too bad the police confiscated and destroyed her little 'art project.' From then on, Sophia was tutored. It was after Sophia humiliated and then 'fired' three of the tutors her mother had sought out that Professor Rainbow came into her life. He wasn't a tutor, per se; in fact, he was her older brother's boyfriend of the week. Long story short, he ended up liking Sophia more than Sophia's adoptive brother, and Sophia found him sufficiently brilliant—and charming, and good-looking, at that, though he was a good fifteen years her senior—and they nearly ran off together before Sophia's mother caught them. Sophia's mother had had enough. Within a week, she was loaded onto a plane to what Sophia understood to be a reform facility, somewhere to 'curb her wild ways.' She didn't expect to be pushed out with nothing but a parachute. And she really, reallydidn't like being tied up. Supernatural/human partner: MDI's. Java. I think? I don't know. *Silently waits for Sara* High five for waiting on our partners! I still don't have one, hopefully I will soon. Sorry! I have been out almost all day... Quackidila blip. Uh-oh, a death cloud lingers above this RP. O: No it feels more like the weekday slow down, usually happens to Rps for work/school related reasons. I'm definitely going to slow down with track season starting Monday and whatnot. Practices are on Saturdays too >. LittleAlouette said Most call Sophia Berlin-Hardt an arrogant bitch. Come to think of it, she calls herself that, too, on occasion. All arrogance, though, has its roots in something real, and Sophia finds her self-confidence completely justified because she is really smarter than everyone else. She really read that many books. She really knows what she's talking about. Furthermore, she's the best at chess, the best at memory and recall, and she always wins. Sophia is as fiery gets, and she'll be damned if anyone ever tries to tame her. Yeah, she might be bossy. She expects others to listen to her. She expects loyalty, too, and though she might often look down on others, those who can burrow their ways into her heart can expect the strongest of loyalties back. Nothing stands in Sophia's way for long. Often, she really is as brilliant a girl as she cracks herself up to be. She fights fierce, she hates fierce, and she loves fierce. Sophia insults the ones she hates and 'critiques' the ones she cares for, so it can often be hard to tell how much she cares. She'd probably slap you if you said it—she's a very physical girl, prone to taking out her feelings on skin and bone even though she's hardly five-foot-two—but she's really only an angry, albeit brilliant, little girl. When she's had her fun and games, when she's manipulated and lied and stolen and broken and deduced life itself to death, all she really wants is somewhere warm to hide. That's why she's cold. She's quicker to look down on others than to connect with them, but that leaves her so lonely all she can do is become more defensive. But after all the yelling and screaming and scratching, all she really is a little girl with a head bigger than she can handle. She'll fight to no end for those in life who've ever stood up for her. For Sophia, it's all about control. She likes to be in control. She finds others too incompetent—or, at least, that's what she tells herself. In reality, she's scared of what other people might do to her. No one's ever reined her in, and she intends to keep it that way. It's strange, though, how far she's spun out of control when all someone's ever needed to do was hold her in place—where do all her mental tricks go when a single good hit could out the tiny girl? Sophia was a prostitute's kid. She never remembered her mommy; Mommy got killed off in the drug war long before Sophia could recall. Since those days, she's learned a bit about Mother Dearest, a personal favorite of a certain not-to-be-named astrophysicist, and she doesn't like the sound of it—drugs, pain, and a woman who only ever wanted to be free. But since those days, since the day Sophia was found eating Cheerios on a bloody floor, Sophia has never looked back. Adopted by some caring woman with entirely too much sympathy and enough money to complement it, Sophia knew by the age of five that the woman she called 'Mommy' was too blonde and brown-eyed to have any relation to her. Granted, by the age of eleven, she was doing calculus—but that was another story. Sophia never quite liked the woman who'd taken her in, even if she was so sweet and giving. Utterly, she was weak, and Sophia hated her. Little Sophia hated most things. It perplexed her mother, how hateful the little girl was. She didn't laugh like her own son had when he was six. She wasn't as talkative. Sophia was always reading, always alone up in that big, empty room of hers. She tried putting Sophia in therapy, but after a month, the girl was parroting psychology textbooks to the therapist. She was a wreck in school. Rebellious, rude, and flippant towards her teachers, she was expelled for turning the high school chemistry lab into a giant firework in the third grade. She was expelled again the same year for building wings and trying to fly a hapless classmate off the roof. Sophia was annoyed; they'd really worked. It was too bad the police confiscated and destroyed her little 'art project.' From then on, Sophia was tutored. It was after Sophia humiliated and then 'fired' three of the tutors her mother had sought out that Professor Rainbow came into her life. He wasn't a tutor, per se; in fact, he was her older brother's boyfriend of the week. Long story short, he ended up liking Sophia more than Sophia's adoptive brother, and Sophia found him sufficiently brilliant—and charming, and good-looking, at that, though he was a good fifteen years her senior—and they nearly ran off together before Sophia's mother caught them. Sophia's mother had had enough. Within a week, she was loaded onto a plane to what Sophia understood to be a reform facility, somewhere to 'curb her wild ways.' She didn't expect to be pushed out with nothing but a parachute. And she really, didn't like being tied up. Supernatural/human partner: MDI's. Java. I think? I don't know. Accepted Sorry I've not posted for a while. Yay, save's back! Woodwork! *Waits for kitty* Lol if my partner ever shows up, I have no idea where to start from. The stage. DUH!!!!! Indeed, Good luck, I hope your partner sees that she's been accepted. Thanks, and I hope so too. Just so everyone knows track is coming up and I made the varsity team! So, my posts will slow down if not then will stop completely for a while. Sorry Sapphire >. T. T Bump?

We Are Alive|rating:3.0

Mr. Not-So-Boring (ThePrince and Babygirl1990)

(Demi Rios Age: 25Ethnicity: Mexican Personality: Stubborn, easily bored, head strong. Maybe cusses more than she should. Unknowingly submissive. She grew up pretty independently so she has always had to provide for herself. Currently looking for a new job, until then, she does house cleaning. Her laugh is one of the most contagious things about her. Her smile will light up any room, but piss her off and all light fades.(Boring - just so we know what he looks like. Demi sat at her table as she waited for John. He was late for their date, again. The bar was already getting crowded and she was hungry. She argued with herself in her head. Why was she even dating this guy? He was so boring. Even the sex was boring! Everything about him was average. If she wanted average, she'd've stayed in her little town that she grew up in. Demi sipped on her vodka as she waited, only starting to feel relaxed from the annoyance. After almost twenty minutes of waiting, John came running into the bar. "Hey, sorry." he said as he says. "Their was a client that wanted to open another account." he explained. He was a banker. Boring! BORING BORING BORING! She looked at him, in his button up pale pink t-shirt, and an ugly unmatching tie. He looked like he hasn't brushed his hair all day. Then she looked at herself. She had a night tight ponytail, a puffy blouse that came in at the waist to show off her form, and tight blank jeans with boots. She looked more dressed up than he did. "Are you okay?" he said as he reached for her hand. Demi leaned back, pulling her hand away before he could touch her. She didn't hate him, he was nice enough, but he wasn't special. "Yeah." she said. "Just tired from job hunting" she lied. She was job hunting, but she wasn't tired. A shot was placed in front of her that she'd ordered." You're drinking again?" he asked with a frown. Demi glared at him. "Yep." she said as she gulped it. "I'm paying for it. Don't worry." she said." It's not that, it's just that you get very... giggly when you drink..." he sighed." Is that bad?" she asked a bit confused." It just brings attention." John explained. Demi rolled her eyes. As some music started to play in the bar she leaned in. "What do you say we have a dance?" she smiled. John looked out at the floor were people had started to build and shook his head. "I hate dancing." he said as he looked at the menu. "Lets just eat, and we can go to my place." he said. That was the end of the conversation. Demi thought about what would happen at his home. They'd have sex, it would last about 10 minutes, and she'd go, having not gotten off. Her lips pursed to the side as she looked away, a little disappointed with her Friday night. (Jason Gains Age: 38Personality: Intimidating, cunning, dominant, does what he wants, when he wants, takes what he wants, patient. Big scary on the outside, warm and cuddly on the inside. Jason parked his chopper outside the bar, the low rumble of the bike came to a halt as he brought down the kick stand. He took off his helmet and rain a hand through his hair, it had been a long ride and a cold drink would be great after this hot day. Plus, he was new in town, and he would to check out the local scene and see if this town had anything interesting. He noticed that there weren’t any other bikes parked at this bar. He wondered if there was a biker bar or if motorcyclist weren’t very welcome in this town. Still he walked into the bar and decided to press his luck. He immediately caught eyes as he walked in, which wasn’t that surprising, he was wearing a Perfect Black Leather Motorcycle jacket, with just a white undershirt underneath and a pair of jeans that had seen plenty of wear. He took the looks in stride, he was kind of use to it, wearing leather did that. So he ignored them and took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a beer. The bartender gave him some side eye as she brought the bottle to him, he returned it with a smile and a nod. He took a sip and enjoyed the cold beer and gave a quick sigh. He then turned to the side of his seat and surveyed the rest of the bar. He didn’t see much, just a bunch of couples enjoying each other’s company and their drinks. A few people were already dancing, he assumed this was the livest place in town on a Friday night. But then his eyes caught something, someone interesting. She was wearing a bright puffy blouse that barely covered her waist and her hair up in a night tight ponytail. She was sipping on a drinking with an empty shot glass beside it. Furthermore, she was Mexican, and she was beautiful, he allowed his eyes to take in her curves. Only turning away when her head moved towards his direction, he didn’t want to be caught staring, yet. She was clearly the most beautiful young woman in this bar, she was interesting, she was worth his time. Across from her sat whom he assumed was her date, who seemed to have no idea of what to do with himself or her. His clothes barely matched, and he didn’t think he had Jason’s excuse for why his hair was in a mess. He wondered if this guy was her mark, she couldn’t have decided to settle for someone like him? He was forgettable, boring. Jason drank more of his beer as the jukebox played a new song, a few more couples had gotten up to dance. It was Friday night and Jason wanted to have a bit of fun, and he was in the mood to push some buttons. He glanced at the girl again and saw that she wasn’t very happy with her date. So the biker slowly stood up and walked casually towards her table, making his way towards the forgettable young man.“Pardon me.” He said in a slowly deep voice, he spoke right behind the young man. “Do you mind if I borrow your date for a dance? I promise to bring her right back.” He smiled at the girl and extend his hand towards her as if he already knew the answer. Demi of course saw the man that walked in. He didn't fit in at all. It caught her eye before he was even through the door. Everything went into slow motion as she watched him move. She took in his biker looked, the helmet hair, the old shirt, the jeans... all of it. She saw flashes of him on top of her, give it to her good. Furthermore, she saw her toes curling, her back arching.... she bit her lip as she daydreamed. Her breath taken away, his head started to move her area. In the same moment, she'd looked away. Demi looked back at her date, and felt herself sink a bit. The man across from her would never be that. She did her best to not let her eyes move to the man. If by some chance he was looking at her, and they made eye contact, she would leave John. She didn't want to be that girl. That girl that saw something better and cruel leaves a man. He wasn't her boyfriend, but she dates a two month dating rule, and this guy still had 5 more weeks before she asked to be friends. When the biker spoke, both Demi and John jumped a bit. He- He was asking her for a dance?! She eagerly looked at John, praying that his absent mindlessness would take over like usual. And it did." Uh. Sure, if she wants." he said as he took a gulp of the beer just placed by him. Demi stood up to quickly, and she kicked herself in her head. Normally she was the coolest cucumber in the room, and she made one of the worst mistakes to make when you first meet someone you think is hot. Demi recovered quickly and looked up at the man and accepted his large rough hands. "I'm Demi." she smiled as they walked. "You're not from here." it wasn't a question. He took the young Latina's hand and quickly lead her away from her date. He was satisfied that she had jumped up so quickly, she didn’t know the danger she was in, he had plans for this pretty girl. He squeezed her hand as she stated the obvious. “I moved here last week, but so far I like what this town's got. My name's Jason.” He took her on to the dance floor, and they began to slow dance, he kept his hands at a respectful place on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. He took the moment to really look at her memorize the color of her eyes and color of her lips. She couldn’t advert her eyes from him now as he danced them farther away from John.“So tell me, does that train wreck your date or your mark? Is this a blind date gone bad or is he a paying customer.” Jason's statement was light, he was clearly joking, but he took the moment to place his right on the exposed portion of her waist. She felt soft and smooth against his rough hand. It was all to press her buttons, see how far he could get before she fought back and how hard would she fight back. Jason wanted her, a primal part of him wanted to throw Demi over his shoulder and carry her out of the bar and claim her in the open night's air. But he couldn’t, at lest not here and not in this type of bar. So he would like and prod at her defenses until she was ready to learn what he would do with her. Demi rested her hands up on his shoulders, trying to hold back the blush. She hadn't been around someone this beautiful in a long time. "Nice to meet you Jason." she smiled up at him. His gaze was locked on her and again, she lost her breath. His look was so commanding. Something she wasn't used to. For the most part, she took care of herself. She ruled her little dating life, and she liked it that way. But this man... oh this man... His question made her stop for a second and then clear her throat. She didn't seem to like the question much. "He's just a guy." she answered. "He's on week 3 of 8 to get a little less boring," she admitted. He was right, it was a train wreck of a date. When his hand moved to her exposed skin she looked over at John. He was playing on his phone, but the moment he looked up and saw them, he stared intently. That was until they'd moved too far for him to find her. People were moving between John and the two. Demi tried to hold back a smile. She'd never seen John jealous. She went back to looking at Jason. "A lot of the men here are..." she looked for a polite word. "Average." she said finally. "I like to have more than average fun." She said. Her eyes caught the shape of his lips and she examined them. She almost didn't realize that she was taking a mental picture for later. And those eyes, she could swim in them forever. She didn't normally go for older guys. But Jason wasn't just a guy. He was a man. She held back a growl as she imagined what his lips could feel like against her skin. Demi finally looked away, trying to look at things in the room. She had to stop herself, if she didn't, she wasn't sure she'd like what she'd do. John was still her date after all. Jason slowly moved his right hand down her waist to rest heavily on the tip of her jeans. He placed it there to silently tell her “I will pull down these tight jeans in a second if I get the chance.” Jason gave her a soft smile as she explained her situation. He probably wasn’t going to get her in his bed tonight, she was committed to this guy for some reason. But he could sow the seeds into interest into her, if he was patient, he could have what he wanted.“Eight weeks? You're giving that guy two whole months just to be interesting and charming. You are really generous to let him walk all over you like that.” He said teasingly. The song was almost over so he took the movement to pull her a little closer so that he could smell her perfume as feel her warmth. It was hard to stay in control, a part of him just wanted to grab her and carry her off, it wasn’t like her date could stop him. So he made a compromise and turned them away from John and stole a kiss from her sweet lips.“I am not average, I am me. So when it comes to fun.” He locked his eyes onto hers and stared into them. “I like to get everything I want it and enjoy what’s mine.” The song ended and Jason slowly let go of her, he took her hand again and escorted her back to her table and her date. He finally let go of her as she sat back in her booth, he smiled at John and thanked the couple and walked away. All very polite and non-threatening. He went back to his seat and ordered another beer and paid his tab. He drank his second beer slowly and glanced over at Deny sometimes. Furthermore, he had found his mark, no other woman in this bar would pique his interest. Furthermore, he wanted to know more about her, he wanted to figure out what made her ticked. When Jason moved to Demi's waist, she held back a smile. She knew when someone was flirting with her. And he was not shy about it. She almost laughed at his comment about John. "He's nice enough." she said, but she looked away at that point. "It's just a rule I have for myself. A month is when men are still in his puppy eye state, after that they get comfortable and I like to see how much effort they will put in still." she admitted. As he pulled her close, she didn't resist. She wanted to be closer. Pictures of them in her bed flashed, and she looked back up at him, but when she did that, he was already leaning in for a kiss. She didn't stop it. The kiss was soft and hot. Her heart skipped a few beats, and she couldn't help but press closer against him. When he pulled back, she was almost breathless. How could a simple kiss get to her like that? "You most definitely are not average." she smiled at him. "What's yours huh? I'm sure the ladies just love being claimed." she joked. With the song over and her returned to her date, she felt deflated again. John had ordered food for them already. By the end of the date, John and leaned in for a kiss. Demi didn't stop it, but she didn't close her eyes. There was no passion in the kiss, and she wasn't about it give something she wasn't getting. He left without her. Which was clear, she wasn't fucking anyone tonight. Demi walked up to the bar, what she thought was far enough away from Jason and tapped on the counter. "Can I have another shot before I got Lisa?" she asked. The girl behind the counter started to pour. "Hey, my parents are coming over next weekend, would you mind coming over and cleaning up for me? I'll pay you."" Yeah, that's fine. You know my fees. I really need the money. I have a few more months of money, but after that, if I don't find a new job, I think I might have to move back to El Paso," she shuttered." Yikes." Lisa said as she leaned over to Demi. "So how was the date?" At this point Demi started speaking in Spanish. No one needed to hear this besides them." He ordered me a fucking salad." Demi started. "He said he thought I was vegan. I'm like, the last date we went on, I ordered a burger with extra bacon." she rolled her eyes. "He barely spoke to me the whole night. He was just on his fucking phone. And then! Oh and Then, he's like want to come over?" she made a grossed out face." Oh come on, it can't be that bad." Lisa laughed." It's not good either!" Demi said. "Literally, 4 minutes, and he's done." Demi shook her head. Lisa poured her another shot. "These ones on the house." Demi winked. "You're a peach." she said as she chugged it down. "Anyway, I have to get home." She said as she patted the table. Before she left the counter, she took one last look at Jason, and then continued on. As she walked, she bit her lip, thinking about how a single dance was better than an entire date... Jason was surprised to see Demi walk to the bar after her date left, he noticed that she tried to stay far away from him. He watched her out of the corner of her eye while he nursed his last beer. She spoke to the bartender, and then they started speaking in Spanish, and he couldn’t keep up. He did see her get up and give him one last glance before she began to walk out. Jason saw an opportunity and decided to take it, he left some bills on the counter and followed her out. He gave her enough space to make it look like it was a coincidence, but made sure she was still in the parking lot when he got there.“You need a lift home?” He asked in a sincere voice as he made his way to his bike. Furthermore, he wondered if she had a car or if she was walking, and he wondered if he could intercept her before she reached it. Maybe he could still another kiss or two before she made to the safety of her vehicle.“It would be a real shame that after having a date like that you have to walk home. You know, you say that you have rules that you follow, but here you are going home alone.” Demi was going through her phone, looking for her main Uber drivers number when she heard his deep voice. Stopping, she turned and looked at him. Then his bike. She’d never been on a motorcycle before. She was about to reject it when he made his last remarks about her date.“My rules never say I have to go home with them. I have the control in that area. Also, he ordered me a salad... do I look like I only eat salads?.” She laughed as she looked st her phone. The Uber drivers number was right there. All she had to do was press the call button. She bit her lip as she struggled to make a decision. She knew she had to decide quick though. Furthermore, she swayed a bit as she stared at the number and finally looked up at him. Here she was, complaining about being bored and now something totally not being and very new was being offered up to her. She was embarrassed about where she lived though. It wasn’t exactly the nicest part of town, but she came here with no money and had to get and was there. After that, she’d just never left. But now her apartment rent was going up, and she’d just been let go at her last job because it was too slow. She had no real job and her cash flow was low. She was pretty ashamed of herself for not being the right sort of adult. She watched as he seemed pretty much ready to go and finally clicked her line screen off and quickly made her way over to him and his bike. “I’ve... I've never been on a...” she stared down at his bike and handed him her phone with her address. She didn’t live too hard, but it would’ve been a 15-minute walk. Admittedly, she was a little scared to be on it. She took a deep breath and smiled. “Do you have another helmet?” She asked as she smiled at him. She was excited and the only way to control it was to smile home lightly biting the bottom of her lip. The nervousness in her excited him and as he watched her bite her lip and work up the courage to ask. He smiled warmly at her and walked up to her and placed a finger under her chin, slow lying pushing her head up as if to inspect it. “Yes, I think my spare can fit your head.” He knew that it could, he just wanted to excuse to touch her again. He then took her hand and lead her closer to his bike and grabbed the spare helmet and showed her how to put it on. Furthermore, he got her address from her, he didn’t really know the town so he didn’t know social value of where she lived nor did he care. Jason straddled his bike and kicked up the kickstand and balanced the bike upright.“Just get on the back and hold on tight, that’s it.” He told her as he revved the engine. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” He smiled at her again as he put on his helmet. He waited for her to get on and wrap her hands around his chest. Then he revved up the engine again and pulled out of the parking lot. He didn’t go too fast, he wasn’t familiar with the layout of this town, and he didn’t want to scare Demi too much. He enjoyed feeling her cling to him and the thrill of having a beautiful woman on his bike. Furthermore, he took pride in how he had taken her from her date for a dance and how she was on his bike holding tight against his back. It didn’t take him long to find her place, and he drove up to her place. He put down the kickstand and turned off the engine as he helped her get off. He took the helmet from her and placed it back on his bike. Before she could get into the safety of her home he grabbed her and made her turn around to face him.“I am not living till I get a tip.” He told her calmly and then kissed her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He gave a slight growl as he held her to him as he enjoyed the taste of her tongue. Demi loved the light touch he gave her chin to look at her head. She wasn't dumb. He wanted to look at her. A LOT of people wanted to look at her. As he helped put the helmet on her head she finally let herself blush. This man was so ... there were no words. She struggled to figure out how to get onto the bike, but once she was on, she could smell his cologne. She took it in and closed her eyes. He was warm. Admittedly, she was shaking from anticipation. As the bike moved, Demi's heart started to jump. She felt herself take in a deep breath and started to giggle. Though he wasn't going fast, it was different for her. She held on tightly to the man and suddenly realized, she was wet. She had no control of the moment. Furthermore, she felt a moan leave her mouth. "Oh no..." she whispered to herself. "Don't do it..." she told herself. She could now feel the bike vibrating her and stimulating her clit. She wiggled around a bit to try to stop the stimulation. It didn't work. Demi gripped just a little harder as she felt her orgasm starting. He might've thought it to be her getting comfortable, but really, she was almost humping him. She let out one small sound that she hoped was covered by the sound of the bike. She was so embarrassed. The ride was over almost all too quickly, but she didn't say anything. She simply got off and moved around so that he could help her with the spare helmet. Her legs were a bit weak, but she tried to play it off. She smiled a thank you at him and was about to turn when he grabbed her and pulled her back to him. She looked up at him. Tip? Gas money? Nope. The kiss was hot and steamy, and she felt her arms wrap around his shoulders as he pulled her in. She let out a small sigh of pleasure and pressed herself against him. She took at the moment, not wanting it to end at all. But she had to. She'd just met him after all. Breathlessly, Demi pulled herself back from the man. She was speechless. She stared up at him, unsure of what to say. Furthermore, she was about to take one small step back, but instead she moved towards him again and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. A third kiss in one night to a complete stranger. Her breasts pressed against his body, and she took in his warmth as she kissed him hard, hold him as close to her as she could get him. Demi pulled back again, breathing harder as she put her hand on her forehead. "I don't..." she panted. "This is new... you're.... you're great." she admitted. She looked back at her apartment building and then the night sky. "Thank you... for everything." she smiles and laughed nervously. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time..." she said as she took a few steps to the side and took his phone from his pocket, grabbing his thumb to make him unlock it and entered her number. "Call me sometime..." she said. "I might call you back." Demi winked. Demi couldn't keep her mind off of Jason the next day. She daydreamed about the dance, the ride, and the kisses... and the orgasm. She wanted to ride his bike again. Furthermore, she couldn't even get that same feeling from her toy. Furthermore, she tried. Sunday, no messages from him. She wondered if maybe he wasn't interested because she was actually on a date with someone else. Maybe he didn't trust her anymore. Then she realized, she didn't have his number! She gave him hers, but never got his. By Monday, Demi gave up on the idea, thinking she'd ruined everything with the last kiss. She tried to not think about that night as she walked up to a new house she had been asked to clean a few weeks ago. And unlike that night, now she was in sweats and a tank top and flats. She was cleaning, what did she need to dress up for? Jason wanted more as she pulled back, but was pleased when she came back and kissed him. He had snatched her from her date, no matter what she might think or stay, he was going to claim her. He knew he could continue to push her, but as she went to her phone to give him her number, he backed off. Furthermore, he would let her simmer a little bit and think about him. Monday came and Jason had gotten off work early so he decided to drive around the town and see the sites. He wasn’t expecting to see Demi walking down the street, he stopped and stared at her backside as he walked out of a house and down the sidewalk. He assumed that she was doing some sort of work. Either way, her outfit clung to her body, and he wanted her, he was tired of waiting. So he drove up behind her and quickly moved the bike in front of her, before she could react he had grabbed her and pulled her to him. She was easy to pick up, and he pulled her onto the back of his motorcycle. He laughed as he placed the on the back of his bike and placed the spare helmet on her head. Before she could pull herself off, he revved up the engine and took off, leaving her no choice but to cling to him again. This time Jason was a lot faster and that made vibrations all that much worse. He was taking her someone place she hadn’t been before, his place that was just outside of town. This was a longer trip than from the bar to Demi’s home and just as soon as they hit the town limits, Jason pulled into the parking lot of a small single home. He parked his bike and then got up and grabbed Demi again and through her over his shoulder, with her helmet still on.“I don’t play by your rules, Demi I play by my own.” He said and gave her ass a solid slap as he carried her into his home. Demi finished her the third of four houses around 2. The fourth cancelled due to some family thing, and she was okay with that. She was already a little far from home. What most people didn’t know about Demi was that she literally walked everywhere she went: she didn’t own a car. She couldn’t afford it! But it helped her stay in shape and kept her ass looking nice and firm. She had her music blaring as she was heading home, sweat dripping down her forehead from the house. It was Lisa’s, and she needed a lot done. Luckily, Lisa knew that and left her some extra cash. She didn’t hear the bike coming back behind her, but as it stopped right in her walk way, she paused to see Jason. He didn’t say anything, he just jumped Off her bike and grabbed her. She giggled and put up no protests as she was placed on the bike and helmet safely put on her head. The now familiar vibrations started and Demi quickly held onto the man. The motorcycle was moving much faster than the other night. Demi let out a loud, and real, laugh as her adrenaline pumped. Demi thought, that if she’s got on his bike again, she’d be able to handle it. Boy was she wrong. It was going much faster, much harder, and she could feel it happening again. Demi’s helmeted heads hung back as she felt her first of three climaxes going. She couldn’t hide this one, no matter how hard she tried. She cursed in the wind as it reach its peak and made her shudder in delight. Furthermore, she didn’t actually know she was this sensitive. When she’d have sex it would take forever, or wouldn’t happen at all. Men could never keep up. Until now. She could understand why people road bikes, minus the orgasm she kept having, it was freeing to be on a machine like this. When they reached Jason’s house, she was already tired. She was panting and weak. Picking her up was almost too easy. She screamed as he threw her over his shoulder and then laughed. The smack was unexpected though. She jumped a bit and laughed an “ow, fuck!” As he walked and talked about doing his own rules. “Jason,” she laughed as she tried to take off the helmet, which wasn’t working. “I was working!” She said as she struggled playfully. It has suddenly hit her. She was working. She had been cleaning. Furthermore, she was sweating not 20’minutes age. Furthermore, she was in sweats and a dirty tank top, and had no makeup. Oh, and ever worse for her, she hadn’t planned on seeing anyone. Her bra and underwear didn’t match at all. She couldn’t help but look around the house from what the helmet would let her see. “Can we please get this thing off of me?!” She yelled as she kept struggling with it as he carried her. Jason enjoyed the squirming Mexican woman in his arms as he carried her up the steps and into his house. He sat her down and grabbed her remelt and took it off of her as she protested. He then pushed her against the wall of the hallway and kissed her again, he pressed his body against her as he kissed her, his hands sliding down her sides and held her there. Once he finally broke the kiss he gently a bit at the bottom of her lip and stared into her eyes.“Well, you're not working now. I’ve got you and when I want something.” He stopped to kiss her lips again. “I take it.” He then unzipped his leather jacket, slowly exposing the white undershirt underneath. Demi could see his cut chest and abs, he was wearing jeans and boots just like at the bar that Friday. Being this close to him, she could tell that he had been working too, she could smell the sweat on his body. Jason then grabbed her sweatpants and pulled them down, exposing her legs and her panties to him. He kissed her again and then picked her up again and carried her into his living room. He sat down on the couch and pulled her onto his lap with her looking at him. Furthermore, he growled Hungary and then squeezed her ass as he pulled her closer. His other hand ran up her back and felt the fabric of her tank top.“Your mine tonight.” He said in a rough voice that told her he would have what he wanted. Demi made an “of” sound as he threw her down and ripped the helmet off. Which not of course, fucked up her hair. Before she could argue or do anything really he picked her up to push her against the wall. The kids he gave was mess and hard as she struggled against him. The struggle was more out of instinct than anything else. But as it continued, she stopped fighting him. She was panting when he stopped. He wanted her. He was confident that she wanted him. She clearly wasn’t hiding it the other night so she understood. When she saw his clothes she felt relieved that she wasn’t the only messy one today. She focused more on his abs though, his body was hard and beautiful. She bit her lip for a second as she touched along the groves in his body. That didn’t last lost though because he was kissing her again! Her nude color cheek panties now exposed she licked them off. She was still deciding how far she wanted to go though. She’d already cum on his bike three times. As he carried her to the living room she kissed him back and wrapped her legs around him to hold on. Now sitting, straddling his lap she was almost able to feel in control. Then he squeezed her ass and she let out a groan. Demi smiled at him. “I’m yours huh?” She tried to play off. This man made her nervous and excited at the same time. “Jason, what if I don’t want to?” She asked as she looked down at him. Then she looked down at herself and blushed. If she really didn’t want to, she wouldn’t have let him go this far. But she already said it and couldn’t back down now. “You know I’m seeing someone,” she teased. Jason hadn't known she had climaxed all over his bike, if he had, he would have said something and wouldn't be allowing her this much freedom to decide. But now that she was on his lap he could tell that she was wet. So he placed his hands on her hips and began to grind her against the bulge in his pants.“I can tell that your mouth says no, but your body is saying yes.” He teased at her as he stared up into her eyes.“You are not seeing someone, your on a two-month trial with a guy who doesn't take you home, doesn't order what you want, doesn't dance with you.” His voice was commanding and rough, he did not like being compared to her date. She had responded to his passes and his kisses and he would fight to own her.“You're going to be my good girl tonight.” She could tell by his tone that he wasn't going to let her go tonight.“If you want to go back to your average man, then you can, but tonight you get wet for me.” The grinding made Demi’s head hang back and her lips part. She hadn’t done this in a long time. Her clit rubbed and throbbed against his jean covered cock, her flat stomach burning in delight. His argument wasn’t wrong. And rules could be broke and changed if needed. There was something triggered in her when he used the phrase “good girl,” she liked it. She liked it a lot. Her hands gripped at his shoulders as she grinned against him, stopping her protests now. He was right. John didn’t do any of those things. No man had been likened this with her. Demi let out a small moan as he's throbbing clit rubbed harder now. She whined and leaned in, her head resting against his as she panted. “I do t want average.” She admitted. He let go of her hips as she started to grind by herself. He let out a growl that could have been a moan as he felt her against him.“Good girl.” He complimented her in a rough voice. “Don't fight it, know your place in my house.” He felt her head rest against his for a moment, and then he pulled her closer to him and kisses her exposed neck. He ran his teeth over her exposed skin and sucked on her neck. Furthermore, he then growled in her ear and whispered to her.“That’s my babygirl, get hot and wet for me.” Demi’s hipsmmoved back and forth in pleasure as she moaned. She would’ve thought his words would piss her off, but all it did was make her hot and bothered each time he spoke. Her neck was the second-weakest point in her body and she moaned as his teeth scrapped against her skin. Her hands gripped st the couch behind him. She couldn’t wait anymore. “Please fuck me...” she begged as she panted, staring into his eyes. He was pleased at how quickly he had gotten her to start begin for him. His reply was a quick kiss to her panting lips and slapped her ass again.“Say please fuck me Daddy, if you want it, say it like a good girl.” His response was part growl as he ideally ran his left hand up her sides. She could feel his throbbing hard cock in his pants and he pushed up against her to tempt her more. Demi wasn’t used to begging, but she was so horny and so mentally tired off fighting this desire that it just came out. “Please fuck me daddy!@ she said as she grinned harder against him. She badly desired this man. No one had ever made her work this hard. She felt she deserved a good fucking for being such a “good girl.” “Please!” She begged him. Demi felt her body aching for more, for him. Pleased that she had asked “the right way” he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up with him as he carried her to his bedroom. He kisses her deeply as he carried her and broke the kiss by throwing her on his soft queen bed. He stared at her like a predator watching it's pretty as he undressed. First he unbuckled his thick leather belt, then slid down his jeans and underwear at the same time. His hard thick cock practically jumped out at her when it was freed from his jeans. She could see precut already dripping from his cock. Showing that he was just as horny for her as she was. He then moved closer to her and kept his eyes on her and licked his lips. “Get on your hands and knees, babygirl.” When he stood, she giggled and kissed him back her arms and legs wrapping around him. She kissed him hard and screamed and laughed when he pushed her into the bed. When bounced on it in the landing and watched as he undressed. It has been so long since she’d been fucked that seeing his cock jump out was almost terrifying. Almost. “Yes daddy.” She said as she rolled over into her stomach and lifted her body rear the edge of the bed, now on all fours. She’s pulled her ponytail out, letting it hang freely as she looked back at him. Furthermore, she was tired of waiting herself. Calling him Daddy was only making him hotter and more aggressive. He got on the bed behind her, pleased how obedient she was being. He grabbed her panties and yanked them off of her and then forced her thighs to spread more as he moved his cock over her exposed wet pussy. Furthermore, he grabbed her shoulder with his right hand to keep her in place as she forced his thick cock into her tight womanhood. He moaned loudly as he began to fuck her, one hand on her shoulder the other on her hips, pulling her into his thrust demanding she take his cock. “Yeah this is what happens to good little girls, they get fucked in Daddy's bed!” She prepared herself as he braced himself with his grip on her. As he pushed himself into her neglected wet pussy she moaned an airy “yyeeeesssssssssss,” as her eyes closed. As he pumped she started to sway her body back and forth, her arms shaking to hold her up as they started to really move. It didn’t take her loan to start really moaning, hitting his hips hard with her ass, wanting him to be all the way in her. Her breasts swayed under her as she took his hard pounding. Her hands gripping the sheets as she felt juices running down her thighs. He kept his pace as he felt her push back on her own, he gave her a few minutes to enjoy this and then pushed her head down onto the soft bed. He held her down as he growled loudly, forcing her ass up higher. Furthermore, he took her harder now, he wasn't just fucking her, he was marking his territory. Furthermore, he wanted to fuck the memory of her boyfriend out of her. So each thrust was hard and deep, he tried to push himself deeper and deeper inside of her, even after his full length was inside of get. He growled like an animal and slapped her hips as he took what belonged to him. Fucking her hard and rough and growling loudly.“This pussy belongs to me now, you hear?!” He yelled in triumph as he held her down. His voice rough and almost angry, like he wouldn't take any for an answer. She was a bit shocked when he forced her head down and started going harder. Demi started to scream and swear with each thrust. She felt her head spinning as he took her. This man was an animal. Her screams were barely muffled by the bed as he ducked her. The slaps made her ass bounce on his dick and her arms were long and in front of hers“Oh god!” She screamed as he hit her cervix. “Oh god I swear I won’t see him again!@ she suddenly screamed out. She meant it before she even knew what she was saying. “I promise!” He swears were not good enough as he slapped her bouncing ass and kept taking her hard and deep, trying with each thrust to hit her cervix.“You fucking better not!” He said loudly and just as rough. “Your mine now, you only bounce your ass for me now! You hear me?” He reached out and grabbed her arms and pulled them back and gripped her hands tightly as he kept up his rough fast pace. Demi’s screams became loud as he dominated her entire body and was starting to deep into her mind. “Yes daddy!@ she screamed as she felt an orgasm building. Her head hung back as her slammed against his body over and over again. Her entire body throbbed in pleasure as she started to buck on her own and climax. She felt her juices leaking down her though and into his bed as she was getting her brains fucked out of her. If she hadn’t been on birth control, she was sure she’d end up pregnant by this fucking. This wasn't just a hard fuck, this was a conquest. So Jason yelled in triumph as he felt her body climax and submit to his demands.“Yeah that's it, good girl, cum for your Daddy.” He growled out these words as he squeezed her hands. But he wasn't done with her. He kept fucking her deep and hard still held her down as he leaned over and growled down at her.“That's my baby girl, learn your place. Your mine now, you belong to me!” Demi’s moans were probably heard outside the house they were so loud. She had no shame in this. John who? Was all she could think as she felt her mind turned to only Jason. She was positive she’d never get fucked like this again if she lost Jason. She couldn’t do that. Demi was completely breathless but Jason, he just kept going like she was some blow up doll. The idea turned her on. She had no idea that she’d like being used and abused like this. Her hair was wild and drenched in her sweat. “Oh god... I swear I’m yours daddy she cried out. “I need you!” She snidely said. She shocked herself in its truth. Furthermore, she needed to be dominated. This was what she was looking for, and she didn’t even know. Jason growled and howled in his conquest, he was pleased to have turned her into such a good submissive slut. She felt so good around him but not as good as the submission he could feel from her as she gave into his demands. She belonged to him now, this beautiful Mexican woman was his property now. Furthermore, she had given him everything that he had wanted and he was thankful. Now was the time that he would climax, he could feel her soft ass press against him and when she called him Daddy it sent him into a frenzy. He began to fuck her as fast as he could, pushing his thick cock into her cervix. It was time that he marked his territory. He growled loudly as he grab a hold of her, and he couldn’t speak, just grunt and growl as he pounded into her tight body. Finally, he reached his pick and he leaned back and roared as he climaxed hard inside of her. He quickly filled her womanhood was his thick hot seed, his cock throbbed as he ejaculated loads and loads into her. He grunted out a loud “FUUUUUUCCCCKKK” as he lost the ability to speak as the wave of pleasure spread over him. Finally, he began to calm down, his pace slowing until he finally pulled out of her. He was panting loudly as he took a moment to catch his breath. He laid on his side beside her as he was coming down from the high that space gave him. Slowly his breathing slowed down and he seemed to be settling down. He then grabbed a hold of her and pulled her into his side, he wrapped his arms around her and moved his legs around hers. He held her closer and kissed her cheek and ear and then whispered into her ear. “Good girl, such a good girl, you have pleased me.” Demi felt all of his sperm fill her and ooze out of her. She was weak all over. Sore all over. She loved it. She felt like she was high on some drug that only he could provide her. Furthermore, she felt on the bed and laughed at what she just experienced. "That was awesome..." she said as he pulled her into his embrace, trapping her to him. She smiled and pressed herself to him, feeling his naked body to hers. Demi forgot about what was outside these walls. She forgot that there was a world out there. All she could think about what how this man changed everything. He brought who she wanted to really be, who she really was out into the open. She was thankful for that.

Mr. Not-So-Boring (ThePrince and Babygirl1990)|rating:3.0

World of Valreign

World of Val reign are roused from a fitful slumber, not by the warm rays of the sun, but by a cool breeze on your face that carries with it the enervating scent of pine forests and summer rain. Dreams of fire and blood, shadows and war slowly fade as you open your eyes, and it's difficult to remember that the dreams are spawned of memories. Memories of your world crumbling beneath the relentless march of armies and the endless struggle of a centuries old war no one remembers the reason for. Memories of a life spent in the mud, marching from battlefield to battlefield, or cowering in a burned out village as you waited for the war to pass you by. You watched as your world was consumed. The old kingdoms fell, consumed by the fires of battle, and warlords sprang up only to be cut down and replaced by another. There was no reason for it. The cause of the great war had been forgotten long before you were born, but the fighting continued as old grudges and hatreds drove men and women to slaughter in the name of causes they did not understand. However, these memories begin to fade as your senses return and the crisp breeze fills you with new life. It is night, but a night unlike any you have ever experienced. Above a brilliant silver moon casts light over the land, bathing the rolling hills and towering evergreens in a pale, majestic glow. Countless thousands of stars sparkle like rare gemstones in the velvet blackness, so close you feel as though if you climb to the top of a tree you might pluck them from the sky. Thin, wispy clouds tinged purple in the evening light drift across the moon, and the heavens are alive with an amazing aurora of blues, purples and silver. This is not the world you remember. This is not the world of blood and war you grew up in. This is somewhere new. This world is vibrant and alive. The air thrums with magic and mystery untouched by the horrors you are even now beginning to forget. As you contemplate your surroundings, a shadow passes over the moon, and you watch as the powerful and graceful silhouette of a dragon glides silently far above, vanishing over the horizon, and you realize you have stepped into a realm of myths made real. The night is still and quiet, save for the sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional distant hoot of an owl hunting in the dark. The warm breeze carries with it the scent of heather blossoms and sweet fern, and the moon's light is bright and clear, providing enough illumination to see the rolling hills that surround you. To the west a conifer forest of towering pines stands dark and silent, the tall treetops swaying in the breeze. Beneath the boughs the forest floor looks dark, the moon's pale glow barely penetrating the shadows of the forest. To the south the rolling hills grow higher, and outcroppings of bare gray stone can be seen jutting up from the ground. In the distance rise the slopes of far off mountains, their height obscured in the darkness of the night. To the north and east the rolling hills stretch on as far as the eye can see, their gentle slopes blanketed by growths of wild flowers and heather blossoms. Here and there a copse of trees marks the landscape, and a few large boulders poke up from the rich, dark earth. In the distance, at the very edge of the dark horizon, there is a patch of darker sky trailing up from the ground like a finger. It spreads as it rises into the air, caught by the breeze and scattered to the wind. It appears to be smoke from a distant fire. Reith slowly stood up, rubbing his eyes as he did so. Where am I...? He thought as he looked around in wonder. This wasn't the hideout where he usually woke up, and the last thing he remembered doing was pick-pocketing in the merchant district. So why was he here in this strange, beautiful place? It looked like a place from one of the old stories told by the caretaker, or one of the dreams he had as a brat." Is this a dream?" He asked himself, before shaking his head. No, it felt too real, and he knew he was wide awake. This wasn't a dream, but how did he get here? Wheelchair? Waking up, Gallon looks around for a few moments, then wipes his eyes, and opens them. He spends a few more moments staring at the flying dragon, before he starts really looking around. Ok. So. Big flying creature. Not... not something that I recognize. Ok, well... the moon's different as well, and this place... this place feels more... alive, somehow? But... how? I was sleeping, and maybe someone moved me? And kept me drugged? But I don't feel off in any way, so probably not. And... He reaches into his bag, and quickly withdraws a map case, producing a map, which he looks at, before looking back around. Not recognizing any landmarks, and the shape of the mountains doesn't match up. So, I've been moved a long way, but... no physical changes... He shakes his head. All right, well, I don't think I'm going to get anywhere anytime soon, but it looks like there's a fire over there, and it's not like I've got anything else to look forwards to. But... best to be careful. With that, Gallon silently picks up his supplies, and starts moving, carefully, towards the fire, trying to keep out of sight, and not draw attention, keeping alert as he goes, his hands near his weapons. Along the way, he collects any unfamiliar plants he sees, for later distillation. Spoiler: rolls Hide (1d20+12)[30] hide (1d20+12)[21] move silently (1d20+4)[23] Spot (1d20+4)[18] listen Alec's eyes slowly open, and he takes a cautious glance around. He slowly sits up and looks around, taking in the surrounding view. Well, this is interesting. I certainly don't recognize this area. I don't think I've ever seen anyplace this...alive before, or even-Alec's line of thought breaks off and his eyes widen as he glances up and notices the dragon gliding overhead. Is...is that a dragon? All this time I thought that dragons were just creatures from folk tales and stories my mother told me...ah, of course. I'm probably dreaming. Well, if this is my dream, a world constructed from my mind, I should be able to make it do whatever I want. Alec turns to a nearby tree and wills a lightning bolt to spontaneously appear and strike it. Nothing. He tries pinching his skin. Nothing. He closes his eyes and wills himself to wake up. Still nothing. Ok, it's probably safe to say this isn't a dream. If I'm wrong, worst case scenario I wake up and none of this matters. Let's see, what else could this be? Come on, think how you got here, or at least the last thing you remember. Let's see, I was just turning in one of my contacts who also happened to be a spy for a reward, but the magistrate was in on it and came at me with his...oh. I see. So, this is the afterlife. I was expecting much more fire. Hmm, not recognizing this place from any stories I know. An unknown afterlife, perhaps? Well of course the afterlife is unknown, who would come back to tell about it? Hmm, that looks like smoke for fire in the distance. Well that seems like as good a place as any to go. Fire usually means people, and the sooner I can find other people the better, especially with dragons and things around. Alec pauses, then turns and looks at where the dragon had gone. Unless, of course, the dragon was the cause of the fire. Well, change of plans, first step is to see what's around here. Alec pulls out his crossbow and slowly scans the surrounding area. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Spot: (1d20-1)[4] Listen: (1d20-1)[1] Looks like I wouldn't notice of the tarrasque was right behind me. I'm pretty sure this is going to come up soon, so I'd like to address it now: how much do I know about Leandro's deity, Emma? Knowledge Religion: (1d20+2)[7] And I've apparently never even heard of Emma. Darn. Seeing that he wasn't going to get any answers just standing there. Reith decided to head towards where the smoke was coming from. Most likely there were people there, and he might be able to get some answers as to where he was. But he needed to be careful and discreet as he moved, to not draw attention to himself, and he can then plan out the best course of action when he got there. Spoiler: Rolls Hide: (1d20+8)[9] Move Silently: (1d20+15)[29] Spot: (1d20-1)[7] Listen: (1d20+3)[23] Not seeing anything in his general vicinity, Alec decides to take his chances with the town. Even if the dragon had just attacked it, there were bound to be survivors, and he would rather take his chances with thinking creatures, creatures that he can manipulate. Standing up, he starts heading in the direction of the town. He tries to maintain an easy, casual stride with his crossbow slung across his back. He had never been any good at sneaking around, and he figured it would be far safer to look like he belonged there than to try to skulk about and fail. People gave you a pass on a lot of things if you acted like you knew what you were doing. Mylo awoke with a start. His body told him immediately that something was wrong. He did not know what it might be, but the simple fact that he was suddenly entirely awake with no trace of drowsiness was clue enough. He reached for his weapon and then realized that Umbra, the black panther who accompanied him, had been nudging him. Mylo looked at her, and it was plain, to his eyes at least, that she too was ill at ease. Her eyes darted up into the night sky as she gave a low growl and Mylo followed her gaze to see an impossible shape silhouetted against the moon, flying far overhead. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he realized the moon wasn't right." Where the hell are we?" Mylo whispered to Umbra through clenched teeth. She gave another growl in response and looked, this time, ahead of them through the grass. A dark figure was walking through the night, seemingly towards them. Mylo waved Umbra down to stay low and stood up. He uncharacteristically called out to the stranger, he needed answers." Ho there, that is far enough. Name yourself, friend or foe?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Anyone who would like to "stumble" upon us while walking toward the fire is welcome to. Sandra rips open her eyes as soon as she returns to consciousness, pulling herself into a seated position and looking around as her heart pounds. She had just been in battle, rushing forwards to bring the holy relic she had been given on one of the many enemies threatening to breach the temple. Now she was alone, in a field of some sort. Strange stars filled the sky, and Sandra spends a few moments in silent, wordless confusion. Was that a dragon? Could this place be the paradise of the next world? Looking around, the warrior spots smoke rising into the sky, finds trees and can feel a rising excitement brought on by their number. Shaking her head, Sandra rids herself of the brief joy. This was clearly not a place where trees were signs of civilization, and it didn't seem to be the land of light she had imagined Emma's paradise to be. Well, no matter where she was, it seems like a great deal of time has passed, given that the sun has gone below the horizon and given way to the moon and stars. Shifting onto her feet, Sandra draws the holy blade from its scabbard, smiling as the relic's soft golden light spills out onto her and the grass she kneels in. Holding the weapon reverently, Sandra holds it low, close to the grass and bows forwards until her forehead almost touches the blade, lips moving in silent prayer. After several minutes, Sandra rises, resolved to find answers to the questions still left by the sudden change. Still, some had faded, and she felt the bottomless pit of confusion fading, replaced by a resolute desire to find out more about the place she had been brought to, secure in the knowledge that Emma's will had brought her here directly. Rather than acting through the intermediaries of the elements or the faithful, the divine had seen fit to simply move her. A miracle, by most standards. But why had she been chosen? For what task? Laendra moves her thumb across the inscription in her armor slowly, eyes sometimes going to the relic in her other hand. Had she been brought here to ensure the safety of the relics? Was her fate to stay in this strange land until someone worthy came to retrieve them, when she was old and widened by her time in a cave? Again Sandra shakes her head, deciding to simply let the thoughts go. She had, after all, no idea of what she had brought here for. There was nothing to do but look for the explanation that would hopefully be coming soon. Glowing relic in hand, Sandra makes her way towards the rising smoke, golden light shining from the weapon she holds high. Originally Posted by Meiji "Ho there, that is far enough. Name yourself, friend or foe?" Alec smiles. What luck! He had already found someone, and this person both shared his language and didn't kill him on sight. He stops and turns to the stranger while holding out empty hands. And a "good evening" to you, too. I am Alec Foreman, humble merchant and stranger in these parts. I hope that we can be friends, good sir. Might I ask your name? Mylo relaxes slightly. At the same time, he has never been approached peaceably by a stranger in the wilderness at night, and is unsure quite how to react. After a moments pause, and for lack of a better idea, he simply answers Alec's question." Mylo Lone root is my name." He motions the panther crouching in the grass to rise but stay put. She growls. "And this is Umbra, do not be alarmed. She will not attack unless I direct her to, or she is provoked, or hungry, or startled..." Mylo is rambling awkwardly and stops himself. He stares at Alec uncomfortably for a few moments then blurts out, "Where are we, I don't... I'm not sure how we came to be here?" Alec jumps slightly at the sight of the panther. Oh. Wow. I...didn't see your friend there. I must say I'm impressed by the company you keep. As for where we are, well, I was hoping you could tell me that. The last I remember I was in a completely different land. I had just stumbled onto a plan to assassinate the local baron. He was a good baron, I was rather fond of him, and had even sold to him a few times. I couldn't just let something like this happen, so I reported what I knew to the magistrate. Unfortunately, it turned out the magistrate was in on the plot. The last thing I remember was the magistrate charging me and his sword swinging down. Then I woke up here. Alec waves his hand around him. I don't know about you, but the land where I came from is much more...desolate than this place. Decaying, plagued by constant war, not a spot known that wasn't a battlefield at some point and with the scars to show it. This place just feels more alive. More vibrant. And it has far more dragons than the place I'm from, that is, more than zero. My best guess is that this is the afterlife. Alec gives Mylo a cheerful smile. So, how did the two of you die? Mylo thinks on that for a moment. "You speak of my home as well, Alec, but I don't think I'm dead... I've seen so many people die, I'm sure I would have recognized it if it happened to me. The last I remember before I woke up here... I was tailing some unskilled scouts. I had a bead on one of them, was going to put an arrow in his knee and drag him back to my captain. No, I don't think I'm dead." Mylo looks in the direction of the billowing smoke. "I need to find someone else, someone who is from here, who can answer my questions." Well then, we share a common goal. If this isn't the afterlife, I would very much like to know what it is. Alec points to the distant smoke. I was heading over to that fire before you so rudely stopped me. Hopefully there will be people there, people from around here who can answer some questions. Now, unless you have a better idea, I intend to keep going. Care to join me? "Very well." Mylo calls Umbra to heel, and they hike with Alec Foreman into the night. The rolling hills are bitingly peaceful, but Mylo never takes his hand off of his weapon's hilt. The journey across the hills towards the distant smoke proves to be a much longer walk than any of the strangers to this land had first anticipated. The rolling landscape seems to stretch on and on, and after an hour of walking the smoke doesn't seem to be any closer. However, what does appear is a dark pool of water nestled between the slopes of the rolling hills. It is framed by smooth stones and a collection of leafy bushes that obscure the banks of the pool. In the dim light of the moon, small silver fish can be seen feeding near the surface. It is here that the five strangers all find themselves when a long, deep roar echoes across the hills. The sound is a bit haunting and seems to linger for a while on the midnight breeze before it fades. The source is unclear, and the direction of it is impossible to determine as it echoes between the hills and stones. Reith approached the pool first, starring at it in slight enjoyment. Before today, he never thought he would see something so... serene. The whole area was quite pleasant and was like something out of a dream. Was this the afterlife? He didn't remember dying. And he was also pretty sure that if there was an afterlife, he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to end up in this one. He was stirred from his thoughts by the roar. He looked around frantically, trying to determine where it had come from, to no avail. "Just what exactly is this place?" He asked aloud to himself. Coming across a pool, Gallon keeps out of sight, looking for trouble; Pools like this were never left unguarded. After a few minutes, and not seeing anyone, he sees someone approach, and he watches, warily. The one approaching seemed more... normal. And then the roar comes. Gallon thinks, but... there isn't anything that he knows of that could roar like that. As there was nothing he could do, his attention returns to the fellow standing near the pool. Just as he gets changed to crazy fellow. Well... I suppose he'll either try to kill me, or he won't... We'll see. With that, Gallon quietly comes into the open." Hail!" Mylo had asked Umbra to stay back with Alec as he cautiously approached the pool. It was so placid; it seemed otherworldly to him. The roaring sound brakes him away from his thoughts and persuades him to draw his bow and knock an arrow. He is so intent on discovering the source that, while looking around without direction, he carelessly reveals himself to another man near the pool who had previously been obscured by the shadows." Hail!" Startled, Mylo immediately aims his arrow at the man. Umbra, sensing the tension and queued by the drawn weapon, bounds away from Alec towards the newcomer without instruction." Down, down!", shouts Mylo at the black panther, and she comes to a halt. Umbra's eyes dart back and forth between Mylo and Gallon, and every muscle in her body is tensed for further action. Mylo slowly takes a breath to steady himself. I must compose myself. I need answers, not enemies." Hail, sir," Mylo sighs and lowers his weapon, then waves for Alec to come closer. "I am Mylo," he motions towards the panther, "and this is Umbra." Seeing the arrow aimed his way, Gallon dives behind a tree, as finely honed reflexes kick in, and he waits a few moments, while he draws his weapon. Ambush! Knew I should have avoided this place, but did I listen... However, before he can really get going, he hears the call to the panther, shouting down, and he looks out, prepared to duck back into cover very quickly, should an arrow come his way." That how you usually greet people?" Mylo stares at Gallon, unblinking, for a few moments then says simply, "Yes."" Do you, or this place, have a name?" Gallon shrugs, still peering out from behind the tree." No idea. I'm Gallon." Reith approached the two cautiously. He had heard the original 'Hail!', but before he could respond to it, the other man had shown up as well. "Hail." He said, both his hands raised to show he wasn't holding any weapons." So... neither of you know where this is either." He said. "I'm Reith, and I find myself in a similar situation as you." Sandra continues her way towards the smoke, pausing as a roar crashes all around her, looking for the source and hastening her pace. There was only more reason to search, now - it may well be that the task being presented to her would involve whatever had created such a deafening noise. Moving further, she finds herself near a pool and, for the first time since her awakening, not alone. Several others were already present, as well as a black lion-like creature. Eyes going across them for a moment, glowing weapon held high, Sandra speaks, using the block-like speech of the traders' tongue rather than the flowing language she normally used." Blessed evening to you. Do you know where this is?" She asks, gesturing to the surrounding space with one hand. Why oh why did he put me on panther sitting duty? Alec thinks as the Umbra crouches next to him. He still isn't comfortable around that thing. Alec starts as the panther bounds forward to help Mylo, then sighs in exasperation when he sees that Mylo tries to introduce himself to a stranger with an arrow. He knew he needed the ranger for protection in these lands, but now he sees just how much the ranger needs him in situations where a silver tongue is better than a sharp shot. As three other strangers enter the area, Alec decides to make his presence known. Steeling himself, he strides forward casually. Well, I might as well join the party. Greetings all! I am Alec Foreman, humble merchant and stranger in these parts. I get the feeling that my friends Mylo and Umbra and I are not the only ones mysteriously transported from our war torn homes to this place. So, we are now faced with a few questions: where are we, why and how were we transported, and were we the only ones to be transported this way? Gallon, still behind the tree, responds, as several more people arrive, or reveal themselves. His voice is strong, and calm." Everyone, calm down! I don't think we're where we were! I don't think we're even on the same world. The landmarks don't match up, and the moon's wrong. I don't know of any reason for us to be transported, but there must be one. Transporting people across worlds... can't be simple, which means that someone went to a lot of trouble to bring us here. Regardless, all we can do now is guess. We need information." Alec nods along with what Gallon says, then adds, Also, this place has dragons. Mylo is visibly relieved when Alec moves in and takes the reins of the conversation. As the others begin to converse back and forth he takes the opportunity to fall back from the discussion. Mylo puts his bow away and kneels down to stroke Umbra's fur, calming her as he listens intently to the others. "Another world..." Reith muttered to himself as he looked up at the sky and at the moon. Yeah, it was pretty clear that it wasn't the same moon he remembered growing up with. And the pattern of stars was completely unrecognizable as well. He had so many questions that he wanted to be answered, but he could guess that the people around him would not be able to answer them any better than he could. What they needed right now was information from a resident of this world." Honestly, I don't think we're going to be able to figure out much here. We may be able to speculate, but I think our first priority is to find civilization, and get some information about this world from the residents." He said, turning his head back in the direction he had seen the smoke. As the weapons are put away, Gallon seems to be willing to come out from behind his tree. His armor and gear seems rather well-used, and while his face only has one scar, on his right cheek, his hands bear quite a lot more." In that case, are we willing to work together?" Alec nods. Yes, working together would be prudent. Alec then turns to the pool and rubs his chin thoughtfully. When we were transported, we all woke up in separate locations, yet within a few hours of waking we all managed to meet up at this pool at roughly the same time. Only Mylo and I encountered each other before coming to the pool. Could be a coincidence, but I mistrust coincidences. I wonder, what is so special about this pool? I do agree with Reith though, we desperately need to find someone who actually knows about this place and is willing to talk. Furthermore, I wonder if people spontaneously getting transported here is a common occurrence. Mylo wordlessly nods his assent to the suggestion of working together. He clears his throat awkwardly as Alec finishes his sentence and says, "We're going to check around the pool...just in case. We'll be back shortly." Without waiting for approval from the others, Mylo and Umbra slink into the darkness. They follow the brush around the lakefront, on the prowl for anything noteworthy. Spoiler: Skill Checks Hide Search (1d20+7)[20] Hide (Mylo) (1d20+11)[17] Hide (Umbra) (1d20+8)[20] Move Silently (Mylo) (1d20+11)[27] Move Silently (Umbra) (1d20+8)[25] As no one objects, Gallon looks around, and nods." All right then. In that case, since none of us seem to be from here, why don't we head for the smoke? There might be someone there we can talk to... if they speak the same language. If not, well... we can probably work something out. I don't think there is anything special about the pool. We just don't have the information to determine anything about that. Maybe, here, instead of rain, it moves people. Who knows? Honestly, even if we find something unusual about the pool, well... I don't think we could do anything about it. If we remember where the pool is, we can potentially come back, once we learn more." With that, Gallon starts up the slope, towards the smoke. Alec considers Gallon's words. Hmm, good point. Well, I don't have any better ideas than heading towards the smoke. Alec glances nervously at the sky. Was I the only one who saw a dragon silhouette when I got here? Because most stories I've read of dragons have said they can breathe fire... Oh well, I don't have any better ideas. Let's just be careful and keep on eye on the sky. With that, he follows after Gallon. Walking up the slope, Gallon responds to Alec." I did indeed. From what I've heard of dragons, I'm planning on running if one decides to try to kill us, and hoping that some cover can be found. Evasion is a far surer defense." "I saw it as well, and I'm not looking forward to running into another one." Reith said as he walked along with the others. He didn't think they could handle such a creature. He didn't think any kind of mortal could." While this place may seem a lot nicer, it could also be a lot more dangerous in some regards." He told the group. Gallon nods at this." The most dangerous foe is the one you don't know." Alec smiles. Correction: the most dangerous foe is the one you think is a friend. Gallon shakes his head." No, I'd say that one who was a friend is worse. A foe pretending to be a friend, well, people often find themselves becoming what they pretend to be." Mylo, who had fallen into pace aside Alec, looks confusedly at him and Gallon as they trade enigmatic advice. Finally, he feels the need to speak up." The most dangerous foe is the one you don't see coming." He leaves it at that and returns his eyes to the path before them. Umbra says nothing, she has been munching on a silver fish since the two of them rejoined the others and left the dark pool behind. Gallon laughs, a rough sound." You know... the most dangerous foe is the one you're facing at the moment. Anything else is a luxury. And this is a thing that can be debated for all time." My friend, today I have nearly killed by a corrupt magistrate, transported to an unknown land with dragons, left alone with a panther, and now I am walking towards smoke with no idea what is there except for fire. Debating what the most dangerous foe is with someone not trying to kill me is a welcome change of pace. Plus, it helps keep my mind off of the more disturbing implications of this place. Alec again glances up at the sky. For example, if this place has dragons, what other monsters might it hold? Demons? Witches? Tax collectors? "Don't be ridiculous." Reith said, rolling his eyes with a grin. "Tax collectors are just a made up bedtime-story to scare children." Alec narrows his eyes. My sister's mother-in-law's gardener says that he's seen a tax collector before, with his own two eyes. Are you calling my sister's mother-in-law's gardener a liar? "Yes, yes I am saying that your sister's mother-in-law's gardener is a dirty liar." Reith said with a straight expression. "They probably smell as well." Alec shakes his head. Where I'm from, that is a terrible assault on my family's honor, and must be answered by a duel to the death. Fortunately, we are not where I'm from, so I am free instead to simply insult you instead, you left-handed son of a rabbit. Gallon shrugs at the banter." We'll see what we see." Sandra listens silently as the others speak, nodding occasionally to show her agreement as they come to conclusions. As the group behind to move, she takes a position roughly in its center, raising the holy relic in her hand high so that its light spills over the heads of the others to illuminate the path they take. Their conversation is strange, but she doesn't comment, still mulling over what it could mean that they were brought here as well. After some time she simply resigns herself to ignorance. She was, after all, not one to seek the reasons behind Emma's actions, only to do all that she could in order to comply to the divine will." Where was the sun, when you were brought here?" Laendra asks after some time, waiting for the exchange of the others to wind down before speaking, mail softly clinking with each step." I will need to find the times, for the..."she pauses, frowning briefly. Did the trader tongue even have a word for that?" Times to pray." Gallon shakes his head at the question (After he parses her accent), his mail jingling." It was night when I arrived." As the group moves out from the placid pool the night is quiet once again. The echoes of the unearthly roar have faded and once again the sounds of nocturnal insects and distant birds fill the night air. The group walks on for another twenty minutes before the barest tint of orange begins to touch the distant eastern horizon. The stars above begin to fade, and the aurora that has sparkled in the sky since the groups' arrival slowly fades away as the moon sinks toward the distant mountains. The group can see morning dew forming on the surrounding grass, and as the morning air begins to warm, a light mist covers the ground. Suddenly a new sound comes to their ears. The steady thump, thump, thump of several heavy feet. Looking around, the group easily spots a strange sight charging over the next rise toward them. Six large reptiles appear, each one running on a pair of strong legs, while smaller forearms reach out in front of them. Long, powerful tails trail through the grass behind them, and they possess narrow, elongated heads. As they draw closer, the group can make out sickle shaped black claws on the creature's toes and fingers, sharp fangs in their wide mouths, and the slit pupil, brilliant green eyes of predators. Even more unusual, however, is that each of the six reptile creatures wear primitive bridles around their heads, and each carries a rider. The riders appear to be slender humanoid people with athletic builds. They wear simple hides and armor made of bones and leather. Their skin appears dark, almost bronze, and they all sport long black hair that hangs nearly to their waists. As they draw closer, the group can see that their features are fine, and their ears are pointed. These can only be elves. The six riders circle the group and level long, obsidian tipped spears at them. The apparent leader, a stunningly beautiful female with an impressive plume of colorful feathers braided into her black hair, glares down at them. When she speaks, her words are strange but not entirely foreign. Reith and Aaron recognize it as being a form of even, but primitive and difficult to understand,"I am El'derived Simrivvnel, daughter of Rel'vinyl, Hunt Mistress of the Tribe of the Running Stag. Who are you and why do you trespass through our hunting grounds?" Reith took a cautious stance when the creatures came upon them, and had been moving to the back of the group when he noticed that they held riders. Whatever creatures they may be, he guessed they were domesticated enough to be used as steeds by these people. Once they were close enough, he recognized them as elves. He had dealings with elves before, often visiting some of the villages and cities to sell some of the items he had looted from the battlefields. He would often do this when he started catching too much heat back in his home city. He stepped forward to the front of the group, seeming a bit eager, and began speaking in the even dialect he best knew. "Greetings Hunt Mistress, I am Reith and me and my companions are lost wanderers." He explained to her, not even needing to lie about that. "This may sound strange and unbelievable, but my companions and I have found ourselves here under mysterious circumstances. We aren't quite sure where we are, but at least now we know that people live on this land." Spoiler: Rolls Hide Diplomacy: (1d20+6)[20] Gallon watches the sky as it changes, wondering what caused the aurora, but there was little time to watch, as there was so much unknown to him here. New animals, plants... What new surprises might they reveal? As he walks, he takes several samples, careful to note what they are, but when the sound of thumping is heard, he goes immediately on alert, seeking the source of the sound, and soon spotting the strange creatures. Reptilian in nature, or appearance? I'd anticipate that any creature of that size would be warm-blooded; If not, I don't think the sun could provide sufficient heat to keep them so active, especially considering the size. Perhaps the equivalent of horses? They look to be carnivores, so they probably have a high sprint, but a lower sustained endurance, compared to horses? And a more limited diet. Clearly domesticated, and it seems their riders are rather primitive. No signs of worked metal. Odd. Ceremonial, possibly? But, clearly heading our way, so perhaps we were brought here as their prey? It seems like an odd choice. After they arrive, Gallon continues to study them, trying to learn as much as they can, while others talked. As the sky brightens, Sandra eventually lowers her weapon, whispering a few words in her native tongue and bowing her head briefly before sheathing it carefully. As they continue, she watches the sky closely, growing quiet and seeming to carefully watch the progression of the dawn. As the air warms, she takes a moment to brush some of the dew off of her feet, frowning at the odd occurrence. Was it another strange feature of this place they had been brought to? Perhaps water was so plentiful here that the plants released some, each morning? As the strange riders come into view, Sandra's first instinct is to draw the relic blade at her hip, but she forces the urge down, repeating to herself a part of the holy mandate as they approach, slowly pulling her hand away from the weapon. The woman's words are odd, and she replies only with a silent stare, relieved when one of the others begins to made vaguely similar sounds. Hopefully he was speaking some kind of similar language, and not simply throwing gibberish back at her. Alec notes the surrounding landscape with pleasure. Yes, this is a nice place. Full of life, plenty of water, insects and a nice sunrise. Whatever transported us seemed to pick a fairly nice place. Though, if there is one thing I learned from home, it's that a nice place is usually wanted by multiple parties, and they usually don't like sharing... His thoughts are interrupted by the elves on their...what are those? Giant walking lizards? Alec vaguely recalled seeing a skeleton of one, but it had been labeled a dragon. After seeing a silhouette of a real dragon, Alec was fairly confident that these were not dragons. Perhaps these are simply creatures that went extinct in their world a long time ago. The gods know they have had plenty of creatures that have gone extinct. Alec suddenly has a cold thought. What if they had never been transported out of their world? What if they had instead been transported to the past of their world, before the desolation? Alec pushes those thoughts back as one of the riders begins to speak. He guesses by her bearing and attire that she is the leader. Alec thinks she is speaking some dialect of elvish. He has heard it spoken quite often during his travels, but had never taken the time to learn it. More is the pity. Alec would very much like to know what is being said, but holds his tongue after Gallon responds. One thing he had learned was that most people don't like it when you're rude, and butting into a conversation to ask it be changed to a different language was fairly rude. He would need to wait for an appropriate time to ask, or hopefully Gallon would ask it be changed. Surely Gallon guess that not all of them speak elvish. Edit: Alec then realized that he was mixing up Gallon and Reith. It was sometimes hard to keep track of the names of a bunch of people he had only met a few hours ago. He was going to have to get better at that. The slow sunrise provides a small amount of comfort to Mylo as the group hikes. It's as if the sunlight abates the weirdness of their situation and surroundings. Then, just as his frayed nerves begin to knit back together, he hears the sound of heavy footfalls. Then the strange creatures come over the rise, bearing, perhaps, even stranger riders. Understanding that the immediate goal of their unexpected company was to meet natives of this land, Mylo holds back any actions and waits to see what comes. He kneels down and puts a hand on Umbra as she tenses up. Fortunately, though the strangers surround them, they begin by talking. Unfortunately, it is a strange language Mylo is not familiar with. He watches the apparent leaders face for clues as to her attitude as Reith begins a dialog.

World of Valreign|rating:4.0

Twins Experience

Blonde locks ruffled in the noon breeze of a summer afternoon. The red panda girl who own those locks could barely contain her excitement about these summers break. She got to sped time with her twin brother. Who she hadn't seen since their birthday which was just about a year passed. She could admit she had changed. Surely he is as well. And they had many things to catch up on. That was if he remembered to show up at their parents cabin. She gave her ears a small twitch. Followed by a restless flicker of her tail that was wrapped around her exposed mid-drift. The sleek dark fur soft and smooth. She grinned as she pushed up her shades as she brought her car down a nearly hidden dirt road. The path took ten minutes of slow travel through the forest clearly hadn't been tended during the spring. So it seemed to take much longer then she liked. But soon enough she came to a clearing where the cabin sat viewing the large lake. Pulling off to the side she found she had arrived before her brother. Which didn't surprise her she was always early for everything. Even at birth. There were only ten minutes between the two of them. Sighing softly as she drew in a deep breath of fresh air. Nothing contaminating the area since the nearest town or city was little over two hours away. Getting out of the car, she went to the front door and unlocked it. Her hips held that feminine sway., which made her jean short shorts even more enticing than the already were. Snug to her perfect ass her red and orangish tail swaying from side to side. She wore flip-flops, and a white tank top. "Been awhile"she purred as she pushed open the door. It has been a few years since she herself had been here. She loved the cabin as a young cub. Once the door was open she turned and settled her green eyes upon the lake front. She was so planning on hopping in later in the afternoon. But for now she was going to bring her things in, and wait on her brother. She brought her suitcases in, all two of them, and two coolers of food, and drinks. Tyler yelled out his window as the traffic towards the campground moved ever so slowly, the right of summer starting to hit everyone as they tried to get out and enjoy the weather. The date of his trip out to the family cabin seemed to come much faster than Tyler was expecting, causing him to have rushed his packing and preparations this morning not to mention making him late. The traffic jam was his reward for that but all he hoped was that he had remembered everything that he would need because it didn't really seem like something fun to drive back into town for supplies, once he reached the cabin, that was where he would stay until they needed some food. Finally getting frustrated, Tyler makes his own road and cuts behind a group of trees to make his way up through to the secluded path to the cabin's clearing. Thankfully his new dark red SUV was more than enough to handle the "off-road" solution. The larger than average car was a decision to try and put for a slightly more masculine appearance than he already had. It wasn't as though he looked like a woman but both he and his twin shared the same basic build, which he often described as sleek and slender. She had developed hips and curves where Tyler had not but no matter how much he tried, there seemed to be no way that he could put on much more body mass. Thankfully he had a couple of inches on his sister, at least he did the last time that he saw her. A large dust cloud settled around his car as Tyler approached the cabin far to fast which would certainly alert Marie to his arrival, not that the heavy door closing wouldn't be heard throughout the area. Since he wasn't overly proud of his slender body, Tyler didn't wear nearly as tight the type of clothing as his twin. A loose fitting white t-shirt with his school's mascot on it, a green knight with red highlights to his armor, covered his upper half while baggy fitting khaki shorts covered the bottom half as they reached down past his knees. Holding his two small bags, one in each paw, Tyler approached the cabin. "Marie? That is your car in the driveway isn't it?" Marie heard his approach before he even pulled up into the parking spaces by the cabin. She knew it was his collage gift from their parents. They both got a vehicle of their choice for when they went off on their own. And while she had a sports type car, while he got a beast compared to her. She grinned, and slowly rose from where she had decided to sit for a few moments before he had gotten there. Having emptied the coolers into the fridge. This place was a bit more than a normal cabin. It had electricity. Fully furnished with couch, love seats, dining table, flat screen, surround sound, consul and well water outside. Life couldn't of gotten any better could it. Straightening down her shirt that revealed her navel, as her short shorts reveal some of that delectable V and nearly some cheek. She hurried out the front door as she hears the heavy close of his SUV door before his voice rang out. "Of course it is Tyler" She chuckled shaking her head as she set her dazzling green eyes upon her younger brother, by a few minutes. She skipped down a few steps, this firm breast bouncing in time. Clearly not wearing a bra, since her nipples her perking slightly. She had filled out, her breasts filling nearly two cups larger than he last saw her. Her hips slightly rounder, and that ass as well. She hugged him "Long time no see baby brother, seems you put on a few inches"She chuckled as she gathered his coolers from the back of his vehicle and helped him unload. "So staying out of trouble?" Shed purred naturally as she walked before him. Hips a swaying. Tyler's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he saw his "older" sister skipping down the steps to great him with her trademark hug. To try and hide it, the young male turned away from her as if he was coughing or sneezing, but she could probably see the reaction on his face. Sure Marie was always rather comfortable around him, but she could at least wear a bra and not flaunt the fact that she got the better end of the gene pool when it comes to the body right in his face. It isn't like they were 12 any more after all, her body was much different now. Those thoughts needed to be pushed right out of his head as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, bags still in hand but wanting to show affection towards her. With his ears at full attention and another part of him at partial attention, though still hidden in his loose fitting shorts, he entered the cabin. "I see that Mom and Dad have been paying to keep this place up...at least a little bit anyway." Dropping his bags on the side of the couch to be tucked away later, he turned around to flash Marie a smile as he brushed his much shorter blonde hair from his eyes." And yes, you know that I am not going to be the one getting into trouble." Not really able to speak any words about the way that she was dressed or her body in general, Tyler simply moved his hand in a way that would suggest that was what he was referring too. "I have put on a couple of inches, gotta stay ahead of you somehow. It's not like I can actually put on any bulk after all." Shaking his head, Tyler tried to move that sentiment from his mind as this weekend was not about his insecurities but about reconnecting with his sister." What about you Marie? I assume that your year at school went well? You said something about trying to join a sorority or something last time we talked didn't you?" Marie was good at not reading the signs he had given in response to what she was wearing. She was comfortable that's all that mattered to her at the moment. Although. Her green eyes did take a good quick sweep along his body. And smirked before nodding. "Yes if they have enough money to be-able to travel the world, they have enough money to pay for the summer up keep for us." She said, glancing over her shoulder at him as she went to unload his food into the fridge as well. Of course, they would share. They shared everything." Hate to say it don't think you would bulk up. But you hold good qualities. I am sure you still have women throwing themselves at you like they had back in high school."she teased him. "You know your hot"She chuckled closing the fridge. Walking back to him. "I hardly caused any trouble. If I did, you were right there with me. So"She playfully stuck her tongue out in a playful jest. Before walking to her room. Her back to him. As she lifted her shirt up and over. Clearly to comfortable with herself." Let me change into something then we can hit the lake. I am dying to hop in. Aren't you?" She said smile over her shoulder to him as she breached the doorway her shorts already on there way down before she disappeared into the room. Clearly she was a fan of the thong. She heard him ask about that sorority she wanted in. Or had wanted. It wound up being nothing but a group of whores who slept with the jock, and anyone that would take them really. Soon she walked from her room in a black bikini. Leaving little to the imagination while still being appropriate. A sky blue towel rested over her shoulders."Yeah, never joined." She said shrugging slightly. Women may have been throwing themselves at him in high school, but it wasn't as if Tyler had really taken advantage of it as most guys would have. He just wasn't really into randomly sleeping with women that he didn't care for. It probably didn't help when the one girl that he really wanted wouldn't give him the time of day. Having to close his eyes when she practically got naked right in front of him, Tyler jerked his head away. "You know that you shouldn't be saying those kinds of things to me Marie. I am your brother. If you want to say that I am handsome, good-looking, or something like that fine....but I don't really want to hear my sister say that I am hot especially around other people. It is like having your mother tell people that you have a wonderful personality." Secretly though, hearing her say that made him feel a bit better about himself, but he would never admit that to anyone. It was bad enough that he was practically ogling her right now. He muttered to himself...."God, her fur looks so soft...." But shook his head and practically ran to his room, scooping up his bags as he did. She was dead set on going down to the beach, so he might as well get out his trunks and change. Rustling through the clothes and other belongings, he soon let out an almost tortured yell. "FUCK ME!" A moment later, Tyler walked out from inside his room. Keeping his eyes on the floor or another part of the room, making sure not to take a look at his sister's impressive assets, he looked rather dejected. "I will come to the beach with you but you're looking at just what I will be wearing. My trunks....are still back in dorm room." "Ohh quit being a stick in the mud."she chuckled shaking her head. "Always so you know"She wavered her hand as she made her way towards the cabin door. Hips swaying. Had he looked he would see some of the lower part of her ass? Her tail flowing from side to side. Which didn't help her. "It is harmless. Sides we are alone. So I can say yer hot if I want to. Nothing really wrong with that." She purred with a small wrinkle of her nose. She leaned against the door jamb. Her arms crossing beneath her chest. As though shelving them when really it was just an impatient stance. Her eyes followed him into his room. Figuring to change. When she heard him yell Fuck Me she jumped. Her eyes widening as she watched him walk back out "Are you serious . You forgot your swim gear when you know we were coming to the cabin." With a sigh she walked back across the room. "I may have something. We are nearly built the same. Though I've a bit more in the hip department."she laughed entering her room once more. Finding it absolutely amusing. She should have known that he would have forgotten. Kinda why she brought some boy trunks. Soon she walked from the room with a pair of blue boy trunks. And tossed them to him. "Hurry up. I will meet you down at the lake." With that she nearly skipped from the cabin and headed right for the lake. Spreading out her towel before she hopped into the water. Although she had a bit of a problem not even ten minutes in. Her top untying and sinking within the water. "Oh dear." She said in a small purr wading through the water as she searched waist deep in the lake. Her breasts full and perky within the noon breeze. Marie was gone and out towards the beach before he could question why she had a man's pair of swim trunks and what on earth possessed her to bring them with her to the cabin. One of the reasons that their parents bought this cabin originally was it was truly secluded with only a few other cabins anywhere near the property and those people are there even less than his own family. So even if these shorts were a bit to snug for his liking, there likely wasn't going to be anyone around that would see Tyler other than his dear sister. Changing right there in the living room, setting his shorts and boxers over the side of the love seat. "I can't believe I started to drip precut from looking at my sister....maybe my friends are right. I need to get laid more." Letting the drops of precut drip between his thumb and forefinger, Tyler cleaned it off into his fur as it will just come right off in the water of the lake. Slipping the trunks over his lower body, he runs out and surprise, surprise, he forgot the towel. A smile finally rolled across the male's face as he got closer to the lake, starting to settle into the vacation atmosphere. Not seeing anyone around the shore of the lake, he closes his eyes and calls out to her. "I sure hope that you aren't planning to try any of that usual crap where you jump out at me....." Getting within the sight line of the open lake, Tyler's eyes slowly start to open, and he freezes right in place as he stares at Marie's exposed body sliding in and out of the water as she tries to fish something out. He had no idea that she was looking for her top. Realizing that his cock was showing the shock and arousal that was evident a moment ago on his face, Tyler's paws immediately went to try and cover himself. "My god Marie! What on earth are you doing? " Marie jumped at the sound of his voice. Having very little thought on covering those glorious breasts of her she turned to him seeing him not to far off from her. She swallowed nervously and smiled sheepishly "I jumped into the lake, and I guess my top wasn't secure enough. You know how tricky it is to tie the strings yourself" Seeing that she was unable to find her top she gave a small sigh. "This was my favorite bikini to."she grumbled making her way back to the beach. Clearly upset about the lost. Before giving another sigh." So the shorts they umm.... Fit sorta" she blushed and immediately covered up her chest. Seeing just how he responded to seeing her naked. "ERM think you need another size or two for." She nodded to the shorts and the evident bulge within. She looked away in time for the strings of the bottoms to drop off. Gasping as she stood nude before her brother. Blushing brightly now as she watched him. Before looking away. He was the first to see her naked. She never had total interest in sex. So it was one reason why she never joined in the sorority. She wanted to do it with someone she trusted. She hurried away. Her back to him as she gathered the towel. Giving him a clear viewing of her ass and ethers. A small scent filling the small area before she wrapped the towel around her Everything inside of him was screaming at him to bend Marie over the side of the nearby picnic table and pound her until she screams to stop, that was painfully evident by the fact that he was already busting out of the shorts, and he wasn't even fully erect yet. Nobody knew it, but he was quite large, something that you couldn't see when he was younger as that part of him never really developed when they were running around naked together. Everything was running through his mind as to how he could get away from her view and hide her body from his own sight. It was nearly too much for him. Taking a running start into the shallow water of the lake, Tyler soon disappeared beneath the water's surface still with his shirt on with the trunks. If he could find her clothes, it would give him the break from her body so that she could cover up and maybe just maybe give him the opportunity to control himself before he got too erect. All she would be able to see for a while was the tip of his tail as it poked above the surface and even that disappeared as he found the bikini. Popping up and gasping for air in the chest deep water, though not quite deep enough that it would have covered Marie's breasts. Using one paw to cover his eyes and the other to hold up the bikini. "I found them.... I think anyway. I would imagine there aren't exactly a lot of bikini pieces at the bottom of our lake. You have to come get them though.... I... I just can't...." Marie could tell he was feeling what she was. Well since she saw the tell-tale sign of his arousal pressing probably uncomfortably against the short materials. With towel snug in place she had watched with a slight curiosity. She wondered what it would be like to actually have sex. She knew it was wrong to think this way but a part of her just couldn't help it. Furthermore, she was mature, and closing in on a heat cycle. Furthermore, she could feel the invisible strings within her loin pull tight and make her rub her thighs together. Watching as he looked over the lake bottom for her top. Licking her lips before once more biting on her lower lip she slowly made her way to the waters edge. Watching as he covered his eyes and held up her bikini top. Dropping the towel she inhaled softly. "Thank you, Tyler. Though I am curious about something. Ya I know its wrong but." He could feel the water move around him as she entered the lake. Moving to him before she claimed his lips. Blushing softly she ran her hand over his cock. Quite shock on just how large he was now." I think we both have tension needing to be let out from the school year. This is a place where we can let go and relax and not have to worry about anything other than the two of us." She said breaking from the kiss before taking his hands. Guiding them to her breasts. "What better than with someone you trust. And love?" she cocked her head looking at her brother. Her cheeks flushing brightly. Tyler kept his hand firmly pressed against his eyes as she got closer to him, not wanting to exasperate his current condition any further than it already was. Things were going to be awkward enough for him that he would probably be picturing his sister when her masturbated back at the cabin. Then before he knew what was happening, a moan escaped his lips as her hand slipped up his length. Nobody would ever hear that moan though, as her lips sealed that off with a passion filled kiss. The previously covered eyes shot open and the hand covering it fell down to his side as the seconds past in their kiss, then they were close together and his paws were wrapped around her supple breasts. Instinctively they started to squeeze and lightly massage them, not even registering that it was happening yet. Tyler was shocked to hear that his sister had not yet experienced sex, having the body that she did and all. He could feel her nipples starting harden beneath his palms. Leaning into his loving sister, Tyler began to kiss and bite lightly up and down her neck then her shoulder. All the while he was trying to talk himself, not to mention Marie, out of what they were doing. But right now her scent and the passion of the moment were just too much. "Marie....we...really can't...we are....family....the closest kind of family.....twins have a bond....like nobody else." "I know it's wrong, but in a sense you are right. Only you truly would know how I feel at this moment, what I need" She said giving off a soft moan as he trails nibbles and nips and kisses along her neck. Her eyes closing as she tilted her head. Clearly offering him more." The bond we have is special. This will make it even tighter. Something like this should be done with those we love, those we trust. So I offer my innocents to you Tyler. "She purred she wanted to ask if he prefers some stranger claiming her. But she couldn't say anything. All she wanted was to feel. Marie moaned softly before her hands found the ties of his shorts and the button and undid them. Slipping her hand into him. "You need release of all this tension, this need." She murmured as she slipped her hand into his shorts. Her eyes closing as she rand her hand carefully along his huge hard member. Drawing a low whimper of need from her lips. Swallowing she opened her eyes. "This will only be between us. No one needs to know. WE are alone here"She added leading him to the shore. And dropping to her knees. Blushing she knelt before him and worked off the shorts. Her eyes never leaving his until she felt a gentle tap of his cock against her muzzle. She smiled. Tyler didn't fight her in the least as Marie led him slowly to shore, the feeling of her fur around his nearly throbbing member was further entrancing him even if it was under the water. Then his eyes opened slowly to see her knelt down in front of him, her muzzle meeting the tip of his cock. He wondered just what she had done before, what kinds of experiences that she had. At his school, he hadn't really gotten too much past seeing a few sets of breasts and a good amount of kissing. Nervously he brought up the courage to ask her. "H....have you done this before?" A paw slipped down and ran slowly across the soft fur of her cheek that were flush and heated with an adorable blush. Though they both said that it was wrong, Marie just looked perfect with his cock there and Tyler could only imagine how amazing it would look with even more inside her muzzle. The urge was too much for him, and he began to push his hips forward as if to suggest that she go further. "No I haven't. I never did join a sorority for the reason that i didn't want to give my self just to anyone." She murmured with a small shake of her head as she ran her hands along his thick length. "Though I must say. You are quite large. I am a little worried that it will not ...you know....fit"She was blushing as she looked up at him with large green eyes. Her breathing falling quick and steady. Fanning a warm caress along that thick erection before her. She watched as he pressed his hips slightly forward. Feeling it bump up against her muzzled more. Clearly trying to get her to continue. With the encouragement she ran that cute tongue of hers along his length. Tasting the water and pre that seemed to dribbled down the underside of his cock. Purring softly she looked up at him. Before drawing his cock into her mouth. The thickness made her struggle just with half. Her tongue dancing along his length. While every so often she would give a small suckle before moving her head up and down along his length. Tyler's knees buckled and nearly went out from underneath him when Marie's tongue ran over his fully erect cock. "My god.... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....." The pleasure was nearly overwhelming, and she really just started, it was rather embarrassing if he could think about it. The feel of his hand stroking up and down the long shaft was nothing compared to the feeling of her tender touch. When her tongue would slide along the underside and happen to hit just the right spot, his hands that were running through her hair and fur would grip hard as he moaned. "Then that will make two of us.... I haven't done more than kiss a few girls so far...." Again the feeling of embarrassment hit him, thinking that a male of his age should have lost his virginity by now. But those thoughts were quickly put aside by the fact that he was going to lose it to the hottest woman that he had ever met even if it was his sister. It was far too late to turn back now anyway. His hands pulled her hair back, stroking through it almost in rhythm with the movements of her head. He couldn't seem to get enough of this sight. "You know I was right....you really do look incredible with my cock in your mouth." The movies that he watched when he played with himself often showed girls that could easily take all the cock that they were sucking. It didn't really dawn on him at all that he was a bit thicker and maybe even longer than some of those men. "Do you think....that you can take all of it?" Marie found that with work she could go down further but at the current moment she was unable to. So she simply bobbed her head up and down what she was able to take. She whimpered and moaned. Which vibrated along his cock. Her eyes rolling up to watch him as she sucked his shaft and found he was near the bursting point. His cursing and moans, the way he moved her head and how he pressed his quivering hips forward constantly. Hitting a gag reflex. Which simply constricted around his cock before she pulled off with a gasp for air. Panting heavily she shook her head. "That's all at the moment though with practice who knows." Liking her lips she fell back with a small blush. Blond hair fanning around her as she allowed him to look at her. She was naked. Her legs slightly spread and in the noon day sun he could see the small glistening of moisture, that was not from water in just itself. But also her need, her arousal, filling the surrounding air. How did she tell him further that she wanted to feel him moving within her lithe body." Glad I'm not the only one"She purred blushing brighter if it were possible Tyler relished the sight of her trying to move further and further down his cock, his own eyes nearly rolling back in his head. Her body was sprawled out before him and this was the same as before, the thought that he had when he first saw her only this time they would be face to face. He couldn't decide, should he return the favor, it was what they all did in the movies or should he simply give both of them just what they needed, just what they desired. There would be no way for him to control himself long enough to properly let her enjoy his mouth, not that he was overly confident that it would actually pleasure her. Dropping down onto the ground quickly, Tyler moved between his sister's legs. One hand moved down and grabbed a hold of his throbbing manhood as he tried to move it into place. "Marie....you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen, and I can't believe that my first time is actually going to be with you....." Unable to see just what he was doing down between their legs, Tyler moved his hand until he could feel a wet opening which he pressed the head firmly against. He thought that it would be easy for him to slip inside his sister, she was just about dripping when he looked down at her before. Yet the opening was so tight. The light force that was being applied just wasn't enough. Taking a deep breath, Tyler thrust forward much harder this time and quickly felt the warm reward that he wanted....no needed. :I... I can't hold back....its so warm and tight..... I am sorry Marie..... I just can't...." Instinct took over now as his arms slide down and hooked under her knees, pulling them up to adjust her body as he began to move in and out of her body. Though she had given him the benefit of going slow at first, Tyler couldn't control himself. Already he was thrusting hard inside what he believed to be her pussy. It pleased her greatly to see her twin experience pleasure that was brought on by her. She had watched how his head fell back, his eyes rolling. Just before she had fallen back onto the towel she had laid upon the shore. Her slender hands trailing along her body briefly as she watched up at him. Her hands finding her breasts to offer each of them a gentle squeeze that made her squirm at the touch. She wanted him more than she realized. Needing him to fill her. She was willing to risk the first bit of pain that would then bring pleasure. She watched as Tyler quickly dropped and made his way between her legs. Furthermore, she clearly trimmed the small patch of black that rested just above her slit. Her furred folds glistening with the moisture of her arousal. God this was so wrong on so many levels, yet at the same time it felt so very right. She blushed brightly as he told her that she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. It made squirm against him as she felt him slide his cock own along her folds. They had some trouble, clearly her virgin body needed some more preparing to be able to take his large cock.it slid along her folds drawing a small nervous whimper from her lips just as it slid down a bit more. Both areas wet with her lubricants from him sliding along her. The head pressed at the small pucker of her as before sinking in. Drawing a gasping cry from her lips. As her ass was forced to accommodate his large cock. She couldn't even tell him he had claimed the wrong hole. The pain lodging it in her throat as she gasped as the waist little time in thrusting quickly." Tyler"She gasped in a small cry as he adjusted the position. Taking no time in checking to see if he was in the right one. Instead, she simply endured the pain. Her ass quivering and tightening around his cock tightly. Her arms slipped around him, nails biting into his shoulders as she fought through the pain as her ass slowly came to loosen and welcome him. It was amazing, the feeling of being inside Marie was amazing. That was the only way that he could describe it. It was much tighter and not as wet as he thought that her pussy might be, but right now all he could concentrate on was the fluid motion of his hips. Having hit a wall about halfway down his cock, Tyler just couldn't seem to press any further inside his sister's waiting body despite the deep, primal urge to give her every last inch of his cock that he had. Each forceful thrust lifted Marie's hips up from the towel due to the arms hooked underneath her legs. She was right....there was never a point in their life that he felt closer to his sister than right now. The heat of the situation was running through his body, the cool breeze off the lake the only thing keeping Tyler from practically panting. As her arms slipped around his neck, the young male leaned in closer to his twin and drops the hold that he had on her legs. Now his thrusts were much slower and more deliberate, feeling himself getting closer to climax, and he couldn't imagine this ending right now. He needed this to last...he needed to stay inside of her. Once he was close enough, he again whispered to his sister. "I love you Marie...." With that he claimed her lips, not giving her the chance to respond before displaying to her just what he meant by that with a very passioned kiss. Despite his efforts to draw this own....it was painfully obvious that the poor boy was inexperienced. He could still feel the release building up inside of him, begging to be released. As her ass became accustomed to the thickness of him she soon was able to enjoy herself. Oddly enough. She felt her own pleasure mixing in with the sweet sting of pain/By the end of this coming together she knew he would feel bad. Staking claim to something soon...not what they had in mind. Her tail slipping between his thighs. Wrapping around his own. She wanted to hint at it, so the tip of her tail bent up slightly to tickle his own pucker. She gave a soft moan, her body trembling and tightening around him making her give a soft little purr. Panting softly she is the cool breeze wrap around them. Even against the stretched pucker of her ass. Soothing what remained of the stinging. Leaning up into him, she licked and nipped softly along his neck. Feeling the slow but steady build to her own climax, it was confusing to her. Never had she felt something like this. And with anal to. She smiled up at him her lips parting in a small moan before he muffled her return affections. So she to showed him that she loved him just as much. A low whimpering whine escaping her as she released so suddenly. The emotion within her was so over whelming that she couldn't hold back. Her juices leaking out. A heated wash, that dribbled down to her ass. The feel of her tail pressing against his own puckered opening shot warm feelings running up his spine, almost enough to get him to stop....almost. Tyler was already so close to his own climax that he couldn't really stop completely without causing himself a good amount of pain. A moan of his own escaped from deep inside his throat and into their kiss, the wave of pleasure that spawned it was too intense for him to hold the kiss. Snapping his head back quickly, the back end of that moan rang through the nearby forest. Looking down into her eyes, Tyler could feel warm liquid dripping down onto him, and he started to slow but again could not stop. "Did....did you just finish Marie?" The words escaped his lips between heavy pants, leaning down to kiss up and down the side of her neck once again. "Can you....can you keep going? I am so close..... I want it to be inside of you." Marie noted how he seemed to respond. He didn't stop or question her about it. He seemed to enjoy it. She moaned loudly her eyes pressing close. Her tongue flicking against his lips a kissed him before he pulled away from it to throw his head back. He was close. She knew it. With trembling legs the female twin wrapped her leg around her brothers pumping hips. Her eye closed as she relished the feeling of her release. How exhilarating it felt to her. How oddly amazing it was after her body became accustomed to his size. She was surprise he had yet to notice he entered the wrong hole. Her eyes pried open, staring up at him with heavy lids. A moan escaping her lips. The clawed tips of her fingers ran along his spine before digging gently into the flesh of his lower back."don't stop Tyler keep going. Fill me up"She cooed. If she told him what was up he would stop, and he would surely be in great discomfort "Yes I can keep going."she panted heavily. The claws into his skin were nearly enough to make him filler her up alone, but not quite enough. Her words were like a beautiful symphony to him, the naughty nature of them also played to carnal side of him that was very much on display right now. Taking the moment of being nestled in the curve of her neck, Tyler bit down on the soft skin and began to thrust hard into his twin once more. The steady and smooth thrusts of his hips quickly became wild and erratic as his body began to lose the control that he was using earlier. The tip started to expand further, and the moans turned into playful grunts as he moved closer and closer. Finally breaking the bite that he had down on her fur and skin, Tyler's head pushed down into the towel. "I am CUMMING!!!" Simple words but something that was rather difficult for the inexperienced male to force out in a time like this. He froze in that position as the pleasure overwhelmed his body, fists clenching the towel to the point that it almost ripped, tail wrapping tightly around his new lovers, and finally his cock spraying a heavy load of cum into every last inch of his twin's tight tail hole. It almost felt like his life was draining into her as the last bit of cum dripped to a stop and the exhausted male collapsed onto his sister, still very much awake. "My god Marie....." Marie Moaned and whimpered both in pleasure and pain. Her body trembling beneath his as her ass gripped at his pumping cock. "Please...Please, Tyler"She purred and cried out his name. Her heart was racing within her chest, her breathing falling heavily from her lips as she clung to him. She cried out as he bit into the side of her neck. Her nails digging into his flesh further. She loved the sounds he made The grunts of effort he placed within his thrusts. Feeling the slight change of his shaft that filled her fully. His announcement of his release made her tremble, a gasp spilling from her lips as her as constricted around him. Pinning himself deep within her lithe body. The flooding warmth of his cum coating the sensitive track of her ass as he pressed into her as deep as he was able to. Small whimpering moans falling from her lips. She felt him weigh down on her keeping her pinned down as he spilled his seed deep in her. Until it stopped, and he was able to move a bit more. She panted heavily, before shifting her hips slightly beneath him. It was a good couple of minutes before Tyler could really compose himself enough to say much of anything to Marie let alone move off of his sister's warm, inviting body. Every last muscle on his body was screaming with soreness as the motions and actions of having sex were so new to him that they worked many muscles out that hadn't gotten nearly enough work to them. Finally though, he realized that having another persons weight pushing down on them was probably not the most comfortable position to be in, and he should probably make an effort to ensure that she was ok. His arms wobbled just enough to be noticeable as Tyler pushed himself up from the prone position, kissing a trail up the side of Marie's face before pressing a light kiss to her lips while looking down at her. Feeling the arousal slowly start to leave his member as it returned to its normal size, the male reached down and pulled himself from inside her while still blissfully unaware that he was not in the intended place. The shaking of his muscles finally stopped as he started to gain a full perspective of the pains in his muscles, dealing with them without letting her know anything was wrong."Wow, Marie..... There is just no words that I can say to express how that felt." Words and poetry weren't exactly Tyler's strong points, nor was romance, but that was probably because of his lack of experience. In the pit of his stomach and the back of his mind, Tyler knew that what they had just done was wrong and would be viewed as sick by the community and more importantly their parents. "I don't want to spoil anything but maybe...maybe we should go back to the cabin...." Marie was trembling. Her heart raced even as her breathing calmed. Her ass gripped at him squeezing around his shaft. With small rhythmic pulses and squeeze. As though her body worked at milking him. The stilling between them allowed for her body to recognize the pain that was there. Making her whimper and moan in discomfort. Even as he eventually pushed himself up. Tugging at her clenching walls as she whimpered. Even as he tried to trail kisses along her neck. As though trying to offer up some pleasure. She moaned into his mouth her eyes squeezed shut. Her legs spreading wide to free him as his hips drew back. And his member softening within her before final coming out of her. Making her gasp. And tremble. It had hurt but now in just felt....awkward to her. She shifted beneath him. Slowly pushing up onto her hands. Wincing as it applied pressure to her sensitive and sore bottom. Should she tell him? Surely he would notice eventually." Sore"She chuckled. Blushing softly "MMM I don't know how to say this without making you feel bad. While it still felt good. It kinda hurt as well. But... You went in the wrong hole." She blushed harder. Her ears pinning to the blond locks of hair. She peaked at him. She knew what they did was wrong. Even the wrong hole. But in all honesty she would do it again. "Why go inside?" She said softly cocking her head to one side. But still moved up onto her feet. Her legs wobbling beneath her. Tyler lifted a hand back and rubbed the back of his head, rolling off to lay on his back. Staying in this position, his legs stretched out and started to make little cracking noises as everything started to return to normal. As logic and reason started to take hold of his mind against, Tyler figured out what she had said to be true. It would have been a rather cruel joke to play on him after his first time anyway and that just wasn't the kind of relationship that they had with each other. "I kind of...knew that in the back of my head....in the part that wasn't really in any kind of control when we were...." Even after just finishing having sex with her, Tyler couldn't bring himself to say the words. It could have been the fact that this was his first time, it could have been the fact that Marie was a bit out of his league as far as women go (or at least that was what he thought), or more likely it was the fact that they were family. Still, there was not an ounce of regret in what they had just done. "I am soon sorry Marie...that must be killing you right now and well...your still a virgin for it...technically anyway." His body was just as wobbly as Marie's was as he tried to stand, tripping over a nearby rock and bumping into her with a nervous giggle. They had never really been awkward with each other but right now that was how he was feeling. "I don't know...don't people usually cuddle or something after what we just did? I thought that it might look silly if anyone came by....a brother and sister cuddling on the shore of a lake...naked." Marie rolled onto her side watching as her brother stretched out, her keen hearing picking up the sounds of the small popping. Though her ass was sore and as she rolled onto her side was enough to make her cringe and hold her breath. Her green eyes sweeping down to look at his soften member. Still glistening with their release and juices. Wondering absently what it would feel like in the proper whole. It made her fluffy tail twitch as her eyes roamed up along his figure. So slender, and not as muscular as most males tend to be. But beneath that red, white, and black frame one could see he did work out. Nodding slightly she understood what he meant that he knew in some sense, the part that held no control when greatly in need. Smiling she gave a small shrug "Well it only hurt in the beginning, but it wasn't that bad after it was pushed aside, I did cum a bit after all." She said in a playful purr. Her finger absently ran along her upper thigh, and along her hip a soft black nail ruffling the soft furs there. Her tail whipping from one side to the other before flopping over her hip her green eyes still fastened on her brother. The heat still on her if not a bit strong seeing the mating wasn't exactly proper."It's alright. Nothing I can't handle. Especially from my brother. "She purred rolling to her knees and planting a soft kiss upon his lips before she had gotten up walking back to the cabin. Bumping into him every so often. Giggling alongside it. Not ashamed about her being naked. Nor what they did for that matter. She knew she should have, but it was her brother and she loved him more than anything in the world. Her tail swayed with her hips before it wrapped around his. Squeezing his slightly"What's the chance someone would come by. Only people who know we are here is us and our parents. And our parents are away on business like usual. And there isn't another cabin for miles. Remember. Only people who would come here are trespassers and they could get in serious trouble. So we should be fine." She purred entering the cabin before him taking his hands and leading him to her room. "Then lets fix that. Then come on silly"She purred leaning into him as she leads the way to the room. Nuzzling her face into his neck. Licking and nipping along it before pulling away. She crawled on the bed. Looking over her shoulder to him while on all ours her tail raised. Her ethers were glistening, and her scent was filling the tight space of the room. Marie's scent had been teasing him the entire way back, Tyler now noticing his sister in a way that he would have never considered before. Even now after they had already had sex, he was having a hard time coming to grips with it internally. That is of course until they made it to the bedroom, and she was on all fours with her tail raised. She knew that he was watching her and was likely putting herself on display purposely. "I suppose you are right about the trespassers, but you never know with some of those other rich kids, they could have been watching us from the bushes the whole time." He couldn't help but secretly enjoy the idea of them being watched, but he would keep that to himself. She may have been looking back at him while moving onto the bed, but she probably didn't see the next part coming. Crawling onto the bed behind her, he took the opportunity to crawl up behind her only to stop inches from her glistening wetness. "Well if we are going to cuddle...we probably should MMM ya know...do it correctly....if you're feeling up to it that is." Seeing her display in front of him, Tyler knew that she was still up for just about anything. He was already starting to become aroused again as her scent and sight started to overwhelm his senses once again. Leaning forward again, he raised one hand to grip her bottom before letting loose one long, hopefully pleasurable lick along the enter length of his sister's wet opening. She had of course used her mouth on him by the lake, it was only fair for him to return the favor. Plus, she smelled so wonderful, Tyler couldn't help but wonder how she tasted." How...does that feel?" Marie smiled back at him when he offered to do more. And cuddle more...properly. She purred and shifted those hips of hers. Swaying from one side to the next. Her tail wrapping around him as she felt the bed dip under his weight." I am as long as it's the right one. My bottom is a bit.... tender." She purred with a soft blush as she watched him. She could be careless about who saw them as long as it wasn't there parents or other family members. Seeing how their parents didn't approve of most of the spoiled rich kids. While sure, they were rich. They were well-behaved. And their parents knew they could be trusted. So they would believe their own children over others unless there was photo evidence. Biting on her lower lip Marie closed her eyes feeling one of his hands grip at her bottom. Her heart was speeding up. And in a small way she was even more nervous than before. Her ass was sore. She wondered just how sore he could make her. She wanted to test their limits. His warm tongue caught her off guard. Drawing a delightful moan from her lips. "Gods. Amazing"She purred as her body gave a small shiver. Her hips pressing back against him. Making her need more evident." Gods, please, I need you brother. Let's test our limits. See how much we can handle." She cooed. Dropping her top half a bit. Her hips leveling for easy access as she pressed back at the same time. Her heart hammering as her heat began to overtake her. Was she really asking him to....well...have sex until they couldn't take anymore? Maybe it was the fact that this was her first time, or maybe it was that they really missed each other so much, but Tyler would admit that she was bringing out that feeling in him as well. The only difference was that he wasn't nearly as cavalier about saying it out loud. Despite the fact that she was begging and pleading for him to enter her once again, he still felt incredibly nervous and worried that he still might disappoint. Her words of encouragement though were more than enough to stir up his lust and passionate spirit. "And do not worry my dear Sister, you will have me....every last inch of me....but first I want to taste you some more...." Still not quite up to his full hardened state, Tyler once more started to lick and lap at the glistening pussy that was before him. But he was truly only using that as an excuse because Marie tasted amazing. With each slow stroke of his tongue, it poked and rolled across new areas. Parting her lips just enough that she could feel him dipping inside her before he pulled back in the natural licking motion, only to start again and again. Each time, he was unknowingly teasing her clit but love the little shakes and shivers that it produced in her body. Meanwhile, that hand of his that was firmly gripping her bottom started to run up through her fur with a good amount of force. He stroked up her body, over the curve of her supple cheeks and up her lower back, the tips of his fingers digging past her fur all the way to her skin. It was showing that spirit of passion that he had for her, even if his words were falling short.

Twins Experience|rating:2.0

All Endings are New Beginnings_ Group One IC

You awake, noting ground as cold as ice, smooth too. The air is thick and warm, and a sense of generalwrongfloats around you. Counting yourself, the cave contains what looks like a statue, with markings upon his skin showing him to be a Goliath, a woman of sheer perfection, despite the dark wings upon her back, a human male in thick armor, an aura of magic around him, and an infection creature with far too many limbs. The last two beings within sight were a green haired nymph of exceptional beauty, and a young woman with long brown hair, a single stripe of black in it. Spoiler Hide Go. (Gulps) Also, spot check if you want to notice something interesting from back in the arena. Spoiler Hide "Spot" - (1d20+18)[19] Edit: I guess Lisa was rather distracted by her pending execution:) "Are I dead?" It seemed a logical place to start. Had she not recently been executed? But as she glanced around, she started to come to the conclusion that things may not be that simple. "Why would a suit of armor come to the afterlife?" was the next comment to pass her.... vocal cords. She glanced down. Amulet, Ring, Ring, Belt, Bag. She did not carry much clothing, but that she did carry was all still present. "We hope one of you understands what just happened. We are quite confused." Still, no reason to continue lying here. So she rolled onto her front, and raised herself onto lower fours. Tentatively, she tried a stretch - Scythes first, Spikes second, what appeared to be a pair of vestigial stub arms third. Everything was still working. She glanced around - her shield was lying on the floor beside her. Strapping it onto one of her 'arms' was easy enough. Wings next. Unfurl each one individually. Stretch. Flap a couple of times. Just make sure they still work. Everything seems to be fine." How bizarre." Several simultaneous shrugs and a glance around at her companions. "Is my camouflage reflex still working?" she calls out, shifting color to match the surface beneath her. Apart from trying to kill something, that was really all the tests she had to run. She may be somewhere weird, but she was all in one piece and no worse for the journey. Just a little stiff. Idly, glancing over at the others, Lisa tried to leave a message behind. One claw dipped to the flaw and began trying to scratch out the words... Spoiler Hide I wonder where this is? Odd place. I should go. There is probably not a decent cow to be found anywhere down here! Less places a hand to her head, trying to remember what had happened. The strange dream, the unusual location... of course, any location other than her lake was unusual to her. How long had it been since she had last left it, anyway? Slowly gathering her thoughts and senses, Less looks around the cave they are in, instantly recognizing thewrongnessof it. This was definitely not a natural environment, she could say that with certainty. But then... what was it? Magic? Getting to her feet, Less examines the others near her a bit more closely, trying to figure out if she'd seen any of them before. The... many clawed... thing (which was about as unnatural as the cave), got no answer from Less, as the nymph looks at it with a bit of distrust, but more than distrust, a bit of disgust. It didn't belong in the world she knew. She didn't like it. Spoiler Hide Spot Check: (1d20+21)[31] "Ugh..." said the brown haired girl, stirring. "Does anyone know what's going on? This... wait. Crap. This looks like Baa tor..." Spoiler Hide Anyone who gets 30+ on their spot Check: Spoiler Hide The man who led the execution had black hair. However, somehow you noticed that there was a stripe of it a slightly darker shade-the same stripe of dyed black as worn by the girl with mostly-brown hair. Spoiler Hide Spot: (1d20+17)[32] Pain. Pain begets pleasure. Pleasure begets feeling. Feeling begets sensation. Sensation. Yes, still had that. And legs. And arms. Feet. Hands. Head? Yes, head. Do not be stupid. Still have head. And Armor? Still have Armor? Still have Armor. Still safe." Still laying down. Why? Ground is cold. Air is warm. Last known location was... Arena. Good intention? No. Bad intention? Shot. Many, many times. Conclusion: We are dead." Bala says, moving his body up. He moves his hands, making different signs in succession." Full control of hand." Next, he takes a piece of chalk from a pouch in his belt, yes, still have belt, good, and crushes it into his hand, while sounding out the 'Rook' sound required of the spell. The sound resonates in his head, and the chalk turns to dust, as a large opaque floating chalkboard appears. He motions at the corners of it, and stretches it outward, expanding it to a ten-foot square. He then moves it to a few feet out from the entrance of the cave, covering the entrance, and speaks and writes down..." Creature. Reptilian. Infection. Speech. Intriguing. Dead? Yes. Probably. Suit of Armor in the afterlife?... Oh. Me? Yes. Me. Not sure. Female. Green Hair and Eyes. Looks wary. Cautious. Nervous. Eying us. Very cautious. Female. Brown Hair. Odd coloration. Parallels man from before. Man who shot us. Baa tor? Matches description. Outlook? Not well. Awaiting others to move. First appearance: Female. Black Wings. Demon? Male. Large. Very large. Markings. Tribal? Tribal. Conclusion: Goliath. Outlook: Very bad." He writes this all down with, rapid strokes across the plane. Spoiler Hide --Signed Lisa (the Lictor) Message completed, Lisa pulled her claw free of the 'ground' once more, and straightened up. This time, ending up bipedal. The view tended to be better." Baator? I had not expected to end up here. Mechanism, perhaps. I did not steal enough cattle to end up here." Pause. Think. How about the rest?" Did any of you earn a place in Baa tor?" Stupid question. They were all here. "Apologies, did any of you *think* you had earned a place in Baa tor?".... They probably wouldn't say yes even if that was the answer. Still, worth asking. While the others (hopefully) replied, she took a moment to glance at her limbs... yes, the camouflage was working. Shame the others did not bother replying to her question. Now what?... Well, Baa tor was a large place. She'd have to figure out where she was, first. Then she would have to start looking for the portal to the level above... and above... If memory served, the fixed exits from the plane were on the highest level, so she had to get up there if she wanted to get out. One at a time. Check the cave for entrances. Then pick an entrance and go to it. She had to work out which plane she was on... Spoiler Hide Yay, Untrained Knowledge Check! "Knowledge (The Planes)" - (1d20+24)[39] - to work out from the landscape which layer of Baa tor she's in. "Knowledge (Religion)" - (1d20+24)[37] - to let me check the sourcebooks about what foes we're likely to find on said layer;) "It speaks fluently. Asks questions. Good. Intelligent. Yes. I deserve Baa tor. It is fitting." He speaks and writes. "I did nothing to end up here." said the brown haired girl, seemingly angry. Spoiler Hide So you know, I'm not using Baa tor completely the same as in normal damp;d. I'm essentially using bits and pieces. Whoiam: Spoiler Hide You can tell you're in Baa tor, somewhere near the top, you think. From what you know, you think you're most likely to fight damned souls, part-fiends and evil creatures. SkullweaverSpoiler Hide Spot - (1d20+5)[18] Knowledge The Planes - (1d20+18)[28] To determine the accuracy of Baa tor and possible location. With a grunt a hand flew to his face, feeling for damage. But everything felt normal...well, as normal as it had for the past several months. The bed, however, didnotfeel normal. Anyone watching him already saw his hand move, so he discarded the idea of stealth and simply opened his eyes as he sat up. Taking in the unusual surroundings, and his unusual...companions, he flexed his hands as he checked his equipment out of habit, deftly verifying everything by touch. The strange infection creature, surprisingly, spoke first, and with swift responses. In a voice that sounded like an avalanche rumbling echoing down a distant canyon, he responded,"Baa tor? No...no I never expected to end up here, of all planes." Standing up, stretching what he assumed were still muscles, he sighed." Perhaps a more important question, though, is why are we here? Are we even dead?" Spoiler Hide MammonAzrael Spoiler Hide You were too busy worrying about being executed to notice. As far as location goes, you're pretty sure that you're rather near the top of Baa tor. How near you couldn't say, but the idea of getting out isn't implausible. "Does it matter?" said the girl. "Look, I can fight. I bet you lot can. We can get OUT of this place, go find the people that 'killed' us," she said, making quote marks in the air with her hands, "And kill them right back!" "It seems that, important or no, questions about how or why will have to wait. If none of us know the answers then asking one another will not magically conjure them into being." What was probably a sigh was the next sound from her throat." It sounds as though I am not the only one who considers finding an exit to be a good idea. I think that we have not ended up that deep inside Baa tor, so making the journey to the uppermost layer and searching for an exit is not an impossible goal. Perhaps a brief introduction to each other's capabilities is in order, but then we should try and get moving. In that spirit, I will go first. I am a mutant strain of Pyramid Lictor, known as Lisa. I am a scout and a tracker, possess a camouflage exoskeleton that hides me from most mundane sight, and possess several claws and energy attacks for when I locate a target." "I shoot things." said the girl with pure directness. "Like those maniacs who... killed us. But without the y'know. Psychosis." As she said this, she sat up a little, revealing slightly infection wings. Maybe she was just unused to people, but this group seemed a bit... odd. Less bites her lip, considering each of them for a moment. Well, she didn't have anything against them." Getting out should be very easy-unless I'm mistaken. I know how to travel between the planes. I could just draw us back out immediately. But I admit I don't really know much about this place, and if that's feasible." Picking up on the girl's words, Less looks at her strangely." Psychosis? I don't really know anything about them, other than what they did. Given your similarity to one among them... do you know something more about them?" The nymph asks, a little suspicious. Spoiler Hide AAAAA. Psionic Plane Shift. Hope you're prepared for that, one way or another. She shook her head, hand going subconsciously to a pendant around her neck. On looking, it appeared to be the same holy symbol as that from the arena." I think... they're some kind of cult, thinking that the goddess wants destruction spread throughout the planes." Spoiler Hide Yes, I am. "Is there any way to test this that does not involve horrible eternal torture for all of us if it fails?" It cannot be that easy, surely? Either we are dead, and surely the Devils have some kind of protection against their most powerful captures simply plane-shifting away... or we are not dead, and something placed us here for reasons unknown. Whatever it was, it was surely powerful enough to force us to remain here... Elesi's words were interesting though. The 'non-psychotic' one resembled their executioners?...actually, time to sort that point out. Lisa held out her left hand, closed her eyes, and stabbed herself through the palm. A small sequence of odd clicks followed, before she withdrew the spike arm from her hand and glanced at the bleeding, yet closing wound." No, we are not dead. My soul would not leak if you cut it. It was something else that brought us here." Turning her attention back to Less,"And if you have an easy way out, we should use it. Quickly." "Goliath awake. Cognitive. Moves. Ask Questions. Good. Intelligent. Too intelligent? No. Just intelligent enough. Psychosis? No. Too intelligent. Too organized. Capture us. Toy with us. Execute us." When saying the last two words, his voice is akin to a growl." Planar travel. Option? Possibility. Not feasible. They know who we are. They anticipate for this? Yes. They did. Did not capture me not knowing what I can do. They find way to make travel backfire. Yes." He turns to Less and points at her, light from the board still lingering on his finger." Do not go until know for sure. Could cause problems. Could cause detection. We are in Baa tor. Do not cause us to be known." He turns back to the board, and starts writing again." Female. Brown hair. Has wings? Has wings. Small ones. Not human. Goddess?" At this word, he turns and tilts his head at the small girl, his eyebrow raised beneath his helmet. He turns back to the board." Goliath. Awake. No name? Has name. What is your name?" "Part Fey, if you must know." she said. "Why are you talking like that?" "His brain is faster than his mouth, and he does not take enough pride in interpersonal communications to work on mitigating the effects on his speech. We were the same when we were first learning spoken tongues. Many words are technically unnecessary for the transmission of concepts. I use them regardless. Time is not such a precious commodity that one should risk ambiguity for the sake of their sense of urgency. More time is wasted in repeats and clarifications. Better to get your intended message across at the first time of asking." Lisa makes her way (rather quickly) over to where Bala was standing. She doesn't smile. She does, however, fold her little mandibles flat before speaking again. "Hello. I am called Lisa. Who are you, and what do you do?" At least she was considerate enough to offer him a hand to shake instead of a spiked claw... The impeccably perfect woman is the last to rouse, and as she gets up, she does so perfectly. She looks around with perfect eyes, and speaks in a perfect, pouting voice; all ears perk up, and all eyes are inexplicably drawn to its source." Oh, dear, hell again? And not even the fun one. TSK." She looks around at the group assembled before her, and grimaces at the big purple thing that was just too close for comfort. As she walks by, she waves a hand at it. "Sit, girl." Spoiler Hide DC 29 suggestion on Lisa. Smiling at her handiwork (or quirking an eyebrow at its failure), she gives an appraising eye to all those gathered." Well, at least they sent me here with some subjects. Now, if any of you possess some divination skills, we'll need to find the nearest Battery outpost to conquer. I see we have a varied bunch, and myself of course, so it shouldn't be too difficult, and should give me a good foothold to get back into the swing of things." Lecithin was all too weird. There was a demon trying to command her, a girl who refused any connection with those who had done this to her, yet displayed numerous signs of a connection, and two bizarre beings who were difficult to comprehend. She really didn't have an obligation to any of them. They could take care of themselves. Elesi focuses her power, trying to get back to somewhere she knew. Spoiler Hide Less is just going to plane shift by herself, back to Kyle, if it turns out to be possible. 9 power points on Psionic Plane Shift. You see the nymph trying to focus energy in some way. Nothing seems to happen. Spoiler Hide You feel like something's blocking your plane shift. You can't tell what it is; nor where it is, but it's powerful. The power fails. On the plus side, you don't lose any power points for it. "Name? Ba- Oh. Last one awake. Aware? Yes. Demanding. Authoritative. Commanding. Assumes command. Attempt to take control of group by leadership. Commands 'Lisa'. Something different about voice when doing so. Talks about returning and conquering. Conclusion: Demon. Commander in previous time. Disturbing to view. Too calm. Too... fluid. Self-centered. Everyone in cave are awake. All asking questions. All suspicious. All aware and intelligent. Conclusion: Wait and see interaction among the-"Bala feels a disturbance in the cave, and turning to it, sees the Nymph trying to do...something. He moves away from the board, over to her, and slams one hand over her mouth, and the other behind her head. He talks slower, and with a different tone." Do not do that again. We have no idea what you may have just caused." As soon as Bala touches her, Less gives him a glare of such force that it might drive him back and send him reeling." Don't touch me!" She struggles to get free, put quite on guard by his sudden action. Spoiler Hide Stunning Glance. Make a DC 28 fortitude save or be stunned for (2d4)[5] rounds. No concentration check required, as it is a SU ability. Spoiler Hide "Will Save" - (1d20+20)[32] If Lisa had been the growling sort, she would have done. Instead, as she finishes her walk over to Bala, she casually levels her tail at Aisling and a small spine shoots forth, aimed squarely at Aisling's forehead. Spoiler Hide I'll roll in the IOC thread, since I can't edit in more rolls. Edit: She missed, but only by a few points. Stopped by your aura or whatever it is that generates that massive Misc AC value, probably. "I do not appreciate your whispers in my head," she notes, before switching attention back to Bala. Who was grabbing at the unwilling head of one of their other colleagues......until, stunned or otherwise, a couple of small chitinous hooks on the end of long sinewy strands pulled him back away from Less... Spoiler Hide If you avoid her stunning attempt and want to contest it, we can make grapple checks:) ... Or tries to at any rate. As she does (or doesn't) so, Lisa speaks to Less. "I am guessing that what he felt was an attempt to leave which did not work? If so, we should begin moving, and quickly. Whatever blocked the attempt may well have noticed it." Spoiler Hide Rolling Fortitude Save: (1d20+11)[13] Bala's arms slump down, as he collapses to the ground. In his head, his thoughts race. Do not do that again. Next time, cloak yourself first. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten... "If there is really anything big out there watching for things like this, they already know we're here. We arrived, after all- I can't imagine that didn't leave an impression. Not to mention someone planned this in the first place." Elesi retorts grumpily, backing away from Bala, but keeping her eye on him. Still, leaving might not be a bad idea. Less looks around a bit more, seeking the way out that looks best to her, as well as testing the air and natural environment for anything good or bad. Spoiler Hide Survival check to find any hazards or natural effects of significance, and also perhaps a decent direction to go in. (1d20+21)[33] Although Lisa had gone to the trouble of ensnaring Bala to pull him away from Less, once there was some space between them, she simply dumped him on the ground. He would survive." There are flaws in that assessment. I suppose the most obvious one being that this is Baa tor - the ones who get away are far more of a problem than the ones who remain. It is not unreasonable to assume that more attention is paid to escape attempts than to entrances. Besides, whoever planned this does not seem to be an immediate threat. They must have deliberately chosen to set us down in a safe spot. They may turn out to be a liability later - probably will, in fact, but for now they are not our primary worry." That said, like Less, she was going to look for a likely-looking exit. Unlike Less, she was going to do it from an elevated height. Spoiler Hide "Spot" - (1d20+24)[42] "Survival" - (1d20+24)[44] SkullweaverGreat...another group of psychotics I didn't get to choose for teammates. This feels like the worst guard duty ever... Gods I hope we can co-operate long enough to discover our new opponent and get out of here. I better look myself, who knows if any of these people will be reliable (or trustworthy) enough to choose a safe goal... Looking around, Skull weaver begins to explore the general vicinity of the cave while the others bicker. As things started to escalate he tried to interrupt before things got completely out of control. But continued to look about trying to decide upon the best route to take or even looking at the rest of his impromptu companions." I think everyone just needs to step back and calm down. We've clearly all experience the same...execution, and woken up here. Lisa, was it? Lisa has the right idea, I think. We should probably stick together until we can find out why we're here. I don't think escape will have much of a point if we can't find out why we're here in the first place. I can't imagine we were selected at random, and who or whatever is behind this is obviously powerful enough to bring us here without our knowledge or consent. Fighting among ourselves will only weaken any chance we have of winning this game we have been pulled into." Skullweaver finally straightened and turned to the various creatures he was now trapped with, for whatever the reason." I am called Skull weaver, and have learned a large amount on a variety of topics through my journeys. I suspect if you cannot escape, green one, then we are all here for however long our captor wishes it. And our only option is to move forward." Spoiler Hide Knowledge The Planes - (1d20+8)[17] Search - (1d20+7)[19] Survival - (1d20+15)[25] All to determine the best options to travel, and what possible destinations would be available in the upper layers of Baa tor we may want to head for. Where we might get some answers. Elena sudden thought occurs to Less." Actually, there's a way I can test..." With a small gesture and a few words, Less brings forth the power within her once again, remembering the visions in Kyle lake, calling on its mirror surface." Well, I won't know if someone found us, but I'll know if staying her is an immediate danger." While her mind traces the link to Kyle, she looks around at the others." I'm Less. I... guess I have a number of supernatural powers that will prove useful. Furthermore, I can't fight, but I can create things that can, and I have some innate control and magic in relation to the natural environment." Spoiler Hide Less will cast Omen of Peril, a spell from Spell Compendium, page 149. Less has an 82% chance to know whether they will be safe from dangers, will face moderate perils (generally stuff that we can take without too much worry), or face life-threatening danger, assuming they stay where they are for 1 hour. Bala rolls backwards, going onto his knees, and stepping up to stand. He pulls his chalkboard to his right, and begins writing on it while walking to the entrance of the cave." Sight based attack. One way. Human? No. Dryad? No. Nymph. Yes, Nymph. Out of place, out of mind. Panicking. Sensible." He turns to her, and pauses his writing." Apologies." And turns back to the entrance of the cave as he writes." Goliath. Suggests companionship. Suggests peace. First result: Bad. Chances low. Nymph and Succubus liable to fight. Nymph wary of Lisa. Succubus commanding of Lisa. Lisa and Goliath, Skull weaver, suggest teamwork. Divided opinions. Divided team. Liable to fight each other before fight enemy." As Lisa launches her bolt at Aisling, she doesn't even bother to move, just batting it aside with one hand, laughing. "Pooh, goodie, I love it when my minions try to fight back! Really, I would've been so disappointed if you submitted to me there. At least I know you can hold your own." She laughs again, looking over the group with bemusement. It was all good and all that they weren't groveling at her feet-groveling got so boring after all the years- but they were too populous to charm. At least for now. So, by law of deduction, subtlety would be the best route. She listens as the others talk, until she hears Bala's most recent mutterings. Laughing, she claps her hands together, stalking towards Less and putting an arm around her shoulder (willingness permitting). "Nymph? Of course, how delightful! Dalai, we simply must compare notes!" "Minion?" Lisa muttered to herself, throwing the succubus a look that would probably be described as murderous if she was a mammal. But that's not quite her most important problem." We should look for the way out first. We have no clues as to why we were brought here, and searching at random is too dangerous. Escape is a more realistic goal. If we find the reason why we were placed here before we leave, then we can decide what to do about it. For now, escape is the only objective we can actually work towards." Spoiler Hide Veil: Spoiler Hide There doesn't appear to be any environmental dangers nearby. As for a direction to go in, there are two routes: One a smaller, darker tunnel, the other brighter and warmer. You think that if you stay where you are for an hour, you will be safe. Whoiam: Spoiler Hide The environment seems stable, as safe as you can be in Baa tor. You spot two routes out-a small, dark tunnel, and a warmer, larger route. There is a skull in the entrance to the former, with the top shattered. MammonAzrael: Spoiler Hide You find two routes out, a large, warm route, and a smaller, darker tunnel. There is a skull in the latter, the top broken by some powerful form of attack. "We clearly have to work together." said the girl, looking distrustfully at Aisling. "We can't just sit around... who knows what's coming?" "Down there," Lisa points out a largish tunnel to the others as she comes slowly back down to earth. "I saw two tunnels out, but the other had a skull in the entrance. No guarantee this one is safe, but at least it has fewer skulls in it. Probably." Spoiler Hide The skull was in the smaller tunnel. ^_^'' "Skulls do tend to be bad signs." agreed the woman. "Who knows what's coming? I do. At least for an hour, we should be safe here. There is a small chance of failure though, I admit." Elesi speaks up, then suddenly finds Aisling's arm around her shoulder-not so much out of willingness as obliviousness." Compare notes?" She asks, seemingly confused, not to mention a little uncomfortable. Bala looks at Less and tilts his head in confusion." Compare notes. Succubus. Domination and submission. Nymph. Domination and submission. Same ability. Same coin. Different sides. What do you mean when you ask 'Compare Notes'?" He turns back to his board." Still more bickering. Brown haired girl suggests moving. Nymph states we are safe for time being. Proposition: Send scout." He turns away from the board, and looks down the smaller tunnel. His mind clears as he calls out"Karl!", and summons a small viper into the palm of his hand. He brings it close to his mouth, and speaks softly." Do not attack. Simply scout. Now go down tunnel." He sets it on the ground, and infuses part of his sense of sight into the creature, and commands it to slither down the smaller tunnel. Spoiler Hide Casting Summon Monster I and casting Chain of Eyes. "I do not think she was paying sufficient attention to notice the 'Domination' attempt. Good idea on the scout." It's always better to be second through the tunnel instead of first."... I would try the other tunnel, however." To demonstrate, Lisa lands by the entrance to the larger tunnel. The one without a skull. And her typist apologizes for the earlier mistake "Cannot see demonstration. Cannot see out of own eyes. Seeing through Snakes. Is very low to ground." For the second time, Lisa resorted to a flesh hook. It looked a lot like a hook-shaped bone spur connected to a long string of tendon-like material leading back to the center of Lisa's torso. It landed on the floor in front of the snake's eyes." Follow - or ride - the hook" Lisa suggested. If he chooses to make the snake ride the hook, Lisa will pull it back to her torso, transfer the snake to a hand, and then place it by the correct entrance. If he chooses to follow, she'll just drag it along the ground in front of the snake until it reaches the correct entrance. "Little one. Lisa asks for favor. Comply. Ride." Spoiler Hide Carded (And whom if you follow the snake) Spoiler Hide The tunnel seems much like the area you're already in. The ceiling is huge, easily enough for a Gargantuan creature. Aisling extricates herself, pouting. "Ah. So you're one of those types. Pity." She looks more than a little disappointed, but quickly puts on a smile, clapping her hands together." Scouting! Excellent. Now, I've always been of the opinion that the best defense is a good offense: we should seek out the nearest bastion of battery and kill them all. All of you are so anxious, for nothing at all! I've fought these fellows before, they're pushovers, all you have to do to get them to start chasing their own tails is do something unexpected. Like this." With that, she vanishes. Those with the power to see into the ethereal plane can see her elegantly float upwards, and through the ceiling. Spoiler Hide Ethereal jaunt. I'll just keep going up 'till I get to the surface. Spoiler Hide If you keep going through the ceiling, you'll be there for a minute or so, before reaching a cavern looking essentially the same as this one. "B...what?" said the girl in confusion, as the strange, commanding being vanished. "She is expressing the belief that the best way of fighting devils is by risky, impetuous action. I believe she is also underestimating the potential opposition in the region. But, above all, I believe that wherever she has gone to, this is our one chance to leave before she comes back." A little concentration to match the color of the tunnel, and Lisa slips inside as well. Ditching the unwanted, unwilling ally did require a certain amount of haste... Spoiler Hide Don't think I need these, but anyway: "Hide" - (1d20+39)[54] "Move Silently" - (1d20+39)[55] - she's on foot, but going at half speed for the move silently bonus. Edit: How long does the tunnel continue on for? Lisa's got a standard movement speed of 50' while quadrupedal and using 'stalk'. Can she see anything interesting after a couple of rounds' moving? SkullweaverSpoiler Hide What's above the tunnel with the broken ceiling? "This is not going to end well for any of us if we can't come up with a workable game plan. Starting an assault on any part of a Devil-infested plane with no support or back up seems remarkably foolish and arrogant. But for now it doesn't seem like there is much we can do until we know more of our surroundings...neither tunnel looks promising." Skullweaver watches as the succubus and then Lisa vanish and sits back down on the smooth rocky floor." Ba-Oh, do you see anything yet? Any idea if the larger tunnel is worth exploring? Given the damage to the smaller, I'm not sure if it would actually give us a more defensible position." Spoiler Hide @Mammon: Spoiler Hide What do you mean by broken ceiling? (Confused) @whoiam Spoiler Hide Maybe 300ft down... you don't see anything, it's rather... samey. It was only 20 seconds or so before Lisa's head poked back out of the tunnel entrance. She was even kind enough to turn it purple again." Nothing obvious in the tunnel, but it seems to just keep on going. If we're going to get moving, we may as well start now. This cave seems rather short on opportunities for research or acquisition of equipment." Less"...that's not what being a nymph is about." Elesi finally says, speaking quietly, in a rather irritated tone. Sheesh! What was wrong with this group of... well, what was wrong with them was that they're just all crazy. However, she stands and moves to follow Lisa. It's her best shot to get out of this place, anyway. Aisling falls through the ceiling gracefully, sighing. "Just another boring cavern. I could always go higher, but I doubt I'll get anywhere fast. So, I suppose just... walk? We can walk, can't we? I mean, we're not going to get anywhere worse than where we are now, no matter which direction we take." Skull weaver"Well then unless Ba-Oh has anything to add I think we need to move before anything comes to investigate." With that Skull weaver stands and stretches lightly and ensures that he has all of his equipment before headed towards the larger tunnel opening. "Little one. Move forward more. Investigate-"Bala steps backwards, shaking his head from the sudden shock." Snake eaten. Something wolf-like. Couldn't transfer sight fast enough." He stands up straight, and turns to the others." Other plans?"Spoiler Hide So yes, that pretty much sums up what Lix just told me. Friggin' Wolves, how do they work. Spoiler Hide Carded: Spoiler Hide Your snake hears a growl, and a wolf of tremendous size appears-on thinking, you'll likely recognize it as a Dire Wolf, and a powerful one. Something about it seems off-it looks almost as if it's starting to decompose, and the snake almost hears something. You strain to hear it-and then large jaws snap the snake in two, and you jolt back to yourself. You have no idea why the spell failed-shouldn't it works, even if it is undead.? Skull weaver"Well Ba-Oh, unless you have any other ideas, I think we need to investigate these wolf creatures. They're obviously hostile, and if intelligent are now alerted to something out of place and will likely find us. And if they're anything like normal wolves, they shouldn't have a hard time tracking us through the other tunnel. I think we need to move forward and possibly challenge them. But, does anyone else have a better idea?" As he talks Skull weaver moves to the entrance of the larger exit, a hand on the hilt of his sword, clearly prepared for something to jump out in a moment's notice. Less"If they're actually wolves, I could probably calm them down and figure out what's going on..." Elesis suggests. Lisa"As good an idea as any." Lisa leaned against the side of the larger tunnel entrance, and waved the others forwards. "We will be right alongside you in case it does not work." SkullweaverTired of waiting for everyone to decide what they want to do, Skull weaver mutters under his breath. He then turns and starts walking down the larger tunnel, calling back,"Are you all coming or not? We can't stay here forever, otherwise we'll just end up dead and forgotten. I'm not going to end that way." Spoiler Hide Hooray, action! @Mammon: Spoiler Hide As you walk, you start to think you hear noises, animals around you. As per her previous statement, Lisa goes second into the tunnel. Possibly she should have gone first: But she preferred not to lead. Not to say she prefers not to be a leader: More that she was balancing her desire to get out with her doubts that the others would follow her if she moved. This way, she was guaranteed to at least have one of them for company." We, certainly, do not have forever to wait." As you walk through the tunnels, it begins to become apparent that the extent of their labyrinthine nature is far more than you anticipated. Tunnels branch of regularly, and... there's something else, at the edge of your hearing. Spoiler Hide Listen checks! As you round a corner, you're sure you see something at the end... but what? Spoiler Hide And Spot checks too. XP Spoiler Hide "Listen Check" - (1d20+18)[28] "Spot Check" - (1d20+24)[28] Edit: Wow... what're the odds? SkullweaverSpoiler Hide Listen - (1d20+5)[18] Spot - (1d20+5)[22] "It's starting to look like we're going to have a more difficult time getting out of here than we thought,"Skull weaver mumbles to himself as the paths begin to diverge." Not that that's surprising. Why would it be easy?" ElesiThough she's been quietly following behind the others, Less keeps alert and ready, listening and searching for anything dangerous. Spoiler Hide Spot: (1d20+21)[25] Listen: (1d20+21)[28]

All Endings are New Beginnings_ Group One IC|rating:3.0

The Foreigner & The Princess

The maids guarding her bedroom door stepped away much earlier than they were ever meant to. Though perhaps that was more because their purses were weighed with gold and silver. The worst thing about her leaving the door unguarded wasn’t that she’d been so forthcoming about taking the bribe but that she had little worry about leaving her maiden unguarded. To be fair the young maid had no idea what the men who bribed her had in store for the princess, though there wasn’t much they could want. They had however promised the young maiden that the princess would still be in bed when she returned in the morning, a guarantee that they gave only because if they didn’t return the princess too many questions would follow. So it was imperative that when they took her tonight they made sure to not only return her but also made sure the princess herself was silent about what happened. Yet when it came to keeping the princess silent the men had no doubt that she’d keep quiet about what they did to her, after all they had the perfect leverage to use against her. The decision to kidnap the princess wasn’t one that the emissaries from Asia took lightly. The small delegation had come to renew the treaty that was in place and discuss new terms for the treaty if at all necessary. While usually such a delegation would be welcomed this time their delegation had been met with less than suitable respect and the terms of their arrangement had not increased but rather decreased immensely. This was no doubt in part to the kingdom having found countries other than Asia which could now supply them with the silk and jewels that they’d become accustom to. While better off for their own kingdom this meant the delegation not only had less power over the deals being struck, but they’d also become less influential in the capitol since they were no longer the sole proprietors of such products. So of course the emissaries were more than displeased over the fact that what had once been a good source of income and a valuable trade partner was now being devalued simply thanks to the rising market. Yet that didn’t mean the emissaries didn’t have plans to combat this issue, the first of which involved gaining some political allegiance. They hadn’t jumped to the princess first, no, they’d instead tried to bribe certain nobleman into arguing more rights into their treaty. The more power they pulled to their side rather than others meant the more leverage they had to argue for their trades. Yet even then they weren’t anywhere close to being done with pulling more leverage to their side. The noblemen were a nice touch, but they proved ineffective in drawing any significant support. Which was when one of the lead emissaries thought of drawing more influential targets toward them. That was when the plan was spun into motion, to take advantage of the princess and use her to argue for their treaties. Of course, it would take time and planning, which the emissaries had a bulk of. The real difficulty would come from not only taming the princess but keeping her silent, but they had plans for that as well. It certainly was fortunate for the emissaries that the royal family happened to be so large. After the maid in charge of her bedroom had left the guards that the emissaries had hired finally arrived to take the princess. They entered her bedroom with ropes and sheets in hand. They were careful about their work, making sure that first her hands and feet were tied together before they brought her out of her sleep. Furthermore, they made sure that before she could shout or call for help that a thick sheet was pushed between her lips to gag her. Furthermore, they made sure she couldn’t make any sound. Once she was properly gagged and tied the guards carried her out of the bedroom and down the hall before anyone would be able to catch sight of her. They were quick and quiet, making sure they brought her out of her bedroom and took her toward the wing where the emissaries were living. They brought her to one room in particular, the leader of the delegation from Asia. The guards laid her down on the bed in the empty room, tying her wrists to the wooden post so she couldn’t escape. Once she was restrained the guards left the bedroom and stood outside the door waiting for the emissary while also making sure that should the princess free herself she wouldn’t be able to escape. (Kingdom Of Hilario was considered by most of its inhabitants a beacon of wealth and power even among its most influential allies. The King and Queen were fair, wise rulers, though they could, from time to time, be blinded by the riches and alliances they had managed to create over their reign. This had taken them to disregard the favors of certain Kingdoms in favor of others which offered them better deals and the hand of their eldest Princess. Prince Either, heir to the crown, needed a queen by his side when he finally claimed his rightful place in the throne, and so such an offering had been seen kindly by not only the royal family, but by most of their loyal subjects. Prince Either was not the only child of King Either and Queen Neela. They had been blessed with two younger daughters, the pearls of the court. Little Rally was the youngest, not a day older than 10 springs, and the light of her older sister's life. Allegra was second born, and from a tender age had known her role in her family would be to be engaged to a wealthy nobleman or a king from an allied kingdom, to increase Hilario's wealth and fortune. The young princess was content to fulfill her obligations, as long as her voice was not silenced by her husband to be. Alleira was stunningly beautiful, well versed in the ways of the court, and she adored everything it had to offer. Dancing, gossip, intrigues and battles of wits, were offered in a daily basis and the Princess was glad to take the challenge. Princess Allegra was well known for her looks, voices all over the kingdom speaking about the beautiful and virginal young woman, merely 18 years of age, with locks of hair as dark as the midnight sky, her bright blue eyes as bright as any diamond she might adorn her dresses with. It was in the courtrooms in which she had been born and raised where Allegra had managed to shape the sweetness and naivety of her younger years into a more mature confidence. Though she still held the daintiness and elegance demanded from a woman of her status, Allegra could certainly hold her ground in any social situation she found herself in, and her strong-willed personality shine through the propriety she had been raised to accept. Princess Allegra adored her Kingdom and treated her subject with kindness, which had only raised her popularity among the people. She had been fortunate enough to spent her entire childhood surrounded by breathtakingly exquisite gardens, the grandest library the Kingdom had to offer at her complete disposal, and as many balls and soirées as her heart could desire. That night was just another night for her, and she would have never expected the events which would soon transpire. Princess Allegra had always felt safe in her parent's castle, in her bedchambers, in her own bed. There were, after all, guards to protect her and loyal servants who would give their right arm to keep the royal family safe... or so she had thought till that very night. Her awakening was rude and sudden. Allegra had attempted to scream, to struggle, but in the end her efforts came to naught. There was no mean of escaping and her mouth was tightly covered in some kind of fabric. No sound would escape her lips other than muffled little whimpers, and her strength was little compared to that of her captors. Wild thoughts invaded her mind... were they going to take her away? To rape her in some dark corner? To... to murder her? Would her life end in such a manner, when she had so seldom caused any harm or pain to any fellow human? It would appear not, not for now, at least, as the men dropped her into a room she was not familiar with and simply stormed off, locking the door behind them as they departed. Bound and defenseless, Allegra stared up at whomever was waiting for her inside this very chamber, awaiting to find what fate he or she had prepared for her. Her dark locks of silky soft hair were spread untidily all over the cold floor, her white linen nightgown was far too revealing for the princess's likings... it was adequate for her own bedroom, but hardly appropriate for anyone but her maids or servants to see her in. Her eyes, though, ice blue and still showcasing the fire within the young girl's heart, were swiftly moving around, attempting to find the person responsible for finding herself in such a position. (her nightgown might not have been the most appropriate attire for her to be dressed in outside the safety of her bedroom. Yet as she searched for the person responsible for disgracing her in such a manner, for he was nowhere to be found. The guards had brought her to his room at his request, yet he wasn’t there to greet her. Instead, he left the older princess there to rot and stew in despair as to what her attacker might have planned for her. The door was locked, so the young woman had little room to move around. The room itself, like all the rooms left for emissaries, was small and neat. It held little furnishings other than a table, bed, and bedside table. Perhaps she’d be thankful for the fact that no guards or men came to get her while she was waiting, nor would any come to rape the gorgeous little princess that now laid captive in his bedroom. The fact that both her wrists were tied firmly to the bedpost meant that she had little elsewhere to move other than the bed and cold floor. In the corner of the room, on the desk, there were a variety of papers spread out. Some of them even bore official stamps and seals, which meant somewhere around those papers she might just find her captors name. Her captor, whose room she was not bound in and who was looking forward to seeing the bound princess was collecting his things from the recent meeting between the emissaries and the trade officials of the court. It had gone better than expect, but he was far from pleased with the result, which could have been much better for their kingdom. Yet in the end it was to be expected, the Kingdom was adamant in drawing itself away from their trades in favor of cheaper deals and connections. Regardless of customs or alliances that had been drawn centuries ago. It was a fair trade for them to propose, yet even now the emissary still had plans to gain more from their trades. While it might not have been beneficial for her kingdom he knew better than most that even unsavory deals could be accepted with the right amount of leverage. Now that Christopher had the princess, he had some leverage and using more leverage against her, it would only get worse from there. Though as to how much worse things could get for her was entirely dependent on the princess. Christopher arrived to the bedroom just an hour after she’d been left there by his guards. So when he arrived to see the young woman sprawled on the floor with her lovely hair laid out against the cold floor. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye before reaching forward to run one hand against her cheek. His fingertips dragging along the soft skin before trialing underneath her jaw. There was a curve to his lips, as if he was smirking, before he suddenly drew away from the bound princess. He brought his things over to his desk, laying them out onto the desk before he undid the armor on his chest and laid it on top of the papers. He also unbound the chain mail on his chest, leaving himself in nothing but his shirt and trousers as he moved himself toward her. The male’s dark brown eyes looked down at her curiously as he brought his hand to her cheek once more. Only this time his fingers would brush just slightly against his jawline before working over her bottom lip as he pulled out the cloth gag that was inside her mouth. “Don’t scream. Otherwise, the gag goes back in.” Once he pulled the gag from her mouth he then tossed the wet and crumpled fabric onto the bed as he lifted her up from the floor slightly so that she was propped up onto her knee’s as he looked down at her.“Now then. I do hope I have your attention princess.” He spoke softly as he looked toward her in amusement, he had to keep himself from smirking as he watched her. Yet more than that, he also had to keep himself from touching the young princess. He’d heard of just how beautiful the middle child of the King and Queen was, yet looking at her now he could certainly say that whatever might have been said about her did little justice to her actual beauty. Though it helped that instead of her usual dresses she was now wearing little else other than a nightgown which gave off almost every curve of her body to the emissaries wandering eyes. "Do you know who I am?" She struggled against her restraints, over and over and over again. So much so that her wrist were, by the time this young man entered the bedchambers, sore and red. Allegra wasn't the kind of princess to sit there sobbing her pretty little eyes out, curled up into a terrified ball and wait for her captor to come and do whatever it was they had planned for her. Oh, no. She struggled, she attempted to scream even through the gag... but it was all worth nothing in the end. She ended up exhausted, her arms sore, her wrists bruised and her spirits dampened. Who would be foolish enough to attempt to kidnap the princess? It took her quite some time to figure it out, the official papers being far from her, but eventually, she had managed to peek at just the right corner of the desk, revealing whomever was the owner of those documents to be a foreign emissary from Asia. Asia. That kingdom would live to regret the foolishness of this Christopher person... and her father would gather all the allies who had taken an oath to stand by his proud Kingdom. By the time Hilario was one with Asia, they would be a shadow of the great empire they once were. The handsome young man who walked into the room indeed found the ravishingly beautiful princess disgracefully spread across the floor by the bed, uncomfortable and humiliated from being trapped in such a manner, tied down and gagged like a common animal. She tried to speak, but it was all in vain: Only mumbles and whimpers could be heard. Alleira snapped her face away from his touch, glaring at him with such hatred no words needed to be uttered for this young nobleman to realize the princess was not a meek little flower who'd be easily scared, even though deep down inside she was dreading the plans this twisted man could have for her. She watched in growing horror as he undressed... was he going to rape her? Right here in her castle? Had he sent his guards to kidnap the eldest daughter of a powerful Kingdom to ravish her and rob her of her purity? Who could be so foolish as to give in to their lust in such a manner. As he approached, Allegra attempted in vain to crawl away from him, to struggle and kick her way away from his hands. It was all for bought. He held her close, caressing the side of face and prompting another stare filled with every emotion she was experiencing: Fear, contempt, rage... all she wanted was to move away from him, to keep this man from even considering he was worthy to lay a hand on her. He removed the soaked gag, warning her it would come right back on should she scream. Allegra considered screaming with all the air in her lungs right then and there, but her father's castle was impossibly grand and almost laberynthic like... would one short-lived shriek, as high-pitched as she could manage to make it, truly catch the attention of the guards? She should wait... just till he moved away from her enough, just for him to get distracted... and then she'd scream her lungs raw. Someone would come to her rescue... someone had to." Do you know who I am?"" Iknowwho you are. A measly emissary from a desperate little kingdom." She spit out her words filled with contempt, with anger at being humiliated in such a manner, and in her own castle! Her baby blue eyes were bright with rage, her dark hair a complete mess around her petite shoulders, but she did not care now, nor did she care just how unkempt she must look like with her disheveled white nightgown after all her struggles to break free "Do you think this offense will be forgotten, forgiven? That my father won't find out your twisted plans, whatever they might be? You're sorely mistaken, you truly are. And you'll regret each minute I spend in this bedroom, so I highly recommend you come back to your senses and let me go. You might at least hope for some mercy that way" A part of him truly did enjoy the way she reacted to the intrusion he’d brought her restful little sleep. Not that he blamed her for the contempt she felt, she no doubt though that he was here to ravish her little body and rob her of the purity that she and the rest of her kingdom no doubt cherished. Not that he wasn’t tempted, but he had other means for accomplishing his plans that didn’t necessarily require him to take advantage of her. At least not advantage of her body, her emotions however were fair game to the monster standing before the bed. Though, he wouldn’t be kind enough to let her comments about his desperate little kingdom go unpunished. He reached forward, taking hold of her cheek and dragging his fingers against her softened cheeks. Purposely making sure that his fingers dragged against her skin, leaving the faintest of light marks to remind her that if he wanted to really hurt her he could rip away the beauty that made her so precious. However, his fingers didn’t linger against her cheek for very long, instead they drifted down along the length of her neck before finally settling against her shoulder just over the strap of her precious nightgown. ”You’re quite brave. Insulting your attacker. When you’re so powerless that I could do anything at all. Such as this.” He suddenly tugged at the strap of her nightgown, causing it to shred and rip. He of course had no intention of stopping just there, instead he completely tore at the nightgown stripping it of her body so that she was left bare in front of him. With her hands bound there was no way for her to cover herself up. So as he brought his hands over her breasts she’d have no choice but to take the disgraceful acts being done to her. Especially with his fingers making sure to linger over the front of her buds and even going so far as to circle over the sensitive nubs that would otherwise only be seen by the man she was meant to surrender herself to. With one of his hands taking measure to stroke and touch her sensitive bud his other hand would reach forward to slap against her cheek. ”Now before you consider back talking me further. I want you to know I paid the maids around your sisters room as well. But unlike you, I have no intention of playing with her. Instead. I’ll simply have some guards slip in and. Cut her throat.” He smiled as he dragged his thumb against her reddened cheek before finally drawing back from her nude body and moving away from the bed.” Now that I have you attention. I can give you my demands. However.” He glanced toward her and gave a devilish smile as he returned to the foot of the bed with a knife in hand. He brought the knife to her cheek, making sure it lingered for effect before he brought it up along the length of her arm and then touched at her wrist as he cut the rope that was binding her. Confident that his threat would have the impact necessary to keep her restrained. While conquering the princess purity hadn’t been on his agenda her rather abrasive attitude had aroused the emissary. After all what could be better than taking someone who a few minutes ago was doing little else other than belittling him and his country. Especially when he held the cards necessary to not only get her to submit but force her to do whatever it was that his twisted mind could come up with. Once her hands were free he gave her a few brief seconds of reprieve to coax her reddened wrists before he put the knife off to the side.” So then. If you don’t want your precious sister to be harmed. I’m going to have you apologize for your rudeness. You should be happy to after all. Such abrasive attitude isn’t befitting of a princess.” He dragged his hand along her cheek before easing it forward and through her hair. His fingertips dragging through the lovely long locks and wrapping it around his fingers before he whispered. “So I only think it’s appropriate if you learn your place… Just know that if you try anything it won’t just be you that suffers. But your precious sister. With that in mind. I want you to pull down my trousers. And apologize. I’m sure a lovely lady of the court such as yourself can imagine how.” Whether she could or not wasn’t of real concern to him. He was much more interested in forcing the young princess to humiliate herself by undressing him. Not completely, since he intended to be quite dressed when he took her purity. But simply the fact that she’d be preparing him to take the purity that she’d protected for so many years. That was the satisfaction for him. The shock in the young princess' face was all too clear, sudden and intense as this man, this horrid monster ripped her dress from her shoulders, from her body, exposing the pale nudity of the ravishing young beauty. She had never been so exposed, she had saved herself fully for the man she would one day marry... and this beast was taking it all away from her in the blink of an eye, his hands roaming, groping her untarnished skin. Allegra struggled away from him, she attempted in vain to try and cover herself, to stay away from his touch. The raven haired princess was a second away from screaming her heart out, no matter the consequences... when this man, this horrid man... mentioned her sister. It was like a slap to her face, and had Allegra paralyzed in silent horror as her baby blue eyes gazed up at him in panic. How... how could her servants be so easily bribed? Wasn't her family kind and fair to their people? Could this man be bluffing? Allegra knew then and there, right that instant, she couldn't risk it. Not when it came to the jewel of her eyes, the darling little child who looked up to her eldest sister with such tenderness." N. No. No" She shook her head, still in shock, as that knife brushed against her cheek... To her surprise, he cut the ropes holding her, retraining her, and moved away from her. The young princess immediately grabbed the sheets from his bed, and threw them on her naked figure, gazing up at him, too scared to even try to stand up. Not for her own sake.... but for her sister's. And thus, she simply observed quietly as he demanded her to apologize, as he caressed her hair and all but sneered at her for daring insult his kingdom. Alleira's lips trembled, as he instructed her to lower his pants, her bright blue eyes travelling from his face to his hips, back to his face once more, and had to gulp a long breath of air to somewhat keep herself from whimpering. She had to try and avoid the order he had just given her... and yet she couldn't flat out refuse, not after the threat he had so clearly delivered." I... I apologize. Please don't... don't make degrade myself in such a manner. I... I was scared, livid... finding myself stolen from my own bedroom, tied and abandoned in a deserted bedchamber... Furthermore, I did not mean to insult your kingdom. Please... please don't hurt my sister. She's innocent of any sin, not having even experienced 10 springs yet." She breathed in and out slowly once more, those bright blue eyes focusing on his dark stare "I apologize deeply. Please do let me go, I will not utter a word about this... misunderstanding to my father if you do" ”I see I’ve got your attention now.” He spoke softly before he watched as she trembled and failed to do as he asked. It really did seem like the little princess had no regard for what he was going to have to do to her. Had she simply complied with his commands he wouldn’t have needed to be quite so forceful? Though perhaps she needed to become traumatized just a bit in order for her to understand that she was completely helpless now. As her bright blue eyes focuses on him, he’d lean down to bring his hand to her cheek, dragging his fingers along the length of her jaw and collar before suddenly running his hand down to take hold of her throat.” I’m glad you’ve decided not to degrade yourself. I however have every intention of degrading you. You might be a princess but as of right now you’re nothing more than a toy.” His fingers wrapped firmly around her throat, tightening and clenching against her throat so that he was depriving her of breath. While he deprived her of breath he’d lean forward to whisper into her ear. ”When I’m done with you. You’re going to be much more willing to degrade yourself and do as I ask.” While his fingers clenched around her throat he continued to shove her down firmly into the bed underneath her. Purposely making sure that she couldn’t lift herself up from the sheets as he whispered under his breath. “I don’t want your apology. I want your body and I won’t settle for less. If you decide to fight me on this I’m going to make sure that your sister is the one that suffers.” His fingers around her throat would relax just slightly, giving her a few moments to breathe and respond before his fingers would once more tighten around her throat, choking and controlling her breath. He did however make sure that she could see what his other hand was doing. He untied the strings of his trouser, allowing them to loosen before tugging the trousers down slightly so that his member was now freed. Furthermore, he then reached forward taking her by her waist and dragging her forward to the edge of the bed. He brought her to the absolute edge of the bed so that her legs would hand from it just slightly. His hand on her waist then slowly forced its way down from her waist to slide down along her thighs. He lifted one of her legs up to force her legs apart before loosely guiding her leg to wrap around his waist. His fingers would loosen around her throat as he brought his member to her entrance. Not just to allow her some shallow time to breath but also so he could hear her complain and beg for him not to steal her purity. His fingers were still confining, limiting her breath in case she decided to scream. He then brought his fingers firmly against her thighs, making sure her leg was lifted and spread apart before he suddenly shoved forward so that his swollen rod was now buried between her legs. Her purity being ripped apart and stolen by him as his swollen rod filled her little hole. Allegra gazed at him wide-eyed, as he spoke such horrid words with such calmness. How could a man be so twisted with a woman he had never as much as spoken to before, a woman who was cherished across her Kingdom for her beauty and her position? She tried her best to squirm away from his grip, attempting in vain to gasp for air, struggling with far less fire than she would have without the first threat to her sister's safety. His second threat, though, forced Allegra to stay perfectly still, even as her lungs began to hurt from the lack of air, even as her bright blue eyes filled with tears of frustration, of fear and humiliation. There was nothing she could do as he pulled her naked, pale, curvy body towards the edge of the bed, as he granted her only brief moments to gasp for the air she so direly needed. As he guided her shapely legs to surround his hips, his manhood dangerously close to her sex... Allegra was pure, as tradition dictated... She had saved herself for the man who would one day be her husband... and now this monster was going to rip her purity from him, threatening to hurt the brightest Jewel in the princess's life. She breathed in sharply as he let go of his grip enough for her to once again breath normally, her lip quivering as she shook her head over and over." P... please don't do this... please!" She pleaded, but dared not push him away, dared not try and kick or scream... dared not try to hurt him, imagining what her darling sister would suffer if she took such liberty. And then... he thrust forwards, sinking deep inside her virginal hole in one swift movement, prompting a trembling whimper to leave her full lips, her whole body tensing up, her fingers sinking on the mattress below her, tears rolling down her pale cheeks." No... no!! Let go of me, please stop!" There were the lightest traces of blood embedded on his member as he drove into her. He caught sight of it as he plowed into her little virgin hole. Happy to see that the little princess was in fact pure, or that she had been pure at least. He felt her body tensing as he watched tears roll down those gorgeous cheeks. Her bright blue eyes filled with the same tears and yet it only aroused him further. His member tensed hot against her walls, he might not have branded her body with marks or any permanent scars but his member sliding against her hot walls was a brand in of itself. He was staining her walls and insides, molding them to him and taking such liberties with her body that she would truly be unfit for anyone other than himself. Her naked curved form quivering underneath him brought him the purest of delight. Almost as much as the sweet little whimpers and moans of protests she made as she pleaded for him to stop. His cock tensed and throbbed hotter against her walls, his precut leaving the tip of his member and flooding her walls permanently staining them with his seed. He then suddenly shoved forward, burying himself deeper against her walls so that his cock touched against her deepest and most sensitive parts. Literally molding every part of her around him and molding it to his touch as he forced himself as deep inside her as he possibly could.“Why should I stop now? I’ve already taken your most precious gift. So why don’t you just be good and do as I ask?” He tightened his grip around her throat, once more alternating between choking her and thrusting inside her. So that whenever she was deprived of breath he was forcing himself deep against her insides. While one of his hands continued to control her lovely breathing his other hand drifted up from her thighs and instead slid up to move along her breasts. His hand grasped firmly at her soft mounds and began rolling them around in his palm. His fingers even drifting over the top of her breasts, lightly pinching and twisting her buds between his fingers before he’d release her buds momentarily and reach back to slap her breasts before his fingers would drift to her other bud to repeat the torturous process. All while his hips continued to ram into her, driving his swollen member deeper inside her as his cock literally molding her virgin hole to his touch. Allegra couldn't be certain... she couldn't know, but something in the way he looked down at her, something in this man's expression made her think he actually was enjoying seeing her sobbing in such a manner. He was enjoying seeing this young princess degraded, desperate, tears rolling down her cheeks as he took the purest gift she could have given her husband to be. She pursed her full lips, trying her best to hold the tears down... but failing miserably. The impotence was too grand, the frustration, the anger... and the fear for her sister's life. She couldn't fight, she couldn't struggle against this man, even if she wanted to. She would never forgive herself should she be responsible for the little princess's demise.“Why should I stop now? I’ve already taken your most precious gift. So why don’t you just be good and do as I ask?” The question echoed in Allegra's mind, and for a moment she wanted to kick at him so hard it took the air from his lungs... much as he was doing to her, with his hand over her neck... but she stopped herself from doing anything so foolish. Cecelia was but a child, a sweet, loving child, and if she needed to suffer for her... she'd do it. She'd close her eyes and accept the abuses of this horrible man, even if her whole body was screaming in aching... he kept on sinking inside her impossibly tight sex, he kept on taking the air from her lungs as if it was some sort of sick game, having the young woman gasping for air in despair each and every time he allowed her to breath in and out. Her virginal hole was so tight around him, clenching in pain each time he drove himself inside her, deep inside her, as her body reacted to this invader the only natural way it knew how to, adapting to it, to his size, to the way he was taking her with no remorse." It... it hurts" She begged, shaking her head lightly "I... I won't s..." She gasped for air, barely able to speak with the little inhaling and exhaling he was allowing her "scream... Please... stop... choking me. I'll behave" Hearing her bag was perhaps just as arousing as the humiliation and degradation that he’d forced upon her. While part of him still enjoyed chocking the gorgeous and curvy princess underneath him another part of him wanted to see whether she’d really behave. Though the only way to really see would be to test it out. His fingers would loosen from her throat, which was red from the choking, before his fingers would then drag down over the side of her breasts and rolling those gorgeous mounds around into his palm as he whispered. “Then show me that you can behave.” His hand would leave her breasts for just a moment as he instead reached down to take hold of her wrists. He would guide one of her hands down between her legs before guiding her other hand to rest on her breasts. He’d hold her hands there for just a moment as he spoke softly under his breath. “Don’t remove your hands. Touch yourself. Show me that you can behave.” He spoke softly as he continued to shove into her tightened little hole. He knew that her little virgin hole would have been tight, but not as unbearably tight as she currently was. Though some of that only became better as he continued to shove inside her. The satisfaction coming from the fact that he was the one that was molding and shaping her walls around his cock. He wasn’t just the first man to take her, but he was shaping her insides in such a manner that she wouldn’t be able to forget their time together. Even if she happened to think that this was a one-time arrangement both of them knew that this would change her at a level that she be never able to forget that he’d been the one to take her. Especially because of the things that he was forcing her to do as he forced her to humiliate herself while her purity was being stolen by his invading touches. After guiding her hands into place his hands would also move to her body, touching against her thighs and against her breasts. His fingertips kneading those lovely breasts into his palm as his other hand worked against her thighs. He’d lift her leg up to wrap around his waist so that he could easily sink into her body. By lifting her legs up he was able to easily sink inside her, his cock tensing and throbbing hot against her walls as he began to rock her hips to meet his invading thrusts. Allegra gasped as he finally let go of her throat, panting for air as the dizziness slowly started disappearing... still, nothing would prepare her for what he would ask her to do next. Pursing her lips was all she could do to avoid whimpering when he moved her own hand to her sex, and simply instructed her to touch herself as he continued to dive himself inside her, deeper still as he made her legs properly surround his hips, deeper still when Allegra had thought there was no humanly way he could be filling her any further, so tight she felt her recently virginal hole. She closed her eyes in utter humiliation, shaking her head in embarrassment, as she removed the hand hastily from the spot he had placed it in. She wouldn't struggle, not if it meant her little Cecelia would be harmed... but she wouldn't degrade herself further just for his entertainment. Her legs remained where he had placed them, and she tilted her face away from this monster of a man, even when it was impossible for her to ignore his presence, with his erect cock constantly being thrust deep inside her, as she felt herself clenching around it, her body slowly growing used to his size, his speed." I... I shall do not such thing" She simply answered, not looking at him, too proud to give into such a degrading act. He had told her not to struggle, and she was obeying... that was as much as she'd give this sick, twisted man! Let him hurt her if he wanted to... he had already taken something she couldn't get back, he was already invading her most private moments... she wouldn't allow him to degrade her any further even if it meant being chocked! He could see the humiliation on her lovely features, and it aroused him, knowing that he held all the cards and there was little she could do other than comply with what he wanted. His eyes watched her curiously and amused as his cock continued to thrust up inside her. His hot cock tensing hot against her walls, throbbing and pulsing against her walls as he sunk himself deep inside of her. Since her legs remained where he’d placed them he no longer had to put his hands against her thighs. Instead, both his hands would move against her waist and begin rocking her hips to meet his thrusts. Not only so he sunk deeper into her tensing virgin hole but also because he felt her insides growing accustomed to his invasion. He was still throbbing and hot, heated against her insides as he forced himself as deep into her soaked hole as he could. Which was what made her outburst such a surprise. It seemed the little princess thought she was too proud to simply degrade and humiliate herself. He wasn’t surprised she was struggling against him, what he was surprised about was that she was doing it so openly even after he’d threatened the life of her precious sister. But if she did decide she didn’t want her hand son her more private parts then he’d simply put his hand back to work on her neck. He reached up to take her neck again, his fingers wrapping around her neck and squeezing slightly as he pulled her up toward him. His fingers would continue to tense around her throat, choking her every so often in-between the hard thrusts he gave her. Choking her was just as entertaining as forcing her to touch herself, it degraded her in the same way. She simply didn’t know it, as there was nothing better than watching her little body tense and spasm when he choked her. Knowing that the proud little princess was nothing more than a toy underneath him right now. Yet while he choked her it also kept her from talking as freely as she no doubt wanted, a gift in hindsight since it was time that he made sure that the princess knew what he was doing to her wasn’t just because he enjoyed the thought of violating her. It was much more than that, he was using her as a tool for his own personal gains. “If you aren’t going to humiliate herself. Then at least me a good princess and raise your hips up. Like this.” His hand would drift down to her rear, taking a handful of her plump bottom and squeezing it into his palm as he lifted her hips firmly up into his thrusts. He lifted her hips, so their bodies pressed squarely together, so that when he shoved himself forward his thighs would slap against hers, and he was now buried deep inside of her. The tip of his cock dragging against her walls of her wet little hole, what little blood that had stained his cock was now gone. Her juices having washed his swollen member clean, as it tensed and pulsed hot against her walls, the same juices having allowed him to sink even deeper inside her. “MHN. I do have to say Allegra. Your body feels much better than I ever thought it would. I suppose that’s the perk of taking a virgin princess.” More than anything else in her life, she wanted to protect her sister... and yet her temper was too fiery to keep in check. She tried her best to keep it in check, she tried her best to follow his commands, but wasn't she already? Wasn't she avoiding struggling against his raping her? Still, he didn't seem to truly mind... and went right back to chocking her. It was debilitating, the impossibility of really being able to do more than gasp for air, and always be unable to have a long enough breath in or out. Her eyes were filled with tears, even if she had attempted to avoid letting him see in such a horrible state of vulnerability. He forced her to lift her hips, and even if she wanted to refuse as badly as she wanted to kick him and run, she didn't resist.... she simply followed his command and kept her hips up in the air, as he kept on driving his manhood deep inside her, deeper than she thought possible, forcing a loud gasp of pain to escape from her lips.“MHN. I do have to say Allegra. Your body feels much better than I ever thought it would. I suppose that’s the perk of taking a virgin princess.” She wanted to scream at him for daring call her by her first name, for daring mock her.... how could he be such a horrible man, teasing her with the very treasure he had just ripped from her? And yet, Allegra didn't reply. She pursed her lips tightly and closed her eyes tightly, trying to avoid looking at him, trying and failing to block him out. It was impossible, with his hands keeping the air from fully reaching her lungs, with his cock sinking time and time again into her impossibly tight pussy over and over and over again. Christopher knew how cruel it was to tease her. To remind her of the treasure she’d just given away to him, that he’d taken from her. Yet it was also exhilarating to tell the princess of it. To remind her that the one thing she’d saved for her husband since birth had now been given away to her attacker. But there was something else driving him as well, now that he was inside her eliciting sounds from her body all he wanted was to make her reach release. He wanted to wash away the tears clouding her eyes with euphoria. He wanted to bring her to a state of release that she wouldn’t be able to forget. Having sex with the young princess had never been his intention, the fact that she had been so wonderfully gorgeous and tempting had convinced him to taste her. Yet now that he was inside her, savoring her sweet and tight little hole, he knew he’d made the right decision when it came to taking her. The fact that he’d been planning to simply blackmail her, and send her on her way with orders now seemed naïve and foolish. While using her sister against her was certainly something he’d continue to do. He now wanted to use her body against her as well. Though perhaps that was just the fact that he wanted to continue tasting that sweet body of hers. His cock tensing and throbbing, pulsing hot against her insides. As he drilled into her tight little canal he knew that the one thing he could do to the young princess was had her reach her release. To make her orgasm from having her attacker inside her, the very thought propelled him forward to force more pleasure out of the young girl. His hand released her throat, no longer muffling the sounds she made. Instead, his hand would release her throat and instead moving down over her mounds. He took those wonderfully pert breasts into his palm, pressing her peaks into his palm so that they were being coaxed by his hands. The rough skin of his palm providing a lovely friction to her hard and soft buds." I want to hear what lovely sounds you make, princess Allegra." His other hand still brushing against her waist before easing down to her thighs. He grasped firmly against her slender thighs, tightening his grasp against her soft skin before he began lifting her hips up into each thrust. He sunk deep inside of her body, pulsing with warmth. Furthermore, he was buried so deep inside of her that she’d feel the head of his cock forcing it’s way deeper into her tight depths until he was buried deep enough inside her that the head of his cock now touched firmly against the entrance to her core. His cock prodding her most sensitive part, repeatedly hitting against her core with each thrust as his throbbing member dragged against her soft walls and forced her insides to mold around him. To adjust and accept his thick girth as he pounded into the once virgin princess.

The Foreigner & The Princess|rating:2.0

The Satyr's Bargain (Kazyth, bubby, midnight diamond)

(was all so... perfect now. Just perfect. Or near enough to perfect that one would be hard-put to tell the difference. And it put Owen HaM inch in a fine, fine mood even to just reflect on the wonderful turns his life had taken. Booted feet carried him along the hard-packed dirt road that ran through the center of the small village. Just a little place, somewhere around a day's ride or so from his comfortable and somewhat isolated homestead. While not dressed richly, his clothing was of fine cut and well-kept, marking him as a man of means, if not outright wealthy. Clad in a billowing white linen shirt, black leather breeches lined with silk for comfort, short brown leather riding boots, and supple black leather gloves, he invited a certain amount of deference from the laborers, farmers, and craftsmen that populated the area. A deference his wife often forgot to show him. Just the thought of her uppity ideas and attitude was enough to set his blood boiling, mostly with frustration and anger. At least until his horse whiskered at him to let him know he was pulling on the reins to hard, that is. Admittedly, things between the two of them were much better than they had been when they had first been forced to marry. Arranged marriages. Dastardly things, ways to trap a man. Neither of them had been happy about it, but their families had wanted to unite their fortunes and lands. The two of them, for all their many differences, had been the safest way to do so. Speaking of safe, he considered that he'd be better off paying attention to where he was going, before some child or drunkard walked out in front of his horse. Delays would be unforgivable. Pale hazel eyes scanned the street slowly, just in case She wasn't at her house. He would hate to have missed Her, after all. She was the whole reason he'd come to this town again so soon after the last visit. Well, that and a desire to get out of the house again. The children were starting to get under his skin a little bit. Crying, crawling, making messes... though their mother seemed to dote on them more than a little. Understandable, given the trouble that they had to go to for her to have them in the first place. But they made her happy, and when she was happy he had some peace, at least until the next time he had to remind her just who ran their house, who made the calls and set down the law. Well-muscled legs nudge his horse, along with a faint bit of pressure on the reins, guiding the beast over to the small bakery and sweet shop that sat across the road from Her small house. It was a good excuse, coming here to get some maple candies for the wife. He'd be sure to take some back with him. But for now, as he finger-combed his shoulder-length sandy blonde hair, he would browse the wares and watch Her house. Maybe he'd get to see Her again. White, well cared for teeth flashed in a smile that spread the faint hint of stubble along his jaw and defined cheekbones. Normally he was a sight to stir more than a little interest in womenfolk. It certainly worked on the plump older matron who ran the sweet shop. But for him, it was the women who -didn't- swoon and throw themselves at him that really caught his interest. Like Her. Fire, angry, scornful of men, ruthlessly independent. He'd seen that the last time he was here, and from the way her front door flew open to permit the ejection of a rather terrified would-be suitor, that hand't changed a bit... the way the man scrambled like a dog to run down the road under a torrent of withering abuse was a sight to see. Oh, yes. (men were Cretans in her mind. Seeking naught from a woman but what they could receive, from either the kitchen or between their legs, or the fat inheritance some women just happened to be blessed with. Anishal G'more was such a woman. Not only did she have an inheritance being the only child of well-to-do parents, she was recently a widow as well. Her husband, a General in His Majesty's army, had perished. Yet he had not died in battle. He was found in the middle of the street very early one morning, his throat cut wide open. Rumors abounded from his death. Robbery at first, but his purse was intact. Retribution for a deal gone wrong, perhaps. Vengeance from an angered poker mate. There were even whispers that his wife Anisha had followed him and killed him as he returned from a brothel. There was never proof of the latter though, so it was that she was now a very wealthy woman. Her temper was indeed widely known as well. Even when she had been wife, the mantle sat ill upon her shoulders. She was not meek, she was not shy, she was most certainly not bidding. She did not stay in the kitchen, nor keep an immaculate house. Furthermore, she rather would be seen racing the countryside on her sleek horse, practicing her swordsmanship with many of the Kings old guards she had befriended, men who appreciated her for her skills, not her breasts. Furthermore, she was a beauty with hot eyes, raven curls, a quick smile and infectious laugh, along with an even quicker sword. She would be seen now stalking down the street towards her house, her fists clenched at her side, her jaw clenched tight, a man in the Kings livery hastening after her, pleading his case. “ But Lady G'more, your presence is requested by the King ! You surely cannot refuse him! M'lady, what will people say!!” Coming to a stop, so quickly the man nearly slammed into her back, he would bounce backwards just as she whirled around in a wave of dark flouncing mane, and seething rage. Sharp green eyes would narrow, plump lips now thinning as she glared at the servant for a few silent moments before lifting finger to jab it into his chest as she spoke. “ I … am a … WIDOW! The General is gone, and I wish to have nothing more to do with any sort of connections my ill-fated marriage brought. I was forced into pairing with him, and I refuse to be forced to carry forth his legacy as if I enjoyed being his wife!” She continued to glare quite menacingly at the man, but slowly, as his fear at returning to the King with such a message shone from his poor stricken face, she would throw her hands in the air, letting forth an exasperated sigh. “ Oh mercy, fine... FINE. I will go to the Ball. This one last time. I suggest you make sure and convey that to His Majesty. One... last... time.” The servant nodded quickly, bowing again and again as he backed away, finally turning and running back towards the castle. Anisha watched him go, lifting a gloved hand to smooth dark curls from her anger heated face, shaking her head and turning to continue towards her home. Lifting her gaze of piercing jade she caught the sight of the horsed Nobleman who, oddly enough, seemed to be watching her. Stopping in her tracks, she would glare defiantly back at Owen, her scowl raking his form. Finally, she would give a snort of derision, resuming her stalking to the front door of her house only to throw open the door, enter, and slam it harshly in her wake. Cretans, all of them. (sat at the window, her embroidery needle working steadily in and out of the fabric stretched in the frame before her. Next to her, in a gently swaying cradle operated by one of her own feet, slept one of her children. Ciara, a sweet little girl of ten months, with a dark head of hair and big green eyes. Her brother Main, a toddler of nearly two, was playing with his toys in the middle of the room, babbling to himself in his own language. He was the spitting image of his father already, with the same light hazel eyes and sandy-blonde hair, but without the surly, irritating temper to match. Thinking about her husband made her careless enough to prick her finger with her needle, and with a soft hiss, she quickly brought her finger to her lips, sucking away the drop of blood before it had a chance to stain the fabric she was working on. Damn that man! He was always doing spiteful, hurtful things to her, even when he was not around. Overbearing, insufferable lout. It was bad enough that she had been forced into this marriage in the first place; not being able to bear children had been intolerable for her, for Amaranth had always wanted a family of her own. That was the only reason she had consented to marry him. Not that it would have made a difference either way, in the end, she thought ruefully, but at least she had not had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the altar. The loss of her two unborn children could still bring tears to her eyes, although with the advent of Owen's little discovery in the woods, the ache in her heart had eased somewhat. Still, she tried very hard not to think of where her children--and teamakers, no matter what her husband said--really came from. It was enough that they were there, and she loved them with all her heart. Just then there was a tapping at the door of her sitting room. Removing her finger from her mouth, she called softly, "Yes, what is it?" The door cracked open to reveal the apprehensive face of Nan, the woman who had been hired as nursemaid for her children. She had told Owen a nursemaid wasn't necessary, but he had insisted. She had finally relented, but she still remembered the welts that had resulted from that particular argument. Frowning slightly at the woman, she waved her in. "Well, what is it, Nan?" she asked impatiently." Begging yer pardon, madam," the woman started nervously, "but it's time fer the little master's nap. I've come to fetch him so's--""Thank you, Nan, but that won't be necessary," Amaranth interrupted coolly, "I'll take him up myself." Rising, she stepped around her embroidery frame and moved towards Main, who gave her a broad, toothy grin around the wooden horse he was currently attempting to jam into his mouth. Amaranth stooped to lift him up, kissing his round, pudgy little cheeks and cooing softly into his ear." Oh, but madam," Nan protested, "I have orders from the master that--""Well theaters not here," Amaranth snapped, giving the servant an icy glare, "and I will not be dictated to by a nursemaid! Now get out. I will see to my own children."" But--"Crack! Amaranthe glared at the woman, Nan's cheek flaring a bright and immediate red from the sharp slap she had just delivered. Her palm still tingled and stung, and she pointed imperiously to the door. "Out, I said! I may not have the authority to banish you from my household," for she had attempted that and had another argument with her bully of a husband, "but I will not tolerate you in my presence! Is that understood?" Nan, holding her stinging cheek and pursing her lips to suppress her sobs, nodded jerkily. "Y-yes, madam."" Good," she responded, flicking a hand towards the door. "Leave. Now." Nan whirled and fled; Amaranth could hear the woman sobbing all the way down the hall, and she sighed softly, taking her son upstairs to the nursery. She changed him and put him to bed, singing softly to him and rubbing his back until he was sound asleep. Both children would sleep for some time, giving her the remainder of the afternoon for herself. They were not always so cooperative, and she was determined to make the best of it today. Returning to her sitting room, she took up her place at her embroidery frame, although she did not take up her needle. Instead, she looked again at Ciara as the child slept, reaching down to lightly brush a lock of her dark hair off her forehead. She could remember the one she came from; she had been striking, with the same dark hair and green eyes. It had been practically blissful. Owen would spend hours with her, leaving Amaranth alone to pursue her own interests. After Ciara had been born, she had been used as a wet nurse. Once the little girl had been weaned, however, Owen began to talk of finding another. What had become of the dark-haired beauty Amaranth did not know, and did not care to imagine? With a deep breath and a shudder, she turned to her work, listening to the soft whisper of the thread against fabric and the quiet, steady breathing of her daughter. Owen had left that morning for gods knew where, and likely would not be back before nightfall, when Amaranth herself would be locked safely behind the heavy wooden door of her bedchamber, and safe from any lessons her husband might choose to impart to her. Oh, Gods! and Demons, she was perfect. A breath he hadn't even known he'd held rushed forth from between his slightly parted lips, color coming to his cheeks with the first flush of raw desire. Even though it wasn't directed at her, his obvious desire was enough to make even the candy woman blush as she wrapped his box of maple candies for him. And if she tied the bow a little tighter than she needed to, well, envy could be a terrible thing. "You'll want to avoid Anisha G'more, sir," she'd venture after a moment of indecision. It really wasn't her place to say anything, but if he was thinking about trying to woo that Hellcat, he was in for nothing but pain, ridicule, and a whole steaming bucketful of scorn. He was too handsome for that sort of thing. Those hazel eyes turned to her, his whole body rotating slowly in a way that was... predatory, like the twist of an eagle's head when it spots a rabbit. "Now, why would you say something like that about your lovely neighbor," he questioned pleasantly, while the heat slowly dissipated from his eyes. His voice, however, stayed a warm near purr like honey and smoke. It was enough to make the woman regret tying the bow quite so tight. "She's a hellcat, sir. A hellcat and a harridan. No men ever been good enough for her, though many tried before she wed the General, and many more have tried after her husband passed." A single sandy blond eyebrow arched at that, his head tilting to the side rather like a curious bird that had spotted something shiny. His curiosity was piqued even more when the woman gestured for him to come closer, lean in, which he did. Gossip could be such fun. "There's some as say she had him killed, or killed him herself, to be free of him. She landed herself a fine, well-to-do man, and resented him. It was clear as day that she did, and he wasn't any fonder of her, bless his soul." Nimble fingers plucked up the wrapped box, dropping a few more coins on the counter than were needed to pay for the treats. "Thank you," he murmured with a smile and a wink. "For the candy, and the warning. She sounds like more trouble than she'd be worth." The woman beamed a smile at him, bright and happy, even as he remounted and spurred his horse down the road. He had to get home. She really was perfect. His hands trembled on the reins, and he barely noticed the time that passed, even when darkness fell and the starts became his only light on the road. Perfect. She would take -such- breaking. The hostler took his reins when he arrived, trying not to shoot daggers at his employer when he noticed how hard the horse had been driven. Sweating and blowing foam, another half hour and the beast would have had to be put down. Not that he'd dare say so, of course. The last hostler to speak wise to Owen had been beaten half to death with a horsewhip and then fired. Booted feet carried him into the dark house, only a few scattered lamps with the wicks down low providing any light. Past the nurseries, past the bedrooms he stalked, fixed on his goal, the special workshop he kept in the basement. It was time. Time to summon the creature again, and have it fetch his prize. Of course, Amaranth hated when he worked his magics in the house, especially at night. He'd tried to explain that they were more potent then, made his control stronger, but she only cared that it tended to wake the children. If the stubborn bitch would just let the nanny do her job as he hired her for, it wouldn't even be an issue. So let her grouse, and rouse to calm his spawn. Keys jangled as he reached the iron-studded heavy wooden door marking the boundary between upstairs and downstairs. Warm, moist air flowed as the door unlocked and swung wide, heavy with musk, the scent of old fear, blood, and iron. Sweet perfume to his senses. No light was needed now as he walked down the steps carved into bedrock, carrying him in a circle down to his true domain. Amaranthe never came down here unless she knew he was there. She wouldn't dare. She knew she wasn't safe from the creature without him. Speaking of the creature... heels clicked on the warm smooth granite floor as he made his way deeper into the lair, heading into a circular room that split off in three other directions. On the left lead to the holding area, where he kept his pets. Straight ahead lead to the altar, and his means of controlling the Satyr. And to the right was his... other workshop, for when the women were no longer of any use to him. Which was always fun, in its a own way. He stalked down the long hallway straight ahead, absently noting when the walls went from smooth and man-made to rough and natural, thick with lichen and moss. A faint glow, coming from the walls themselves, gave him all the light he needed at the moment. He didn't use torches when there wasn't a plaything downstairs. At last, he came to the altar, a rough-hewn slap of basalt set on two smaller blocks of the same, resting before a now-empty pedestal. Didn't matter if the beast wasn't there, wasn't locked in stone anymore. It would hear the call. A drop of his blood, squeezed from a small cut made on the tip of his finger, fell to the altar top, which began to hum softly. Quickly and efficiently he scrawled eye-watering, crawling, inhuman letters on the smooth surface. And the cut did not heal. There was always enough blood for this. When the ritual of binding was complete, the letters flared crimson and sank into the stone. Musk began to fill the surrounding air, something both masculine and bestial at the same time. Warmth, then, as the Satyr stepped from shadows and stared at him with eyes as vivid blue as the clearest of skies. If the sky was a predator who hungered for flesh in a very specific way." You called," the creature growled softly to him, shifting eagerly, ready for the hunt. The dark brown fur that coated his goatlike lower legs seemed to ripple with anticipation, while the part of him below the waist that was very human showed just how much he wanted to hunt. "I still don't know how women can be comfortable with that thing," Owen muttered to himself, before turning his attention to the olive-skinned and powerfully built upper half." Her name is Anisha G'more. A reported harpy and man hater, in the town of Versa is. Bring her to me." The satyr's roguishly handsome face split into a wide grin, curving ivory horns glimmering as he turned away and vanished into the shadows again. Upstairs the children were likely waking and crying. And his wife would be waking to, unlocking her door to see what was the matter. Owen turned and ghosted up the stairs, closing and locking his door, waiting in the shadows to slip into her room when she left. Distance didn't leave mean much to the satyr. Oceans might have presented a bit of a problem, but only just. A hamlet a days ride from his caverns? The work of only a few minutes, as he leaped and bounded across fields, through forests, and over streams. He knew where she was, because Owen knew where she was. He and the man had a bond, if an uncomfortable and uneven one. And he knew Her name. That was enough. Soon he crouched in a small wooded thatch very near to the back of her house, pan pipes made of hollowed human thighbones appearing in his hand. A harridan? A man hater? Killed her hated husband, maybe? This would be easy. The pipes raised to his lips, muscled chest expanding as he took a breath and then... played. A soft, haunting melody that floated across the open space to her abode. Walls presented no obstacle to such as he, nor would a bystander be caught unless the stumbled directly into him. The first few iterations of the song served a specific goal, to fill her house with the unwelcome and unwanted presence of her former husband. Not a haunting, per se, but simply the feeling that he was all around her still, cloying and oppressing. Everything would remind her of him, and not in good ways, as the song droned on and on, seeking to drive her out of the house and out into the night... She had forgotten about the staring fool of a man the instant her door had slammed behind her, hearing the startled squawk of her maid in the kitchen upon her loud entry. Undoing her sword belt, boots would thump upon the floorboards heavily as she huffed her way to her chair that was settled before the fire, glowing brightly as it warmed the main living room. Throwing her blade upon the seat opposite, Anisha would drop herself in her chair with a relieved sigh, draping her arms over the armrests, feet lifting to cross upon the ottoman before her. Closing her eyes, gritting her teeth as she prepared herself for the reaction that she was about to be assaulted with, she would call out towards the kitchen, wincing in preparation. “ Mary... I've been invited to the Kings Ball...” She barely got the final words out when the delighted shriek tore through her senses, her maids feet being heard scurrying down the hall to round the corner and enter the room. Plump Mary was in her 50s, having the lines upon her face that occurred with constant smiling. Much as she was doing now. Giggling like a school girl, clapping her still flour laden hands together to emit puffs of white into the air, she woman would make her way to the other chair where with her thumb and index finger she would pick up Anoosha's sword, holding it with much distaste before laying it on the floor. With another giggle she would plop down, hands folding into her apron clad lap, cheery blue eyes sparkling at Anisha. “ Well, don't leave me in the dark. Tell! Tell!!' Not being able to help the smile that slightly curled her lips at the corner, she would roll her eyes, waving a lazy hand in the air. “ There's noting to tell. I was run down by one of the Kings servants, and invited to come. I told him I wouldn't go.” insert Mary's absolute look of horror here...“ ...but, I then accepted...” quickly changed to another girlish squeal...“ …. But I told him it was the LAST time. I hate those things Mary, you know that!” The maid didn't care. She was already popping up, rambling on about getting a new dress, polishing up the dusty jewels, oh the Lady's hair, how will the Lady's hair be done!! Sighing again, Anisha left her to it, knowing it was a lost cause. Jade hues fell to the fire, falling into the hypnotic dancing of the flames. Mary went back into the kitchen, loudly yammering on about all the things that would need to be done to prepare for the wondrous event, and Anisha allowed her eyes to close, her head to fall back amongst the pillowed top of the chair. She must have dozed off, for she instantly began to dream. Music filled her senses, pipe music. Images of the General washed through her mind. The snarling derision he always had for her, his attempts at cowing her and putting her 'in her place', his many tries to rape her and get her with child to gain his heir. With a start she would snap her eyes open, bolting upright. Her eyes would search the room frantically, her shudder of disgust visible were any to see her. Grumbling to herself she would angrily push herself up, bending to snatch her sword from the floor, and heading down the hall and through the kitchen to the back door. Mary stopped her happy tirade mid-sentence as she watched Anisha stalk past her, knowing it was best to not ask where the Lady was going. Mary never liked the answer. Another slam of the door and Anisha stood out in the clean night air, gasping for breath. A choked off whimper brought her to action again, practically running to a fence post, pulling her sword free at the same time. And it would be the post she began taking out every bit of negative emotion she held within on. Hit after hit she delivered, oblivious to the fact the greasy feeling she felt now had been magically implanted. It was a moonless night, one perfect for her husband's needs, and as the Satyr left to seek out the one her husband had his eye on, Amaranth was pulled from sleep by the cries of her children. Sighing in frustration, she pushed back the blankets and rose from her bed--a bed she almost never shared with her husband, if she could help it. Reaching for her dressing gown, she shrugged it on over the thin silk nightgown she had donned for bed. The heavy brocade and fur was warm against her skin, and she belted it snugly around her waist before moving to her bedroom door. She paused there for a moment, listening, but all she heard was the heart-wrenching wails of Ciara. Magic always had this effect on the children, and it was frustrating in the extreme. Pushing her feet into a pair of fur-lined slippers, she unlocked her door and slipped out into the hall. Hurrying down the darkened corridor, she stepped into the nursery the two children shared, murmuring soft, soothing little nothing's as she scooped her daughter up into her arms. Main was sitting up in his crib, sniffling pitifully, and Amaranth had to spend a good deal of time soothing them both back to sleep. When they were finally settled again, Amaranth was ready to fall asleep herself, and she yawned her way back down the hall to her bedroom. She closed and locked her door, setting the key on her dressing table as she moved past it and untied the belt of her robe, letting the garment slide from her slender shoulders. Her waist-length hair lay in a thick plait down her back, and another yawn escaped as she perched on the edge of the bed and kicked off her slippers, more than ready to get some rest. Inhuman amber eyes watched the woman as she slammed her blade into the wooden post again and again. So much anger. Seething with rage, most of which held the taste of hatred for anything masculine. White teeth flashed in the dappled pattern of shadows and moonlight allowed by the trees sheltering him, though with no one to see the teeth seemed far less those of a handsome virile male, and far more those of a hungry predator. Which, in a way, was exactly what he was. Even if he had been reduced to a hunting hound, fetching prey for his current Master. That thought soured his mood, though not enough to make him give up the hunt. Oh, no. Because this one, this one he would keep for himself. All to himself. He'd given two away already, and his lusts would not be denied a third time. He would take her, take her back to his caverns, and she would be his. Spells and compelling magics be damned. The man -had- to know just how terrible it was to go so long without slaking lusts. Had to know how painful it could be to have a woman there, in his hands, and lose her before anything could be done with her. It would not be born again. Leaves rustled near soundlessly under his hooves as he shifted, hunkering down a bit more and watching her curiously. Armed, yes, though not with silver or magic. Still, blades hurt, could slow him down for a time. This one would have to be handled a little... differently. But the Satyr was a master of his craft, and he lifted the pipes to his lips once more. Again that haunting tune filled the air, though the song had changed rather radically. The first caress trailed past Anisha to send her maidservant slumping to the floor, a dead sleep. Easily done on a woman of weak will and weak mind. The second caress carried with it the tones of a crying child, barely audible, teasing the edges of the angry woman's hearing. Lost and hopeless, a girl child in the woods. Just the thing to pluck at the heartstrings of a woman on the edge... Meanwhile, hazel eyes glittered as they watched Amaranth shed her robe and settle on the bed, his lips spreading in a wide and toothsome smile. The Satyr would likely not be back until morning, or later, with his new prize. Possibly not even for a day or two, depending on how much the woman resisted. And Owen could not wait that long. Not while excitement bubbled and fizzed in his veins. So while she kicked off her slippers, he surged out of the shadows and slapped a hand across her mouth, bearing her back down onto the bed, pinning her there with the weight of his body as he whispered softly, "Now shhh. Don't scream. You wouldn't want to wake the children, would you?" She wasn't exactly to his tastes, of course. Pretty enough, but waspish, and he was required to treat her with at least a certain amount of courtesy. At least when they were in public. She could not just vanish, and frankly she ensured the house was run well enough. Which lent her an amount of protection from him. Something that he had never cared for. Still, they had an uneasy but working partnership of sorts, one he generally tried not to rock overmuch. Unless the need was upon him, or she started to think that she could have everything her own way. Then she had to be reminded just who was in charge of this family." I've got another one coming," he growled softly, while his free hand delved down to grab at the lower hem of her shift, tugging upward and letting her know exactly what sort of chastisement he had planned for her in the darkness of her sometimes-refuge. She had been so focused on getting the children back to sleep, and then desiring to join them herself, that she had neglected to lock her door while she'd been out of her room. So Amaranth should not have been surprised to find herself suddenly pinned beneath the weight of her husband, but...she was. She had not even sensed his presence in the room until his large hand was clamped over her mouth, and his body was forcing hers down onto her bed. Amaranthe's eyes widened, and she released soft, muffled cries against Owen's hand, struggling uselessly beneath him. He had caught her when she was the most vulnerable, and she glared up at him in the darkness, falling quiet as he warned her not to wake the children. She was breathing hard, and her heart was racing from the sudden fright of being accosted by her husband in the middle of the night, so when he spoke again, it took her a moment or two to realize just what it was he had said. It was only when he began tugging up the hem of her thin silk nightgown, and she felt cool air on her legs that everything clicked into place. Then the real fight began. Her hands lifted, fingers curling into claws that slapped and scratched at his head, neck, and shoulders, and her body twisted beneath his in an attempt to throw him off. Amaranth arched, twisting her head from side to side before simply opening her mouth and biting down on his hand as hard as she could. She would pay for that, no doubt, but at the moment, she did not care. Her thoughts were so dark with anger, her intent on murdering the fence post so heady, that at first she did not hear the first notes of the soft lilting pipes. Panting gently, a sheen of sweat glistening across the rise of her breasts thrust forth from her peasants blouse, the ever present scowl the creased her brow became even more prevalent as her gaze shifted to the darkened forest at the border of little yard. For a fleeting moment she pondered on why some fool was out in the woods at night playing music. With no idea that Mary was now slumped over her baking, cheek flat amongst the flour, Anisha continued attacking to post again. Bits of wood were flying around her, catching in her thick curls. She had lost some of her fire though, with that first pause. The tip of her sword sank into the soft dirt as her head hung, closing her eyes. Why did she let memories of that man still effect her so? He was gone, dead, and could no longer hurt her. She need not deal with any man any longer. She could live her life asshewished! Letting out a shuddering breath, she would lift her free hand, running the back of it over her sweaty brow, turning her emerald eyes to the house. She would have Mary make her a nice cup of tea... perhaps a bath to calm her even more. Lifting her blade, she would study the edge, already turning back towards the house, lips curling into a feint smirk as she noted not a single notch on the sharp edge. She had never rued the day when she had made this purchase. Thoughts upon the keenness of the sword, she was about to enter her inviting kitchen again, when from the dark depths of the forest behind her the cries of a child met her ears. Turning quickly, lips parted as she gasped softly, she would strain to hear. “ What in all the Hell's. Why is there a child out at night in the woods...?” Though Anisha was far from the maternal type, finding most children to be noisy, annoying, and really rather smelly and prone to misbehaving, she still had compassion. If there was a child lost on the woods, there was no way she could in good conscience leave the little thing out there to freeze...… Sighing, hefting her sword tight in her grip again, Anisha made her way into the trees. Her steps were quite silent upon the forest floor, her head tilting to listen, following the sound. Eventually she would call out gently, attempting a sweet lilt to her tone. “ Hello?.. Where are you little dear. Are you cold? My maid will have hot chocolate and cookies for you if you come out... come on now. Come to Anisha.... I won't hurt you I promise...” Ah, well. There had been the vague hope that mention of the sleeping children would have inspired her to simply behave and give him what he wanted. It had happened a few times before, when she hadn't felt up to risking something, or had simply been too exhausted to bother fighting back. They both knew that no matter what she did there was only one way that this night was going to end, with her ravaged and leaking his spend from one of her holes. How abused she was at the end of it generally depended on how much she fought him. And tonight she fought like a wildcat, clawing at his head and neck, biting his hand... and securing a great deal of pain for herself. His arms were longer, so when she bit down he simply pushed himself up until she could claw only at his shoulders, biceps, and lower. The hand between her teeth tried to tug away automatically, though she seemed rather disinclined to let go. Fine. Even as blood began to well across her teeth his other hand gripped the throat tightly, pressing his thumb across her windpipe and digging his fingers into the back of her neck. While she may have had her teeth in his flesh, his hand was large enough to grip her lower jaw, pushing the pain of her bite aside as he gripped and squeezed tightly. For all that he preferred she just lay there and take it, the thick length of him still ground against her pelvis, hard and eager to rend and pierce her." Again you mistake your place, you frigid little bitch. You refuse the maid I hired to help with our children. You threaten the help, you make decisions that aren't yours to make... and you fight to keep me from what is rightfully mine." His voice was an angry, almost bestial growl there in the darkness, eyes glinting in what little illumination might be able to make it through the curtains. "So, you have one chance to make this... not as bad as it will otherwise be. Either stop fighting me and spread your legs, or I'll choke you unconscious and fuck that tight ass of yours until you walk funny for a week..."_______________Meanwhile, in the forest behind Anisha's house, the Satyr continued with his plan to lure her where he needed her to be before he took her. She still had her sword, a wise precaution when heading out into the forest at night. There were dangerous creatures in the darkness, and not just himself. Though they all had better sense than to bother a Power such as he. Still, they could prove useful... Again he drew deeper into the trees, soundless and flitting like a shadow, the crying child sounds always stay just out of reach, out of sight of Anisha. Fingers flew across the holes of his pipes, adding a desperate, fearful note to the crying, little trills and shifts sounding like the growl and padding of wolves across the loam, surrounding the armed woman in unseen but somehow not unfelt fur, fang, and claw. Of course, this was no mere illusion. His magics had called the beasts from their dens, pulled them unwilling from the hunt to cage her with their numbers. Why risk his own hide and pain, when brute beasts would do so for him? Amber eyes shine in the faint moonlight that manages to reach the forest floor from between the leaves and branches high above. Growls sound louder now, flashes of large, powerful bodies, shadowy fur, and ivory teeth snapping at her. From beyond the wolves, deeper in the shadows still, a powerful and barely human voice boomed out, "Drop the sword, Anisha... and surrender yourself. Else the wolves will bring you down, and you will be mine regardless." The coppery taste of his blood filled her mouth; it was a taste she had had before, and one that meant he would not go easy on her. Amaranth grunted in pain as he placed more weight on his hands, stretching his head out of her immediate reach. Her fingers caught in the folds of his shirt as she scrabbled for purchase, and as his free hand closed over her throat, Amaranth's eyes widened. The fingers of the hand still trapped between her teeth gouged painfully into her jaw as he squeezed, forcing her mouth to open around a soundless cry of agony. It took another moment or two before the panic set in, her airway thoroughly blocked by the simple press of her husband's thumb. There would be bruises tomorrow. There were always bruises after he paid her a visit. Between one moment and the next, Amaranth's angry struggles turned to fear, soft choking sounds issuing from her blood-filled mouth. Her hands gripped his wrist, her fingers scrabbling to try and pry his thumb from her wind pipe, but it was like trying to bend iron with her bare hands. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he threatened her. Amaranth knew she had little choice in the matter; the threat of what would happen if she continued to fight would have her bedridden for several days, days in which he could force himself on her whenever he pleased. He had done it before. So as much as it infuriated her, Amaranth forced herself to still beneath him, the sensation of his arousal grinding against her making her want to scream. Instead, she fisted her hands in the rumpled sheets to either side of her and reluctantly shifted her legs apart, waiting for him to remove his thumb and do what he needed to do. Caught on the web of music, truly thinking there was a lone lost child out deep within the woods, Anisha stole ever deeper within the dark depths. Such things had happened before around the village, so for her, there was nothing odd. Her hand did grip tighter about the hilt of her blade though, her steps, slowing a bit, head tilting as she held her breath to listen...… and the child's cries shifted upon the night wind, the sound of low snarls, deep growls meeting her ears. Anisha would hiss, her body shifting into a slight crouch, turning slowly in a circle as she realized she truly was surrounded by beasts. Under her breath she would mumble low, lips pulling into a snarl. “ I should have brought a torch along with my blade it seems. Stupid move woman...” One would think perhaps that she would turn and run away. One would think this to be the wisest move. Yet if Anisha was anything, she was deeply stubborn. She could take on these beasts. She would! Whipping her sword about, slow circles her feet would take her in, intent on taking out the wolves one by one, until a voice drifted forth from the deeper depths of the misty forest. "Drop the sword, Anisha... and surrender yourself. Else the wolves will bring you down, and you will be mine regardless." With a low cry of surprise she instantly regretted, she would scramble around to face the way the voice came from. Tendrils of fear trailed up and down her spine, for only a fool would not be afraid in such circumstances, but she refused to give in to it. Pulling herself to stand, her knuckles white as the moon above as she gripped her sword and pointed it towards the trees, her eyes raked the darkness as she answered. “ Yours regardless? You think me a woman to merely fall to words? You send beasts to do your work for you. That screams weakness, and I would never fall before a weak man who thinks himself above me.” It didn't even occur to her that whoever it was known her name, nor the fact that oddly the child's cries seemed to be no more, so caught up she was on survival of the moment. "That's a good girl," he growled down at her when she finally released his hand and went limp under him. It was tempting, just for a moment or six, to simply keep his hand on her throat until she blacked out and then use her however he wanted anyway. But a promise was a promise, and she would be less inclined to keep to the next little barter session if he did not follow through as he said he would. Not that it would make things any easier for her. Pressure from his thumb relaxed against her throat, though he did not remove his hand entirely. Keeping her pinned there, where he could apply pressure again quickly and easily if needed, seemed the most prudent option. Blood from the bite on his hand dripped onto her dress even as he yanked her panties down her hips, shifting until he could leave them dangling around one of her ankles. Of course, she wasn't ready for him. She carried no desire for him in her body anymore, and that was just fine. Just fine indeed. Pants and boxers were tugged down his hips, just enough to let him spring free from within the confines. Hard, eager, almost throbbing with the need to be inside her, he nudged the blunt tip against her nether lips and pushed, thighs and ass tensing as his hips sought to force ingress to her channel. Still so tight, and dry. But one way or another that would be fixed, oh yes. Once sheathed fully within her, he wasted no time, nor worked his way up. Tonight the need was heavy upon him, and he drove himself against her, into her, with brutal force. The hand around her throat pulled her into the thrusts, while the hand that bled gripped her hip did the same. She would bruise, oh yes... and she would still walk tenderly in the morning.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soft, mocking, deeply masculine laughter filtered through the trees from behind her at her words and bravado. "Ah, but do you not see my sweet Anisha? We both use weapons, do we not?" More growling sounded around her as she swept her blade around, topaz eyes flashing in the faint moonlight filtering between the trees. Now and then a dark furry shape would lunge out of the shadows to nip at her, always falling back if her blade menaced overmuch. Toying with her. For now." You carry sharp steel in that trembling, soft hand of yours. A sword that you have trained yourself to use. Or at least fancy you know how to use. And so you use steel to do your work for you, just as I use what is mine to command." Off to the side now, a bare glimpse of a large humanoid form moving from behind one clump of trees only to vanish behind the next. Soundless, silent, almost ghostlike. Thought ghosts generally did not take so much glee in their work." Would you dare to meet me tooth and nail, then? Our bodies against each other?" Of course, being who and what he was, the phrase 'bodies against each other' was loaded with enough promise and innuendo to make a professional ballgirl blush. Such was his nature, after all. "Or will you hide behind some rational as to why you should have a sword and I should not? Answer quickly, little girl, or I will have my furry weapons take your blade from you... along with skin and blood, to teach you your place." Oh, how she despised her husband. Amaranth waited, fingers balled into tight fists in the sheets, for him to release his grip on her throat. For a moment, as her vision began to darken, she thought perhaps he was not going to. Perhaps he would kill her this time and be done with her. But who else would he be able to find that would suffer his...specific tastes? And she had her children, after all. Thankfully, however, he eased the pressure of his thumb against her windpipe, and her mouth opened to greedily suck in air. She coughed and gasped, her body remaining limp and her mind a little hazy as she felt her hateful husband yank her nightgown up to her waist and drag her underwear down her legs. She felt the warmth of his blood against her skin, staining her nightgown and her body, dripping to the sheets beneath. More blood would stain her sheets tonight, she knew, but it would be hers this time. As this thought crossed her mind, Amaranth felt him fumble with the fastenings of his pants, and then the hard, hot length of him brushed against the apex of her thighs. He pushed, and pain flared, her body unwilling to allow him entry. Amaranth grunted in pain, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes as Owen shoved relentlessly forward, filling her up. Hot, stinging pain radiated outward from between her legs, her husband's grip on her throat and hip pinning her as he began to thrust. He was particularly rough with her; Amaranth rather thought he did it on purpose, to punish her, which would certainly not be out of character for him. She was pulled down to meet every brutal thrust of his hips, and although she tried, she could not entirely silence her cries of pain. They escaped from behind pursed lips and clenched teeth, her body jerking beneath his as the entire bed shook under his assault. Amaranth soon felt her thighs grow slick, her husband's movements get easier, and knew that blood had begun to flow. Turning her head to the side, Amaranth tried not to listen to the sounds he made above her. She endured, as she always did. As she always would. This was the price she had to pay. For her children. Anisha's fear was rising moment by moment, her body set in a crouch, turning and scrambling to shout and lunge at each dark Wolfe shape that snarled and snapped at her. Sweat beaded at her brow, rivulets trickling between her breasts that rose and fell quicker with frantic breaths. But as her fear rose, so did her anger. Distracted as she was by the circling shadow beasts, Anisha heard every word that wafted through the dark forest. Lips curled into a snarl, head whipping around when she saw from her periphery the massive shadow shift through the darkened trees, pointing her sharp blade in the same direction. Strands of curls clung to her neck, stuck to her now pale cheeks, her eyes as wide as a frightened deer. But as the stranger continued to speak, Anisha would pull herself slightly straighter, the grip upon her sword never faltering, keeping her sight dancing about in hopes to catch what she considered to be simply a man off guard. Her brow pulled into a scowl as certain words were spoken." Would you dare to meet me tooth and nail, then? Our bodies against each other?" As he spoke of their bodies, she could not stop the sensation that swept through her body, a tingle of unwarranted pleasure. Yet though it made its appearance, it was quickly gone again as the threats simply continued, and she would spit through clenched teeth.“ Your rationale sounds like so much cowardice to me stranger. If you need beasts to do your dirty work for you, then send them! When they lay bleeding at my feet, then I'll continue with you!!”

The Satyr's Bargain (Kazyth, bubby, midnight diamond)|rating:3.0

Planescape_ The Book of Going Westward OOC

Please post your character sheets in this thread. Remember that the X-card is in effect for this game. If you find yourself uncomfortable with a scene, tell me, and I'll end it, no questions asked, no explanations necessary.IC Thread (#msg14896219) (Horizon Walker Ranger 3Neutral Good Ability Scores 11Dex 14 (+2)Con 14 (+2)Int 14 (+2)Wis 14 (+2)CIA 14 (+2)Defenses HP: 28AC: 17Saving Throws: STR +2, DEX +4, Con +2, Int +2, Wis +2, CIA +2SkillsAthletics (+2)Intimidate (+4)Nature (+4)Perception (+4)Stealth (+4)Survival (+4)LanguagesKemeticCommonDeep SpeechProficienciesArmor (Light, Medium)Shields Weapons (Simple, Martial)Game of SenetVehicles (Land)Features Background: Initiate (Plane Shift: Amongst)Spell casting (Save DC 12, Attack +4)Favored Enemy: Oozes Favored Terrain: Desert Fighting Style: Defense Primeval Awareness Archetype: Horizon Walker (Another's Guide to Everything)Detect Portal Planar WarriorSpells1st: Cure Wounds, Hunter's Mark, Protection from Evil and Good, Speak with AnimalsEquipmentMoontouched Hopes (rapier)ShortswordLongbow20 arrowsBreastplateSimple puzzle box Scroll containing the teachings of Emetic gods Game of senetCommon clothes Clothes of mending Belt pouch15gExplorer's PackBackpackBedrollMess kitTinderbox10 Torches10 Days' rationsWaterskin50' Hemp rope History:Sent Ta Menu was a handler of animals at the desert caravanserai. Life was rough in a tiny desert outpost where drunken gambling among the traders' men could often lead to theft or murder under veil of haboob. Although she had many admirers in the boys of the caravanserai, for all of their clumsy efforts Sent Ta Menu's was a heart which could not be won. Ever her eyes roamed out over the horizon, ever her soul stirred with wanderlust. She was born a hunter of places undreamed, and the role of a wife appalled her. One day, the caravan of a wealthy woman blew in unexpected with a queer turn of the weather. The woman's company was in dire shape, and could not continue yet refused to turn back. Out of all the professional desert guides available to see that caravan home, the wealthy woman picked Sent Ta Menu to trust. Her first long range through the desert was a success witnessed by the gods themselves, and with skill and dedication Sent Ta Menu led them safely off the traveled path all the way through the desert. Only later would Sent Ta Menu learn that this woman had been the irreplaceable Athenians, and her heart ached. For her faithful duty Sent Ta Menu led many missions of secrecy thereafter, often in the company of trained soldiers but sometimes at the head of Athenians herself. Sent Ta Menu loved her, and yet could bear no token of her lady's favor, could dare speak of her to no one. Ultimately, Athenians left the world of the living with these feelings divulged. Sent Ta Menu received a gift of a single perfumed scarf, and an invitation to lead one final journey beyond the veil, into the Dual. Hent Ta Menu needn't consider the offer for long. Personality:Ideal - Knowledge. Discovery careers Sent Ta Menu onward through danger, and though the books of those who came before her may hold wisdom, true majesty lies yet undiscovered, and no amount of retreading the boot-tracks of old scholars will satisfy. Bond - My (weapon) was a gift from a beloved trainer who died in an accident. Sentimentality grounds Sent Ta Menu. Fewer of what she carries with her are supplies, and the majority are her keepsakes and memories, lending her strength, rallying with her into the great unknown. Flaw - Training for a lifetime to die in the end seems like a big waste of energy. There is no rest, no sedentary paradise for Sent Ta Menu. She does not accept her own ritual death, and her heart races with the possibilities of discoveries beyond the veil for decades yet to come. Aspirations:In the short term, Sent Ta Menu is resolved to usher the Pharaoh and those who accompany her safely into the Dual and beyond. In the short term, Sent Ta Menu wishes to have her feelings for the Pharaoh satisfied, not necessarily physically or through words, but by actions and understanding. In the long term, Sent Ta Menu has been tasked as eternal guardian against foes such as Et One (below) ever coming to Atonement again. She must understand the origin and nature of this foe, and how it might be destroyed. Tomb:Within a dwelling-sized puzzle box which must be solved along four axes lies the resting slab of Sent Ta Menu. Blank moon gates filled with colorful mosaic tiles suggesting vistas unknown line each wall, and a domed ceiling fills with dedications to Kernel, who opens the mind to places unknown. Beside Sent Ta Menu's slab is an open moon gate which leads to a deep, dark hole, the only access to a much more ancient tomb beneath. The tomb beneath is prison to a living extraplanar ooze of truly horrific size, which came to Atonement some time before the meticulous recording of history. The creature, a harbinger of destruction, long ago grew sluggish from devouring desert sand and early settlements. When it became too polluted to move itself, the ancient builders erected a stone structure around its grotesque body, of which Sent Ta Menu's tomb is only the cap. The creature, known as Et One, possesses an utterly alien intelligence and bears no love at all for the people of Atonement. Sexuality:It can be confusing, the care Sent Ta Menu takes in her appearance as a warrior, like a tribal princess demanding to be wooed- but Sent Ta Menu is a hunter, and she does the pursuing. There are easy prey, who keep her talents sharp and blood hot, and there are those hunts of obsession like Pharaoh, a lifelong pursuit for even the glimpse of her legendary quarry. In between, across the gamut of human interaction she goes flirtatious, testing what she can get away with, and following through in bird of prey swoop. (Amennekht, Royal guard (#id=1918863)Neutral good Fighter(brute), Royal Guard to AkhenisisHistory:That night would be something that he remembers for the rest of his life and the next. The screams, the blood, the roars of defiance cut short. He still wakes up in the middle of the night, proud heart beating in his chest ready to strike back. It's always the same, he's left staring at nothing, bathed in the moonlight of Amongst and staring at the peaceful scene that laid before him. He would recoil, question why he alone was spared that night, question if he could have done something to save them and turn back over to fall back into a troubled sleep. Indistinct images of the beast, the creature from some other realm of existence...or perhaps from deep in the Dual that laid waste to his pride but let him live. Following that night he was found days later coming into the city, and for some reason the Pharaoh took pity on him, or perhaps she saw something more in him than what his young frame promised. He was given a home, and given a purpose to the one that took him in. He was trained, he was given an opportunity to thank her by guarding her from those that would harm her. Furthermore, he filled out, he became proud and strong.though the weight of his survival still weighed on his heart. Furthermore, he offers apologies to the dead every morning when he wakes, Ra's blessing heating his fur knowing that those that passed that night may only get a fleeting glimpse of this. When the Pharaoh died he was more than willing, more than appreciative to be told he would accompany her on her trip through the Dual.that he would serve as her protector. Who knows, maybe this trip through the underworld would lighten the burden placed on his heart. Personality:Proud and protective, he is every bit the lion he resembles. Protective of those in his charge and viscous in his assaults. He is head strong and unbending in his resolve. Those that look in his eyes can see a shadow of his past still apparent there, but showing through that is the spark of a good soul, and that is all he tries to be. A good guard, a Good friend, and a Good man. Appearance:This Man is a towering mass of coiled muscle and steel given the form of a Lion. Wisps of smoke tend to rise from his armor from time to time, the chain mail adorned with reliefs of Lions and an Image of Mehmet on the back. What fur is exposed is a sun bleached tan. His Helm is molded after his own visage and functions more as a mask than such, it's letting his mane flow free but casting the top of his face in a bronze visage, the shadow of his past becoming a red glow that smolders within his eyes. He is the strength of the Pharaoh, and feels a good first impression does wonders for would be attackers. Aspirations:Short term:To find a way to remove the sense of guilt he feels every day, knowing that should he pass without doing so, the weight on his heart would doom it to be devoured by Admit when it was weighed against Ma'at Short term: Find the truth of what happened that night, so many of his memories are clouded, this could be a good or bad thing at the Gm's discretion.and may or may not affect the First aspiration. Long term: Ultimately I want to see him become a healthy individual, even if that means working through an uncomfortable truth. To come into his own power, and with a New pride he can call his own, either by blood or bond. Tomb:His tomb is placed on the edge of the grasslands, The archway and door carved with scenes of the surrounding wildlife. As you descend the stairs the torches are set into the wall, the fire burning bright. Each hollow has a figurine to Mehmet. His tomb has a Heavy Sarcophagi set against a wall, a relief of the massive lion man carved into the lid. At its base are Lions claws, weapons and armor reflecting his life as a guard. The ceiling in the cave looks natural, but the walls are adored with an account of his life, including the shadow that followed him throughout most of it. Beside his sarcophagi rest two braziers, here a perfumed oil burns slowly, smell of Rose, sandalwood, and bergamot. Sexuality:For the most part Amen is just a sexual being, he prefers a feminine form, but what actually rests between your legs matter little to him. He tends to be a top, even forceful at times. (Barbarian (Ancestral Guardian) 3Character sheet Alignment: Lawful good Ability Scores: STR 12, DEX 14, CON 16, INT 14, WIS 8, CIA 10HP: 35AC: 15 Saves: STR +3, DEX +2, Con +5, Int +2, Wis -1, CIA +0Background: Vizier Armour/Weapon Proficiencies: Light armor, medium armor, shields, simple weapons, martial weapons Skill Proficiencies: Arcane, History, Nature, Religion, Survival Tool Proficiencies: Calligrapher's supplies, lyre Languages: Common, Emetic, Celestial Gear: Calligrapher's supplies, scroll of Thoth's teachings, vizier's cartouche, set of fine clothes, scimitar, hand axe (2), javelin (4), explorer's pack Magic items: Enduring spell book, lyre of illusions Currency: 15 class features: Rage 3/long rest, unarmored defense, reckless attack, danger sense, ancestral protectors Feats: Ritual Caster (wizard)Rituals in book: Comprehend languages, find familiar Familiar: His great-grandfather, Genera, whom he has conjured from Dual to be his spirit guide in this life. He currently takes the form of a hawk. HistorySenbu was born on the outskirts of Atonement, to a tribe of wanderers who were faithful to the kingdom and its gods, but who were not meant for city life. They travelled between the capital and the most far-flung farms and outposts, doing their part to serve Atonement and the gods by protecting travelers and fighting monsters. Sen bu's father Made was the tribe's history keeper, who remembered all the traditions and accomplishments of the tribe, and could recite them all on demand. He kept a book of ancestral lore, detailing not only the deeds of their ancestors but the prayers to invoke their power. Senbu grew up following in his father's footsteps, learning all about his ancestors and the tribe's history, but his ambitions outgrew the confines of their tribe. He studied diligently at his father's feet, but when he had learned all the lore of his ancestors, he travelled to the city, longing to know more about the world and the gods. The city's ways were strange to him, and the confines of its streets and walls did not sit well with him, but the people of the city were a treasure trove of new stories and lore! He studied with the priests in the great temples, mingled with the citizens at all layers of society, and immersed himself in the history and customs of the great kingdom. It did not take long for Sen bu to come to the attention of the Pharaoh's court. His keen mind and his unique perspective on the lands of Atonement made him an ideal contributor to the academic and theological debates of the court, and his skill as a warrior and hunter made him an asset on journeys outside the city. His introduction to Pharaoh Athenians herself came when she made an expedition to a ruined temple that had been abandoned centuries ago due to monster attacks. Sen bu performed admirably in driving off the monsters that lurked in the ruins and in cataloging what the expedition found, and gained the Pharaoh's favor. She took him into her service as a historian and bodyguard, putting him to work on many more such expeditions. When Sen bu's father died, the book of ancestral lore fell to him, and he delved into its mysteries, learning to send his voice into the Dual to contact his ancestors and entreat their aid and guidance. While she lived, Athenians expressed the desire that Sen bu and the book follow her into the afterlife, so that they might guide her to unite with her own ancestors. Sen bu gladly pledged that he would serve Athenians in death as he had in life. He journeyed back to his tribe to teach the lore to a new apprentice, embracing the wandering life one last time, then returned to the city, to serve the Pharaoh in life, and then in death. Aspirations, tomb and sexuality Aspirations:Short term: Meet interesting people! Learn their stories! Tell them stories of my people! Have sex with them! Short term: Use my connection to my ancestors to be a spiritual guide, or help to bring about spiritual balance somewhere. Long term: Discover truths about the afterlife. Tomb: Sen bu's tomb is a monument not only to him, but to his ancestors. The central chamber is filled with inscriptions and scrolls recording his life - his battles in the desert, his devotion to the gods, his service to the Pharaoh. Two adjoining chambers record the lives of his father and mother, and their ancestors before them. There are artifacts passed down from his family - jewelry, broken weapons from battles long ago, books and scrolls and stone tablets of lore that his ancestors found on their travels. A hidden nook in the central chamber records what is known about any children Sen bu may have sired himself, and prayers that they grow strong and carry his stories while making their own. Sexuality: Bisexual and xenophobic. Sen bu loves meeting new people and learning about their cultures, and engaging with them sexually is often part of that. He has never hesitated to offer his body as payment for a scrap of lore, however fearsome or repugnant his teacher. Ta the Geometer(Sheet Earth Genus Priestess of Imhotep 3Soldier Alignment: Height: 6'2”Weight: 220 lbs. Ability Scores:STR: 16 (+3)DEX: 8 (-1)Con: 14 (+2)Int: 10 (0)Wis: 14 (+2)CIA: 13 (+1)Saving Throws: STR: +3Dex: +0Con: +2Int: +0Wis: +4Cha: +3Passive Wis (Perception): 12Passive Int (Investigation): 10Passive Wis (Insight): 14Proficiencies: Armor (Light, medium, heavy, shields)Weapons (Simple, Martial)History Insight Proficiency Bonus: +2 Skills: Athletics +5History +2Insight +4Intimidation +3Genasi skills:Earth Walk Merge with Stone Channel Divinity: Turn Undead Guided Strike Divine Domains: War Hit points: 28 Languages: Common, Primordial, KemeticSpells: 4/2 Can trips – Light, Resistance, Sacred Flame 1st Level: Guiding Bolt, Healing Word, Shield of Faith Level: Spiritual Weapon, Hold Person AC:16 Class Skills: Bonus attack x 2 /rest Equipment:Forged iron breastplate Bronze flail: 1d8 bludgeoning Elephant-hide shield Steel Warhammer: 1d8 bludgeoning (Versatile)Silver Holy Symbol: Circle enveloping a square compassing a triangle 15gSpell casting: Modifier: +2Spell Attack: +4Save DC: 12Characteristics: Personality Trait: I can stare down a hellhound without flinching is stoic, methodical, and fearless. She has the fortitude of stone, and the blood of Elemental Earth flows through her veins. To be Earth Genus is to be stalwart, unbending, bringing the best of her Day heritage to bear. Ideal: Ideals aren't worth killing over or going to war forty is a pragmatist. She is first and foremost dedicated to her craft. Abstractions are profoundly unimpressive to her: they sound like the nattering of frivolous Air Genus. She lives for what she can feel, hear, and touch. Bond: I would still lay down my life for the people I served with Loyalty is vital. Building projects require trust, coordination, and strong leadership and those are the values that still drive Ta in her journey into the great beyond. Flaw: I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior Those who do not have a craft or skill are unworthy of admiration. The way of stone looks askance at idleness. History:Descended from the accursed line of an exiled tribe of cruel and covetous Day, Ta's natural affinity to Elemental Earth made her a natural choice when the Pharaoh sought master builders and stonemasons to carve her pyramid and fashion the intricate, honeycombed chambers that would house her mortal remains when the time finally came for her to transition into the Dual. Ta is an architect and stone worker of rare skill, and she applies herself both to the planning and the construction process, where her approach is very much hands-on. But she also takes her martial vocation seriously; her talents were much in demand for planning and renovating fortifications, and for shoring up the dams and roads on which the realm's prosperity and security depended. Single-minded dedication to the construction and maintenance of the monumental structures of Atonement drew the attention of the court of Athenians, and she was summoned from her workshop in the sand-blasted City of Pillars to attend directly to the edification of the Pharaoh's pyramid. This Ta did with unwavering dedication: there was marble to cut, sandstone to shape, and granite to fashion with painstaking attention to detail with adamant-edged chisels. The finishing touches she laid herself in torch-lit nights with nothing but her vision and drive to spur the tireless striking of hammer and chisel. By the time the great monument to the undying legacy of Akhenhisis rose to greet the rays of the unconquered sun, Ta knew that it was time to join her sovereign in the afterlife. She, after all, knew the secrets of her mistress's tomb: each chamber, each canal, each passageway. Those were secrets that would accompany her into the next life. Aspirations: In the short term, Ta seeks to explore the Great Wheel and gain a greater understanding of her place in the Planes In the short term, Ta seeks to serve her Pharaoh, for she is forever duty-bound to her calling In the long term, Ta seeks to exercise her vocation of a planar scale, so that the whole Multiverse can admire her talents Appearance:Towering above most baseline humans, her powerful frame forged by years quarrying, shaping, and lifting marble, she is usually motionless when at rest. With skin like polished gray slate, broad jaw, and chiseled features, the casual observer might ask if she might not pass for a statue - a caryatid supporting a heavy pillar in a warrior-goddess's temple. But when she moves, she does so with purpose and power. She carries herself with pride, vaunting the strength and endurance she has forged through labor. Her eyes are smooth, pupil-less, and black like polished obsidian. Tomb: Befitting of an experienced stone worker, Ta's tomb is a tribute to her life's work. Stepping out from the dusty road in the Valley of the Dead, the traveler will first see a basalt awning supported by square pylons adorned with carved hieroglyphics. Thence, she will proceed into a silent atrium, where a garden of luminous stones and iridescent pebbles lies under a granite dome inlaid with copper, electrum, and laps. Light from brass lamps dances, precarious, in the darkness, glinting on stony floor and ornate dome. Beyond the atrium lies the burial chamber, and an alabaster sarcophagus shaped in the likeness of a Day Mira, with rose agate for eyes, and scarlet-veined black marble for skin. Inside lies an Vashti statue in the likeness of Ta, a stone golem, motionless, but imbued with the breath of life. Above, stony buttresses support the vaulted ceiling, and mosaics depicting the art of masonry and architecture speak of the artistic legacy of the woman whose memory is entombed within. Ta's only distraction from her work was her passion for wrestling, a sport in which she won some acclaim, and around the base of the sarcophagus are carved reliefs of famed wrestlers from ages past. Sexuality:Androgynous top (she/her - them/they). Earth Genus culture is non-binary. Ta's sexuality is an amalgam of birth, caste, and social role. (Near Lithe Hotel (#id=1919543)Race: TabaxiClass: Warlock (Celestial)Alignment: Chaotic Good History: Legends of what was, stories of what is, and prophesies of what will be... what do these things have in common? The most interesting moments in history revolve around magic. It is said that arithmetic is the one great truth of the universe, but what if magic was a second absolute? This way of thinking plagued a young woman living in the wastes of the desert. She was determined to learn to harness the mysterious power to further study into the very nature of the mystical arts. Learning from books, and praying to the gods never imparted her with any newfound wisdom. The magic of music never sprang forth from her, and despite her desperate pilgrimages to where magical salines cross and locations of ancient battles, she never erupted in spontaneous awakening. Through her work however she began to find scattered pieces of a puzzle. Over years, she cataloged her findings and looked upon a secret from a forgotten time. It would be dangerous, would almost certainly end in her death, but in possession of a clue to begin a new journey to meet The Sphinx. How poetic that one who could not achieve her goal through traditional knowledge should only find solace with a creature cursed with silence. A lost temple full of trapped rooms and illusions with only riddles to serve as a guide to safety ended in her goal, and a deal. Tasked with a challenge to prove her ideas to the great beast, she made her way to Atonement to begin her research. Quickly proving her worth to the Pharaoh, she began to serve the realm as a court magician, medicine woman, and eventually advisor to the great Kenosis. The journey into the afterlife seemed to be the perfect way to come just one step closer to learning more of the fundamental question "What is magic?" Personality: Bubbly and personable Near bounds from place to place as she chases the wind, believing the weather to be a form of elemental magic to sustain the balance of the natural world. Armed with countless other wild declarations of what she believes constitutes as magic, her eyes never land in the same place twice, and seldom linger for longer than a moment. With so much to learn, she grows very impatient when forced into situations she finds too mundane. Aspirations:Major - Near will continue to learn, hoping to unravel the mysteries of magic Minor - 1. Experiment with sex magic2. Befriend a faerie Tomb: Near's Tomb rises from the ground as a dark spire. Multiple tiers rise up higher into the sky filled with all sorts of curiosities, each room with its own theme and library. Books filled with hasty scribbles range from topics of schools of magic, the occult, sex, weather, art, music, and more fill bookshelves. Traps are notably absent, however an increasingly difficult puzzles related to the room bar entry to the next floor until a lesson is learned. Sexuality: Lesbian Desi (#id=1915535)(whole life has been dedicated to the service Athenians. She remembers little of her childhood, only that she was born to a squalid little village, and that one of the Pharaoh's courtiers saw her talent for dance and brought her back to the palace, where she had the finest instructors in blade, dance, and song. For Desi this was an act of salvation, and she has striven to perfect her personal gifts that she might better serve the living goddess. In recognition of her great skill and talent, Athenians awarded Desi a tassel of golden silk, that remains the dancer's most treasured possession to this day. While not—strictly speaking—a slave, Desi views herself as a work of art for the glory of Athenians, and is artwork not a thing to be owned and admired? It is only right that she follow the Pharaoh into death, alongside all the other fine jewels and statuary. And if the Great Beyond is truly as wondrous as suggested, the transition from this world to the next may be just as wondrous as the transition from squalid village to opulent palace. Tomb:Desi desired a simple tomb, feeling she was not deserving of such finery. However, Athenians's instructions were quite clear - Desi's tomb was to serve as a "fitting pedestal for such a masterpiece." As such, it was intended to be ornate, without distracting from the true work of art - Desi herself. The walls are tastefully decorated with hieroglyphics of graceful dancers and ceremonial duels, while the sarcophagus rests upon a round Dias that might serve as a stage. Indeed, several stone benches rim the chamber, where an audience might gather to watch her spirit dance. Aspirations:In the short term, I'm very interested in exploring Desi's feelings now that she's adrift from her "Goddess". While she tries to present a Stoic facade, internally she is reeling, and she is desperate for guidance. This may be the first time she has been forced to really examine her relationship with the people around her, which veers frighteningly close to "selfishness" in her eyes. That said, I'd also like to see Desi make a friend. I don't know if she's actually had a really close friend up until this point. Over the long term: I'd like to see Desi come to terms with her own individuality, and possibly come to grips with whatever sparked her obsession with Athenians in the first place. She tends to dismiss her personal desires as selfish and wrong, which is probably due to some trauma she's locked away (and which I haven't really figured out yet). Sexuality:Like a lot of things, Desi has tried to push thoughts of her own sexuality aside for a long time. It's something she'll have to discover. She'll probably respond best to someone who is patient, persistent, and compassionate, though. Sorry I was late to the party, gang! I must not have been paying attention to my messages, and didn't realize the IC thread was up! No worries, it happens! Just a thought for rolling dice I'm stealing from another game: would it make sense for everyone to give two rolls for any d20 rolls we make? That way if you have advantage or disadvantage, I can determine the result quickly and tell you what it is instead of having to ask for a second roll? Also, roll for initiative. Sure, easily done. Sure, I can do that. On a related note, I also don't mind the GM just rolling dice for me if doing so would speed things up substantially, like Perception rolls. Not at my computer right now, but initiative: At 2019-06-07 22:12:01, Sen bu (UID: 25346) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 22 (Quote from: Hope Fox on 08-06-2019, 05:13:24On a related note, I also don't mind the GM just rolling dice for me if doing so would speed things up substantially, like Perception rolls. Sounds good, thanks for letting me know! Last game I ran, people weren't down for that, but opinions and feelings do differ. Quote from: Hope Fox on 08-06-2019, 05:13:24On a related note, I also don't mind the GM just rolling dice for me if doing so would speed things up substantially, like Perception rolls. At 2019-06-07 22:12:01, Sen bu (UID: 25346) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 22 (to have little mind for such things, especially in a not IRL setting where die rolls are simulated. About bedtime for me, but quick initiative roll before bed. At 2019-06-07 22:32:46, Death (UID: 61604) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 6 (just for the record, was totally unaware we were going headlong into a combined sending ritual, so may make super minor changes to my intro post. Most specifically just changing the name up top, but minor details may be added to reflect her enacting what can only realistically be described as a curse on herself. Nothing to concern yourselves with, but mostly for my own sanity for continuity reasons. 2019-06-09 11:12:02 At 2019-06-09 11:12:02, Isengard (UID: 10132) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (At 2019-06-09 19:58:04, DHI (UID: 27498) rolls: 2d20 Result: 30 (12, 22. I injured my hand yesterday, so my posts are going to be short for a while. -[Do you want us to post our actions for the first round of combat? Or just the lead-up to the combat? Quote from: DHI on 10-06-2019, 03:02:08I injured my hand yesterday, so my posts are going to be short for a while. -[Well, I've been fighting Vertigo all weekend, so we can suffer together! Quote from: Hope Fox on 10-06-2019, 07:52:04Do you want us to post our actions for the first round of combat? Or just the lead-up to the combat? You can go ahead with your actions for the first round. The way I run combat for Pop is that PCs can act in any order so that people can post when they have time, rather than sit around waiting for a specific person. Right now, two PCs are able to act before your foes get a chance. That may change once we get the last two Initiative rolls, but for now two people can post their actions, and we will see what happens. At 2019-06-11 00:47:40, Desi (UID: 60242) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 14 (Initiative rolled. At 2019-06-11 09:37:17, MDG (UID: 41210) rolls: 1d20m2 Result: 18 (Botched the spell attack roll! With the last two initiatives, two more PCs can act before your enemies get a turn. Will post IC in a little bit. I'm going to post something short, let me get that in first! Well, mine was shorter TDI forget, who was familiar with Plan escape already, and who is new to it? Quote from: The Khan on 12-06-2019, 05:42:40I forget, who was familiar with Plan escape already, and who is new to it? I've played Torment, and I've read the 3E Manual of the Planes, so I know the basics of the Great Wheel cosmology. Does what the fiend is saying match what we know or believe about the afterlife, with our Arcane and Religion skills? I have some incidental exposure to Plan escape concepts, I've browsed some of the basic character creation stuff from the core book. But I've never played in a game or done a true deep dive into the Lore. Very familiar. I might call dibs on the next action. I'm assuming the devil's toting a grieve? In which case Desi is probably in a good position to tie him up so he can't go after our Warlock. Quote from: Hope Fox on 12-06-2019, 05:58:28I've played Torment, and I've read the 3E Manual of the Planes, so I know the basics of the Great Wheel cosmology. Does what the fiend is saying match what we know or believe about the afterlife, with our Arcane and Religion skills?Depends on how learned you are, so you could make a roll to see if you understand what it is saying. The Great Wheel would be fairly esoteric to you though. The First Hour of Night on the other hand would be very familiar since it is part of Emetic mythology, being the first region of Dual that Re's solar barge has to pass through each night. And OCC, both are true. You'll get a chance to bug some NPCs about it after this fight. I'm pretty familiar with Plan escape and attendant lore. I am very new to plan escape. Furthermore, I keep trying to play out my next turn, going, "Okay what are my options?" Then I remember my options are:Smack him again, Smack him with advantage, Smack him twice, Smack him twice with advantage. Been playing casters too long! Now, if only I'd asked them to bury a silvered weapon in my tomb... that'd probably have been a good thing to take to the afterlife. That reminds me, GM, how do you want to handle my familiar? Should I roll initiative for him separately, or should he just act on my initiative? Generally his action will be to Help one of the party with an attack, not necessarily me. Quote from: Hope Fox on 14-06-2019, 01:42:06That reminds me, GM, how do you want to handle my familiar? Should I roll initiative for him separately, or should he just act on my initiative? Generally his action will be to Help one of the party with an attack, not necessarily me. Yeah, he'll just act on your initiative. That makes for less bookkeeping for both of us. Will try to post tonight, but might not get to it. Sorry for the pickup there! RL tossed a curveball, but everything is good now. Time for a new round! Welcome back Khan! I'll drop Desi's con save here. At 2019-06-15 20:15:58, Desi (UID: 60242) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 15 (Ooh, exciting! The damage from the scorpion's pincers is piercing damage, right? Is that before or after resistance? Sen bu and Sent both have resistance to the damage, Sen bu because he's raging and Sent because of Sen bu's Ancestral Protectors ability (which also gave the scorpion disadvantage on its attack against Sent). Since Genera is harrying the fiend (using the Help action), but Sen bu isn't directing him to assist any particular PC, would it be okay to just say that any one player attacking the fiend can claim the advantage on one attack, by putting "I'll use Genera's Help on this attack" in their post? Quote Since Genera is harrying the fiend (using the Help action), but Sen bu isn't directing him to assist any particular PC, would it be okay to just say that any one player attacking the fiend can claim the advantage on one attack, by putting "I'll use Genera's Help on this attack" in their post? If the above is permitted, I'd recommend Ammenekht take the advantage. I'm going to action surge, and fighting spirit will give me advantage on both attacks anyway. Quote from: Hope Fox on 16-06-2019, 03:24:44Ooh, exciting! The damage from the scorpion's pincers is piercing damage, right? Is that before or after resistance? Sen bu and Sent both have resistance to the damage, Sen bu because he's raging and Sent because of Sen bu's Ancestral Protectors ability (which also gave the scorpion disadvantage on its attack against Sent). Technically it's all bludgeoning (squeezing) and I was just being poetic, but sure half damage. At that size, they'd probably need something to pierce in order to grip. QuoteSince Genera is harrying the fiend (using the Help action), but Sen bu isn't directing him to assist any particular PC, would it be okay to just say that any one player attacking the fiend can claim the advantage on one attack, by putting "I'll use Genera's Help on this attack" in their post? Yes, that seems reasonable. Rotten luck once again on the attack rolls! I guess someone had to grab the cursed dice this campaign. Hey, it wasn't me for once! DHI, you made two rolls for the advantage/disadvantage, not for two attacks, right? I don't want to accidentally rob you of the Nat 20 if there was a second attack in there. For advantage/disadvantage, that's right. Cool, thanks! I will update at some point tomorrow. Sorry, life be kicking me butt this weekend, so just a quick update tonight. Of. That’s a rough round. Good luck on that saving throw Sen bu! Ow ow ow! At 2019-06-22 23:15:58, Sen bu (UID: 25346) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 12 (suddenly I'm very glad I made Constitution my highest ability score. This' a good thing! With Whisper patching up wounds, that takes up back to the top of the initiative order. 4 PCs may act. Did Amen succeed in his trip attempt? Quote from: The Khan on 23-06-2019, 17:32:41With Whisper patching up wounds, that takes up back to the top of the initiative order. 4 PCs may act. Yay for fun healers! Love the celestial Warlock, it is super cool to be able to heal two different people in the same turn so early on! Yeah! That was a cool move I wasn’t aware of. Also, here’s hoping Sent Ta Menu can bring that scorpion down this turn! I hope so! Sen bu is much more of a damage sponge than he is a damage dealer. Sorry. DHI gets word of the day for me. I’ve never heard the term hemolytic. Cool! Quote from: DHI on 25-06-2019, 18:18:34Sorry. It's all good! We can handle the scorpion - it's the fiend that's worrying me. On that note, anyone who can do magical damage should probably focus on the fiend, since it seems to be resistant to normal weapons. A few solid magical hits might be all we need! I'm still waiting to hear confirmation of weather or not my Shove to prone worked, I saw no mention of it so I'm inclined to say no, would just like to hear it from our Fearless DM I don't know. I suspect we’ve just been dealing chip damage to the devil. Ammenekht and Desi still have their second winds, so we’re not in huge danger from him (I think). But if all our damage is being halved, we’ve probably only done about 25-ish damage to him. We’re tanking him pretty effectively, especially because he can’t really go after me with all his attacks. I will happily round on him or the scorpion with a little magic support if I'm not too busy keeping health up among the crew. You and Ta are probably the only ones who can actually deal full damage to the devil, so this might be one of those "best defense is a good offense" situations. Sent's weapon attacks deal force damage, when she opts to. Pooh. Right. Also, damn. That's just... an amazing ability. Force is hands down the best damage type. It is. It can't be used with dual wielding, so there's a tradeoff. I like the flavor of a Podunk hunter who is able to engage the strangeness of the planes on her own terms. All the Horizon Walker abilities are neat. Sorry everyone, it's been another week, update should be tomorrow! Quote from: DHI on 27-06-2019, 21:12:06It is. It can't be used with dual wielding, so there's a tradeoff. I like the flavor of a Podunk hunter who is able to engage the strangeness of the planes on her own terms. All the Horizon Walker abilities are neat. And this is exactly the sort of situation where a Horizon Walker Ranger is needed! Striking out into an unknown plane and fighting strange outsiders! Sorry everyone, I've been having some computer issues, but hopefully they are fixed now! Understandable. Life hits hard, and usually around holidays. How are things going now?

Planescape_ The Book of Going Westward OOC|rating:4.0

When you're Evil

Goethe sun rose over the icy moors and glaciers of the northern wastes and announced a brand-new day, even in Fordham, prison to the most wicked of individuals and the foulest enemies of the state. Somehow everyone was feeling particularly vibrant today, specifically some of the prisoners, who had all chosen the same day to escape. To break out and once again reign terror on the six provinces, or perhaps even the world at large if they were feeling particularly ambitious. The day began with a scream that, uncharacteristically, did not emanate from the dungeons... VolpitThe body on the floor trembled a bit, and then it gargled up a bit of blood. Vol pit withdrew the stinger on his tail from the warden's back. The ring of keys jingled, dangling from one of his talons. The warden was the only of the high placed residents in Fordham that didn't have any magical wards about him, so it seemed proper for him to bite the dust first. It was, however, an inconvenience that he was mostly a paperwork kinda guy. His office, where his corpse now lay twitching, was packed with filing cabinets, noticeboards and stacks of paper. There was an inbox and an outbox, but both had flooded long ago, overflowing onto the desk, onto the floor, and into the wastebasket. The most recent in- and outbox papers still had a tendency to float on top though. The inconvenience wasn't that Vol pit had needed to wade through a sea of paperwork to murder this guy (tricky as it was not disturbing the papers while cloaked) but that his function wasn't all that hands on. The keys stolen from the ward would open the cells on the first level, and the cells on the first level only. There was a knock on the door." Sir?" Volpit recognized the voice. It belonged to a particularly surly half-ogre guard." Permission to open the door, sir?" he barked. Errant Slicer His heartbeat sped up again. Along with the return of life to the body came nausea. Slicer doubled over and hurled all over the tiled floor. It wasn't so much the process of speeding up his blood flow again that did this, no, he was used to that kind of tomfoolery, but the smell that filled the room was something else entirely. There were eight corpses piled up in the room that was known among the guards as the "rot room" (officially it was referred to as the mausoleum). Some of the bodies were prisoners that had died of malnutrition and hypothermia, but most had died more violent deaths. The oldest looking corpse had had its heart ripped out. It looked as if the room hadn't been visited by the resident necromancer much lately, but Vol pit had assured Slicer that Felix rarely ever raised all the corpses, only as much as he needed to replace the ones that had broken in some sort of scuffle. Slicer had no trouble believing him. He knew for a fact that much more corpses were produced in Fordham than were currently stacked in the rot room. There were sounds outside the door. Had the necromancer arrived? Vol pit had promised the necromancer would show up today, after losing some skeletons in a poorly thought out escape attempt. Felix. Slicer savored the name. He'd heard it whispered, just outside the massive metal door that separated the mausoleum from the rest of the prison. This meant he wasn't alone. Felix the necromancer was known for being a few spokes short of a ladder, but he wasn't the type to talk to himself. He went into long rants. It was his thing. It was why every single one of the guards in the place hated his guts. Still, they'd defend him with all they got. He was what kept the prison running. He and that other one. This meant there'd be a fight. Slicer was unarmed and except for a loincloth nude. He tensed his muscles as he heard the bolt slide off the door. TeigEvery plan had a snag. He and the couple of former soldiers hanging out in the cell had agreed not to rat out Errant Slicer, so he could attempt to take out the necromancer, or at least escape, that alone would be a victory over the guards. However, they hadn't accounted for who killed the warrior. Slicer had been in the cell a long time, and he wasn't the type for suicide. The huge pool of blood didn't exactly spell out suicide either. So the guards had come looking for the culprit, and the former Anthrax soldiers had unanimously decided Tag killed him. The new guy got the blame for everything, it sort of made sense. The normal punishment for this sort of behavior would be torture, usually until death follows, but some of the guards had remembered Tag from his pit fighting days and had decided to make it a little bit more interesting. They'd cleared their cell, placing the old Anthrax soldiers elsewhere, and had surfaced one of the meanest killers in prison. The guy was a feral psychopath who lived for the fight and had been arrested after a long killing spree. He'd been foaming at the mouth as they dragged him in. The idea here was pretty simply. Two guys enter, one guy leaves. The guards had locked Tag and the psychopath in the cell together and were standing by the sides, cheering. They were placing bets too. MerikhThey'd dragged him out of his cell today. It was the first time in a very long while. While smacking him about with their sticks and boots and belts the guards had explained to him that he was going to have some fun today. A fight to the death with another prisoner who'd been naughty. They'd dragged him off to the cell, tossed him in and slammed the door shut behind him... but not before one of the guards got the chance to slip him a dagger." I've got a lot of money riding on you, so you'd better win this, scum"Merit stood facing Tag. Two men enter, one man leaves. MuckerThe situation was appalling. As agreed Tucker had sped to his secret stash to retrieve all improvised weapons, as well as the bits and pieces the imp had stolen from the guard's barracks, and had then started his rounds to arm the prisoners involved in the massive break-out conspiracy. His first stop had been Matrix, who he'd supplied with a lock pick and a shiv, and his second stop would have been Lord Anthrax, right across. This is where he hit the first snag: Lord Anthrax quite simply wasn't there, as if evaporated into thin air, or escaped ahead of schedule. The kobold had then gone on to the cell holding Slicer, giving him the okay to set his plan into motion, but holding out on weapons for now in case the guards would bother with a thorough search. If the alarm was sounded there would be royal reinforcements at Fordham within the hour and there was no way anyone was going to escape with the royal guard breathing down their necks. Then he'd run into one of the guards he had business arrangements with, and handed him the scrap of paper one of the guards in the lower levels had asked him to deliver. The guard in turn handed the parchment to one of the prisoners in the nearby cell and hid Tucker conveniently as guards passed by with Slicer's "corpse". That's when he hit the second snag. When trying to return to the other cells he had found that a crowd of guards had gathered before Slicer and Tag's cell. They were having some particularly barbaric entertainment and didn't look like they were going to be leaving any time soon. What was worse, they were blocking the only corridor that led further down. Mucker was now stuck in a small piece of hallway containing a single cell (with Norman Louis and Lion), stairs up to the first guard post (these guys were actually thorough and nearly incorruptible, perhaps due to the constant presence of skeletal guards at the juncture) and some toilets. He was stuck here with two huge packs of weapons bearing down on him and with the knowledge that at any moment some guards that weren't on the take or, even worse, skeletal guards could walk by. Another matter of concern was that everyone was sort of counting on him for the big escape and if he ended up back in jail with characters like The Black Hat after having failed them he wouldn't live long. LionThe message had finally reached him, passing through the hands of several guards and that foul smelling kobold that strolled through the halls as if he were a guard and not a prisoner. In code the small scrap of parchment communicated a message from one of Lion's brothers, who were spread throughout the prison. The appropriate markings had all been made, now it was time for Lion to make the final mark, and the ritual would be set into motion. Using an arcane ritual if you have no idea what it does is usually a bad idea, but already one of his brothers had been beaten to death by the guards while another had had his heart eaten out by one of the prisoners. This was not the kind of place you wanted to stick around in for too long. All he needed to make the ritual work now was to ground spleen of a human. He'd been looking for options for a while in his cell, and he'd picked the perfect victim, a certain Darius, but he'd been dragged off by the guards, possibly never to return. Lion suspected it was payback for that one time when Darius swiped one of the bones off a skeletal guard. This left him with two options: Norman Louis, or one of the self proclaimed men of the cloth that they'd stashed in their cell. Norman Louis had only been in the cell for a few days and was therefore considered a fish, easy pickings. In addition to this it was already apparent that he was a self centered git with little interest in social contact with the other prisoners. The monks had been exemplary cellmates, making very little noise, being respectful and sometimes even sharing their rations. Norman Louis Norman was not content in this prison cell. He'd been in solitary for a while as he was still talking to himself like a madman, but now they'd stuck him in with some other prisoners. He was getting quite utterly sick of them and in addition to that his execution was planned for later today. Seeing as most of the guards were distracted by some sort of brutish fight going on in the next cell (which was still quite the distance from Norman's cell and around a corner) this seemed like the perfect occasion to turn into a demon and wreck some havoc. The Black Hattie tended to take longer when you were waiting for something, but this was getting ridiculous. Tucker was quite plainly late. Something had gone wrong. The Black Hat wondered why he didn't anticipate something going wrong in a plan hinging on a kobold. Mucker left some time ago to put things into motion, now that for the first time in a long while things seemed just right, but he was supposed to already have returned from his stash with a weapon of some sort for The Black Hat. All he currently possessed was his little leather strap, and while nice, a professional killer prefers to have some variety at hand. To make matters worse cheers down the hallway made The Black Hat suspect that perhaps Tucker had been caught and was currently being quartered to entertain the guards." Gershwin!" The Black Hat looked round, unfixing his gaze from the dim flickering lights in the hallway." Yes?"" There's something wrong with the tunnel""The tunnel?"" The thing the kobold dug before you decided on this plan. It's hidden beneath one of the bunks, but there've been... noises, sir"There were some crackles from the direction of the bunks." Is it collapsing?" There was a shriek from the direction of the bunks." I don't think so, sir"Matrix camp; WulfInitially the idea had been to free Lord Anthrax from his cell across the hall as soon as Tucker gave Matrix the lock pick. However, the sly bastard was missing, and she felt like having someone watch her back was a good idea, so she snuck on to the next cell, surprisingly several hallways from her own, and freed a tough-looking prisoner: Wolf. They were trying to find their way through the nigh-impossible labyrinth that was this section of level one and ended up in ever darker and darker tunnels. At a certain juncture one of the prisoners spoke to them." Oh, free me, free me, I'll set you free!"he rhymed. Normally they wouldn't have time for this sort of nonsense (especially since a quick gaze through the feeding hatch confirmed that the prisoner was a bony old man with a beard stretching to his knees), but they briefly halted anyway." Quiet" Dietrich said, holding up her hand. There were footsteps, but she wasn't sure where they were coming from, back or front." C'mon now, be just, free me, you must!" The rhyming was getting annoying, and she still couldn't tell where they were coming from, just that there were a lot of them. DariusThis was disgusting even by Lord Darius Nietzsche's standards." Aren't you glad I got you a break from your cell?" A shiver ran across Darius' spine." Get comfortable, why don't you, you must be relieved to get a break from those cold damp dungeons. A handsome man like you stuck down there? I can't imagine the atrocities going on there!" Somehow the purple satin sheets he was sitting on felt less comfortable than the cold stone floor in his cell ever did. Darius' eyes dashed across the room, looking for some sort of escape, but most of the walls were covered in extravagant carpets and banners and the only door was locked, magically and otherwise." I'll pour us a drink, shall I darling?" Somehow Cortex didn't live up to the expectations Darius had had of the arch mage. Granted, he was quite obviously drunk, but it was hard to imagine he'd decorated the room while drunk and never bothered to change it. There were far too many teaches, cute crystal figurines and fluffy bearskin rugs. As Cortex poured some of the red wine he'd gotten as a personal gift from the king into glasses for the two of them a slight breeze showed a window hidden behind one of the carpets. The one that had the unicorn on it." You know,"Cortex said, offering Darius the glass,"usually the filthy loincloths the prisoners wear disgust me, but somehow it works on you"Darius felt a large bulge in his loincloth. It was a bone he'd swiped from one of the undead guards. RexxusHe had his body back. He knew not what magics had facilitated this, but he had his body back, down to the last fleshy limb, and he was free. The massive door to his cell stood open, waiting for him to exit. Little for him to question the situation. Nexus set a few paces and was almost surprised not to hear the loud clashes with every step he'd become used to in his metal prison. The hallway was filled with doors like the one he had just exited from, in various forms and sizes, all shut tight. At the end off the hallway were some stairs up, from which a guard appeared, bearing a halberd." You!" he shouted, "You will not escape!" He braced himself, unwilling to let anyone pass up. The Shark He had his arm back. A friend dearly missed, really. Imagine what kind of prowess he would possess with two arms, if he was already a masterful fighter with one? What was more, the door to his cell stood ajar. There was a note stuck to the door, reading"You're welcome-Dad"Curio user and curio user. Marius exited the cell and ended up in a hallway lined with metal doors, like the one that had so long imprisoned him. All were shut tight. At the end off the hallway were some stairs up, from which a guard appeared, bearing a halberd." You!" he shouted, "You will not escape!" He braced himself, unwilling to let anyone pass up. Zara Baseball of the sudden, without any explanation, reason or cause, the door to Zara's cell swung open. Beyond it two little men, inches high at the most, waited. They were bright and flickery, all made out of fire." Look Zara, we got you out!"one of them squealed happily." Aren't we the best Zara, aren't we?"said the other, almost dancing with joy." C'mon now, Zara, don't you want to go outside and play?" They giggled." Follow us, Zara, follow us!" The two little joyful fellows ran off, and Zara followed them out. There was a hallway beyond the door, lined with doors. At the very end were the stairs up, and up these the little men climbed, helping each other mount every step, surprisingly rapid for their size. That's how Zara knew her little friends though, always much faster than anyone would ever think. As she approached the stairs, a man in guard's uniform appeared, carrying a halberd." You!" he shouted, "You will not escape!" He braced himself, unwilling to let anyone pass up. Lord Guggenheim the Seventh It was that time of the week again. Or, well, in fact they were late this week. Sort of inconvenient since there were rumors of escape and the last place one wanted to be tied down in such a case would be the torture room. It was such a bother, really, those weekly sessions. In the beginning it had been all sorts of horror, and even now, on Guggenheim's weary old body, they managed to create a heck of a lot of pain, but the fear was just sort of gone. You got used to it. Perhaps when the young king ordered to have the evil lord Anthrax tortured frequently so he didn't get too comfortable, he should have added "once a month". Were the little trips monthly affairs, then surely he wouldn't have gotten used to them by now. The door opened, and a flaky youth entered, wearing a long coat to absorb the blood splashed and two crimson gloves that had once been brown. Lord Guggenheim was sort of surprised. He was used to getting his weekly torture from George, and this was a new face." George died" the rookie explained. Well, well, it only showed Guggenheim was truly getting old. He was starting to outlive his torturers." A heart attack" the kid continued, "Uhm-they hired me to take his place"He looked about the place nervously, finally finding the piece of equipment he was looking for." They told me-uhm- your nails would have grown back by now, so I thought I might pull them all out again? You know, to get started... And then maybe I'll put your fingers in the vice a bit? Did George ever do that? Uhm..." He wiped some sweat off his forehead, almost cutting himself with the mean pair of pliers he was holding. He was clearly very new at this. Marius the Shark Looking down at his hands, his TWO hands, Marius felt better than he had in years. He flexed his right hand, then his left. His left arm was strong, which was odd, but it was not as powerful as his well honed right. He would need to work on that. Marius ignored the guard, though he made sure to not let too much of his attention drift from the man, he strode over to the metal doors and peered inside, getting a good look at the inmates inside. Yes, I suppose they would, would they not? George did that. Oh, did he ever... You know, George was very wary of me... Rather scared fellow, was he not? I think he carried a childhood trauma into the room with him... Yes, that must be it, must it not? Go on, pull 'em out. One by one, like George used to do. It doesn't hurt anyway... You see, young lad, I'll let you in on a little secret the court medics taught me... You see, friend, patients that are in pain are tied down, very much like I am right now, because that way the tensed body obstructs the blood flow, it doesn't hurt much that way... George was a fool...all his life thinking he was giving me pain...such a waste, old George... Anyway, go on and pull 'em, then you can go drinking with the half breeds, can you not? Zara LasairZara stops a little ways back from the guard." But I'm not trying to escape. All I want is to follow my friends,"she says, smiling sweetly. Nexus Myrmidon dull thump echoed somewhere in his head. He could hear a quiet, rhythmic rushing of air nearby. He felt... chilled. Wait. He "felt?" Looking down, Warrior King Nexus began to slowly realize what had happened. That dull thump was the sound of the blood pumping through his chest. The rush of air was his own involuntary breaths. And he was cold. Cold. He could barely remember what it was like to feel cold. He had all but forgotten what it was to feel. The darkness of his cell had been all he'd known for an eternity. But now, he was... free. Free. Free free free. His beating heart swelled in excitement. FREE! FREE FREE FREEFREEFREEFREEFREEFREEFREEEEE!" Freedom..." he whispered quietly to himself. The shouting guard and other doors faded to naught in the wake of this revelation. This was another chance at fulfilling his ambition as he'd wanted to. The guard with the halberd finally grabbed his attention. Nothing else had any meaning to him. If he wanted to get out, he figured he'd need a weapon."FREEDOM!" he cried, charging the nervous-looking patsy without remorse. His body felt strong, as it had been in life. His muscles coiled, and his joints glided like he'd never suffered an injury in his life. His mind sharpened, and the world slowed down, his battle-hardened focus coming back to him like an old lover even after more than a century in the dark. He felt alive again. Errant Slicer Slicer moved to one of the more decomposed bodies. He ripped away the remnants of the rotten flesh to get himself a bone, working as fast as he could, before his visitor would arrive. He broke his prize in two, making an improvised weapon for himself. Slicer tested the bone's sharpness on his own wrist, producing a small amount of blood. Some of it, he smeared across the top of the door and willed it into a single pool. At his command, it would drop on the head of the person entering the room, and he could move it to the opponent's eyes. That is, if he timed the drop right, because otherwise it would just splash on the ground and be pretty much useless. The rest of the blood remained in his hand and on the tip of the bone piece, to be used in the fight, according to the situation. As the steps of the necromancer became heard, Slicer felt cold, recognizing that the necromancer had companions with him. The whole plan was insanely risky, without this additional complication. Before he spent more than a decade in this place, he never would have considered something so foolish. Unfortunately sitting it out, didn't seem like an option. The necromancer was the key and as long as he lived, Slicer doubted the escape attempt would succeed. And Slicer had to escape. He was too close to madness now. It would consume him, unless he escaped. Slicer knew that he needed to focus on something other than the risks of the plan. There was something good in this insane escape attempt. He had a sharp weapon in his hand. Something that could pierce, cut, rupture the veins, let the blood flow. He couldn't indulge himself in his cell, not in the same way. This needed to be a quick kill, he couldn't afford the usual games. But the blood was about to be spilled, and the thought set him on fire. The necromancer wouldn't be fooled by his death act. So he'd wait at the door and strike the second dark wizard entered. And if it wasn't him, then it would be someone with a weapon. The bone was enough to kill someone in a surprise attack. A real weapon in his hand and his blood tricks might be enough to carry him alive through this. It is good that Felix rants so much. Not only it was a good warning, whoever is with him would be listening intently, pretending to give a damn, and certainly not looking around. VolpitVolpit recognised that dullard's voice from anywhere. Obviously the creature was one of the more dangerous guards in the prison, but he was also one of the least intellectually inclined. Even so, Vol pit doubted that he could fool this guard by attempting to imitate the Warden's voice. Still, it couldn't hurt to befuddle the dolt a bit before making him suffer his Master's fate. He attempted his best impression of the Warden's voice, cleaning off his stinger to make sure he did not drip about when he took a nice killing position." No, you may not! Your stench could cause a walking corpse to gag, and your face forces me to consider your conception. I will not have another nightmare of your parentage! Begone!" Satisfied with his response, Vol pit hovered as high as he could near the door-frame, waiting for the creature to enter, so that he could drive his stinger deep into its throat (and perhaps burn it a bit just to be sure). He willed himself to become invisible, and tried very hard to keep himself from chuckling in excitement. The keys remained cloaked in his hands, clasped in such a way that prevented their jingling. He was certain that he would get the drop on this brute. WulfWulf had given Matrix a broad, hungry smile when she approached his cell and opened it, freeing him from heavy steel chains with links thicker than his wrists. It was an expression that never quite touched his eyes. Still, he was content enough to help her free the old man - for now. His eyes darted this way and that, and he sniffed the air like a hunting hound, trying to catch the faint, dry bone-dust scent of an approaching skeleton, or the heavier, living odors of a human - or, at least, humanoid guard. He glanced at his erstwhile companion, nodding his head towards the door." You going to open that thing, or do you need me to tear it down? I don't want to be heard when our break is discovered. It's been too long since I've savored the pleasures of freedom, and I'll be damned if I'm going back in that cell." Darius Darius swelled the wine around in his glass, considering his options. It was unlikely he'd be able to escape easily, but perhaps with a few more drinks he would be able to gain some advantage against the mage." Why thank you, and may I say how wonderfully your attire brings out your naturally charm." Darius smiles his most charming smile, then slides a finger down the front of Cortex's chest"Although I fear it hides your more natural beauty." Rising carefully from the bed, Darius places the wine down and moves to walk around behind the mage, stroking him playfully as he does so. Just as he slides in around behind the mage Darius behinds to undo Cortex's robes/shirt as playfully and passionately as possible. Then as he pulls the robes/shirt down he stops just on the biceps, playfully trapping the mages arms. Leaning in close Darius whispers into Cortex's left ear"You have a beautiful neck"while at the same time stabbing the bone shiv down hard into Cortex's throat with his right hand. Norman Louis In the blink of an eye Norman transformed into a horned, red skinned, winged beast, with stereotypical tail, fangs and pitchfork. He began looking for any way to escape, and Gods help anyone who got in his way. He looked, of course, for any escape route. Any at all. Maybe he had to fly his way out, he didn't care. Tucker darts back and forth, almost panicking, looking for a way out...... And stops, cold, in front of the cell with Lion and Louis. He blinks at the huge, angry looking fiendish thing. It looks angry. Hokay, wee can use this. Quick, too quick to think about it, Tucker snaps out a lock pick, opens the cell door's lock with a flick of his wrist, and backs up five paces, assuming a cowering position, the two large bags of weapons on his back jangling and incidentally, providing him a small barrier against horrible demonic claws. The way is open for the hideous creature that he just freed to go either way down the passage... Tag stood in a crouch, watching his opponent through narrowed eyes. He flexed his hands and rolled his neck, loosening himself up for combat. He shot a glance at the guards cheering and sneered at them. Idiots! Weak, pathetic wretches who look for glory but can't get it themselves. He gave flicked back to Merit... Come on then! He snarled and rushed the other inmate and feigned a punch at his opponents head, to be followed by a savage blow to the ribs, hoping to break something and finish the fight quickly. The Black Hattie blond lad heaved a sigh and wheeled on the speaking guard." Tell me everything you know about this tunnel - where does it go, how wide is it, and what could possibly be crawling up from there." He walked a few paces around the cell, trying to get his blood flowing, then shot a glance down the hallway." Hopefully they'll be too distracted by their blood sport to notice whatever happens next. Give 'em hell, Tucker,"he muttered under his breath, gripping the leather strap tight in his fist. He shook his head to stem his rambling, then turned to the soldiers." What are you waiting for?"he whispered." Go investigate. Because Tucker - the Dark Lady take him - isn't here to be blamed, so that just leaves you." He offered a small, almost sweet, smile. Matrix VeshkFreedom brought a wicked smile to her lips as she stalked down through the prison like a hunting cat, keeping low and quiet, ever aware and listening intently for the sounds of guards or the like. Something was coming. The brute could handle it. Go. Kill. She told Wolf in rough, heavily accented common, I open this. Crouching down by the cell, Matrix set about it with her picks... working with precision and skill.Spoiler Hide Sorry it took me so long to notice this, and I'm a smudge confused. Is the old man Anthrax, or just some lunatic? "Pawn to F4. ... I'm still not content we have to do this"the deity protested." Oh, please"the demon bellowed,"You've only got yourself to blame for this. You dropped the ball my old friend, dropped it badly. Bishop to E3""Still, I don't enjoy playing with you""Those are the rules, Trip, you know it as well as I""Oh, I know, and I stand by them, but you always try to cheat!" The demon snickered." And you always catch me cheating""Yes, but I'm afraid some day I won't. Pawn to D6""No cheating this game, I promise"the demon said, smiling sweetly. The deity laughed." As you always do! I'm pretty sure you're cheating as we speak!"" Big words, but can you back them up with proof?"" Hmmmm, not for now, but this whole prison break just reeks of tomfoolery. I still can't figure out how you're doing it!"" My King will skip this turn"Lord GigglenheumThe kid was already fiddling on the leather straps holding Guggenheim in place when he came to his senses." You were trying to trick me!" he shouted in his shrill voice, "They warned me you'd do this!" Gigglenheum smiled innocently." Oh no, mister, no you don't! Not with me!" The kid bit his fist and turned his back to Guggenheim, but the lord could still hear him mumbling "Oh god I'd almost let him free"He quickly swiveled on his feet and turned toward Guggenheim again." You stay here!" he shouted, and then he dropped the pliers and backed up towards the door, "I'm going to take a break"He then exited resolutely and bolted the door behind him. Errant Slicer The Blood Knight let some more of the crimson liquid flow with his new weapons and instantly felt faint. To produce the pool of blood by his "corpse" he'd already lost a lot of blood, and losing much more seemed like a bad idea. He stopped when he'd created a small amount and willed to the ledge above the door, where it would lay in wait to ambush any unwanted visitors. Slicer flattened himself against the wall by the door just in time: it opened and a face appeared. It belonged to a guard, but his name soon became irrelevant as the blood poured into his eyes and the two bone shanks dug into his neck. There was a brief hail before the shanks cut through his vocal cords."Oh, ****" the second guard exclaimed. Errant Slicer was a bit surprised. He'd expected the one cohort, but not the second. Consequently, he had no time to grab the dead guard's sword as he fell face forward into the mausoleum. The second guard backed up, drawing his own weapon. At the very end of the hallway Slicer could see a man in black garbs slipping into a door. Teig camp; MerikhTeig rushed Merit, distracted him, and then slammed him in the ribs with his knee, doubling over the psychopath. He heard something snapped and grinned. It seemed like this fight was going to be over soon and the killer wasn't putting up much of a fight. Merikh crumbled into a heap and spit up some blood. Now Tag could see the dagger in his hand. Deitrix camp; Twelfth door quickly gave a click." Oh, thank you! This day you will not rue!"the old man proclaimed, never ceasing his rhyming babbling. At this point it was useless to shut him up since the footsteps had reached the hallway they were in. Since Wolf possessed no special olfactory abilities, he had until now been unable to make out that it concerned skeletons, and not humans. Another surprise was that it concerned two regiments of them, and not one. One regiment approached from each end of the hallway, and it seemed the inmates had nowhere to run except the raggedy old man's cell. The Black Hat"You know as much about the tunnel as me, sir. The kobold built it in an attempt to escape, but he hit some walls and was forced to dig down. Then, when the tunnel began to flood, he abandoned the effort and instead started working on the new plan"He paused, and then whispered "You know, the one that's being executed now!"" What are you waiting for?" The Black Hat whispered back." Go investigate. Because Tucker - the Dark Lady take him - isn't here to be blamed, so that just leaves you." The soldier nodded and started moving one of the bunk with his mates, whensomethingcrawled out from under it. It was an overgrown crab, about as big as a dog. It angrily clicked its pincers and took a snap at one of the guard's legs. Mucker, Lion camp; Norman Louisa soon as Norman transformed, the three monks shouted out in horror." By the flame!" one of them exclaimed, "A demon!"" Stand back, foul beast!" another joined in. The third wasted little time on words and threw a bolt of flame at the demon's face. Norman howled in pain. Normally he had something approaching contractual immunity from fire, but somehow these little men managed to make it hurt a lot. In fact, their mere presence seemed to drain his strength. This, of course, explained why the imp had not frequented this cell to make these men a part of his conspiracy. Tucker wondered if it was still a good idea to open up the cell containing one angry demon, three even angrier monks of the flame, and a single innocent bystander. RexxusLike the true warrior he was Nexus charged the guard, and the guard followed suit. Nexus grabbed the halberd he was charging with by the sharp end and tossed the guard over him with the strength of his own charge. The guard clashed into a wall as Nexus took a better hold of his new weapon." You - won't escape" the guard said, still on the floor but already drawing a blade. MariusMarius peered in through one of the hatches meant for delivering food. Inside the cell he could spot a prisoner, but except for some outlines he was invisible in the darkness." You!" the guard repeated, "You will not escape!" Marius ignored him and moved on to the next cell, where he was faced with the same problem: again the darkness in the room obscured the occupant. Suddenly Marius became aware of the guard rushing at him with the halberd." You will not escape!" the guard yelled desperately. Zara"But I'm not trying to escape. All I want is to follow my friends""You WON'T escape" the guard growled, preparing his halberd. Volpit"No, you may not! Your stench could cause a walking corpse to gag, and your face forces me to consider your conception. I will not have another nightmare of your parentage! Begone!"" Whu-?" There was a pause until the brute finally realized what had happened." Not even my boss talks to me that way!" The door smashed open and the half-ogre stormed in. Vol pit's tail shot out but the half-ogre grabbed it. He slung him into a filing by his tail, causing a shower of paperwork. Even a half-ogre has a lucky day sometime." What's all this then?" he said, somewhat confused. Then, for good measure, he slammed Vol pit onto the desk. DariusDarius brought the shiv down on Cortex's neck as hard as he could. To his surprise it shattered, about an inch from Cortex's neck, as if an invisible force field was protecting the area. Strangely he had not been confronted with the same problem when stroking Cortex over his chest. The mage turned around to face him." Oh, so you like to play it rough, do you?" Cortex's arm swung round rapidly, and before Darius could dodge he was hit in the face by Cortex's fist. Instead of feeling a bony old man's knuckles though, he felt the same immovable, invisible wall that had stopped his earlier blow. Darius was knocked back, luckily landing softly on the satin sheets of the bed." So do I"The arch mage giggled. Tucker weighs the odds, and sees that none of the group in the cell seems to have noticed him doing his lock-picker and prostrating. He also sees that the demon is outnumbered three to one by priests who can throw fire. Hwell, hi gave seem a chant to escape, an didn ten get. Ho well. It is the nature of kobolds to seek the side with the greatest odds. And frankly, Tucker needed SOME backup to get through the guards, so that the rest of the plan could proceed. If the demon couldn't or wouldn't act, then maybe these fire dudes would work." Feer knot wholly men! Hi call help BYU de feet de mon!" Mucker opens the cell door and pretends to stab the demon's leg. He whispers as he does so... Using his roguery skills to pitch his voice to the demon's ear alone." Com hon! Get out de door! Flee LEFT, weekly!" Errant Slicer The faint feeling in Slicer's head, after losing that much blood, almost made him pause before the second guard, but the exhilaration of murdering the guard gave him energy to move away. Fortunately he didn't let go of his improvised weapons. The necromancer slipped away. He half expected things to go badly, but it still made him angry. Slicer feared the undead. That was one of the reasons he wanted the necromancer dead. The situation remained the same - Slicer's superior skill and improvised weapons against the guard's healthy body and a proper weapon. The only way to kill was to have an advantage of surprise. A bluff then. Another trick from a time long ago. The Slicer's eyes filled with blood, and he screamed ''Get out of my head! Damn you mage!'' He flailed around with one hand and moved another, as if to wipe the blood from his eyes. If the bluff worked, the guard would believe him blind and vulnerable. He'd move to finish it quickly with a single blow. The Slicer, neither blind nor vulnerable, would dodge the blow and finish him. His body could take a hit, if things didn't go as smoothly as he hoped. One wound for one measly kill. A very unfair exchange. Marius the Sharks the frightened guard charged him Marius turned contemptuously toward him. With a speed beyond human means, let alone one who had been in a prison cell nearly unmoving for gods know how many hours, he slid to the side and grabbed the haft of the Halberd and twisted it aside, and grabbed the guard by the neck. He slammed him into the wall and spoke in a low, dangerous voice."Who's in these cells, and do you have the key?" As he spoke, Marius was very careful to let his fangs be easily seen by the terrified guard. Zara Laser"You're making me mad. You won't like it if I'm mad. Let. Me. See. My. Friends." Zara's voice is no longer her normal friendly, girlish tone. If for some strange reason the guard moves, she will thank him and walk past. If not, she gestures as if to throw the guard aside, and a wall of flames envelops him. She then skips through and chases the fire elementals up the stairs. With a triumphant laugh Nexus swings his halberd in a flourish, taking up his favored pole-arm stance. He wields it in order to maximize his leverage and control, readying for his next attack." Escape will be only the beginning, knave. Thou shalt be the first of many to die by the hand of Nexus Myrmidon! I will stain these walls with thine blood!" Rexxus begins the Eight-Headed Snake maneuver, whipping the halberd's piercing tip and blade into a gale of deadly metal. Attacks fall upon the guard from seemingly every angle, the weapon in Nexus' hands a blur. Dolittle brute had gotten lucky, and Vol pit's diminutive frame was tossed about like a rag doll. However, he had surprising residence for his size, and what might have killed a mortal man merely left him dazed. He coughed up some black blood for good measure, just to clear up the internal bleeding in the organs. You always had to make sure to take care of your organs." Ouchies." Vol pit croaked, his large, toothy grin growing even bigger, his sharp ivory teeth stained sable with his own blood. He extended a finger, placing it on the nearest part of his captor he could reach. His vision might have been blurry from the pain and internal bleeding, but the massive creature was hard to miss." I am afraid that this was your last day on the job. I am unsatisfied with your performance. You're...dare I say it...fired!" he cackled madly as he channeled hellfire through his body, into his finger, unleashing its unholy fury upon the entire form of the half-ogre. Take grinned at the sight of his opponent falling to the floor. The grin vanished when he saw the knife in Merit's hand. Someone armed him! Who? Slowly, the grin came back across his bearded face. A weapon!he thought, revenge! Quickly he raised a foot to stamp on Merit's back and finish the job. Die you f***he snarled Then I'll take your knife and use it on the guards! As soon as the door was shut, he (whose name, for two decades now, has been LORD ANTHRAX) started shuffling in his place. He fought against the straps, hoping that the kid had loosened them, if only just a little. If that did (or did not) work, he planned to reach for the pliers. One never fully knows what might be of use to him later on, does he not? Matrix VeshkSizing up her chances, she eyed the two bands of skeletons... Her knife would far poorly against them. She flitted her gaze about to look for a more suitable weapon, improvised or not. A simple pry bar or even a heavy bit of chain would suffice. A plan formed in her mind. She waited until the skeletons drew near. Go. Have fun. Dietrix said with a sadist's smile as she shoved the old fool towards the skeletons coming from one direction. Turning quickly to the other, she darted towards Wolf, leaping from the ground to his broad shoulders with impressive balance and ability... and then leaping clear off of him, hoping to clear the mob or perhaps make it to a rafter or the like up above. If Dietrich makes her jump Spoiler Hide She landed like a panther on the other side of the small unit of undead, and without even riding from a crouch, swept her leg out into the ones directly behind her, attempting to sweep them from their feet and acquire a good, blunt weapon. (If she didn't get one already) With the undead now flanked, she lunged into them with glee, smashing skulls and spines with a malicious grin. If Matrix falls short Spoiler Hide Matrix muttered a soft curse as she realized the ranks of the undead were too deep. Still, fighting through one mob of them was better than two. She landed atop the nearest skeleton she could with both feet, tucking her body into a sharp roll and attempting to bowl through at least one other before she rose, picking up an errant femur that her first victim had been kind enough to discard as she did, and licking her lips, began smashing everything in sight. She hoped the man she's escaped with moved in quickly to support her, as being encircled by foes made it difficult for her to use her agility to it's fullest, and she was in dire danger of being overrun. IOC: Open to change by the DM, of course... but that's the plan. Lolita ray of hellfire poured over the ogre like hell's fury itself when Vol pit suddenly, as the tide was turning in his favor, popped out of existence. He was rematerialized in a fiery pit smelling distinctly of sulfur. A wave of homesickness washed over the imp. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it up until now." Volpit, was it? Ah yes, I've got your file right here"Sitting across a desk from Vol pit was a demon wearing a tie and some half-moon spectacles. He was staring down at a rather thick file." Not exactly an exemplary worker, are you? Skits. Oh, and what's this, I see Blood moon's approaching. You don't have much time left to gather all those souls, do you? How many did you need to get? Ten thousand? Hmm mm, and how many did you already gather? 73? Wow, for twenty-five years of work that must be the poorest number I've ever seen! My granny could get that amount in a week!" The clerk buried the file in the desk again." You must be wondering why I called you here. Let's cut to the chase, The Forces That Be are having a little game, and you happen to be caught right in the middle. If you do us a little favor, we'd be willing to extend your deadline by a month. Look at it as a month extra to enjoy the sweet life for all I care, because personally I don't think you're ever getting ten thousand souls at the rate you're going. So, are you interested?" Lord GigglenheumA thin old man, hardly worthy of the title Lord Anthrax, struggled to free himself from his bindings in a ghastly torture chamber. He finally managed to loosen his right foot enough to lower it to the floor and pluck up the pair of pliers, which he then clenched twixt his knees and with a toss landed on his chest, then moving it to his hand via his mouth. He now possessed a slightly loosened right foot and a pair of pliers. The flaky young torturer would probably soon recover from his first confrontation with the evil old man and return. Guggenheim wondered what his plan of action should be, and if he needed any further preparations. Errant Slicer The guard was smarter than he looked, Slicer had to give him credit for that, as he ignored the ruse. He simply stormed forward, blade ready to pierce. However, his combat capabilities were less than Slicer had counter on. He easily sidestepped the guard and sunk one of the shanks in the side of his neck. The guard too dropped to floor, gargling. Footsteps echoed off the stairs for a moment, and then silence came, as both the gargling and the echoes halted. Slicer was alone... for now. Teig camp; Meriwether pit fighter slammed Merit back to the ground with a well-aimed kick. However, he was rewarded for his efforts with pain only. Swiftly the killer had stung Tag in his calf with the dagger, digging it in deep. Deitrix camp; MuckerWaiting one turn for other players to post, otherwise I'll deal with it. RexxusRexxus attacked the guard with one of his (in ancient days) infamous maneuvers, and thereby made short work of him. The guard was soon reduced to a pile of rather bloody loose limbs. MariusMarius slammed the guard into the wall, holding him by the neck."Who's in these cells, and do you have the key?""They-must not escape!" the guard said, seemingly puzzled. He then stuck his blade in Marius side with all the strength he could muster (which wasn't very much, but still enough to do some damage)." Youmust not escape"Zara Lafayette guard squealed as he was swallowed by the flames. His last words were something or the other about escaping. The fire quickly ended, leaving nothing but a blade and the tip of an otherwise very damaged halberd. Zara LasairZara hurries up the stairs, looking for the two little flame creatures who had released her. Marius the Shark Marius snarled a hateful oath as the blade is driven into his side. He wrenches the half of the halberd with all the strength in his arm, and begins to drain the guards' life with his very touch. This is not enough for him however, and quick as an adder he buries his fangs in the guards' throat, draining the blood from his body to heal his wounds and give vigor to his limbs. When the guard is drained Marius searches his body for something like a key to the cells. Lord Anthrax, ever the tactician, attempts to cut his straps with the pliers, dull as they may be. However, as soon as the door starts looking like it's about to open, he twists his fingers in such a way that hides the pliers behind the back of his hand. Meanwhile, he puts his leg rigid as before and even tries to kick the straps so that it looks like it's still trapped. Time for the old one-two, is it not? With the guard safely dismembered and searched for any kind of key, Nexus begins quietly sneaking along the passage and listening and knocking at the doors to the other cells to determine whether anyone else has been locked in the cells. Should he find a key on the guard, he plans to find a follower or two among anyone else who might be in the cells. As he is doing that, he passes the room he emerged from, and Nexus suddenly has an idea. He takes a detour inside to see if he can discover what became of his metal body. Perhaps if he could find some sign of it, he could discover what magics had caused his degeneration into a human. He pauses slightly as he goes over what he'd just thought.' Degeneration?' Had he grown so used to his iron body he'd thought of it as an improvement? Or was it in fact truly superior, and his delight in his newfound senses just the nostalgia taking over? He isn't entirely sure, but does not let that stop him from continuing inside to search for the iron statue that used to be his soul's housing. Darius Wiping the blood from his mouth Darius smiles up at the Arch mage." Oh, I live for playing rough." With that Darius grabs one of the satin sheets and hurls himself toward the Arch mage, slowly at the last minute to drape the old man with the sheets. Given the chance, Darius will attempt run around the old man, entangling him with the sheets. Hospital, it was good to be back. Aside from the fact that in spite of hisstellarpast record, one little screw up managed to make him fall from "grace". Hell was quite nice except for the fact that it was filled with people who hated him and would be quite happy to see him die. How he missed the smell of brimstone and the screams of the damned... Although hedidfeel embarrassed about being grilled about his poor progress thus far. And a bit terrified. But mostly embarrassed. He conjured up a cigar and lit it with his thumb, blowing out a plume. He tried his best to act nonchalant." Erm, sure, yeah, what does the Big Boss want me to do? I'm completely sure that an extra month will be more than enough time for me to get the rest of those nine-thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven. Just tell me what I have to do." he sputtered slightly, gaining confidence as he went along. He wasn't going to be afraid of some blasted paper pusher!" I have just been testing the waters. I got a fool-proof plan that will damn more than my share! In fact, that extra month is probably not even necessary! ... Not that I won't take it! I'll just use it to get some extra capital for the Big Boss, he'll appreciate that, I'm sure..." he said deviously, certain that if he overshot his mark, he would actually be in a position to make a bargain for certain...benefits. WulfWulf snarled, though his eyes flicked over the athletic young woman with a hungry fire therein. He gave her a predator's grin - getting a running start, he dashed sideways and up along the wall, moving swiftly for a few feet before coming down amidst the skeletons - he stumbled a bit, growling and cursing. He felt a tremble in his muscles. Supernatural his strength might be, but all the same he felt weak as a newborn kitten - at least, relatively. He began laying about with his fists, clearing a way through the skeletal throng to join Matrix, seeking a way out - no point in fighting. There was no joy and no profit in killing that which was already dead. Errant Slicer Slicer breathed heavily and moved to reabsorb the blood he expended. He needed to move, before the necromancer set his servants on him. It would be futile to try and catch the fleeing mage - not enough strength for that and Slicer didn't know the prison layout well enough to make a pursuit. Still, what now? He could either try to flee, using other prisoner's escape attempt as a distraction, or he could stay and help them. Not out of altruistic motive of course. The more of prisoners managed to escape, the harder it would be for the pursuers to catch them all afterward. But was it worth the risk? Slicer finished reabsorbing the blood and touched the cooling pool of the red liquid that spilled out of the guard. It was dead, unmoving. Slicer felt a pang of sadness and regret. Why didn't it move? Why wouldn't it flow as freely as his own blood? This sentimental feeling costed him a couple of seconds, and he truly had none to spare. Slicer took the guard's weapon and quickly searched for anything useful, like keys and coin in his purse. A piece of armor would be useful as fell, granted he could put it on fast enough. If not, better to remain unarmored, but with no weight to slow him down. Flee or fight? Go to the prison gates or go back to help Tag? In the end Slicer decided to check things out with Tag. Just as long as there were no undead between them. He could fight them, the undead abominations moved slowly and without skill. But he really didn't want to. If the necromancer set a group of undead, that Slicer couldn't dispatch in a few masterful strokes, then Tag and the rest could rot here for all he cared. The Black Hattie blond sighed and made a brief mental note to tell Tucker off next time they crossed paths. While he had worked for a crab fisherman once before (it had made for cheap, covert passage and the pay was respectable), he'd never had to put down a crab without applying a long, sharp object to its ventral nerve, and certainly not an unrestrained one. As the crab lunged at one Anthrax soldier, The Black Hat dexterously sprung to the top bunk closest to the creature. Peeling off his thick leather greatcoat, he folded it over twice and gripped it tightly in his fists. He released it, aiming for the crab's eyes and claws in hopes of tangling it up for at least a few seconds. Then he dropped from above, driving into the creature with all one hundred and seventy pounds of his weight. Once back on solid ground, he fumbled beneath the coat for the crab's eye stalks, in hopes of ripping them clean off. Norman howled in pain. Normally he had something approaching contractual immunity from fire, but somehow these little men managed to make it hurt a lot. In fact, their mere presence seemed to drain his strength. This, of course, explained why the imp had not frequented this cell to make these men a part of his conspiracy. Tucker wondered if it was still a good idea to open up the cell containing one angry demon, three even angrier monks of the flame, and a single innocent bystander. Norman The demon got ready to charge. . . He forced his way past the monks, cutting them with his wings as he soared past them. Making a run for it, he hoped that he could escape them. In mere moments, was on all fours, scurrying like an animal, in a bestial looking display of speed, he was actually faster from the monks in running this way. Fire, that hurts me. . ? Why? How? He wondered. Perhaps it was damned clerical magic. "After de mon!" Yells Tucker, leading the charge... And hiding his grin. The demon thing will run straight into the guards watching the cell fight, and cause one hell of a distraction. Easy enough to slip through, at that point. Shouldering his two heavy bags, Tucker lets his pace slow down a tad. No sense in actually catching up to the damned thing. Tag snarls as Merit's dagger slices his calf and pivots on one foot, lifting his damaged leg out go the way. Continuing the movement he twirls and drops, slamming his elbow into the back of Merit's head, hoping to crack his skill and force the man's face into the dirt, suffocating him. His other hand reaches for the dagger, hoping to twist it out of his opponents hand in the scuffle and conceal it from the guards...enabling him to use it on them when they let him out for the cell. Darius Darius draped the sheets over the arch mage and slowly entangled him in them. Cortex swore something in the most foreign of languages as he vainly struggled with the fabric. This is when a small pyramid, seemingly one of many trinkets in the mage's lodging, started speaking." Mayday, mayday! Your claims of containing the country's most dangerous men with a thought rather than ten extra pounds of chain each seem to have been hubris, you old coot! Maybe you should have spent that funding on some unpickable locks or more magical crystals instead of more of those crystal figurines and Curtain carpets of yours!" "Dammit, Cortex, are you there? There is a prison break in progress! One of those pissant snuck into the mausoleum and thought I wouldn't notice, but he's slaughtering the guards in some of the secure tower levels all the same! Meanwhile, I've got at least two brigades engaged in combat on level one and guards and prisoners are being snuffed out like candles on a rainy day! Get your goddamned apprentices down there to bring the situation under control because I have a nasty feeling my skeleton army alone won't cut it. Meanwhile, I'm sending out a squad to the contact tower. Let's see how those prisoners feel about escaping when the Royal Army's bearing down on them, eh?" "... Cortex? Cortex answer me! I swear if you're not in your room at a time like this I'll have your goddamned head on a pike! It's imperative you send your apprentices down, you hear? If those lice escape and the army has to hunt them down for us, it's our heads on the line!! If you make me take care of this myself your days frolicking about are over. Even if the baron doesn't believe me about your asinine negligence leading to this blasted disaster he won't have to think twice when he learns of the gross immoral conduct you've made yourself guilty of! Rosewood, yes, I've got proof, my flamboyant friend!" "-I've got company, I'll get back to you later. Remember what I said, Cortex"Boy, the guards weren't kidding when they said that guy could ramble on. In the time he'd taken to make his little speech through the strange pyramid Cortex had been brought down to his knees and had, in fact, fainted from lack of oxygen. Darius now had free run of the room. Lord GigglenheumLord Guggenheim had gotten about a quarter of the way through the leather strap on his right hand with the surprisingly sharp pliers when he heard the door creak. He quickly hid the pair of pliers in the back of his hand and gave the torturer a friendly look as he re-entered." I- uh -I decided you should be, like, punished for trying to trick me. So I remembered this thing I once read about in a Message book on torture- a bit of an old thumbed copy from the lower reaches of the church's collection -which I thought I might try out. It's creative, and cruel, as you might expect from people from Message"He giggled, and suddenly the flaky youth seemed much less of a farce. He tied a piece of cloth around his forehead, explaining that it was to keep the blood out of his eyes. Then he took out a particularly mean looking cutting implement and bent over Guggenheim's stomach to set to work. VolpitThe bureaucratic demon gave Vol pit a skeptical look." Testing the waters - I'm sure you have. Look, what we need you to do is pretty simple. You've probably heard of the former Lord Guggenheim, AKA Lord Anthrax. We need you to make sure he makes it out of their in one piece, and while you're at it, you may want to secure safe exits for as much as possible of the other scum as well. Once that's done we'll take care of the rest. Or well, we may call upon your services again and expect you to obey without being offered any further deals. You're still on our payroll, after all- proverbially speaking of course""Well, off you go"The demon slammed his hand down on a big red button on his desk and Vol pit roofed out of infernal existence again, only to reappear in the warden's office and be greeted by the half-ogre's fist. Vol pit crashed into the desk again, this time simply splitting it in two. It seemed while that little burst of hellfire had done nothing to improve the guard's looks (in fact, far from it) it had only further enraged him, instead of killing him outright as had been hoped. Norman Louis The priestly pests were too much for Norman to take care of in such a confined space, so as soon as the door to his cell swung open (courtesy of a certain kobold) he chose to take the high road and fled. The monks dodged his passing blows and threw a few fireballs after him, making Norman happy to turn the corner. The sight he was met with did not make him much more optimistic about his situation. As if lying in wait for him five guards stood outside one of the cells, together with about six skeletons. Power in numbers they must have thought, because while the average guard would have fled when faced with this type of horror, this bunch simply drew their halberds and attacked. Still, with the monks not having caught up to him, Norman wondered if he wasn't better off at this particular junction. MuckerThe monks ran out into the hallway, throwing fireballs at the fleeing beast, but as soon as he disappeared around the corner, and they realized they were out of their cell, they seemed in doubt." Perhaps it would be a greater blow to evil if we were to abandon the pursuit of this soon-to-be-dead abomination and were to regain our freedom? Surely slaying demons is a much more charitable work in environs where the people they hurt are other than criminals?" one of them suggested. The other two still seemed hesitant. There were sounds of battle around the corner. Tucker wondered if he should head into the fray in the cramped hallway or consider alternate options. TeigTeig's mighty elbow crushed Merit's face into the rocky floor. Blood splashed on his already bloody claves. The psychopath was dead. Tag retrieved the dagger but soon saw there was no need to hide it from the guards, as they'd struck upon worse trouble. A demon had appeared in the hallway, probably some part of the grand escape scheme he was not informed of, and the guards were more than busy fighting off the abomination. Tag wondered how he would best make use of this development. Errant Slicer Trying to remember Vol pit's description of the upper regions of the castle Slicer made his way down. He was going back to save an old friend, and was armed for the occasion. Two blades, one belonging to each of the guards he so quickly dispatched, hung swinging from his belt (also newly acquired). He realized he looked sort of silly, wearing nothing but a loincloth, a belt and some chain mail, but it was functional. Soon Slicer reached a junction. As far as he remembered he could head further down here and pass through the guard's quarters before making it to the first level of the actual dungeon (passing through guard post #1 on the way, a place where he'd certainly have to fight) or he could head in another direction entirely, making his way to the gate (where again he would be faced with a guard post, guard post #2). The only route he could think of not involving a guard post led to the kitchen, but that was a dead end. He cursed himself for not remembering anything more useful. The Black Hattie Black Hat faced the problem head on, throwing himself at the crab from above to stun it and quickly following up this attack by tearing off its eyes. The creature screeched, and the soldiers cheered, seeing that the assassin would make quick work of it, but then the screeching was answered from below. The hole the kobold had dug echoed with a screeching, a whaling and a shrieking that would drive even a legion of banshees up the walls. Three more crabs, each bigger than the one The Black Hat was facing now, crawled out of the opening. These were not just the size of dogs, but the size oflargedogs. Deitrix camp; WulfDeitrix mercilessly pushed the old rhyming man into the horde of skeletons. Despite him being locked up the section for dangerous (non-special needs) prisoners he didn't seem to put up much of a fight. He did manage to make his screaming rhyme though. Deitrix then snatched up a chain the old man was inexplicably tied up with and with a running jump launched herself from Wolf's broad shoulders, landing on the other side of the crowd of skeletons. Wolf tried to follow by running along the wall, but tripped before he could reach the proper height, making a hard landing on the rock floor. He managed to scramble up again before they reached him and put a heck of a pounding on the first few skeletons, but became aware that the second regiment would soon have him flanked. Matrix, meanwhile, did her share by tripping up the rear end of the regiment and smashing into them with the chains, but the frustrating thing about these skeletons was that, no matter what you did to them, they scrambled back up. RexxusThe search for a key on the guard proved fruitless, and as did the knocking on the doors. No answers came from anywhere, even when there were vague figures visible in the cells. In all probability they were sleeping, or dead, or otherwise entranced. Rexxus moved on to his cell to find it suspiciously sparse. There was nothing in there. Nothing at all. It was a square room hewn out in rock, an enormous room at that, but there were no traces of the body he had so long inhabited. It was gone. Nexus wondered if he should really question the magic that gave him back his old body so gracefully... MariusThe guard became limp in his hands and finally Marius let him slide down the wall, completely drained. He'd missed the taste of blood more than anything, more than his arm even. A diet of rats and bats had hardly been satisfying. He searched the guard in the hope to find a key for one of the cells, but came out rather disappointed. Apart from halberd and blade the guard wasn't carrying anything. Upstairs Marius heard voices. One of them sounded vaguely familiar. Zara Lasers she mounted the stairs she became aware of water trickling down the steps, and soon it began to pour, not trickle. It became hard to make progress without slipping and falling, but Zara made it. She came to a short hallway after the stairs ending in a door. Water was streaming under the door and even slipping through the sides of it. There was also an embrasure in the hallway, through which Zara could see a forest outside, awash in her little friends. It was like the gardens of Eden out there, flames playing everywhere, all over the forest, wrecking the trees, scaring away the woodland creatures. The forest was alight, and burned brightly into the night. Zara felt a strong need to get out there, but was she willing to face the room filled with water for that purpose? "Okay!" Says Tucker." Go to de rat, should ten you how soon ROR Layla. Me? I gonna go fact de mon. God luck!" Mucker digs in the packs, pulls out a shield hastily put together from a fragment of door and a few meal trays, lays it over his back like a turtle's shell, hunches over, and starts creeping down the hallway to the LEFT, toward and hopefully through the guards who are fighting the demon. Hopefully he can get through unnoticed, he's only a foot or so off the ground... Tag ran to the cell door and watched as the guards and skeletons advanced on the demon. Hey you! Beastie!he bellowed. If you can understand me it looks like you could use some help! Get me out of here, and I'll even the odds some then we can both get out of this prison! If any of the guards are standing close enough to the bars on the door, he will reach out grab their hair and slit their throat with the liberated dagger!Orin they're too far away he'll wave his arms to try and attract the demon's attention! Tag And Norman Norman, the demon, hastily ran over and tore the prison bars off. He turned around, and threw the bars at the guards. Before he roared and breathed fire on the enemies. Charging, he stabbed at the skeletal creatures, hoping to take off their skulls with a good blow. In the meantime, he would use his tail as an improvisational weapon. Matrix Vertigo! To many! The draw woman called out, lashing into the closest skeleton she could with her improvised weapon. She already had a clear line of flight out, but disliked the idea of leaving the brute behind in case she ran across more along the way out. Still, she wasn't quite concerned enough for his life to rush in and get herself encircled. She would give Wolf a little more time to breach their lines and get to her before she hightailed it off on her own. At the very least all the time it would take to bring the feral man down would be time they weren't chasing her. Marius the Shark Marius grimaced. Working quickly he took the guards armor if he was wearing any, and his trousers, but not his shirt. No need to be mistaken by a guard by some maniac if he could avoid it. He took the blade and the halberd, but he snapped off most of the halberds handle, to leave him with a long handled axe to be held in his right hand and a knife in his left. This done, he headed for the place the guard had come from, in hope that he might find some sort of keys in his guard post, and maybe another guard to sate his blood thirst awhile longer. Zara LasairZara hesitates at the top of the stairway, chewing her lip. After a long moment of consideration, she makes up her mind." Nothing ventured, nothing gained,"she mutters as she swings the door open. TeigStartled at the speed and strength of the demon. Tag paused a moment before he realized the bars were not there. He screams out a roar and dives through the hole left by the demon. Thanks ya big red bloodthirsty bastard. Now let me hold up my end of the deal. Tag heads for the nearest guard and rams his dagger into the guard's neck. If this is successful he will take the guard's sword and wield both attacking the nearest guard or skeleton. If the guard still lives he'll cut his face off! And then get the sword. Come on then! Who's next? RexxusRexxus' divine providence suddenly seemed somewhat suspicious (he, alliteration). His metal body had disappeared for no discernible reason, and he had somehow been made flesh and bone again while noticing nothing. One moment he had been engulfed in darkness and immobile, the next he was free and human. Something was wrong. Was this an illusion? Was his mind being controlled? Was this some kind of dream? The warrior-king shook his head. He needed to figure this out, and needed a clear head. First things first... Rexxus smacked himself in the face. If he felt pain, this might be real. WulfWulf gathered his strength, drawing inspiration from his ally's own maneuver, he grabbed the nearest skeleton and used its shoulders as a vault leaping upwards and dancing over skulls and shoulders - never daring to do more than push off of each skeleton, leaving many of them collapsing as he leapt from one to the other. As he came to the end of the crowd, he stumbled, skinning his knees on the rough stone floor and crashing through the last few skeletons in the mob, joining up with her. He gave her a cunning, knowing look that belied his seemingly brutish nature - an expression full of evil cheer. "Glad you're so concerned about me, lady." he said with a soft chuckle as he began to move swiftly down the hallway, feeling his muscles groan in protest from months of inactivity. The Black Hat Blood pounded in the blond's ears and his lungs pleaded for air. Adrenaline surged in the Black Hat's veins, slowing his thought processes and clouding his judgment, but only for an instant... Wild blue eyes snapped in the direction of the cheering onlookers and the assassin bit back a curse. In the mere seconds it had taken him to disable the beast, he had acted with preternatural agility and speed. The baron's allegations would be far more believable now that several guardsmen had watched him maim a living creature. The crustacean's agonizing scream snapped him back to reality, and the Black Hat saw several more crabs, even larger than the first, crawl out of the tunnel. There was no point in maintaining the farce any longer - whichever prisoner was waging war on the guards would have no interest in a wrongfully imprisoned lover boy. He scanned the advancing creatures. While they looked no smarter than the first scout, the Black Hat was skeptical that he would be able to dispatch three creatures in the same way. At least - not without sacrificing a limb or digit to their deadly claws. Waiting for just the right moment, the blond jumped to the far bunk, his eyes fixated upon the tin jug sitting merrily on the sill. If his honeyed words couldn't get him some help, at least he could make enough of a racket to draw someone'attention. Errant Slicer Slicer slowed his steps. The rush of killing was still tingling in his veins, although he felt a bit weak, from the effort. But not weak enough to prevent him from slicing more humans. Slicer cursed silently at his poor knowledge of the prison layout. Perhaps if he talked with the imp more, but then again he disliked the creature and left Tag to handle the talks. He actually hesitated at the intersection. What was the best option here? If he walked through the guard quarters then he could bleed out the guards at the first guard post, then return to the kitchen for a snack and provisions, then the guard post of the gate. This option certainly maximized the killing involved. Slicer giggled softly and blinked. He never giggled before and that worried him. He sighed looking at the door leading to the kitchens. If he could trust the others to break out on their own, he'd probably head there and stock on provisions. But that would take time and the guards could get whatever riot the others should have stirred by now under control. Slicer moved to the guards quarters, taking his time to catch his breath and if possible, sneak on anyone inside. There could be useful things there. He tried to listen to the noises coming from below, to determine how well the break-out attempt was progressing. Matrix VeshkDeitrix flashed her feral companion a disjointed smile, like one might expect from a hungry cat. Ha'shah! Worth more not dead. She said, leaving the skeletons behind her as quickly as she could. Her sensitive eyes scanned the dimly lit hallways, looking for a way out of this hellhole. Darius Quickly tying the Wizard down with more sheets, ensuring that he's fully gagged, blindfolded and restrained in an uncomfortable manner, Darius starts to search the room. He looks for weapons, magic items, good clean formal clothes (that he changes into) and any sort of map or blueprints. Tag camp; Norman Deals were made, an unlikely alliance struck. Together the demon and the pit fighter made quick work of the guards (though the altogether confusion, screaming and fountains of blood did prevent them from noticing a small kobold sneak by). Only one of them was still breathing, though heavily. The guard was stuck to the wall, impaled on one of the bars that had originally belonged to Tag's cell. Tag took his sword without remorse, and a belt as well, to sheath his two swords and dagger." You'll... pay for this" the guard muttered, splatters of blood wobbling down his chin. The options for escape seemed pretty straight forward. They could either retreat to where the living demonrepellants were last seen or continue deeper into the dungeon, where alarming shrieks and the occasional scream were to be heard. The Black Hat Climbing on the top bunk turned out to be, in retrospect, and perfect idea. The wave of crabs had not ended at three and their numbers had increased to about eleven. More were pouring out of the tunnel every second. The soldiers who had not been smart enough to join The Black Hat in his little climbing expedition had found themselves forced to fight the beasts, but very ineffectively so. They were soon reduced to mangled bits and loose limbs and a whole load of screaming and blood. This was the cost of killing two crabs with improvised weapons such as wooden bowls and the tin jug. The situation seemed pretty much hopeless when suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the hallway. Ducking beneath a large shield was Tucker, kobold extraordinaire. MuckerAaaaah, home sweet home. Tucker arrived back at his old cell, hoping to be temporarily rid of the madness and violence that seemed to have taken over the whole dungeon, but alas, it was the same story here. His cell seemed to have filled with crustacean horrors who were quite hostile, if the loose limbs lying around were any way to judge. His old buddy The Black Hat and two of Lord Anthrax's old soldiers sat desperately atop one of the bunks, waiting for miraculous rescue. Of course, the question was if Tucker really wanted to release that torrent of crabs? DariusDarius swiftly tied up the mage and left him there helpless, his discomfort ironically caused by his satin sheets. He then begins to search the room. The room is a veritable treasure chamber for trinkets, though Darius is unable to make heads or tails of most of them. One notable exception is the small gray pyramid, whose use is clearly long distance communication. Engraved on the front of the pyramid is an ear, with a small hole drilled in it. Specifics on how it works aren't included. Formal dress is easily found as the wizard owned a quite expansive wardrobe, ranging from ball robes to exotic meditation robes. All of them have a very wizardly ring about them though. Weapons are a bit harder to come by. Cortex's collection includes some primitive weapons consisting of reeds and sharpened rocks (a pointy hatchet, a double-headed spear which seems about to break and a club with fish teeth on it), a poker for the fireplace and a talking sword. Exitwise there appear to be two options: the locked door and the window. Neither seemed very appealing. SlicerThe guard barracks consisted of a piece of hallway with three rooms bordering on it: a dining hall, a sleeping hall and an armory. Up ahead were stairs down to the dungeons and some stairs up leading to another bit of bafflingly confusing architecture. Comparing this place to a maze wouldn't do, it wasmoreconfusing than a maze. In any case, the door to the sleeping hall was open, with several (read five) napping guards inside. Just as Slicer was quietly making this observation three monks came running from the dungeon's entrance. One of them was wounded, dripping all over the place, and none of them seemed to be concerned with being quiet. Deitrix camp; Fullest somewhere in the catacombs these two were bravely (if not valiantly) fighting off a horde of skeletons. Wolf, eager to get to the other side of the crowd, tried to imitate his companion, with rather disastrous results. It was about when he tried to leap off the second skeleton that Wolf noticed that leaving his gut open for an attack from the thing for whatever brief time he needed to make the leap was not a good idea. The rusty dagger the skeleton wielded cut through his flesh, making him roar with pain. Blood trickled from his well-formed abdomen. A hole in the skeleton's lines allowed Matrix to grab his hand and pull him out of the mess. Both having reached one side of the troupe, they ran. Matrix soon spotted a dim light in the distance, but not before Wolf's nose picked up the subtle ocean breeze. They smashed through some wooden paneling and found themselves on a ledge, outside the big fortress called Fordham. Beneath them, however, about five floors down, awaited icy death in the shape of the freezing, crushing waves of the Firing sea. The ledge ran on for about ten meters, covered in frost most of the time, only to then reach a dead end near a boarded up window. Escape was not quite the way to name this new development. At least their current position offered them a nice vantage point. The sun was crawling downward to the horizon, where it would be met by a line of floating icebergs, and high above them, they could spot one of several towers of the castle, it's tin roof shining in the sun. When the skeletons inevitably popped up from the hole in the wall, at least they'd die with a nice view. RexxusPunching himself in the face had the expected result: pain. However, his new awareness and general paranoia did seem to bring about a new view of his environs. Rooms seemed to stop existing when he wasn't looking at them. Details seemed to shift. Nexus wondered if it wasn't all just in his head. What if these thoughts were costing him the precious time he needed to escape? MariusMarius equipped himself (sad to find no armor on the guard) and headed upstairs, where he'd heard the voices, hoping to find some keys or a guard to kill. The voices grew louder as he climbed the stairs." He will escape, you'll see. He'll make me proud"This was the vaguely familiar voice speaking." You're a fool, old man! Nobody escapes Fordham!" This was the other voice speaking. It sounded strange. Distorted. Somehow Marius couldn't quite focus on it." You underestimate him. And me. You should have realized insulting a vampire would be bad for your health"There was a brief silence, and then the second voice spoke again, this time in a gurgle, as if he were dying." Let's see him get past this room then!" The vampire laughed loudly, there was a thud of a body falling to the floor and then the noises ceased. Marius stood in front of the door, doubting whether to open it. Zara LasairZara opened the door, only to be greeted by a shockwave of water. Lacking anything to hold on too properly, she was washed down the stairs, bashing into various walls along the way. Somewhat bloody she crawled up again. The stairs had now turned into a waterfall, but at least the door was open. "Woo!" Says Tucker, coming into view and straightening up." Yu would knot BUH LEE de rubble ai Haida ten car UV to-"He breaks off, and stares at the flood of crabs. His one-eyed glare whips to Black Hat." Wat the hey you do to Mai tunnel? Wear you get all Dee crab from?" He sighs, and breaks out the bags of weapons, using a short spear to pass shivs, homemade hatchets, and other toys through the bars, grumbling all the while. Once it's done he sighs, pulls out a cigar stub, and lights it, staring morosely at the horde of pinch crabs." Well... HAI Get HAI can open the door a run back, let de mon free em hop. You gaze okay wit this?" Marius the Shark The mercenary paused at the door, it certainly sounded like a conversation about him. This was an awful confusing situation, but if Marius had learned anything as his years as a mercenary and a pit fighter, it was that bravado, tenacity, and a sheer will to survive could get him through tough spots. Tensing like a big cat, he slowly opened the door, ready to pounce or turn into mist if need be. He would be prepared for whatever was on the other side of the door. Zara LasairZara shivers and pulls her wet clothing tighter around herself. A small halo of fire appears around her body, drying the parts of her that are not currently in water. Once she's as dry as she can be, Zara scrambles up the stairs against the flow of water and through the door. Rex Smith a shake, Nexus tries to clear his head, only to realize the hallucinations he thought he was seeing are not going away. He was seeing things, or this was some kind of dream. Not that it mattered. He'd slice his way out if he needed to! Recovering the guard's weapons from his body, Nexus moves up the stairs his dead enemy had emerged from, listening for enemy approaches or signs of anyone else who might have escaped. Matrix VeshkKresh van Yuri! Deitrix cursed loudly, Where is imp? Where are others? WHAT HAPPENS TO BIG PLAN!? Deitrix looked down, and thought against hurling herself into the icy death that lay below her. Instead, she pressed her slender body tight against the wall, and began creeping along the ledge towards the boarded window. Come. I am not died here! She yelled back to wolf, clearly intent on heading on regardless. The Black Hat All thoughts of revenge and chastisement vanished at the first accented syllable that escaped the kobold's beak. The Black Hat's face lit up like his birthday had come early... assuming anyone had ever bothered to acknowledge the occasion. He grabbed two spoon-shivs and a set of nail picks from the incoming treasure trove, passing the rest to his bunkmates." Open it - better to deal with the... demon, than starve to death." "Eh, de mon actually on lee eaten gar dz so FAH." Mucker pushes the shield up against the bars under the lock, to prevent stray crab claws from nicking him as he does so. "Old be use full to get WTA her." He picks the lock with a few quick motions, then opens the cell door wide and runs back down the hall, toward where the demon and the murderer stand. Rebreathing heavily after the fight, Tag grins as he sheaths his new weapons and wipes blood splatter off his face. My, that was fine! He turns to look at the big demon next to him. Thanks for getting me out of there beastie...say do you have a name...can you even talk? While saying this he looks around the prison, checking out entrances and exits before turning his gaze back to the creator, .and how the hell do we get out of here? He suddenly spins and draw a sword, holding it out to point at a small kobold who had just dashed up the corridor... What do you want?he snarled! Unfollowing Matrix, Wolf merely grins, scrabbling crabwise along the slippery walk. His feet are bare, and they feel keenly the bite of the icy surface - but his long, ragged toenails grip like claws, and even weakened by long captivity and hunger as he is, he is a strong man, and his fingers grip the rock, moving quickly along the side of the edge until he reaches the board-covered entrance. Errant Slicer Slicer moved back so he could ambush the guards as they would wake and attack the monks. It would be easier to try to rush them, while they were still waking up, but Slicer preferred his enemies to move, before he could kill them. Plus, if he attacked the guards on his own, the monks would have an opening to escape the situation they themselves caused. Better to have them engage the guards and attack from the rear. Or let the guards chase them to the depths of prison and get on with his plan. After dealing with guard's station... Slicer wasn't about to brave a maze of passages and stairs. Some people were born to navigate intricately designed prisons. Some were born to slice flesh and spill blood. Better to work with your strengths. The monks showed that the riot worked out well and others were soon to follow. So first he'd search the armory for weapons and slain guard's possessions for some coin. Then he'll backtrack his steps and turn to the kitchen, where supplies could be gathered. Perhaps enough bodies would be thrown at the gates by that time for him to simply walk out. And that necromancer could get killed as well. Originally Posted by Gridlock Tag Breathing heavily after the fight, Tag grins as he sheaths his new weapons and wipes blood splatter off his face. My, that was fine! He turns to look at the big demon next to him. Thanks for getting me out of there beastie...say do you have a name...can you even talk? While saying this he looks around the prison, checking out entrances and exits before turning his gaze back to the creator, And how the hell do we get out of here? He suddenly spins and draw a sword, holding it out to point at a small kobold who had just dashed up the corridor... What do you want? He snarled! Oh, Tucker knew the answer to this one." Too sure mas stirs!" Mucker goes into a full flop, grovelling down on the floor." Surv mas stirs bi Galvan a army for You! A den ex careen dis place. But, uh..." He gets up slowly, glances behind him, and starts inching into the chamber." Hole Busch wicked crab in the way of getting de army. Cummed dis was, TU. May bee, uh, de grate a power full demon lord can fry them wit far?" While he's talking, Tucker is scooting into the vacated cell, stepping over the bodies of guards, and climbing up onto the elevated bench. Ragtag, left standing with a sword pointing at an absence of kobold, sheaths the weapon and shares a look with the demon.... Did he say... crabs? Originally Posted by Gridlock Teig, left standing with a sword pointing at an absence of kobold, sheaths the weapon and shares a look with the demon.... Did he say... crabs? "Whatever he said, let's make the jailbreak." Norman retorted. Take shrugs, Right then! Teig draws both swords and strides towards the open cell. "To!" Says Tucker, peering at Louis." Yu tall k? O, okay."" Jay el break God. Get for, give em weapon, den break how. But every won l's is behind crab." Fagin a glance, Tag takes in the men crouching on bunks, the hole and the large crab things. He looks down at MuckerBehind those ugly bastards you mean?and points with one of his swords. Not really waiting for a response. He lunges at the nearest crab, slashing down with both swords, hoping to shatter the shell and leave the flesh underneath open for a follow-up stabbing! Gleefully, Tucker follows in behind Tag with spear and oversized shield, poking at any crabs that try to get around the big killer's flanks. Originally Posted by Gridlock Tag Behind those ugly bastards you mean? The Black Hat"Above, actually." The blond offered a sly grin at the deadly gazes set in his direction." A pleasure to meet all of you." If there's an opportunity to slay one of the crabs with a throw of a well-placed spoon shiv, he will do so.

When you're Evil|rating:3.0

College Torture LucixCharlieKitty

Spoiler: Luck Name: Luciela Rusher Nickname: Luck Age: 23 Eyes: Blue/Green Hair: Red Tattoos: Lots Spoiler: Luck View attachment 38086 Sexuality: Bi Religion: None Hobbies: Playing Piano and Singing Habits: Quit smoking a few years ago, loves bourbon. Background Info: Luck was brought up in a Southern Baptist home. She was put into extracurricular lessons at a very young age to learn a few different instruments including piano, violin and cello. She dropped the other two for piano in high school simply because she loved the different kinds of feelings you could experience listening to it let alone playing it. Furthermore, she can still play the others, but she is far better tickling ivory than plucking strings. Furthermore, she taught herself how to sing. YouTube and library books coming in handy a good deal of the time since she didn't have a lot of free time to explore an actual vocal coach with school, church and piano. She stopped going to church the moment she turned 18 and her parents could no longer force her to go. Not agreeing with the hellfire and brimstone kind of teachings the preacher tended to lean towards. She met her very first girlfriend at 19 when she worked in a bar as a waitress. They dated for 2 years until the girlfriend left her on her 21st birthday which ended up being the drunkest she has ever gotten, and learned not to let herself go that far ever again. Since then, she has had a small handful of hookups, usually born out of a site or phone app when she just felt like she couldn't take it anymore. But for the most part has been perfectly happy being single and alone while she went to college to chase her degree in Music Composition. She's introverted at first but loosens when she gets to know someone. Turns down most ever advance from girls and guys alike. And is happy to sit in her room with a book or new piece of music rather than go out for a Roger. Luck sat in the middle of one of her classes, it was one of the first days back in class since the summer break, doodling in her notebook with headphones in listening to Chopin's Nocturne in C sharp minor. She couldn't focus on the class just like she hadn't been able to focus on almost anything over the majority of the break. Anything besides her college roommate Elle that was. She had joined her in the dorms halfway through last year and from the moment she met those brown eyes with her own she was tripping over herself around her. She was gorgeous, fun, exuberant and everything Luck tended to not be when it came to life. Furthermore, she was intoxicating to be near and Luck had spent the entire last half of the year trying to tell Elle that she liked her. Never finding the right time or way to do it though since Elle was seemingly completely straight and the absolute fear of being looked at like a brain case by someone she liked so much was terrifying. She had gone home to Georgia for the break to try and get away from everything for a while and figure out if she should just bury those feelings away so she could just make it through one more year of school and be off somewhere trying to get on with life. That was until one night as she was stumbling through the internet with her favorite button add-on, stumble upon, she came across a picture of Elle attached to a few tags she never would have thought she would have been associated with. Dome, BDSM, Mistress and the like shined in their telltale blue under the photo and Luck found herself staring in awe at her gorgeous roommate clad in black and leather, her face flushing and heart racing at the mere thought of Elle tying her to a bed and looking down at her in that outfit. It was enough to make her need a long hot shower and maybe some alone time in her room to try and work out that excitement. The rest of her break had been finding where that photo had come from and subscribing to the astonishing OnlyFans her roommate apparently kept a secret from everyone. She only knew it was her roommate because after months of sidelong glances and longing stares she had memorized just about every inch and curve of her friend. There was no mistaking that it was her on her screen. She made an account called LuclyInLove, using a capital i in place of an L, hoping she might know it was her but never garnering the courage to just come out and say it. Her break was filled with excitement, frustration and many lonely nights looking at her laptop or phone on a site where she only followed one person. When she had returned to school she ran into Elle and to her shock and amazement she asked if Luck would join her off campus in an apartment rather than stay in the dorms again. She immediately agreed thinking at first maybe Elle had figured it out and wanted them both off school grounds to maybe look into them being a couple but to her utter dismay a few days into them living together off site nothing had come of it. She had been asked because for nearly half a year Luck had dotted on Elle every second they were together. Trying everything she could, short of simply kissing the woman square on the lips, to get her to notice she was in love with her. She had gone so far as to buy lingerie and model it for Elle asking if she looked good enough in it only to receive a joyous yes and then to be asked who it was for. So here she sat in class, staring off into nothingness as she drew random shapes on a page with only about three notes on it. The only thing clear in her mind being the daydream of Elle tightening some ropes down around her wrists and grabbing her chin to make her focus and asking who she belonged to. "Elle..." She said out loud and blushed vibrantly when she saw people turn to look at her, realizing that wasn't in her head. Quickly gathering her things she dashed out of the class and headed home to the apartment they now shared to hide away in her room for the rest of the day. Doing nothing but screaming and whining into her pillows every time her mind wandered back to that tantalizing daydream. It's going further and further every time. Haunting her like some kind of sick ghost, waiting for her to lose her mind. But even with how desperate and nearly depressed she was over Elle's apparent complete ignorance for her and her feelings she still found the energy to get into the kitchen and make a dinner for her. A hearty carbonara with chicken, mushrooms and bacon. Putting it in a bowl in the microwave with a note on the door of the fridge before slinking back to her room and burying herself into her covers after stripping down to nothing but a pair of green panties and a loose white shirt." Dinner in microwave Elle. Love you Spoiler: Elle Name: Elena Rich Nickname: Elle Age: 22 Eyes: Dark brown Hair: Brown Tattoos: None Piercings: Ears and nipples Sexuality: 'Straight' (Bicurious) Religion: Pagan/Wiccan Hobbies: Video games, film, tabletop and fantasy games, drawing/art Habits: Loves wine, partakes in cannabis occasionally at parties, habitual nail biter (so she keeps them shortage; never paints them) Background Info: Elle grew up in Chicago with fairly supportive middle class parents. She went to a decent public school, and she generally had a positive and average upbringing. It wasn't until her father's death when Elle was a young teen (13), that she experienced much hardship. She took all of her pain and anguish, and poured it into her art. At sixteen, her mother got remarried (to a fairly wealthy man) and they moved from Chicago to California. At first, she resisted it until she began to accept her step-father, Scott, as part of the family. He took her to her first comic-con, and Elle was hooked on being a nerd. When Elle graduated from high school, she was offered a scholarship to University of Southern California to help her pursue her degree in animation. Despite the face that Elle was still 'just some nerdy girl with glasses' she adjusted to university life very well. She enjoyed going out and meeting with friends and was quite the extrovert. Her sophomore year, Elle learned about BDSM through a project that she was doing, and began to explore her curiosity. Not being one for being submissive, she preferred the Dominant's role. Shortly later, she had a secret OnlyFans account that she had used for extra income. However, near the end of her Junior year, Elle began to explore a bit further into Proteome work, taking (non-sexual) clients as a means of said income. That being said, absolutely nobody knows about her secret side-job.... at least, that she knows of... Spoiler: Image {"light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} It had been a long day. Elle had woken up bright and early in the morning to make it to the gym. She was a creature of routine and ever since summer break, that routine was going to the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday usually around 7 a.m. sharp, unless it was on a weekend. It was strange at first, never thinking of herself as a gym rat. However, the time in the morning proved valuable as it allowed her to both listen to music or do a bit of studying while running on the treadmill or using the bikes. Besides, the gym was on campus... and it was free, meaning that if she didn't show up early there would be a crowd before she even got onto anything. Her classes weren't much better or of note. Most of her senior year consisted of various projects that she needed to do and have complete. However, put that on top of needing to look for internships and eventually a future job, and she had a lot on her plate. Maybe that was why she looked forward to her time outside of class so often... Elle had been a proteome for a little over six months at this point. What had started off as simply taking a couple of sexy photos for extra cash had turned into a pretty decent venture? For the most part, if they made it to an in-person meeting, most of her clients were polite and respectful. Mostly men in their thirties or older wanting to try new things or the occasional couple looking to reignite their sex life. There were the rare few that had attempted to treat Elle as a glorified prostitute. However, they prompted her to quickly send them out on their butts packing. She didn't have sex with her clients, and never would. She couldn't quite pin down what attracted her to the lifestyle that she had, other than the fact that when she was standing in her fully clad outfit with somebody below her felt empowering. However, she never added sex into the mix. Hell, she barely had sex in general despite the occasional hookup or Tinder date. Having a boyfriend would only complicate things. Besides, she got her fill of men at work. Hearing her phone vibrate just as Elle had finished disinfecting her 'office', she moved over to her bag and checked her phone to see a message from her roommate and best friend, Luck. She gave a smile and typed out a response.' Tysm work ran a bit late, but I'm finishing up now. Need anything on my way home? Wine? Beer? Whiskey??' Luck was curled into a tight ball of sadness when her phone buzzed to life on the mattress next to her with a sound bite from the Sherlock show. She had set Elle's message tone to the sound of Irene Adler's moan like Sherlock's phone. A small personal torture she kind of enjoyed. She dragged the phone closer to herself as it illuminated everything under the blanket. She read the message and sighed heavily to herself before typing back a quick 'No, thanks' and pushing the phone back to the edge of the blanket tent she had built around herself. Furthermore, she didn't want to actually see Elle right now. Unsure she could look at her without that daydream taking over. Thinking about her commanding her to get on her knees with her hands behind her back. She shuddered under the blankets and sighed again with a bit of a groan. "Maybe I'll just order a service from her site or something... Maybe then she might notice me..." To Luck's despair she didn't have anything around the house to keep her mind busy at the moment. She had done all of Elle's laundry the first day they had come back together, hers was always taken care of so she just did her friends at the same time so she didn't have to worry about it. Originally it had been a terrible attempt to dote on her friend and try to get her to notice her attraction. Then she had moved to cooking her dinner almost every night that she would be home. Again it had simply become habit after a few weeks of getting a thank you and nothing else. She still wore the lingerie she had bought and modelled for Elle simply because it was pretty and had been rather expensive. A little too much so to simply toss it out after her friend had asked who the lucky guy was when she was in fact tee one Luck had wanted. She flopped, stretched out on her bed, before flailing around like a petulant child throwing a tantrum for a few seconds. Only to curl back up and try to find a way to get some sleep. Elle would be home soon and if she saw her sulking in her room curled up in bed she would have questions, and Elle was not the kind of person to go without answers. Luck would blab within moments of her friend's dominating presence and demand for answers about what was wrong. If she was asleep she would probably just leave her to rest. Likely chalking it up to classes having been rough after the long break or something. Not realizing her simple two-word text without the now customary hearts or declaration of love in it would likely be all her friend needed to know that something was wrong with Luck. Elle stared down at her phone for a moment, furrowing her brow before shaking her head and tossing it into her purse. She wasn't going to pry. At least, not yet, as she hoped that Luck would eventually spill the beans on her own after Elle got home...~~~​Standing in the aisle of the liquor store, Elle browsed the rows of wine to figure out what it was that she wanted. She was already cradling the bottle of Jim Beam Red Stag in one of her arms like a newborn. She would worry that the associates of the store would think that she had a bit of a drinking problem as she grabbed two bottles of wine as well, a Chablis and a Gran Moraine Rose, if it weren't for the fact that she came here so often. They knew that Elle was a bit of a wine brat and that the Red Stag was for her roommate. Elle used to come here every Sunday after work to pick up a bottle of each to sneak into their dorm. Going to the counter, Elle gave the clerk a smile which was quickly returned as she put the bottles on the counter." Elle, how many times have I told you that you are always welcome to use a basket," the clerk, Tina, teased." About as many times as I will be coming in the future," Elle responded and opened her wallet to show her ID." Thank you, dear. Big plans tonight? You got an extra," Tina rose her eyebrow. Elle shook her head, "Nope! Just celebrating being officially moved into the new place. I unpacked my last box yesterday," she said joyously." Well congratulations! Your total is $71. Do you want to add a shooter bottle tonight?" she asked, trying to upsell." Sure, this one," Elle responded, putting a whipped cream one up on the counter."$72.40"Elle opened her wallet and paid for it in cash before taking the bagged goods and going back to her car, and 2020 Nissan Altima, and put them into the passenger seat before putting the vehicle into reverse and driving towards the apartment.~~~​After an uneventful drive, Elle pulled into parking space designated for her car and grabbed both her backpack and the brown paper bags that she had gotten from the liquor store. She kept the locked rolling case with her kink gear in it locked in her trunk. Elle entered into a dark apartment, prompting her to turn the lights on. Eventually, she planned on having a couple Google Homes or Alexas installed purely for the interest in her being a geek. However, it was strange that they were off in the first place considering that she wasn't the only one home at the moment. Setting everything aside onto the counter, Elle opened the microwave to peek at her dinner before grabbing the bottle of Jim Beam and making her way to Luck's bedroom. Knocking softly on the door, Elle waited for a response for a moment before speaking." Heya sport," she began, sounding like an awkward step-dad on purpose hoping that it would help lighten the mood, "I'm just letting you know I'm home... and that there's a man named Jim here to see you" A half-hearted chuckle came form under the mountain of covers that sat atop her bed. Luck had always liked pretty things and comfy things and stuffed things and colorful things. So when they had gotten the apartment she had called her parents and asked for all of her things from her room that they could get shipped overnight and spent a good part of the first day in the new place making up her room. There were nearly a dozen different pillows of varying sizes, at the moment strewn across the entire room from her earlier tantrum. Three different blankets all folded in different ways to help combat any level of chill the room might supply her again most of them were hanging off the bed which was very unlike the slightly OCD red head. There were a sea of stuffed animals all hanging up in different little hammocks and shelves to have them all on display without taking up any real space in the room, all but the one green care bear that never left her bed, an old lucky charm her grandparents had given her when she was no more than 5 years old, who currently was half pinned behind her bedroom door as Elle opened it. Something was obviously wrong with the girl. The final straw that broke any question about it was her huffing from under the blankets. "I'm not in the mood for Jim. I told you no when you asked." Luck wasnevershort with Elle. Always happy to listen to her vent about the struggles of her day and spend the time brushing her hair or simply snuggling up against her and tickling her ribs to lighten the mood." I'm not hungry, I don't want to drink, everything is stupid, and I'm going to sleep." She rolled over on the bed to turn her back to the girl even though there wasn't really any way to tell what direction she was facing with such a large heavy comforter covering everything up. She didn't want to see Elle though because she knew without any form of doubt that the moment her eyes landed on the brunette she would be swept up in those feelings she had been juggling for nearly a year now, and she would dote on her. Offer her a massage to work out the kinks of her long hard day. Submit to the woman without a word of protest or even a mention of a need from the girl. She was so smitten she simply did it. Bent over backwards for her in an instant. That last thought making her groan under the blankets as her mind wandered form bending over backwards to thinking about Elle bending her over. A thought hat made her shiver under the heavy covers and feel that familiar tingle in her gut and between her legs. It was maddening for the woman to have such a power over her and not even be aware of it. Completely blind to someone being completely in love with her. She should have just done online schooling or something. It would have saved her from this nonsense. She couldn't bring herself to tell Elle to leave the room though. That part of her deep down wanting nothing more than for Elle to come closer and to crawl into bed with her was just a little too powerful. When Luck snapped back at Elle, the woman gave a sigh. It was fairly unlike Luck to act like this. On one hand, she didn't want to push Luck's boundaries. However, on the other, she didn't want to leave her best friend feeling in this state. Whenever Elle was stressed out even remotely, Luck was always there with open arms ready to let her vent. The fact that Elle was at a loss for what to do was frustrating for her. Opening the door more, Elle walked into Luck's bedroom and made her way to the bed and sat on the edge of it." Well, it's here when you want it," she said, her voice getting slightly softer. She wanted to reach out and give her a hug, but didn't think that Luck would be very receptive to that, either." Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, speaking up tentatively. Elle was never really one for being able to comfort people. Whenever something like that needed to happen, she just felt more awkward than anything. "If not... I don't work tomorrow. Do you want to maybe grab dinner? We can go see that movie I don't like?" Elle's attempt at comforting her only made her feel that much worse about the situation. Here she was, the object of her desire, trying to comfort her. Offering to go get dinner, to take her to the movie she wanted to see even though she herself would not find it enjoyable. Everything a spouse would and should do for their significant other. All the things Luck wanted from her but in the wrong context. She was offering it as just a concerned friend and there just didn't seem a way to get that point across without just risking the ruination of their friendship. If she just came and blurted out how she felt and Elle didn't want any of it how could they stay together as they were. All the things Luck did every day would become obvious and awkward to continue. She would have to move out. She would have to just simply leave. But in the end that desire for her touch and comfort won out against her rational mind's arguments, and she slowly crawled out from under the blankets to hug herself against Elle's side and legs, burying her face into her clothes to hide her teary eyes. "You wouldn't understand it Elle.... But thank you for trying to make me feel better." She nuzzled her face against her shirt to wipe off the tears that were welling up there before trying to look up at her friend. She had forgotten that she was in nothing but the sexy green lingerie that she had previously bought for Elle as she hugged her." I don't think going for food or a movie will help. Why don't you just enjoy your day off rather than wasting it on me? Go out and have some fun... I need to catch up on school work anyway. I've been neglecting it for the last couple of days." Another admission of something that was very unlike herself. Luck was always punctual and adamant about her school work. Making sure it was done well before she even thought about doing something fun for herself. Though she was usually willing to drop what she was doing to help Elle with something, be it making dinner or just sitting with her to let her vent about her day. "How was work? Any....tough...clients?" Elle looked down as her friend emerged from the covers, giving a smile and brushing some hair away from Luck's eyes. She heard Luck's suggestion of going out to enjoy herself instead, and it caused Elle to raise a brow. Usually Luck was already caught up on her work and Elle was the one who procrastinated on deadlines until the last minute. However, she chalked it up to being their senior year. Even if it was only the beginning, Elle could smell the freedom and graduation in the air already. When Luck asked about work, Elle gave a shake of her head, grinning. "Not any worse than usual, but not going to lie... I'm going to enjoy the time off," she said. Perhaps she herself should get some schoolwork done. It wouldn't hurt to get some progress done on a couple of projects before the work began to pile up." If you want to stay in tomorrow... I can make something for us to eat. I swear I know more than just making ramen and breakfast," Elle offered. Besides, Luck cooked for them almost every day, and if she was behind on work Elle didn't want to further burden her if she had work to do. "I can try to make my Donna's pasta sauce again. I swear I have it down this time," she said, remembering the disaster of the last time that Elle tried to remake the 'secret' family recipe. Luck nuzzled her face into Elle with a content sigh as she got comfortable using her as her pillow for the time being. A sly smile growing on her lips as she looked up at her roommate as she talked about enjoying some more time off. "What? We just got back, and you're already tired of helping people figure out their peaks?" She wondered for just how long she could poke at the cover story her friend maintained before she realized that Luck knew all too well what she did when she was out of school and not at home. The mention of her trying to cook whatever that pasta sauce was supposed to be brought out a laugh and an enthusiastic shaking of her head in decline of such an offer. "No, no no, no. Last time you nearly burned the dorm down and this time we don't live in school housing. There is no way you are setting fire to my kitchen." She slowly sat up and rested her head on Elle's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her to hold her in a hug. "I appreciate the offer Darling but... I think I'd rather have ramen than scorched tomato sauce and burnt noodles again." She gave the brunette a peck on her shoulder and a smile. "How about instead, we order out from like 3 different places. We pop open a bottle of our favorite drink each. Slap on some cheesy 90s action movie and cuddle up on the couch all day? I can give you a massage? Try to work out whatever...kinks...you may have?" She smiled as she lulled her head over so she could peek up at her stunning friend. "We can even watch 80s action movies if you want. Some Chuck Norris? Or Bruce Lee? I know you like action flicks." It was rare that Luck actually offered to drown her brain in cheesy action films. She would watch them if Elle put them on simply to allow herself the chance to snuggle up to the stunning brunette but to outright suggest they watch them was a first. "Your kitchen? Isn't that what renter's insurance is for?" Elle rose an eyebrow and gave Luck a grin. "The way you talk it sounds like I'm going to be keeping you here with me forever... but if you keep offering me massages, I don't mind," she gave a giggle before resting her cheek on the top of her friend's head. It sounded like a perfect offer, and it would be nice for the both of them to be able to hang out just the two of them. They'd been fairly busy with school since moving." Deal, I guess I'll save this guy for tomorrow, then," Elle said, holding up the bottle of Red Stag that she had brought in with her. "I have an early class tomorrow, but it gets out before noon. I can grab us lunch on the way back, too," she said decisively, making the decision. "That being said, I probably should go eat and get to bed. G-night, Luce," Elle turned her head and gave her friend a kiss on the top of her head before giving a hug with her arm and getting off of the bed." I'm going to get that sauce, one day though. Just for you," she gave Luck a wink and stuck her tongue out of her mouth teasingly before heading out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her so that way she could finish out her night. "Yes my kitchen. I cook almost every meal and keep it nice and clean. It's mine." She poked Elle on the shoulder as she pointedly claimed the kitchen as her own. "And watch out. One day you might just end up wanting me to stay forever." It was a double edge blade to flirt with Elle. Because it was fun and gave her a chance to show she actually did like her, but it was also painful because Elle was seemingly oblivious to the fact that Luck was actually flirting with her. Which made it hurt more when she would jokingly flirt back. When Elle flatly told her that she would bring lunch and not leaving a shred of space to dispute it Luck actually purred a little under her breath before she kissed at the shoulder her head rested on. "Yes Ma'am... Lunch would be perfect. She melted under the brunette's kiss to her head and almost didn't let her slip away from the bed, dragging her hands across her in a pitiful attempt to get her to stay in the bed with her. "I hope you like it.... Goodnight Elle." She watched the girl stick out her tongue and silently groaned at the want to taste it as the door shut and left her alone, dressed in sexy lingerie with the tantalizing idea of having Elle laid out on the couch and her rubbing hot oils into her skin. She quickly grabbed her phone and turned on some music, letting the shuffle button choose whatever it wanted to play, and tossed it aside as she flopped onto her back and slowly ran her fingers across her belly and chest as she imagined unhooking Elle's bra and peeling if off of her under the guise of better access to give her a better massage. Running her hands across her body and caressing every inch of her. She wanted so desperately to hear her moan her name. It wasn't long before her hand was slipping beneath the Lacey underwear she was wearing, and she was running her fingers along herself as she groped her breasts. Leading to a quiet but sweet orgasm before bed. Tomorrow could be the day. After eating dinner and catching up on a bit of school work, Elle went to bed in her room. Sleeping soundly, she didn't find herself dreaming much that she could remember. The night went on until the moon began to fade away as the sun rose over the California horizon and casting the morning light in a light orange glow...~~~​Elle stirred before the alarm on her phone had the chance to do any more than buzz. She had been lightly awake already, so she didn't bother letting the sound of the alarm go off as she slid back the covers of her bed and got out of it. She was never much a fan of morning classes, considering that she was more of a night owl. However, it was still a new apartment and the light streaming into the windows had already stirred her awake. She reminded herself that she would need a pair of blackout shades at some point for the corner bedroom. It was bigger... but it also had more light. Grabbing the clothes that she had set out the night before, Elle slid on a pair of yoga pants, a sports bra, and a long tunic-style t-shirt. It was Thursday, so she wasn't going to the gym. However, she also had an early class and planned on being comfortable considering much of it would be hunched over a computer. Throwing her wavy ebony hair into a ponytail and putting on her glasses, Elle made sure to do one last check around to make sure she didn't forget anything before grabbing her backpack and leaving out the front door as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing or waking up Luck as she headed out. Animation Business and Professional Practices That was the name of the class. It wasn't anything very fun compared to classes about story boarding or effects or any sort of production. However, it gave her foundations on how to get a job and build a portfolio. It was something that Elle would have loved to sleep through... if she didn't want to ever get a 'real job' once she graduated from college. Her mind wandered about what would happen once school was over after this year. Of course, she hoped to have a job. However, there were job options everywhere even with the possibility of working from home. She had just gotten her own apartment, so it made sense if she were to stay in California still to be near her family. That lead her to wonder where Luck planned on going and if she planned on staying in California here or going back home... Elle felt a twinge of sadness at the idea, although she wasn't quite sure why. The logical part told her that it was always meant to happen, anyway. After all, it was college. People moved away from school all the time. Sighing and shaking her head, Elle refocused back on the lecture and tried to keep her mind on the present. Luck woke up to the sound of the front door clicking shut, as it rattled one of her windows every time it did, and slowly sat up to rub her eyes and squint at the light fighting against her curtains to gain entry into her room. She had slept through the vibrations of her earliest alarm to her dismay. She had wanted to make breakfast for Elle and send her off with a great morning but apparently her body had disagreed with the decision and left her alone in the apartment which was just unacceptable for her. So she kicked her covers off and took a lightning fast shower so she could get dressed and do a little bit of makeup and try to fix her bed head. It only took her a few minutes to finish up and prance to the kitchen to make a breakfast bowl for Elle. She took her time with the food, unlike her getting ready. Making sure to season and chop the hash browns so they were all roughly the same size and shape. To char the sausage but not burn it so it had a wonderful snap to the bite but not a crunch. Shredding fresh cheese into the bowl so it would melt through everything and topping it with two sunny side up eggs all in a to-go like container she had snagged from a local restaurant a few days back. She put a plastic knife and fork on top of the container before bagging it and tying it shut with a little bow made out of tissue paper. Literally just something to be frilly and cute rather than to keep the bag together. And with everything handled she was off and out of the apartment with her bag and Elle's breakfast in hand. She knew her roommate's class schedule because they had compared times and rooms the first day to see if going together had been simpler so it was nothing to simply head straight for her rookie's first class of the day. Sneaking into the class as the professor was turned the other way she tips toed down to Elle's row and shimmied past the other students, getting a few looks and nods from a couple of guys which she completely ignored as she smiled in Elle's direction. She knelt down in the row behind her so she could whisper in her ear as she reached around her with the bow tied bag of food." You left without breakfast this morning, so I made you this. I'll see you at home for lunch." She didn't want to stay too long and be found out by the professor so she kept it short and sweet before kissing Elle's head and sneaking back out of the room to head to her first class. Hoping that her tight fitted dress with its high on the thigh cut off, and the way she had delivered the breakfast with a mostly still fluffed bed head might get Elle to notice something. It had certainly caught the eye of most of the guys in class that sat near or behind her roommate. And if nothing else the surrounding guys would have had questions about the hot red head that had just snuck in to deliver her a fresh cooked meal. Maybe that would help get the point across. Spoiler: Luck's look this morning The minor commotion that occurred when Luck entered the classroom and delivered her some breakfast. Elle had been about to protest against it, but before she could say anything, Luck had already left and getting up just to tell her that she 'shouldn't have' might have come across rude or ungrateful. Slipping the container under her desk near her backpack, she decided that she'd be able to eat it during the classes break. After another hour passed, the professor dismissed the class for a fifteen-minute break due to the length of the class. Having most of her classes on Mondays and Wednesdays fit into her schedule, but this one five hour long class was the only one time that was available that didn't conflict with another class of hers. At least it left her Tuesdays and every other Friday open... the other half of her Fridays were reserved for a seminar for her looming senior project. Taking out the food and beginning to eat it, one of her classmates leaned in to whisper in to Elle." Hey, uh..." he nodded over to the food, "your sister?"" Roommate," Elle responded, digging into the food, breaking the yolk of the egg." What's she in?" Assuming he meant her major, Elle's brown eyes looked over in annoyance. She assumed that it was because he was interrupting her meal. "She's in music," Elle said shortly before going back to eating." Is she sin-""Sorry buddy, I don't think you're her type," Elle shot him down without giving him another glance. Her classmate let out a huff and went to say something else before somebody got his attention to ask him a question, leaving Elle to finish eating in peace. Finishing up the breakfast, she got up to throw it out before taking the last few minutes of her break to go and get something to drink, As she put coins into the vending machine to get herself a diet cola, she pulled out her phone to send a text.' Thank you for bringing me breakfast, but you really didn't need to come all the way over here just for that. I got us for lunch, see you soon! Lt;3' Luck went about her morning classes on a bit of a high. She had snuck in a little kiss on Elle, and she felt good about her little gift wrapped breakfast. Surely it had to have brightened her roommates morning at least a little. So she sat in her chair in his first class with a bright smile and sparkling eyes as she wrote down notes and made little scribbles on the side of her page when the professor would ramble off about how he felt things might have been at a certain time or what he felt about a certain piece of music. Normally she would gripe and groan about him rolling on but this morning it gave her time to daydream and let her fantasies run wild so she didn't have any complaints. She was heading into her last class of the day still riding the happy feeling when her phone vibrated as she was sitting in her seat. And when she saw Elle's name attached to the header of a text she got a little giddy, hoping it was her telling her she enjoyed the food and thanking her for it. Instead, when she opened it she saw a thank you followed by telling her she didn't need to bring her food. Guessing she hadn't enjoyed the breakfast Luck slumped slightly and sat back in her chair to pout for a moment before sending a reply.' You're welcome. I just wanted to see you and make sure you had breakfast. See you after class.' She tossed her phone back into her bag and mostly ignored it for the rest of class as she took her notes. Not checking it when she got out either, instead just heading straight home to throw her bag on the bed and come back out to the living room and plop down on the couch with a huff. Covering her face with a pillow she groaned and yelled into it with incoherent words, mostly just trying to vent the frustration. It was hard being in love with someone that apparently just couldn't see it. Was she so straighten that she was just oblivious to women entirely? She had to find a way to get her attention, even if it simply ended in Elle telling her she wasn't interested it would still be better than sitting, waiting and wishing for something. She'd poke her for information tonight and see is she could come up with something. 'Sure thing, thanks again. Love ya!' Elle sent the message and took her drink before going back to the classroom. The rest of the lecture was nice on a full stomach, though for a moment it made her almost want to take a nap instead of listening to the professor talk about portfolios. She didn't want to even think about job offers right now when she still hadn't even secured an actual internship. Elle found herself drifting off into distraction, checking her phone every few minutes but nothing popped up. She couldn't wait to get out of the class and be able to get back home. As the lecture was dismissed a few hours later, Elle let out a huge sigh of relief. Outside a meeting for her project tomorrow, her weekend was clearing up, and she would be able to relax. She didn't have any clients until Saturday evening and Elle was looking forward to lunch with Luck today. Hopping into her car and tossing her backpack in the passenger seat, Elle drove to a local Japanese place that wasn't too far out of the way of the department. Stocking up on a sushi platter, some noodles, and tons of dumplings, she put the food next to her bag before making her way home. Walking into the apartment, Elle called out "Honey, I'm home," in a joking voice out to her friend. "Food's in the kitchen," Elle announced. Luck poked her head out from the pillow as her friend came into the apartment and walked right past her through the living room calling out that she was home. She watched her walk into the kitchen to set food down and smiled while rolling her eyes. She really was oblivious. So maybe there was a chance after all that she might get her to notice something before they died of old age. Or at the very least left school and never really saw each other again. The concept of not seeing Elle was a decidedly upsetting one so she pushed it aside as she stayed there on the couch and rustled her dress a bit. Finally slipping off the couch to bound up behind her roommate and wrap her arms around her and kiss her neck. "Welcome home...." She sniffed at the bag and smiled enthusiastically as the smell of noodles and sushi hit her nose. "Sushi?! You are spoiling me? What's the occasion?" She gave her a squeeze around her waist before sliding off of her to find herself a seat on the counter next to bag of food and peer down into it still smiling. "Do you want your massage before or after lunch?... I prefer after. You can be my dessert." A small blush floated across her cheeks as she so forwardly flirted with her roommate. But the thought of rubbing that lovely woman down with oils before slipping between her legs to enjoy a meal far better than any dumpling could offer made her spine tingle and goosebumps to trail up her arms as closed her eyes to revel in it for just a second. "Why don't we get a shower to wash off that school smell and go get comfortable on the couch?" Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she offered a shower and left it open to be accepted as a joint one rather than them taking turns. "No special occasion, just figured that we should treat ourselves after our first full week back... or, almost," Elle said with a shrug. They still had yesterday to get through, but barely anybody had classes on Fridays anyway except for Freshmen. As she began to make her place, Elle was about to answer the question about the massage she caught the flirtatious comment, causing the brunette to flush across the cheeks forcing her to look down and somehow hide it. Things like this didn't normally bother her from men, but Luck's comment was exceptionally forward."Let's see about dessert later, we can probably find something a bit more sweet for you," Elle teased, ruffling Luck's red locks with her hand before the offer of a shower was given... Elle already had a noodle sticking halfway out of her mouth. Did she need a shower?? Slurping the noodle into her mouth, Elle gave herself a sniff and frowned... maybe she did. "Er, yeah. Let me know if you need the bathroom first before I go in, I guess. It'll be nice to get back into my pajamas, anyway..." she put her things back onto the counter. After all, maybe a shower would be nice... Luck noticed the flush of the brunette's face for just a moment before she looked away to hide it. Giving Luck a very real hope that there was an actual chance at this thing for the first time ever. She had seen Elle brush off a thousand advances from so many different guys and never bat an eye but one actual flirtation from the usually timid red head had brought a blush to her cheeks. Maybe that was the key to it all. Maybe the subtle hints and things just were never going to work and Luck would have to just take actual shots at her from time to time. When Elle insinuated that there could be something sweeter for her, she shook her head before slipping off the counter and opening the fridge to grab a can of sprayable whipped cream and setting it down next to the bag of food that had been brought home. "Sweeter. Check." She didn't avert her eyes from the lovely roommate at first, letting there be no mistake that she meant to eat it off of her if given the opportunity. They had never really talked about each other's sexual preferences. Luck never brought anyone home and hardly ever went on any dates, so there was never any real reason to ask her about what she liked, but she was going to make it very clear to Elle that she was exactly what she liked." Well if you want to get into pajamas faster we could just take one together... I could scrub your back for you." She leaned in with a grin before kissing Elle's shoulder and sauntering off to go find herself something more relaxed than the short dress she had worn for the breakfast delivery, stopping just before she got out of sight as she began to pull the dress up and off. It's stopping just below her breasts leaving her standing there in next to nothing but a pair of lacy boy shorts and a mashed up dress that did nothing more than a tube top would. "I didn't cause a stir in your class, did I? I tried to get out before the professor saw me." Elle gave a chuckle at the whipped cream before hiding the pink in her cheeks from behind her hand. "I was thinking something like ice cream... but that'd probably get cold so we should use bowls," she responded with amusement at the antics and from what she assumed was joke flirting. Hearing Luck's question about class, Elle gave a smirk. "Not too much, but there was a guy asking about you in my class. Do you want me to tell him you're available?" she questioned, looking over to Luck and grinning. She had shot him down, but who knows... maybe Luck would have been into him." And while I'm all for saving water, I'm going to decline. Go ahead before me, I am going to put some of my school stuff away so I can relax without having to deal with it later," Elle said, the blush still present due to the 'jokes'. Elle shot down every flirtatious come on, every little poke of attention and every invitation for them to do something extracurricular together without a thought and all Luck could do was sigh as her shoulders slumped, and she finished pulling the dress off but held it to her chest to keep herself covered. Elle was obviously a bottomless pit for her feelings and she needed to simply cut off the flow so she could eventually just move on, especially since this was there last year together in school." No. He wouldn't be my type...since you know...he's a guy...and I'm not into guys..." She pointed down the hall immediately after her little confession. "I'll grab a quick shower and find something more appropriate to wear for food and movies..." She didn't stand around and wait for a response before simply sulking off down the hall and entering the bathroom. Shutting and locking the door behind her so she could crawl into the tub and simply turn the water on as hot as it would go without seriously burning herself. She had no intention of actually washing herself, she had done nothing but sit in a classroom all morning after making and delivering Elle her breakfast. So she just kind of sat on the tub floor for a few minutes letting the water just wash over her as she wiped at her eyes to remove the stinging feeling of tears. Once she was rinsed off she figured she would just go get the biggest fluffiest sweater and pajama pants she could find to put on. No reason to put anything alluring on, and she needed to start training herself to stop trying so hard for Elle. The hardest part would be the smaller things. The laundry, dinners, the late night chats where she just let her vent about her day, and they spent the rest of the time cuddling and watching stupid videos. Those would be the hardest things to give up. Hearing Luck mention that she wasn't into guys caused Elle to pause. Her roommate had never said that she was into girls, although Elle never really thought to ask. Even if she had suspicions, she wouldn't have asked Luck outright anyway in case of risk of offending her. Either way, Luck was Elle's best friend, and she would support her with whoever she wanted to date so it didn't matter to her. Giving a shrug, Elle went to go put her things away while Luck showered. She was blissfully unaware of the turmoil and sadness that her friend was feeling only mere walls away due to Elle's own obliviousness. Setting her backpack into her bedroom closet and tossing her binder with that weekend's homework in it on the bed, Elle chose to play through her phone while waiting for the shower to free up. She answered emails from clients, cleared her social media notifications, and gave a quick once over of her OnlyFans. Eventually, as Luck got out of the shower, Elle was waiting by the door in her robe waiting to be let in. She had her clean clothes on in her hand to change into but not much else. She was eager to be able to change into her pajamas and just relax, the two of them. Luck got out of the shower and wrapped herself up in her towel but didn't worry about drying her hair just yet, instead just walking out of the bathroom and past Elle, straight into her room and shut the door behind herself without a word. There really wasn't anything to say between the two of them at this point anyway so it was better not to get into small talk. She took her time finding something to wear and ended up just slipping into a loose fitting pair of work out shorts and a tank top. She didn't grab a bra simply out of laziness since her breasts were small and perky, and it wasn't really needed. She didn't leave her room until she heard the shower kick on again, that way she knew that Elle wouldn't be in the hallway. So she snagged one of the blankets off of her bed and wrapped herself up in it like a cocoon before making her way back to the living room and finding herself a seat on the couch and leaning into the arm of it to use as a pillow while she waited for her roommate to come out and join her. Deciding this would be the last night they spent together like this. Being friends was one thing, but she needed to stop dotting on her roommate and spending whatever time she had with her. It wasn't going to help her attempt to move past her if she kept it up. In the time she had to kill as she waited she played on her phone, looking at Elle's OnlyFans for a short time before she cancelled her subscription and deleted the site from her phone's memory. Changing the background wallpaper from a picture of the two of them laughing together to some stock photo that came with the phone. And downloading tinder, making a very quick profile with not much info on it, and putting a picture as her ID photo that she had taken and sent to Elle once of her body twisted in an alluring pose with a set of lingerie on. Her face wasn't in the photo so she didn't think anything of posting it. Elle had been the only one to see the lingerie or a large amount of her tattoos so it wasn't like anyone would recognize her. The evening after Elle had arrived home and taken a shower then seemed to take on a different tone. She had brought out their sushi to the living room and plopped down on the couch, offering Luck the remote. However, Luck didn't seem to be as invested in the evening as she had been that morning. Pouring them each a drink, Elle put them out on the coffee table and sat in front of it and began to dig into their food." You can pick the show if you want," Elle offered, handing Luck the remote to the smart TV. It didn't matter much to Elle what they watched. It was just nice being able to relax with her best friend without the stress of school or Elle's job. Grabbing her chopsticks, Elle popped a piece of salmon roll into her mouth and leaned up against the couch with her back awaiting Luck's decision. Luck unwrapped enough to accept the remote from her friend and stared blankly at the screen of the TV as she slowly surfed through the many options available to them. She knew it didn't really matter what she put on because originally the night had been decidedly for them to be together and what they were having play on the TV wasn't the focus of the evening, but she figured since she had made herself rather clear tonight that she had wanted something more than a friendship with the roommate, and it had been shot down with a giggle that the night was a wash at this point so she might as well find something she would enjoy watching for the next few hours.Finally, she just flipped to Amazon Prime and set up Parscale to play, at least it was something funny and campy while still being interesting, and she could zone out with it for a while. So with it chosen she tossed the remote onto the couch between them and replaced it with the drink that was poured for her and snuggled back down into her blanket to watch the show. Her appetite for the delicious fish had been dashed with her excitement for the evening, and she found she wasn't hungry at all now. She just wanted to drink on her empty stomach until she blacked out, and if the universe was forgiving she wouldn't wake up until it was time to spend the days back at school.

College Torture LucixCharlieKitty|rating:3.0

Interfacing with the Family_ TheWanderingMuse _ TippedVelvet

Booting…BIOS found… Initiating POST sequence…POST complete Initializing startup… Raw data flooded her buffer. Cid’s internal clock indicated that three months, seventeen days, six hours, and eleven minutes had passed since she was fully online. Between then and now various standby states had been initiated, mostly like to remote-control her frame. Telemetry indicated that she was airborne and moving. Her startup routine completed. All systems online. The Behavioral Interface imposed a template over her cerebral cortex, some modified version of ‘Slutty Maid’. Great. French maid costumes and bad accents all around. She had a new sleeve, too, though there was no data on its appearance or configuration. Cid groaned internally. She hated new sleeves–the skin was always baby-soft, even on the soles of her feet. Walking was going to be interesting for the next few days. She wriggled her toes and was pleased to discover that they were encased in a soft, fitted slipper of some sort. Hopefully her tits weren't enormous like her last sleeve. She really hated that. There was a lot she didn't understand about human sexuality. Most of it, really. But the near-universal obsession with those fatty mounds was just beyond her. It transcended gender and orientation. There was no logic to it. She noted the rhythmic breathing of a nearby human. But only one. She opened her eyes, which would be a synthetic shade of blue. It was a violation of Directorate law to disguise a synthetic human as an organic one. Her eye color was one of the few characteristics her primary user couldn’t change. Cid was in the passenger seat of a standard civilian hovercraft. A man occupied the pilot’s chair. He wasn’t flying, that was being handled by the onboard AI. There was a tablet in his hand. Her interface, no doubt. Making him the one who powered her up. There was no one else in the cabin, confirming her earlier observation. A new primary user. Anxiety flickered in her chest, causing her performance to drop 2%. She met his gaze and offered a tight-lipped smile. “Hello, I am C1D63718. If you have legitimately purchased me, you may initiate primary-user transfer at any time simply by saying, ‘Initiate primary user transfer now.’ If you do not have a receipt of purchase, please return me to the nearest Xia mic office for a reward.” (Caballero had just finished reading the user manual for the AI unit he’d just purchased, and his heart was racing a million miles an hour. Ever since he’d gotten the idea of purchasing one of the sexpots he’d been so nervous and excited about it. He was initially worried about what his friends and family might think, despite the fact the company that created these synthetics boosted that they were nearly indistinguishable from real people he had his doubts, but now that he was seeing the unit in action he was completely blown away. Despite the unsettling synthetic eyes, Basil couldn't deny how incredibly beautiful the unit was. Every inch of her was so realistic and convincing. He’d taken a few minutes to go over the unit thoroughly to make sure there was no damage or visible defects, and as he did, he felt himself awed by how realistic it was… how realistic she was. Once his inspection was complete he finished reading the user manual and then took out the command tablet and took a deep breath to steady himself. He couldn’t believe this was happening… that he was going to bring home this synthetic and pass it off as a simple maid unit in their household. He’d been talking for weeks about getting a maid to help around the house as he set up the backstory, and now it was all finally coming together. As far as his wife Erin and their kids knew, Basil was on his way to the mainland to pick up a new maid model AI. He told his family he’d had a few conversations with the company over the phone and that it seemed like the perfect unit for their needs, and had come highly recommended, and that he was going to pick her up and bring her back to the family’s island and do a probation period for a week to see if she’d fit in and be a permanent addition to the island staff. His wife had been begging him for as long as he could remember for a maid, and now he thought he had the perfect cover to bring this sexpot into the home.(took a deep breath as he powered up the unit and watched as the entire synthetic creature came to life before his very eyes. Her beautiful perky breasts rose and fell as she began breathing, and her breathtaking blue eyes fluttered to life and began blinking like a living being. For a long moment he just stared at her in awe as the seemingly lifeless figure beside him was now a perfect replica of a living breathing human being. When she spoke Basil jumped a little, then laughed at his skittishness. Her voice was so soft and full of life… with the barest hint of a seductive lilt to it. The sound coming from her glossy pink lips was flawlessly human, and again he marveled at the technology. He sat there and stared a little longer until he registered that she’d just greeted him, and he hadn’t responded.” Oh! Hello… Cid. I’m going to call you Cid,” he said, immediately looking to remove the number designation from her name. His eyes roamed over her animated body now, and he felt a flush of guilt wash over him as he found himself leering at her.” Yes, let’s begin please. Initiate primary user transfer,” he said as he pulled the receipt from his pocket just in case he needed it. He couldn’t believe this plan was coming together… and now that he was seeing the synthetic in action he was pretty sure this would be able to fool everyone flawlessly. He couldn’t wait to get back home and introduce her to his family. (” Oh! Hello… Cid. I’m going to call you Cid.” Cid didn’t immediately reply. Though itappearedthat he was her new owner, it wasn’t confirmed. Until it was, her status was guarded. Her expression remained neutral. She folded her hands in her lap and waited.” Yes, let’s begin please. Initiate primary user transfer.”“It would be my pleasure,” she said. Cid guided him through the transfer process. It was fairly straight forward. Primary Users gave their units a unique code when they took ownership of them. To transfer ownership, all the primary user had to do was give the code to someone else and have them initiate a transfer. (To prevent theft, primary users were encouraged to give their units a second code. If under duress, they could then give that code to a potential thief. When the thief gave the false code to the unit, the unit would immediately (and secretly) contact the authorities.) Once the code was verified, Cid asked to shake her new primary user’s hand, which would create a genetic bond between the two. During the handshake, her eyes flashed briefly from gray to green. She released his hand and said, “I am now bonded to you as my primary user.” He hadn't given his name. She added, "What is your preferred designation?" An unaffected smile touched Cid’s face. Her last primary user had been a total dick. This guy couldn’t be worse. Though on the surface she was all poise and business, her mind raced. She had no idea where she was, who he was, or what his intentions were. Marquez, her previous owner, would have sold her for scrap if the price was right. This guy didn’t look the type, but he could certainly be a weirdo. He didn’t seem like a weirdo. He seemed a little nervous and a lot excited. That probably meant they were going to bang soon. That was good. A satisfied PU was a content PU, which made her life markedly easier. Besides, sex was sex and Cid got it whenever she could.“I see you’ve given me a new sleeve, and installed a behavioral template, Slutty Maid.” She raised a brow. “The interface options can be quite extensive. If you need any help, I would be happy to offer you some guidance. You can adjust my arousal settings, configure me so that my needs align with specific kinks or fetishes, and add others as secondary users or grant someone shared primary user status.” Cid took a moment to glance at her clothing. She wasn’t wearing the typical ‘slutty maid’ attire, a French maid costume, but the uniform of an actual domestic unit: gray slacks, a long-sleeved gray button down, and standard issue padded slippers. Either this man had a very specific kink, or there was more going on here than initial analytics indicated. Basil looked pleasantly excited and amused as Cid came online and began to interface with him. The excitement that rushed through him reminded him of being a kid again, of experiencing a wonder that he’d never explored before, and he was enthusiastic to get things going. When it… no, when she… prompted him for a name he looked surprised. He didn’t realize he’d be able to customize her aside from the physical appearance he’d picked from the catalog. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bounced a finger off his bottom lip as he thought about it for a moment. There were so many names that he thought would suite her, but he wanted to pick the perfect one. Eventually he settled on a name, a mischievous little grin settling over his features.” I believe I’ll call you Harley,” he said, giving a nod to one of the most beautiful women he’d known: Margo Robbie. Harley Quinn was sexy, energetic, enthusiastic, and more than a little naughty, and he thought that name suited this new unit perfectly.” Yes. Your new name will be Harley,” he repeated more firmly. When she began to ruin through the sleeve he’d purchased his cheeks began to burn red. He knew what she was and what secret motives he had for purchasing her, but hearing her talk about it so openly and casually was a tough embarrassing for him. He felt like he was doing something wrong, something naughty and depraved, and perhaps in some ways he was. On the flip side, his wife had a vibrator she occasionally used when she was feeling the mood, so this wasn’t all that different from that, he thought to himself. Sure, that was a stretch, but it made him feel a little less ashamed of the things he had in mind when he thought of it like that.” Well, the first thing that needs to supersede everything else is your true function needs to remain hidden from my wife and children,” he said quietly. He kept trying to convince himself that this wasn’t really cheating, that she wasn’t a living, breathing being, and therefore he wasn’t being unfaithful to his wife… but he knew she would see things differently if she knew what Harley was capable of.” You must maintain the charade that you’re simply a maid unit and that your only function is to help around the house with cleaning, watching the kids, maybe occasionally running errands… that type of stuff. The last thing I need is my wife catching us… umm… is… umm… doing anything she would deem inappropriate.” His eyes searched Harley’s as he waited for her response to that. He hoped it would be something she was capable of. The salesperson he’d worked with had assured him that the unit could maintain discretion and that there were whole packages of software centered on that kind of thing. Apparently he wasn’t the only unfulfilled husband who had sought out this kind of AI unit. As he spoke, he reached out and took her pre-offered hand and allowed her to create the physical bond the salesperson had mentioned. When he grasped her hand he was amazed at how warm and truly lifelike it was. He’d seen how realistic the units had been, but this was his first time touching one, and he was blown away by how flawlessly human she felt. He couldn’t help but take the moment to caress her flesh as he held her hand, and he wondered just how amazing the rest of her was going to feel. Again a wave of embarrassment washed over him as he continued to try to get comfortable with all of this. It seemed like it was too good to be true, a naughty dream coming to life before his very eyes, and he couldn’t begin to imagine how incredible things were going to be. He struggled to push back those emotions and his growing desire though. Right now he had to focus on setting her up correctly and ensuring her true purpose was thoroughly masked from his wife and kids. (” I believe I’ll call you Harley… Yes. Your new name will be Harley.”“Harley confirmed,” Cid said. “I like it.” Just a few minutes in and he was already leagues ahead of her previous primary user. For one, she was clothed. For another, her name wasn’t ‘slut face’.“How would you like me to refer to you?” As he stated his name, Cid noted the rising color in his cheeks. His anxiety was rising. It was a further reassurance. Assholes didn’t blush around their sexpots. Then he gave her his next set of instructions and the bottom dropped out of the situation.” Well, the first thing that needs to supersede everything else is your true function needs to remain hidden from my wife and children.” Shit.” You must maintain the charade that you’re simply a maid unit and that your only function is to help around the house with cleaning, watching the kids, maybe occasionally running errands… that type of stuff. The last thing I need is my wife catching us… umm… is… umm… doing anything she would deem inappropriate.” Shit. Shit. Shit. A wife. Kids. It wasn’t a moral issue. Cid had no qualms about having sex with a married man–as if she had a say–but drama inevitably followed. There was no way around it. A wife could and would make her life hell. While he spoke (humans took forever to form and arrange sentences) she pinged the craft’s AI and requested whatever info it had on the family. In short order she had names, ages, and photos. His wife was named Erin. His kids, Imogen and Gavin. It was a relief to discover his children were adults, but it was still a concern. Though her primary concern rested with Erin.“You needn’t worry about me. I can function perfectly well as a standard domestic unit. I suggest that you specify my allowed sexual partners in my settings. By default, I can engage in sexual activity with any legal adult. Directorate law and my core programming prevents me from initiating sexual activity with a minor, though as with adults, I can be forced into non-consensual activities.” Contrary to depictions on popular media, civilian synthetics were not fantastically stronger than organic humans. She wasn’t any stronger than an average woman of her size, and the fact that her programming prevented her from harming a human made it easier for her to be forced into sexual situations.“You should be aware of the fact that standard domestic models do not have genitals. My breasts, hips, and buttocks are all more pronounced than a standard model. My sleeve seems to be more attractive than a standard model as well.” She considered him a moment and added, “Have you considered confiding in your wife. Erin is her name, correct? The ship AI gave me her name and the names of your children. If you’re not opposed to sharing me, it could work out to your benefit. Assuming, that is, your wife is sexually attracted to women.” When it… no, when she… asked how she should refer to him, he thought about it for a long moment. His mind was already racing with devious intent, but he knew the key to this working was to ensure discretion. Still, he yearned for something a little naughty and intimate… and that’s when it stuck him.” Whenever anyone else is present you’re to refer to me as Mr. Caballero, my wife as Mrs. Cavell, and my children as their first names,” he said confidently. Then wicked grin appeared on his lips,” But when it’s just the two of us, you’re to refer to me as Master.” He knew the units capabilities and that she could detect whenever there were others around. Not only would it serve to turn him on when they were alone, it also gave him a warning in case someone was nearby and listening in. When she referred to him as his proper title he knew someone was near and that he needed to maintain the innocent appearance. When she went into talking about her sexual preferences, Basil felt a rush of excitement. He knew why he’d purchased her, of course, but just hearing it being spoken about so bluntly was oddly arousing.” You’re allowed to flirt with any of them,” he said quickly, without giving it much thought. His mind was thinking of Erin and how exciting it might be if she started to have feelings for Harley, and it led to more. He didn’t realize he was also giving her the green light to do that with his children as well.” Respond in kind to whatever she gives you, never initiate the flirting, but absolutely allow yourself to respond in kind if approached in such a manner,” he added, solidifying his intentions for her. Again he felt a whisper of a thrill trickle through his mind as he imagined his wife finding sexual relief with Harley too. He knew it was unlikely, but he couldn’t help but visualize the three of them engaged in sexual activities together. Maybe, just maybe, this could also be a key in rekindling some of the sexual fire that no longer existed in his marriage. He chuckled when she pointed out the obvious that she was a far more beautiful and sexually attractive model than most standard AI were. He hadn’t opted for anything outrageous, but she was clearly a very natural beauty but not so overly so that his wife or kids might suspect anything. Basil was pleased when Harley seemed to be catching on about his secret hope that maybe his wife would begin to find her attractive as well. He’d already covered it a bit, but hearing her acknowledge it and having her own ideas on luring Erin in too was music to his ears.” Again though, harmless flirting unless she were to initiate further. You will also tell her that anything she confides in you, or anything that happens, will remain a secret. You will of course tell me everything though. If any flirting takes place I wish to know about it the next time we are alone,” he added. He still couldn’t believe this was all happening, that he’d gotten this bold excited and was finally crossing the line to bring someone like Harley into his relationship. Too many nights he’d found himself sexually frustrated and neglected… and now he would have this incredible looking woman to satisfy his desires. He couldn’t wait to start exploring all the fantasies he’d had for far too long. Character stuff The Family Basil Caballero. Current primary user. Erin Caballero (Basil’s wife. Initial Disposition: Guarded. Erin suspects that there is more to ‘Harley’ than meets the eye. Cid will have a difficult time fooling her. Erin could possibly become sexually curious about her. Erin is highly intelligent. Secretly, she nurtures the fantasy of being with another woman. She hasn’t acted on that fantasy, but she came close with a coworker, something she feels intense guilt over. Imogen Caballero (Basil’s 22-year-old daughter. Initial Disposition: Intrigued. Imogen doesn’t initially suspect Cid is a sexpot. However, Imogen has emerging dominant traits. Since Cid has a submissive template installed (slutty maid), Cid will feel drawn to submit to her for reasons she doesn’t immediately understand. Like her mother, Imogen is bisexual, though she hasn’t been with a woman yet. When she masturbates, it is always to thoughts of another woman. She has a dome streak that even she isn’t aware of. Gavin Caballero. Basil’s 19-year-old son. Initial Disposition: Appalled. Gavin is disgusted over what he sees as a gross ethical violation: owning a synthetic lifeforms. Since he is socially awkward, this may come across as hostility toward Cid. Gavin has genius level intelligence. He is the most intelligent member of the family, but also the most awkward. Gavin is the only person in the house who is still a virgin. His attraction to Cid will be at odds with his loathing of her situation Cid’s Current RulesAproved Designations. Basil as ‘Mr. Caballero’ in public. ‘Master’ in private. Erin is ‘Mrs. Caballero’. Imogen and Gavin are first names Maid Presentation. Cid is to present as a standard domestic model (maid). She is not permitted to deviate from this template. Flirting. Cid is allowed to flirt with any member of the family. This contradicts the ‘maid presentation’, above, as domestic units are incapable of flirting. Specific to Erin? Never initiate flirting. Can reciprocate. Can take further (instructions unclear). Indicate privacy is assured (deceive). Report any flirtatious behavior to primary user. ‘Her’ can be any female in the house. Loose Ideas camp; Notes Gavin has hacked the house AI. He is aware of virtually everything that happens over the home Wi-Fi, including private messages and the like. At some point, Gavin’s desire for Cid will outweigh his morality. He’ll initiate some awkward, ham fisted attempt at seduction. Perhaps groping her, or something to that effect. Drama ensues Erin will eventually confide in Cid, telling her about the affair she nearly had. Imogen delights giving Cid orders. Making her paint her toenails, do her laundry, make her bed, dress her, bathe her, that sort of thing. It’s her dominant streak coming to the surface.(” Whenever anyone else is present you’re to refer to me as Mr. Caballero, my wife as Mrs. Cavell, and my children as their first names. But when it’s just the two of us, you’re to refer to me as Master.”“Yes, Master. It is my pleasure.” Cid’s arousal ticked up by two percent. The ‘Slutty Maid’ template was naturally submissive. Any time she was in a situation where she was the submissive, she would become aroused.” You’re allowed to flirt with any of them.” Cid barely managed to contain her surprise. Any of them? Was he seriously suggesting that she flirt with his children? Human sexuality boggled her mind. Every time she thought she had it figured out, something like this happened.” Respond in kind to whatever she gives you, never initiate the flirting, but absolutely allow yourself to respond in kind if approached in such a manner.” Her.Cid hesitated. She generally craved specificity. Hercould be Erin or Imogen. As far as her programming was concerned, here could be anyone who identified as female.” Again though, harmless flirting unless she were to initiate further. You will also tell her that anything she confides in you, or anything that happens, will remain a secret. You will of course tell me everything though. If any flirting takes place I wish to know about it the next time we are alone.” Again with the. Acting more on instinct than logic, Cid decided against asking for clarification. Either on that or the definition of flirting. Or what he meant by initiating favor. She was a sexpot. She spent most of her time wanting to bang something. Anything, usually. The ambiguity gave her options, which she liked. She wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of deceiving one of her users, especially considering that Erin was Basil’s wife and could make her life hell if she wanted. This could go all sorts of wrong, and Cid knew it. She decided to wait until she could form an opinion of Erin and gauge her disposition before taking any action.“I understand, Master. I should have no trouble complying with your commands. If I have questions, I will ask. Now, would you like me to guide you through the configuration process? It is quite extensive.” Cid started with the basics, guiding him through the many nested screens that made up her configuration menu. First, her base arousal. Her arousal would rise 15% per day, every day, or 0.625% per hour. The ceiling was 99%. Whenever she climaxed, her arousal dropped to zero. Her base arousal could be raised, but not lowered. The minimum 0.625% was hard-coded. Further, she could not masturbate to orgasm, even at 99%, without the express consent of her primary user or any designated sexual partner. This prevented sexpots from ‘cheating’ on their owners and taking care of their own needs. They were utterly dependent on their owners for sexual release. Every part of her body could be made more or less sensitive. Her erogenous zones could be made more or less sensitive. Her vagina, clitoris, labia, breasts, nipples, perineum and anus all had separate controls.Non-erogenous zones could be turned into erogenous zones. This enabled owners with various fetishes to not only indulge their fantasies, but make it so that their sexbotswantedthem to indulge. Using feet (the most common sexual fetish) as an example, Cid showed Basil how the various areas of her feet and toes could be made erogenous, and their sensitivity increased or decreased. He could even make it so that, with every step she took, she became more and more aroused. The same could be done with every part of her body. Her navel, ears, neck, thighs, and so on, could all be adjusted. More unusual kinks were also covered. Basil could link pleasure and pain, if he so desired, making it so that she would become aroused if he punished her. Cid could be made to ejaculate or to lactate, and the flavor of her fluids could be altered to suit his tastes. After six models of sexpots and decades of research and improvements, Cid’s controls were so extensive that virtually any kink could be accommodated. The only limit was Basil’s desires and imagination. Finally, Cid showed him the monitoring screen, where Basil could check her current arousal (now at 8%, all this talk of configuration excited her) and her last orgasm (zero, since reboot). As well as various logs which recorded her movements, conversations, any errors, and so on. She waited, atomic heart racing with anticipation, to see what changes her new primary user would make.[/list][/list] Basil watched on happily as Harley continued to come online and go through the steps of becoming his completely. This was such an exciting moment for him, and he could barely wait to get back to the car and get her home. He listened on eagerly as she explained her settings and all the different things her software monitored, and he tried to memorize it all as she went. He knew he was going to forget some of it, so he made a mental note to read through the documentation the company had sent him when he’d purchased the unit. From what he did hear and understood, she sounded like the absolute perfect solution for his sexless marriage.” You are absolutely amazing,” he breathed as he looked her over again, his eyes tracing every toned and shapely curve of her body. God, he couldn’t wait to touch her, to feel her, to kiss her. He suddenly realized he was standing there gawking at her, and he shook his head, snapping himself out of it. When she started to bring her initial presentation to a close he showed her on the tablet where her base arousal was at 8% and a sudden urge came over him. He glanced down at the hovercraft’s navigation system and noted they were still a half hour away from the house. With that, he reached over and flipped a switch on the dashboard of the hovercraft and the privacy windows all around them faded to near black as the privacy screens were activated. The visibility for them looking out had been severely reduced, but they were impenetrable from the outside. No one who they happened to pass would be able to see in at all.” So, let me get this straight. This setting right here is your base arousal, what you’re currently feeling?” he asked, confirming what he was sure he had right. When she acknowledged it he smiled down at the tablet thoughtfully and then moved the slider up until the meter read 90% and pushed the ‘apply’ button. He swallowed nervously as he looked back up at Harley, not quite sure what to expect, but eager to see. Character stuff The Family Basil Caballero. Current primary user. Erin Caballero (Basil’s wife. Initial Disposition: Guarded. Erin suspects that there is more to ‘Harley’ than meets the eye. Cid will have a difficult time fooling her. Erin could possibly become sexually curious about her. Erin is highly intelligent. Secretly, she nurtures the fantasy of being with another woman. She hasn’t acted on that fantasy, but she came close with a coworker, something she feels intense guilt over. Imogen Caballero (Basil’s 22-year-old daughter. Initial Disposition: Intrigued. Imogen doesn’t initially suspect Cid is a sexpot. However, Imogen has emerging dominant traits. Since Cid has a submissive template installed (slutty maid), Cid will feel drawn to submit to her for reasons she doesn’t immediately understand. Like her mother, Imogen is bisexual, though she hasn’t been with a woman yet. When she masturbates, it is always to thoughts of another woman. She has a dome streak that even she isn’t aware of. Gavin Caballero. Basil’s 19-year-old son. Initial Disposition: Appalled. Gavin is disgusted over what he sees as a gross ethical violation: owning a synthetic lifeforms. Since he is socially awkward, this may come across as hostility toward Cid. Gavin has genius level intelligence. He is the most intelligent member of the family, but also the most awkward. Gavin is the only person in the house who is still a virgin. His attraction to Cid will be at odds with his loathing of her situation Cid’s Current RulesAproved Designations. Basil as ‘Mr. Caballero’ in public. ‘Master’ in private. Erin is ‘Mrs. Caballero’. Imogen and Gavin are first names Maid Presentation. Cid is to present as a standard domestic model (maid). She is not permitted to deviate from this template. Flirting. Cid is allowed to flirt with any member of the family. This contradicts the ‘maid presentation’, above, as domestic units are incapable of flirting. Specific to Erin? Never initiate flirting. Can reciprocate. Can take further (instructions unclear). Indicate privacy is assured (deceive). Report any flirtatious behavior to primary user. ‘Her’ can be any female in the house. Loose Ideas camp; Notes Gavin has hacked the house AI. He is aware of virtually everything that happens over the home Wi-Fi, including private messages and the like. At some point, Gavin’s desire for Cid will outweigh his morality. He’ll initiate some awkward, ham fisted attempt at seduction. Perhaps groping her, or something to that effect. Drama ensues Erin will eventually confide in Cid, telling her about the affair she nearly had. Imogen delights giving Cid orders. Making her paint her toenails, do her laundry, make her bed, dress her, bathe her, that sort of thing. It’s her dominant streak coming to the surface.(” So, let me get this straight. This setting right here is your base arousal, what you’re currently feeling?” Cid nodded once. “Yes, Master. You are correct. There are multiple settings that–Ah!” Her arousal spiked and kept climbing. Color climbed her throat and cheeks. Her eyes fixed on her primary user, desperate and glassy. Her hands clenched and released. She hissed out a tortured, uneven breath.“Master, I–” She closed her eyes. Licked her lips. Her left rose toward her breast and stopped, muscles taut as piano wire, as she resisted the urge to touch herself–it would only make it worse. Her toes curled in her shoes. Furthermore, her knees pressed together. 90% was brutal. She’d known primary users who would leave her there for hours in delicious agony. Hopefully this one wasn’t as cruel. It was hard to focus. Biological processes took over. Her nipples tightened and constricted. Her labia swelled, engorging with synthetic blood. Lubricant soaked her panties. She closed her eyes, and with no small effort, opened them again. Her pupils were fully dilated. They fixed on her primary user. She was completely at his mercy. He could let her slake her lust on him. He could make it so that she couldn’t orgasm at all, or only by giving him pleasure, or any of a thousand other options, all literally at his fingertips. Furthermore, he could designate any part of her body as her soul erogenous zone and make her orgasm that way. Furthermore, he could make her spread her legs so he could watch. It was all up to him.“Master, please,” she began. “How may I please you?”[/list][/list] Basil was shocked by the instant transformation. She’d gone from a polite but monotone explanation of her settings to a desperate, lustful voice almost begging him to command her. He still couldn’t believe any of this was happening… and he started to worry that maybe his wife would reject her and push her away claiming they didn’t need a maid. Of course, she did though, she was always complaining about how much work there was to do around the house and how she never had enough time… but one sight of the breathtakingly beautiful unit might make her rethink that.”God, you are remarkable,” he breathed, pushing the thoughts of his wife from his head. There would be plenty of time to deal with that when they got back home and Erin got back from her tennis lessons, but for now there were much better things to focus his attention on. His eyes roamed over the beautiful synthetic body and he studied it. She truly was a masterpiece. If not for the eyes he wouldn’t be able to distinguish her from the real thing… at least not the parts of her he could see.” I’d like you to strip for me, Harley. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body,” he said timidly. He knew he had bought her, that she was his property, but there was still hesitation when simply ordering such a beautiful woman to obey his commands, synthetic or not.(he watched her start to obey he couldn’t help but feel his own arousal spike. If one of those tablet monitors were hooked up to him, he was sure he’d be hovering around the 90% mark himself and was quickly approaching 100%. He felt his cock hardening instantly just from her breathless tone and the way her body was reacting to him. He reached down and lewdly squeezed his growing bulge through his pants and then glanced cautiously around outside the hovercraft. Furthermore, he knew the privacy glass was engaged, but he still felt as though he was doing something wrong… something dirty… something taboo. Was it all that different though? His wife had a few vibrators she used when he wasn’t around… how was this any different? They were both non-sentient beings… it wasn’t as if he were truly cheating on his wife, was it? The more he struggled with those thoughts the more he wondered if he even cared. If she didn’t find out about any of this then what difference did it make? Harley had promised complete secrecy and discretion, so as long as he was careful and kept his mouth shut no one else would ever know. He slid back in his chair and made a show of adjusting the large bulge in his pants as he continued to watch Harley strip for him.” What would you do if I told you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to me right now and unzip my pants…?” he said, deciding to start to test out his new little toy. Character stuff The Family Basil Caballero. Current primary user. Erin Caballero (Basil’s wife. Initial Disposition: Guarded. Erin suspects that there is more to ‘Harley’ than meets the eye. Cid will have a difficult time fooling her. Erin could possibly become sexually curious about her. Erin is highly intelligent. Secretly, she nurtures the fantasy of being with another woman. She hasn’t acted on that fantasy, but she came close with a coworker, something she feels intense guilt over. Imogen Caballero (Basil’s 22-year-old daughter. Initial Disposition: Intrigued. Imogen doesn’t initially suspect Cid is a sexpot. However, Imogen has emerging dominant traits. Since Cid has a submissive template installed (slutty maid), Cid will feel drawn to submit to her for reasons she doesn’t immediately understand. Like her mother, Imogen is bisexual, though she hasn’t been with a woman yet. When she masturbates, it is always to thoughts of another woman. She has a dome streak that even she isn’t aware of. Gavin Caballero. Basil’s 19-year-old son. Initial Disposition: Appalled. Gavin is disgusted over what he sees as a gross ethical violation: owning a synthetic lifeforms. Since he is socially awkward, this may come across as hostility toward Cid. Gavin has genius level intelligence. He is the most intelligent member of the family, but also the most awkward. Gavin is the only person in the house who is still a virgin. His attraction to Cid will be at odds with his loathing of her situation Cid’s Current RulesAproved Designations. Basil as ‘Mr. Caballero’ in public. ‘Master’ in private. Erin is ‘Mrs. Caballero’. Imogen and Gavin are first names Maid Presentation. Cid is to present as a standard domestic model (maid). She is not permitted to deviate from this template. Flirting. Cid is allowed to flirt with any member of the family. This contradicts the ‘maid presentation’, above, as domestic units are incapable of flirting. Specific to Erin? Never initiate flirting. Can reciprocate. Can take further (instructions unclear). Indicate privacy is assured (deceive). Report any flirtatious behavior to primary user. ‘Her’ can be any female in the house. Loose Ideas camp; Notes Gavin has hacked the house AI. He is aware of virtually everything that happens over the home Wi-Fi, including private messages and the like. At some point, Gavin’s desire for Cid will outweigh his morality. He’ll initiate some awkward, ham fisted attempt at seduction. Perhaps groping her, or something to that effect. Drama ensues Erin will eventually confide in Cid, telling her about the affair she nearly had. Imogen delights giving Cid orders. Making her paint her toenails, do her laundry, make her bed, dress her, bathe her, that sort of thing. It’s her dominant streak coming to the surface.(arousal was high enough to cause Cid’s reliability to drop several percentage points, causing an almost noticeable delay in her response time to commands. Her focus was roughly divided between her primary user and the struggle to keep from touching herself.” I’d like you to strip for me, Harley. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body,” Cid flashed a hungry smile. She wore a standard-issue maid uniform–hardly the stuff of fantasies. There was no ‘sexy’ way to strip out of it, but she did the best she could and set her hips to swaying as she rose and stepped closer to Basil. She toed out of her shoes. She wore white socks underneath but left those on. Her fingers went to the front zipper of her shirt, she twirled as she unzipped it, turning her back to him, exposing first one bare shoulder then the other. She let the shirt slide off her body, revealing a toned back and a periwinkle bra. Glancing back, she winked at him, her expression light and playful. She was happy to be in motion, to have something to do with the energy building up inside. Next, the pants. Again, nothing sexy, just a fitted polyweave uniform. She unbuttoned and unzipped them. She took a moment to caress Basil’s cheek before turning once again and putting her back to him. Furthermore, she pulled her pants down, bending at the hip, an exaggerated and unnecessary gesture designed solely to give him a stunning view of her ass. Once they were around her ankles, she stepped out of them. Underneath was a matching pair of panties. Nothing extraordinary. Her body was smooth and supple, a vision of youthful grace. Her legs went on for miles. Furthermore, her belly was flat and toned, her hips round and her ass smooth. She was literally without blemish. He asked to see every inch of her, and she was delighted to comply. The bra came next. It opened in the front. Cid unclasped it but covered her bare breasts with her hands, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. With a flourish she let the bra drop, revealing perky, pear-shaped breasts and pink, hardening nipples. She squeezed her breasts for him, teasing her nipples, gasping as her arousal shot up another 3%. She was eager to be rid of the panties. Her sex was hot, engorged with blood, aching with need. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slipped out of them in a single, fluid motion, then she tossed them in his lap. Her sex was a bare mound, sermons pubis rose slightly above her tummy, before folding demurely between her thighs.” What would you do if I told you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to me right now and unzip my pants…?” Not a command. But Cid wasn’t an idiot. She’d spent enough time around humans to know they were complex, conflicted creatures. Basil was married. Apparently he hadn’t discussed her with his wife, leaving unanswered the question of how she would react. He wasn’t quite comfortable ordering her around. Yet. It was sweet. And noted. She had her ways of showing her appreciation. She just hoped this moment didn’t come back to bite him. She sank to her knees. “I would be grateful to show you all the ways I can bring you pleasure, Master.” She crawled the short distance to him, tits hanging down and swaying. She gently pushed his knees apart and fit herself between them. Her fingers worked his trousers. Her fingers were cool around his cock. She freed it, looked him in the eye, giving him one last moment to reconsider, then she took the head into her mouth, her soft lips forming a wet seal, her tongue gently lapping, her cheeks going concave as she sucked.[/list][/list] Any expectations Basil had been completely blown out of the water by how effortlessly Harley emulated being a real woman. He’d thought her appearance was incredibly convincing, but it had nothing compared to the way she moved and reacted, the way she emulated a perfectly eager little slut, and he couldn’t have been happier with that he was seeing. The way she teased him as she stripped was masterful and, without even touching him, she had him more aroused than he could ever remember being. She was pure perfection, and he couldn’t wait to explore every erotic fantasy and forbidden kink he had with her. The most incredible part of it all was knowing whatever they did would always remain their depraved little secret.” You are so fucking amazing,” he purred breathlessly as she turned and began to tease him while sliding out of her skirt. The ass that peaked out was one of the most incredible works of art he’d ever seen, as if she’d dedicated years in the gym to achieve such perfection. He licked his lips eagerly and reached down to rub the bulge in his pants, eager to push this to the limit. She dropped to her hands and knees without question and slowly began to crawl towards him while eyeing him seductively, and he felt himself melting under her gaze. It seemed to take an eternity for her to reach him, an eternity he spent ogling every perfect inch of her flawless body. When she called him Master he felt every ounce of restraint melt away, and he knew this was just the beginning of something amazing. His mind raced as all manner of lewd fantasies and excited ideas flooded his thoughts and he couldn’t wait to indulge in them all. He felt her deceptively strong hands gasp his knees and slowly start to spread his legs and his breathing became shallower, more desperate, and as silly as it felt he wanted to beg her to keep going even though she showed no signs of stopping. Her delicate little fingers worked the zipper on his pants, and she reached in and wrapped her fingers around his hard, throbbing length and a desperate little moan poured from his lips. He looked up at him with her unnatural eyes, and he could see what he thought was true lust and eagerness in her gaze as she slowly moved forward and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. It jumped at the feel of her soft, cushion lips and Basil purred excitedly once more. He gazed longingly into her beautiful eyes as she spread her lips wider and start to slide down the length of his cock. Her tongue swirled around it masterfully as so slowly took more and more of it until he felt himself press against the back of her throat and his hand instinctively moved to back of her head to help guide her. It’d been so long since he’d felt someone’s mouth around his cock and he didn’t know if it was because of that or simply because Harley was so perfect at it, but it was the most incredible feeling he could ever remember feeling.” Ugh! Your mouth so good, baby,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward ever so slightly as he forced more of his throbbing length into her eager mouth. (didn’t have a gag reflex. They were predisposed to savor the taste of cum. All Cid really needed was a clean and enthusiastic partner. But mostly clean. That was the important thing, a hurdle Basil cleared with flying colors. She sucked him eagerly, but not hurriedly. Pulling her lips away with a wet pop, she stroked him and said, “I can make this quick, or I can make it last for hours. One day you’ll have to let me take my time with you.” With that, she went back to work. She formed a ring around the base of his cock with the index finger and thumb of her left hand. Her right hand and mouth worked in harmony, sliding up and down his shaft in a steady, building rhythm. When she sensed his moment nearing, Cid switched it up. Her lips formed a seal around the head of his cock. She sucked him eagerly, her tongue caressing the underside of his head. She pumped him with her right hand, while her left acted like a cock ring, controlling the flow of blood. Furthermore, she was going to make him cum, but she wasn’t about to let him get soft. Not with her arousal peaking at over 95%. Basil almost whimpered when she told him of the pleasures she was capable of, and he suddenly wished he hadn’t told his wife he was coming right back. He briefly thought about making up some kind of situation at work that he had to go in and handle, but then he’d have Harley along, and it would be awkward to explain at the very least. No, he needed to keep things normal. The last thing he wanted to do was to start raising everyone’s suspicion.” I can’t wait to explore all the things you can do… and I have no doubt we will,” he said between moans. God, she looked so incredible down on her knees, a true image of pure perfection that they’d sculpted right out his dreams. Even the way she touched him was perfect… she seemed to effortlessly control his arousal, keeping him just on the edge far better than he’d be able to himself.” Fuck, Harley, I want to feel you,” he said as he reached down and slid his hands under her arms and started to lift her. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect, a synthetic creature like her might weigh a ton, or with the company he’d bought her from being so advanced, she could be light as a feather. He didn’t know what to expect so he braced his back and bent at the knees. All he knew was he wanted to lift her up and throw her back onto the couch behind her and truly sample what he’d bought. Every inch of him yearned to feel her for the first time… to slide his cock inside her and feel how incredibly tight and perfect she was. All thoughts of guilt seemed to melt away under the onslaught of the pure excitement she was giving him. He was sure it might come back later, that a part of him might realize this was pretty much cheating… and he’d be doing it with Harley living with them and smiling and serving his wife and kids… a part of him knew that made him a terrible person. Yet it wasn’t as if he were doing this lightly, or resorting to these extremes while in an exciting and fulfilling marriage. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his wife had sex… years, easily. And if he tried to go back to when she’d first initiated it? Well, that might even be measured in decades. No, he wasn’t going to let some twisted view of loyalty to a woman who had shown him she was more interested in his paycheck than his manhood ruin what he’d earned… what he’d craved… what he’d found. Harley was finally going to be his way of being fully pleased in his marriage. He licked his lips and prepared to lift her up to move this to the couch. His cock throbbed to be inside her. Character stuff The Family Basil Caballero. Current primary user. Erin Caballero (Basil’s wife. Initial Disposition: Guarded. Erin suspects that there is more to ‘Harley’ than meets the eye. Cid will have a difficult time fooling her. Erin could possibly become sexually curious about her. Erin is highly intelligent. Secretly, she nurtures the fantasy of being with another woman. She hasn’t acted on that fantasy, but she came close with a coworker, something she feels intense guilt over. Imogen Caballero (Basil’s 22-year-old daughter. Initial Disposition: Intrigued. Imogen doesn’t initially suspect Cid is a sexpot. However, Imogen has emerging dominant traits. Since Cid has a submissive template installed (slutty maid), Cid will feel drawn to submit to her for reasons she doesn’t immediately understand. Like her mother, Imogen is bisexual, though she hasn’t been with a woman yet. When she masturbates, it is always to thoughts of another woman. She has a dome streak that even she isn’t aware of. Gavin Caballero. Basil’s 19-year-old son. Initial Disposition: Appalled. Gavin is disgusted over what he sees as a gross ethical violation: owning a synthetic lifeforms. Since he is socially awkward, this may come across as hostility toward Cid. Gavin has genius level intelligence. He is the most intelligent member of the family, but also the most awkward. Gavin is the only person in the house who is still a virgin. His attraction to Cid will be at odds with his loathing of her situation Cid’s Current RulesAproved Designations. Basil as ‘Mr. Caballero’ in public. ‘Master’ in private. Erin is ‘Mrs. Caballero’. Imogen and Gavin are first names Maid Presentation. Cid is to present as a standard domestic model (maid). She is not permitted to deviate from this template. Flirting. Cid is allowed to flirt with any member of the family. This contradicts the ‘maid presentation’, above, as domestic units are incapable of flirting. Specific to Erin? Never initiate flirting. Can reciprocate. Can take further (instructions unclear). Indicate privacy is assured (deceive). Report any flirtatious behavior to primary user. ‘Her’ can be any female in the house. Loose Ideas camp; Notes Gavin has hacked the house AI. He is aware of virtually everything that happens over the home Wi-Fi, including private messages and the like. At some point, Gavin’s desire for Cid will outweigh his morality. He’ll initiate some awkward, ham fisted attempt at seduction. Perhaps groping her, or something to that effect. Drama ensues Erin will eventually confide in Cid, telling her about the affair she nearly had. Imogen delights giving Cid orders. Making her paint her toenails, do her laundry, make her bed, dress her, bathe her, that sort of thing. It’s her dominant streak coming to the surface.(had hoped to finish him in her mouth and make him hard again before moving on to other things, but it seemed her primary user had other ideas in mind. Cid’s pussy would never serve as a birth canal. This fact allowed her designers to focus on the only purpose it did serve: as a literal conduit of sexual pleasure. It was wreathed in rings of muscle that a biological woman didn’t have. And, true to their design principles, Cid gained as much pleasure as she got from that form of intercourse. She made no objection when he shifted her to the couch. She was happy to be ass-up. Furthermore, she felt his weight settle on her, felt him spread her open. The moment he slid into her, she started cumming, her pelvic muscles contracting violently. She was much tighter than a biological woman, and very wet. As he slid in and out of her, her sex rippled along his shaft, driving him to greater and greater heights, pushing him to the edge of sweet oblivion. At the same time, she arched her back and pushed against him, hands grasping for purchase. Her eyelids fluttered. She moaned as her pleasure crested, and her toes curled in her shoes.“Fuck me, goddammit! I’m not gonna break!”[/list][/list] The weight of desire was almost suffocating as he lifted her ass and angled his hips. He still couldn’t believe this was so real, that she was so… alive… and he held his breath as he prepared himself to enter her. He eyed her hungrily and prepared himself for what was about to happen… and then he slid inside her. It was the most intoxicating and overwhelming feeling when he finally did, his cock slipping inside her as he grunted in ecstasy. The feeling of her warm, tight cunt was incredible as he stretched her and filled her up completely. When the full length of him was buried inside her, he bites out a low, tortured curse.” Holy fuck! That… that feels so incredible!” He could literally feel her cunt gripping him, clenching along his length as if a dozen pairs of the most skilled lips wear pressing down along every inch of his manhood.” Fuck me, goddammit! I’m not gonna break!” she cried out, and there was something so lewd and erotic about hearing this innocent young woman begging him to fuck her. Basil’s chest rose as he sucked in a deep breath,” So fucking tight!” His breathing quickened, and his features strained as he moved ever so slightly. He groaned again, then curls his body over hers, pressing down against her back as he continued to drive his cock in and out in deep slow thrusts. His body is already covered in a sheen of sweat, and he hadn’t increased his pace at all as he savored the feeling of her tight little slit. He drove himself deeper and deeper, his thrusts got more passionate and vicious when he realized he couldn’t possibly hurt her. He reached up and grabbed a fist fistful of her hair and used it for leverage, pulling her head back and her perfect taut body onto his throbbing cock. Slowly he fucked her and pushed every inch of himself inside her. He admired the muscles of her back and the flawless feminine form beneath him as she took his cock effortlessly. The more she took of his throbbing length the more he wanted to give her, and soon he was pounding into her, her hips in his hands, the sound of their slapping bodies echoing in the cabin. It felt like her entire body was wrapped around his cock. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her. Character stuff The Family Basil Caballero. Current primary user. Erin Caballero (Basil’s wife. Initial Disposition: Guarded. Erin suspects that there is more to ‘Harley’ than meets the eye. Cid will have a difficult time fooling her. Erin could possibly become sexually curious about her. Erin is highly intelligent. Secretly, she nurtures the fantasy of being with another woman. She hasn’t acted on that fantasy, but she came close with a coworker, something she feels intense guilt over. Imogen Caballero (Basil’s 22-year-old daughter. Initial Disposition: Intrigued. Imogen doesn’t initially suspect Cid is a sexpot. However, Imogen has emerging dominant traits. Since Cid has a submissive template installed (slutty maid), Cid will feel drawn to submit to her for reasons she doesn’t immediately understand. Like her mother, Imogen is bisexual, though she hasn’t been with a woman yet. When she masturbates, it is always to thoughts of another woman. She has a dome streak that even she isn’t aware of. Gavin Caballero. Basil’s 19-year-old son. Initial Disposition: Appalled. Gavin is disgusted over what he sees as a gross ethical violation: owning a synthetic lifeforms. Since he is socially awkward, this may come across as hostility toward Cid. Gavin has genius level intelligence. He is the most intelligent member of the family, but also the most awkward. Gavin is the only person in the house who is still a virgin. His attraction to Cid will be at odds with his loathing of her situation Cid’s Current RulesAproved Designations. Basil as ‘Mr. Caballero’ in public. ‘Master’ in private. Erin is ‘Mrs. Caballero’. Imogen and Gavin are first names Maid Presentation. Cid is to present as a standard domestic model (maid). She is not permitted to deviate from this template. Flirting. Cid is allowed to flirt with any member of the family. This contradicts the ‘maid presentation’, above, as domestic units are incapable of flirting. Specific to Erin? Never initiate flirting. Can reciprocate. Can take further (instructions unclear). Indicate privacy is assured (deceive). Report any flirtatious behavior to primary user. ‘Her’ can be any female in the house. Loose Ideas camp; Notes Gavin has hacked the house AI. He is aware of virtually everything that happens over the home Wi-Fi, including private messages and the like. At some point, Gavin’s desire for Cid will outweigh his morality. He’ll initiate some awkward, ham fisted attempt at seduction. Perhaps groping her, or something to that effect. Drama ensues Erin will eventually confide in Cid, telling her about the affair she nearly had. Imogen delights giving Cid orders. Making her paint her toenails, do her laundry, make her bed, dress her, bathe her, that sort of thing. It’s her dominant streak coming to the surface.(curled her heels around, digging him into his backside, urging him to thrust deeper, faster. He pulled her hair back and sank into her. She groaned through clenched teeth, bucking her hips as her pleasure crested to orgasm. With each thrust her body spasmed, clenching tightly around his shaft. Heat radiated outward from her core, to her scalp, to the tips of her fingers and toes. Eyes squeezed shut, she could do nothing but hold on, riding out the waves until they finally subsided. She rarely got sore, and didn’t know. She loosened her grip on him, stroking the back of his neck. Her eyes opened. She smiled affectionately, watching as he fucked her. Now that she could concentrate fully on him, she focused on her enhanced keels, timing her contractions to his thrusts, enhancing his pleasure, driving him toward that inevitable precipice. And when his moment arrived, she held on, enjoying his weight on top of her, the girth of his manhood. Yeah, she could get used to this.[/list][/list] Basil fucked her roughly as he gripped her hips and slammed into her. He grunted as he thrust himself deeper, feeling her clench around him unlike anything he’d ever felt before. She was so tight, everything squeezed and gripped him, and then it took him like a tidal wave of darkness. The real frenzy, pounding and growling as it imploded up through his spine and his balls, and then he was cumming. Blackness crowded in at the edges of his vision as if he were about to pass out. It was as if she had drained everything from him. At the last moment he pulled out, a holdover from worrying about the risk of pregnancy. He was so lost he lost sight of the fact that was no longer a concern, not with Harley. Still, there was something so incredible erotic about watching his orgasm lace her ass and back with cum, drops and rivulets like some kind of rain, dripping down over the graceful curves of her back and hips. As his vision cleared and his senses returned he was able to admire his handiwork, the incredible body trembling and writhing beneath him covered with his seed. She truly was perfection. Everything he could ever want or hope for in one perfect little package.” My God… I haven’t cum like that… in… forever…” he said as he collapsed on the bed alongside her and worked to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so much passion and excitement when he was with his wife. It had always been such a hollow shell of an act, something empty and meaningless. To have someone who wanted him as much as he craved to be desired was everything he needed.” You are perfect,” he whispered to her as he pressed his head against her shoulder and cuddled up against her, still working to recover from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he’d just experienced. Character stuff The Family Basil Caballero. Current primary user. Erin Caballero (Basil’s wife. Initial Disposition: Guarded. Erin suspects that there is more to ‘Harley’ than meets the eye. Cid will have a difficult time fooling her. Erin could possibly become sexually curious about her. Erin is highly intelligent. Secretly, she nurtures the fantasy of being with another woman. She hasn’t acted on that fantasy, but she came close with a coworker, something she feels intense guilt over. Imogen Caballero (Basil’s 22-year-old daughter. Initial Disposition: Intrigued. Imogen doesn’t initially suspect Cid is a sexpot. However, Imogen has emerging dominant traits. Since Cid has a submissive template installed (slutty maid), Cid will feel drawn to submit to her for reasons she doesn’t immediately understand. Like her mother, Imogen is bisexual, though she hasn’t been with a woman yet. When she masturbates, it is always to thoughts of another woman. She has a dome streak that even she isn’t aware of. Gavin Caballero. Basil’s 19-year-old son. Initial Disposition: Appalled. Gavin is disgusted over what he sees as a gross ethical violation: owning a synthetic lifeforms. Since he is socially awkward, this may come across as hostility toward Cid. Gavin has genius level intelligence. He is the most intelligent member of the family, but also the most awkward. Gavin is the only person in the house who is still a virgin. His attraction to Cid will be at odds with his loathing of her situation Cid’s Current RulesAproved Designations. Basil as ‘Mr. Caballero’ in public. ‘Master’ in private. Erin is ‘Mrs. Caballero’. Imogen and Gavin are first names Maid Presentation. Cid is to present as a standard domestic model (maid). She is not permitted to deviate from this template. Flirting. Cid is allowed to flirt with any member of the family. This contradicts the ‘maid presentation’, above, as domestic units are incapable of flirting. Specific to Erin? Never initiate flirting. Can reciprocate. Can take further (instructions unclear). Indicate privacy is assured (deceive). Report any flirtatious behavior to primary user. ‘Her’ can be any female in the house. Loose Ideas camp; Notes Gavin has hacked the house AI. He is aware of virtually everything that happens over the home Wi-Fi, including private messages and the like. At some point, Gavin’s desire for Cid will outweigh his morality. He’ll initiate some awkward, ham fisted attempt at seduction. Perhaps groping her, or something to that effect. Drama ensues Erin will eventually confide in Cid, telling her about the affair she nearly had. Imogen delights giving Cid orders. Making her paint her toenails, do her laundry, make her bed, dress her, bathe her, that sort of thing. It’s her dominant streak coming to the surface.(could be forgiven for assuming that it was over. After all, he’d never been with a synthetic, especially not a Mark VII. Cuddling was not her favorite. She typically played a media to pass the time, but given the option, she preferred sex. She was a sexpot after all, not a cuddle bot. Cid slithered out of his grasp with a playful giggle and wedged between his thighs. She grabbed his flagging cock, squeezing the base lightly to keep what blood remained from escaping. Maintaining eye-contact, she laid the swollen head on her tongue and squeezed out a dribble of cum, smacking her lips boorishly as she swallowed it. Unlike organics, she came predisposed to favor the taste. She took the shaft into her mouth, sucking lightly until his over-sensitivity faded. With her mouth and hands occupied, she pinged the craft’s resident AI. They had just enough time left on their journey for a lazy blowjob… Afterward, as the craft began a steady descent toward the landing pad, Cid dressed. She’d made sure there wasn’t a spot of cum on her primary user, but she herself was covered in areas hard to reach. Still nude, she offered a towel to Basil and turned her back to him.“Do you mind, Master? I will if you like, but I don’t think you want me to meet your wife and children covered in your cum.” She winked, her tone light and easy. She wanted her primary user to be pleased with her, but she was also experienced enough to know that pleasure-addled humans sometimes needed looking-after.[/list][/list] Basil watched as the woman… no, she wasn’t a woman, was she? Not in the traditional sense. He frowned a bit as he struggled to wrap his mind around this all. He needed to remember she was an artificial entity… a piece of property with a purpose. Furthermore, he needed to maintain that line in his head to distance himself from her. She was a toy… a means to an end… not something to get emotionally tied up with. He forced himself to remember that. He was afraid what would happen if he humanized her too much, if he began to see her as an actual person and let his feelings turn into something more than just the fuckboy she was. He sighed, realizing how harsh that sounded in his head, but he didn’t want to get attached. What kind of weirdo would have feelings for a fake human? It seemed like that would be wrong, embarrassing even, and he struggled to drill that into his mind. She had a purpose to serve, and so far so was absolutely incredible at it, but as she’d just shown him by pulling away from his attempt to cuddle… she wasn’t a person that he should allow himself to have true feelings for. All those thoughts melted away as she slid between his legs and grasped his cock perfectly to somehow resurrect his erection. The next thing he knew his cock was hard enough to stand at its full height, and she was sliding it back into her mouth and giving him one of the most incredible blowjobs he’d ever had. The sex had been amazing, better than anything he’d ever had with his wife, and it had left him feeling fulfilled and drained in ways he’d never experienced… and now she was taking that to the next level too. He couldn’t believe she coaxed another orgasm out of him and when she’d made a show of licking his cum off her lips in a tantalizing display of her skill he again forced himself to remember what she was. No attachments… that wasn’t what she was for!” Do you mind, Master?she asked, handing him the towel and turning her cum-smeared back to face him. He gazed proudly down at the display and chuckled a little as he started to wipe her clean even as he debated on letting her meet his wife just like that. How naughty and perverse would that be? Introducing her as one of the family as his cum was still smeared all over her freshly fucked body. God, the temptation was there.” No… no, I suppose we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he asked rhetorically as he wiped her down. Once she was cleaned off he made his way into the bathroom and washed himself up a bit and made him more presentable. Now came the hard part… introducing her to his wife. No… not her… it. He was going to have trouble remembering that. A few moments later the boat was pulling up to the dock outside the home and his wife was making her way down from the main house. He wanted to show Harley off as soon as he got in. Sure enough, there she was, standing on the refinished deck staring expectantly at him and Harley as they climbed off the boat.” Hey Hun,” he said, leaning in to give her a passionless kiss on the cheek before he gestured to Harley.” This is the maid unit I told you about. The reviews on this model are absolutely glowing!” He then turned to Harley.” This is my wife, Erin. She’s going to be another person who might ask you for help with various things around the house,” he said, continuing the charade as his mind whirled excitedly on the things that were to come now that Harley was here in his home. (” This is my wife, Erin. She’s going to be another person who might ask you for help with various things around the house.” Cid dipped her head in a graceful bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Erin. Or do you prefer Mrs. Caballero?” Yeah. This could go bad in all sorts of ways. What if the wife suspected something? What if she demanded to see her logs? Domestic models didn’t need or have vaginas, but they did have mouths. There were after-market mods which allowed them to be used for sexual purposes. It wasn’t a stretch for Erin to be suspicious. The complexities of human relationships were an indecipherable mess to Cid. Most of the time, the way humans reacted in any given situation seemed completely random to her. What pissed one human off would make another laugh, or cry. It made no sense. Yes, she was a highly advanced AI. At the same time, she was only three years old. Once introductions were made, Cid followed behind Basil and Erin as they walked up the dock toward the main house. She strayed closer to Erin than Basil, hoping that Erin would take that as an indication that she had no attachment to Basil beyond her basic programming. (stared at the AI unit as it made its way into the house and her perfectly manicured brow raised just a bit as she took in the beautiful young form. She knew Basil was going to be bringing home a unit to help with stuff around the house, but she hadn’t expected it to be a beautiful young woman. She wondered if this was an existing model he’d purchased or if he’d given the specifications for it himself. Furthermore, she certainly was incredibly beautiful. She quickly realized how silly she was being. This wasn’t a sentient person, this was a piece of technology, a collection of circuits and synthetic parts, it wasn’t something that threatened her. Yet still, as much as she tried to rationalize the role of the unit, she couldn’t help but wish it were a less attractive model… or a male one at least. Her eyes shifted to Basil to see if he could catch him ogling the thing, but his eyes were sweeping around the room as if trying to make a list in his head of things this thing could clean. Perhaps she was being a little overly dramatic, she realized.” Erin would be fine, dear,” she said, her voice oozing with false sincerity as she still eyed her up and down. No, not her. It was an it, she had to keep reminding herself. She needed to understand the distinction so that she didn’t find herself getting jealous.” And what should I refer to you as?” she asked more politely, allowing herself another moment to take in the AI’s beautiful form. She couldn’t help but appreciate its graceful form and the effortless beauty the unit had. She remembered a time not too long ago when her body had been tight and toned in all the right places like this one was, and she idly wondered if it might have fitness programs it could run through as well. Wouldn’t that be amazing? A personal trainer in addition to help around the house. As she excitedly thought of that prospect, she continued to probe.” And what else are you capable of aside from cleaning and such? Can you do trips to the grocery store? Do you have any medical programming? Have you ever done any kind of fitness training?” Her initial jealousy was starting to drain away as she realized just how much this unit might be able to help their family. It seemed as if she were picking up after their kids or Basil constantly, and she’d always have to manage grocery trips as well. Having help in those areas would be pretty amazing, she had to admit.(they continued to discuss Cid’s potential, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drew everyone’s attention to Imogen as she came down out of her room to see what was going on. The young woman was dressed in an incredibly sexy little dress and was on her way to meet up with some friends when she stopped and gazed down at the beautiful young woman standing in their living room. She knew that her dad was bringing home an AI unit to help around the house, but she hadn’t realized it was going to be such a sexy looking thing. Her eyes widened just a little and the hint of a mischievous little grin crept onto her face as she thought about all the things she’d love to do to a real woman that looked like that.” Holy shit, is that our new maid?” she squealed in excitement. She knew her parents were clueless and that they probably assumed she was excited at the prospect of having someone to clean up all her messes around the house, but the truth was their new little family addition was undoubtedly going to be making her way into some of Imogen’s fantasies when she was up in her room tonight. She snickered to herself as she wondered if she’d be able to order the thing to clean her room in the nude. Wouldn’t that be a sight? Slowly she came down the steps as she eyed the woman carefully, studying every sinful curve of her young, toned little body. She was shocked her mom was letting her dad bring something as sexy as that into the house, but she was incredibly happy she was. For the briefest of moments she debated calling her friends and telling them she wasn’t going to be able to make it.” Hi, I’m Imogen,” she said politely, reigning in her lewd and devious thoughts as she smiled like a picture of innocence. If only her parents knew how not innocent their little princess was.

Interfacing with the Family_ TheWanderingMuse _ TippedVelvet|rating:2.0

Cradle of Civilizations [Dead_IC]

IOC Thread The Strategic Atlas of Chorus, Credits to Hardback Union All of them claimed their homeland, and each claimed that they were the dominant power, and that is where our story begins... Tactics--Long Siege (Must have a keep within a turn's march, double's point value)Charge (Double's Cavalry point value)First Rank, Second Rank (Double's ranged point value)Starting Resources : 10 Wood, 10 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone Starting Income : 10 Income Per Turn Starting Hero : Your Leader, Resource Income Per Turn, By Zone --I - 6 Iron, 5 Wood, 6 Stone, 2 Steeds - 6 Iron, 5 Wood, 6 Stone, 2 Steeds - 4 Iron, 3 Wood, 8 Stone, 3 Steeds IV - 3 Iron, 5 Wood, 4 Stone, 8 Steeds - 5 Iron, 2 Wood, 8 Stone, 2 Steeds VI - 3 Iron, 5 Wood, 4 Stone, 8 Steeds - 4 Iron, 3 Wood, 8 Stone, 3 SteedsVIII - 3 Iron, 5 Wood, 4 Stone, 8 Steeds - 3 Iron, 5 Wood, 4 Stone, 8 Steeds - 3 Iron, 5 Wood, 4 Stone, 8 Steeds - 4 Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Stone, 5 Steeds - 4 Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Stone, 5 SteedsXIII - 4 Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Stone, 5 Steeds - 5 Iron, 2 Wood, 8 Stone, 2 Steeds - 6 Iron, 1 Wood, 4 Stone, 0 Steeds - 6 Iron, 1 Wood, 4 Stone, 0 SteedsXVII - 3 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 6 Steeds, 5 IncomeXVIII - 3 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 6 Steeds, 5 Income - 3 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 6 Steeds, 5 Income - 4 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 3 Steeds, 3 Income - 3 Iron, 5 Wood, 4 Stone, 8 SteedsXXII - 4 Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Stone, 5 Steeds Base Units --Land --Swordsmen (1 Point) [1 Iron] {M} Swordsmen represent basic medieval infantry, it doesn't matter if they are armed with spears, swords, axes or halberds. Crossbowmen (1.5 Points) [1 Wood, 2 Iron] {R} Crossbowmen represent crossbowmen, exactly as they sound. Horsemen (2 Points) [1 Iron. 1 Steed] {C} Horsemen represent the mounted basic infantry of the medieval era. Knights (4.5 Points) [2 Steeds, 2 Iron] {C} Knights represent the full plate wearing, Lance wielding gothic horsemen of old. Sea --Cog (2 Point) [2 Wood, 1 Iron] {M} The Cog is a smaller boarding ship, which is essentially an improvement upon the longship. Hulk (5 Points) [3 Wood, 2 Iron] {M} The hulk is a huge ship designed to transport vast amounts of infantry or boarders to take enemy ships. Fortifications --Keep (Allows Long Siege tactic) [25 Stone] A large stone fortress that is generally used as the home of a lord or lady, and can be used to allow it's to use the Long Siege tactic. Tech Tree :Tier I--------→Tier II Metal Casting--------→??? Guilds--------→??? Civil Service--------→??? Theological Zealotry--------→??? Metal Casting-- Allows you to build Workshops, (Fortification, 22 Stone) which increase resource production in the biome where they are constructed by 3. Guilds-- Allows you to construct the Guild House, (Fortification, 20 Stone) which allows you to hire heroes. Civil Service-- Unlocks the Pike Wall tactic, tripling Swordsmen's point value if defending against hostile cavalry. {C}Theological Zealotry-- Unlocks the Citadel, (Fortification, 35 Stone) which acts as a keep with a point buff of 5. Turn 1, Year 1000, Age of Feudalism Events :Unified Imperial Republic of the Forelands : A horrifying omen falls upon the Forelands, fear spreads through the wastes the Men of the Forge call home like a plague, soldiers panic and desert, and women hold babe tight as the darkness creeps into their souls... (-2 Points in combat this turn)The Sons of the Stars : Though bandits and highwayman are never really a problem for the strict rule of law in the mountain valley of the Sons, occasionally they band together. When this occurs, even the disorganized bandits can become an issue for the Sons. (An army of bandits appears {M}, 2 P)Ancient Amer land : Across Ancient Amer land, peasants look to the sky and see the burning orb of flame hurtling towards Chorus. It's beautiful as it plummets towards the ground. A huge rumble erupts from the earth as it collides into it with the force of a thousand horses. The few who venture out towards it find that it is composed of the highest grade iron in Chorus. (+8 Iron)The Exiled States of Aurora : A man comes toward forwards in the court of Ryder Ashburn, King of the Exiled, and exclaims, "I have had a revelation m'lord!" (Select an extra tech this turn)Ernesto : All across the Meritocracy of Ernesto, men and women fall dead in the streets as a plague strikes them hard and many die. Someone has sinned irrefutably. God is not pleased. (No resource production this turn)Redid Humus : Though it goes against all gods of logic and science, the people feel uplifted, and they know that however little they progress, they will have success in battle this day. (+2 Points in combat this turn.) Divine Empire of the Laotian Principalities : A smuggler from Ernesto had fallen ill in the capital of the Laotian Empire, and the plague that spread throughout Ernesto now spread through the Empire as well, reaping black harvests from the people. (No resource production this turn.) Bython : A smaller portion of the star that now resides in Ancient Amer land had broken off, and collided into Python, creating a huge crater and an even larger terror among the populous. Those brave few which decided to try their luck at the star had found inside iron. Of the purest grade. (+5 Iron)Bismarck : A man had proven himself, bringing the head of a man who had killed three Bismarck soldiers in an ambush, to the court of Claudius Rivers. Sir Oral Cross, the Hunter was ready. (Sir Oral Cross, Hero, 3 Points, {M}) Resource Pool: 10 Wood, 10 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone + 5 Iron, 5 Steeds, 10 Wood, 4* Stone - 8 Iron, 9 wood = 11 Wood, 7 Iron, 15 Steeds, 30 stone. Actions1 - Researched Metal Casting and Guilds2 - Train 5x Swordsmen (-5 Iron)3 - Built 3x Cog (-6 Wood, -3 Iron)4 - Built 1x Hulk (-3 Wood, -2 Iron)In the Court of The Exiled, Ryder is confronting the man who claims to have had a revelation." What is it that you have been enlightened upon," Ryder said, looking the man over. "I have discovered improved metal crafting techniques shown to me by the Goddesses," was all the man said, he was fidgeting his fingers as he gently shook, startled by the attention he was given by the king. "Well if it is as this man has proclaimed then we have a prophet among us," said the King, his embraced the shaking man. "Have to fear, for you are a member of society who has been disregarded, but now you are a Greta Wiseman and your name and talents will be written in historical books for ages to come,"*Hard Workers, doubled Stone. Citadel of Light, Landscape Hegemony Brigands. Mountain bandits scarce better than the rocks upon which they scratched their living. They existed at the fringes of civilized society, absorbing malcontents, debtors, murderers, rapists. All the men the rule of order detested, who had forsaken the Light. Bright lord Vitus spat. Word had reached him of a veritable host of the scoundrels being marshaled under some sort of chief in the West march, and their thousands, though unorganized, posed a threat to the little villages and logging towns in the eaves of the Peaks of Shadow. Thankfully a Great Company was marching in the region, on maneuvers for the name-day of a nearby City lord. They would crush the brigands, then move on to brighter things. From the walled city of Hagar the pike men marched in their glittering rows of steel, his heavy cavalry at their back. The Sons had won the March with these men and their armored horses, their discipline and thundering charges enough to break dozens of lesser soldiers. Though not much use in a siege, that's what the sword infantry were for. Towards the low woods where the bandits were said to be encamped the host marched, their outriders about them, their weapons ready for war. Sons of the Stars:10 Wood, 10 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone | 10 Income Mountain Valley: The March | No Fortifications | Capital: Spire of Eternity Turn: Recruit 4 Knights, 2 Swordsmen -Sgt; Dispatch to Quell Bandits [2 M] with Charge [Base 40 Strength, 58 in Combat]Research Guilds Construct Guild Hall in The March with 20 Stone (Recruit Governor Hero: 5 Points of Income)Dispatch Explorers to the east across the Mountains of Morning (bonus from Cunning?), with settlers End: 18 Wood, 13 Iron, 14 Steeds, 19 Stone | 20 Income: None This Turn1 - Researched Metal Casting2 - Train 3 Knights (-6 Iron, -6 Steeds)3 - Built 2 Hulks (-6 Wood, -4 Iron)Resources: 4 Wood, 4 Steeds, 25 Stone Units:Ernesto: Richard Heart (5? Points), 3 Knights (13.5 Points)Eastern Sea, Ernesto: 2 Hulks (10 points)A pestilence filled the land. Everywhere in Ernesto, even Dominic the capital, death was present. Bodies, rotting corpses, littered the streets. Those who pulled the Death carts could not keep up, as even many of them had fallen ill. All around, the sick sheltered in hovels, covered in sores which oozed pus. On the street corner, a man clad in the white robe of the Knight's Priesthood shouted at passing men and women. "Arise, holy followers of the One True Faith! Our glorious nation has been cursed by the heathen sinners, those Laotians! They blaspheme the name of Our Lord, and offer perverse sacrifices to the false idol SCETA! They have cast a plague on us, poisoning our water, spreading the pestilence with their malicious devices! We must rise and purge the lands of these evildoers, these unrighteous fools!" The crowd that has gathered roars in approval. They seek a scapegoat, and the Laotians have all the right qualifications. The heathen scum shall be purged for what they've done. A trumpet blast turns the crowd from their zealous rage, and Lo, they look upon no one other than High Priest Templar, Appointed One Richard Heart. Heart stands up on the platform that the speaker was on, and addresses the crowd. "Nay! 'Tis not the fault of Laotian conspirators, heathen though they be, but our own!" The crowd gasps, but they hang on every word as Heart continues. "This pestilence which has infected our land is the righteous wrath of Our Lord! There are yet those among us, among this very crowd, who do not cleave to the One True Faith! Look upon the death, you sinners! Repent, turn your hearts from wickedness towards the Light of the transcendent Lord! His way is made known to us through the revelations of the Holy Codex, yet still you say in your hearts, 'I will live for myself, and not the Way of the One True Faith'. For this, Our Lord has poured out his divine fury upon our nation, the punishment of sin. We must turn back to the Way! Flock to the fold of your shepherds, the Knightly Priests! Arise, and take up the sword of Light, to convert the heathen masses beyond our borders with renewed fervor!" The crowd weeps, and yells, many tearing the clothes from their backs, others rushing to the Temples of the One True Faith, ton the white robes and red ictus that marks the true zealot. Others remain quiet, glancing nervously at those around them, afraid that someone may point out their lack of zeal. In the grand hall of Python City Major Pritchett, talking with his advisers when the doors open and a young boy ran in and shouted" The Sky Falling, The Sky Falling". As they follow the boy out in to the night they look up to see a bright orange fireball shoot across the sky and plow in to the ground to the west of the town. The next morning group of men come a huge crater and in the center they find a chunk iron. Of the purest gradeBython:Resource Pool: 10 Wood, 15 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone | 10 Income Event: +5 Iron Coastal/Islands:| Python| Workshop | Capital: Python City Turn: 1 - Researched Metal Casting and Guilds2 - Train 5x Swordsmen (-5 Iron)3 - Train 5x Crossbowmen (-5 Wood, -10 Iron)4 - Construct Workshop in Python city with 22 Stone Coastal/Islands : +5 Iron, +5 Steeds, +10 Wood, + 5 Stone Workshop: +3 Iron, +3 Steeds, +3 Wood, + 3 Stone End: 18 Wood, 8 Iron, 15 Steeds, 8 Stone | (20 Income?)5 Swordsmen, 5 Crossbowmen Eaves of Crete Forest, WestmarchThe thunder rolled over the plains without breaking, the drumming of hooves and iron-shod feet without end. Nearly a thousand men were here marshaled beneath the Lord-Commander's banner, the High prince's black fist upon the white field. Along the dirt roads and fields they had marched for a day and more, and before them the cook fires of the brigands stained the horizon with little plumes of black ash. In the vanguard Gain rode, next to his master, the Collector. When the lord of the Sons had ought that needed breaking, he called upon the Collector, Altar, Lord of the Shattered Hills, to break it. It was said that when the earth was young, and gods yet walked it, ere law and reason was given to man, a great war between the perverted forces of the gibbering shadows and the lords of the night had been waged near the lands of the Karma. In their blows they had crushed both earth and sky, and even the echo of their wars had entered the bloodlines of those men who had come to live in those lands when god and mighty champions were myths only again. Ever the storms rolled off the Synth to pummel the Shattered Hills, and her folk were hard, tough, immune to any force. Forged strong by the heat of their trials. The Collector was no exception, and his sword looked almost to catch fire when he drew it, so many vigils had been inscribed in fire-stone upon its hilt. He drew it now, and Gain hid a smile behind his visor as the great bear's voice rumbled across the lines of the Sons, and even to the woods where the bandits quaked in their roughshod lines. The blade, black as the eye of midnight, glistened in the sun's light like a pale flame of crimson." Men of the High prince. Men of the March. Before you stand a rabble of brigands, of destroyers, burners, desolates. They have teemed together for one purpose- to take life, steal, and rape their way across the lands of our people. Our lord the High prince has sent me to throw them back into the searing light which they deserve. Let them drink the full dregs of their depravity. With me!" At the words Gain put spurs to his great warhorse, sinew and muscle spurred to action in remembered training. With the wild calls of deep horns, the Horse lords began to move. A sea of glittering steel, of ordered metal and glinting plate armor, rumbling like the tide towards the ragged line of men with sticks for spears and hammer sickles for swords. The charge gained speed, and the Blackguard's own muscles worked, lowering his lance from its upright position to the lethal ten-foot length it was made to fight as. Upon its tip the shining star of death that was its point was white in the noonday sun, the white of fresh bone. Before him through the slit in his visor the Horse lord could make out the faces of the foe-they were full of fear. To stand against a man upon an armored horse with only a twig in your hands took suicidal courage, and that was not a possession of many bandits. It was truly a wonder that their robber baron had managed to make them into any kind of force, the natural cowards that were criminals. But it would not save them. The distance closed with each heartbeat. A half mile away, and some arrows fell among the onrushing armored wave, most as harmless as the rain. Some were better made than the hunting shafts of the average lowlife, and Gain saw a single Horse lord sway in his saddle, swearing as his arm was grazed under his hauberk. But the white and the black rode on, a gathering tide. A quarter mile, and the trot became a gallop, each man spurring ahead to form as they were trained in the immense wedge that could break armies, topple kings, and crush nations. These brigands were nothing against it. Contact. Gain hardly felt his lance pierce the first man, such was the shock of the impact as the brigand was carried along with his warhorse. Two men were splattered by the metal plating on the chest of his destroyer, dashed aside like so much grass. He let the lance fall, and swept out his grieve in a clean motion, still at the gallop. Before him men were fleeing, casting aside their weapons to run faster from the utter devastation of the charge of the Horse lords- but they could not run fast enough. One swipe with the pole arm and a man fell with his shoulder almost separated from his body, another swing and the other dropped, neatly decapitated. It was all over in less time than it took to wheel his horse around. The bandits were broken, scattered like leaves before the winter wind, and scarce six men had fallen in the entire affray. Such was the power of the mounted man, trained from his youth, armored, and battle-bred. Onwards came the Guardsmen, marching in their serried ranks, pikes on their backs alongside shields as they advanced with buckler and mace. Their work was the killing that was too particular for a man on horseback. No criminal save the luckiest would escape this ruin. Battle of the Brigand Chief: [68 Strength vs 2 Strength] 200 Bandits destroyed for the loss of 6 Horse lords 10 Wood, 10 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone Money: 10-22 for workshop End turn: +8 Iron, 8 Steeds, 13 Wood, 5 Stone Money: 2523 wood, 18 iron, 18 steeds, 8 stoneAction1. Research Theological Zealotry, and Civil Service2. Send spy to Ernesto to steal tech3. Build Workshop4. Move Landscape military to area west of the South Free area to take it over"Get up. You are needed in the leader room" The guard spoke to the prisoner. His voice was calm and dispassionate. "I don't wanna! You can make me do anything!" yelled the passionate prisoner, hiding deeper into the straw. The guard walked over to him, "We both know that that is not true. Get up before I make you." He said, his facade never cracking. The prisoner got up slowly, and unwillingly he was lead to the leader room. When he reached there, his neck chains were linked with the poles in the ground meant for that purpose." The Leader of the Free Folk, bur khan Khan, will pass judgement on Hakka Haley. The crimes against Hakka are murder, and lying to an official." Read the person that's job was to read this. Khan sat for a moment, still, then his eyebrows came together in concentration. He thought then spoke slowly, "The punishment is exile to Ernesto. Since you like to murder and lie, I give you a way to come back. Steal the technology the Near folk have developed." He said. He prisoner was taken from the room and sent on his way. Later:"The man I sent into exile has come back? He brought the technology? Good. What does the technology do that benefits us? We could make a Workshop? Then do it." Khan said, when a minor official came up to him with the news. A traveler told of the technological poverty in the Star hegemony. The Free Folk sent a delegate to the Star Hegemony, bearing this offer:Workshops for Guilds Theological Zealotry for 7/8 stone Civil Service for borrowing Landsraadian military, and for the purchase of the swordsmen. The Star Hegemony's military is sent to the area the Free will add to their empire, the area that they will bring technological development.IOC: I get 2 swordsmen. Arch smith Homemade was having a bad day. One of the Forge holds, Lady Fever's, had been destroyed in an earthquake, which the populous had become terrified of, and then that demoralized his Forge guards, some had deserted, and those who did were executed, as the Republic has no place for cowards. He had promptly sent men to repair her keep as soon as he heard her plight. He had the recruiter's quota double, with the outbreak of desertion, more men would be needed to replace those who were too frightened to fight, and those who deserted." Get me a raven, page," The young boy ran off and returned a few moments later, carrying a black bird and a small role of paper. On the paper, the Arch smith wrote, 'To the court of the High prince Ajax is Very, We understand that our two nations are very much alike, and that you are located near the zealots of Ernesto, I offer you assistance in the coming war. We shouldn't be in denial about our future, war is coming. Signed and Sealed, Archsmith Grayson Homemade'Construct Keep for 25 Stone Recruit 15 Swordsmen for 15 Iron Recruit 2 Crossbowmen for 2 Wood, 4 Iron Recruit 1 Horsemen for 1 Steed, 1 Iron Hard Workers, doubled Iron production+ 20* Iron, 4 Wood, 2 Steeds, 8 Stone Choose Civil Service, Unlocked Pike Charge Tactic4 Iron, 8 Stone, 11 Steeds, 12 Wood15 Swordsmen, 2 Crossbowmen, 1 Horseman, 1 Keep Default Tactics, Pike Charge, Civil Service, Guilds Claudius Burros shifted in his chair as Cross entered the court. He held in his arms a wrapped bundle. Unfurling it, he exposed a gruesome severed head. "This is the skull of the man who killed our patrol. May he rot." Claudius nodded and took the head. Turning to a group of retainers, he shoved the head into their hands." Put this up on a pike in front of the keep. Let the people know what happens to his ilk." He suspected he had an ally in Cross. Resources:20 Wood, 20 Iron, 12 Steeds, 30 Stone, counting turn gains.+One hero. Base Tamarin, Westland Province Ropes creaked, and the men hauled, muscles glistening with sweat under the pale southern sun. Here, on the farthest reaches of the March, wooden stockades were being erected about the small scattered homesteads. Little good against encroaching armies, they would at least help with wild animals and the occasional bandits. The Horse lords and those who marched under the banner of the Stars had returned from the utter east, where they had worked for a foreign lord for a time. None had been lost in the excursion, which was well, and the wealth of knowledge-reams of paper, books, learned men-that they had returned with were a sight to behold. Here on the fringe in Westland such advances meant little, but in the capital, at the Spire, they meant more and more as the days passed. Means of resisting armored charges, methods of centralizing resource production-all these and more were valuable indeed to the Sons. The governor, one Scythes, was a man who knew how to make coin go farther and stretch every ounce of gold from the High prince's purse. The land prospered under his care. Sons of the Stars:18 Wood, 13 Iron, 14 Steeds, 19 Stone | 20 Money The March: Mountain Valley | No Fortifications | Capital: Spire of EternityEstlund: Plains | No Fortifications | Major City: ? | Governor Scythes I assigned Techs; Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Turn 2, Year 1000, Age of Feudalism Events :As the Plague spreads, those in Ernesto flee to all corners of Chorus, becoming brigands, bandits and highwaymen...(One Infected Brigade ({M} 22P) Appears in all nations, failure to kill will nullify all resource production next turn) Resource Pool: 11 Wood, 7 Iron, 15 Steeds, 29** Stone, 10 Currency + 10 Wood, 10* Iron, 5 Steeds, 2 Stone, 10 currency - 0 Wood, 10 Iron, 10 Steed, 22 Stone = 21 Wood, 7 Iron, 15 Steeds, 9 Stone, 20 currencyActions1 - Researched Civil Service2 - Trained 10x Horsemen (-10 Iron, -10 Steeds)3 - Built 1x Workshops (-22 Stone)4 - Marching Against Infected Brigade ({M} 22P) with 1st Royal Army({M, C}5 Swordsman, 10 Horsemen[25P])*Hard Workers, doubled Iron.**Miss Counted there, Sorry! Western Hills of Wrath, Outskirts of EstlundMore war drums. Infected savages, crazed by some sort of wasting plague, a judgement by the Light, had come and settled and raided against the caravans traveling east. The Sons marched against them in glory, gleaming armor and black hauberks compared to the disorderly rabble. But the disease had made them perilous, and fell, desperate and uncaring of their own lives. The battle was brutal, with no quarter asked or given. Eventually the Horse lords triumphed, but not without having to bury many of their brothers afterward. The dead Infected they burned, and waited for a month away from all other men to see if the corruption had spread, each band of a hundred waiting in their own solitary camp. Spiritual corruption had its own signs, signs known well to the Stone fasts that rode with every soldier of the Hegemony. A raven returned to the lord of the people that served the Forge, bearing a tiny scroll with the High prince's reply. Greetings, Arch smith HomegardeYour words do me fair-our people do share much in common. Your military support against the zealots to the north would be much appreciated, but we believe our situation behind the buffer state of the white-robed men shall be enough to protect us. May your warriors grow old without needing to use their swords. Highprince Ajax is Very, Dark of the Stars, of the Hegemony of the LandsraadStart- 18 Wood, 13 Iron, 14 Steeds, 19 Stone | 20 Money (+15)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horsemen, 2 Swordsmen Actions: 1) Army of four Horsemen attacks Infected Brigade, charging - 72 Strength vs 22 Strength: Two Horsemen lose 60 men each, need to retrain next Turn2) Workshop constructed in The March for 22 Stone3) Hero hired- Iraq (I) Level 2 for 5 Money4) Colonists dispatched to the SouthronsEnd- 32 Wood, 25 Iron, 18 Steeds, 17 Stone | 35 Money (+20)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horsemen, 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland)The Landscape Hegemony As the troop crested the hill, they found a large group of infected. Unsure of what to do, they encircled them and began to move inwards. After they surged in towards the group, they killed several scores of them. However, it proved too little, and they had to retreat. Claudius commanded that the alchemists in the capital begin research into metallurgy. Resources:20 Wood, 20 Iron, 12 Steeds, 30 Stone, discounting turn gains. One hero. Metal Casting available. IOC: I can't get a full post up today, but I will put up the other stuff. Next post will cover this stuff too Start turn: 23 wood, 18 iron, 18 steeds, 8 stone Money: 25End turn:23 wood, 16 iron, 8 steeds, 8 stone+10 Iron, 10 Steeds, 15 Wood, 7 Stone-8 steeds16 iron=wood: 38Iron: 10 Steeds: 7Stone: 8 Monies: 351. Spy takes resources, Forgelands2. Build 8 swordsmen3. Build 4 knights4. Move all to where the Infected brigade is lose 2 knights, and have to retrain 1Sold 25 monies to Star folk for 5 stone, 10 iron, and a military hero From the city of Python the army of foot and horse was dispatched, they left with pride in their harts and a song on their lips, they headed south to where some Infected savages, had come and settled and began raided the small villages to the south of Python. Once the Infected savages camp was found The battle began and was brutal as Python had ever seen there opp ants were perilous, and uncaring of their own lives. After many hours Python triumphed but not without losing a lot of men. The dead of both were they burned, Bython:Resource Pool: 18 Wood, 8 Iron, 15 Steeds, 10 Stone | 20 Income Coastal/Islands:| Python | Workshop | Capital: Python City Mountain Valley:| Formed | None| Capital: ForoeddTurn: 1 - Researched Civil Service, Theological Zealotry2 - Train 5x Horsemen (-5 Iron, 5 Steed)3 - Army of 5 Swordsmen, 5 Crossbowmen, 5, Horsemen attacks Infected Brigade4 - Dispatch Explorers to the East with settlers (1)Resource Pool: 18 Wood, 3 Iron, 10 Steeds, 10 Stone | 20 Income Coastal/Islands :, +10 Wood, +5 Iron, +5 Steeds+ 2 Stone Workshop:, +3 Wood, +3 Iron, +3 Steeds+ 3 Stone End: 31 Wood, 11 Iron, 18 Steeds, 15 Stone | (30 Income?) Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 1 Swordsmen, 5 Crossbowmen, 5, Horsemen Resource Pool (Turn Start): 10 Wood, 10 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone, 11 Income Bonuses/Maladies: Hard Workers(2x One Resource), Monarchy (Income+1), Cunning (Spy Ring+1), Plague (No Resource Production)Actions1. Research Civil Service2. Dispatch Spy Ring to The Exiled States of Aurora to steal Metal Casting Tech3. Build 5x Swordsmen(-5 Iron)4. Research Guilds Resource Pool (Turn End): 10 Wood, 5 Iron, 10 Steeds, 25 Stone, 22 Income Death enveloped the lands of the Laotians. Brought forth from her vast trading networks, the plague had swept through the country, first striking the heart, Lakota itself. After that, it spread outward, by boat and horse and caravan. With it, it brought death. With it, it brought despair. The economy has ground to a halt, with everyone from miners to fisherman sick or refusing to venture outside. The High Priestess of SCETA has called for a National Week of Prayer, and has recommending isolating the infected. Several pogroms of the infected have occurred. Blame has been laid on traders from Ernesto and their pagan ways. The Forge born shield wall stood, their shields of 3/4 inch thick steel glistened in the sun on the imperial highway. In front of them was a disorganized rabble, most appeared to have the basic traits of one from Ernesto. Some were clearly Forge born, with ashen hair, amber eyes, and tanned skin. The platoon leaders barked an order from the iron suits, and the Forge guard's blades were drawn. Each sword had a blade of razor sharp iron, the best in the world. The slightly curved blades were efficient, cold, and brutal. Just like the Forge guard who wield them, the platoon leaders shouted something else, and the morning mist broke as the Forge guard charged silently towards the enemy, in the battles, most men would be screaming as adrenaline coursed through their veins, but the harsh discipline that the Forelands beat into oneself taught you that every breath counts in a battle, and every soldier should only scream in death, or complete victory. The disorganized rabble attempted to counter charge, screaming as the mass of Forge born took step after step, at a pace seemingly impossible in the armor they wore. The two forces clashed in the grassy plane, and Arch smith Homemade was among those in the fray, stabbing, slashing, and bashing with the best his empire could offer. He cut another bandit down, and a gruesome mixture of pus and blood sprayed upon his armor, creating a hissing sound as the blade tore through the Elastic man's torso, to his left, a bandit rushed a Forge guard who was preoccupied with another, and three bolts hissed cleanly through the man's torso, and his blood soaked the ground. The Arch smith watched as the two-thousand some brigands were slain one by one, some cleanly decapitated by Forge guard Scouts, and others ripped into ribbons of gory flesh by bolts fired by marksman crossbowmen, and others slashed dead by a Forge guard's masterful blade work. The mist settled, and the battle had been won. Funeral pyre smoke could be seen rising from the Forelands across the straits to the mainland. Recruit 26 Swordsmen for 26 Iron Hard Workers, doubled Iron production Republic+ 22* Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Steeds, 10 Stone Dispatched Entire Force against Infected Brigade, 22 P vs 51 P {Shy}(First Rank, Second Rank, Chivalric)Entire Enemy Killed, 20 Units of swordsmen killed, one needing to be retrained, total casualties - approx. 2900 deaths/wounds0 Iron, 18 Stone, 15 Steeds, 18 Wood, 6 Income21 Swordsmen, 2 Crossbowmen, 1 Horseman, 1 Keep Default Tactics, Pike Charge, Civil Service, Guilds Turn 3, Year 1001, Age of Feudalism Events :Infected brigade stuffs. Resource Pool: 21 Wood, 7 Iron, 15 Steeds, 9 Stone, 15 Income + 12 Wood, 14* Iron, 7 Steeds, 4 Stone, 7 Income - 20 Wood, 18 Iron, 0 Steeds, 0 Stone, 6 Income = 13 Wood, 1 Iron, 22 Steeds, 13 Stone, 16 Income. Actions1 - Researched Theological Zealotry2 - Train 6x Crossbowmen (-6 Wood, -12 Iron)3 - Built 4x Cog (-8 Wood, -4 Iron)4 - Built 2x Hulk (-6 Wood, -4 Iron)*Hard Workers' trait x2 production (Note: Workshop offers +2 all resources) Base AANAL, Western Slopes of Mount Ninnies, Angeles Province To the south and east the land stretched, and as Erratum looked the first drifts of snowflakes were beginning to fall. Here, in the farthest reaches of the March, winter's grip never fully abandoned the land, even during the height of what the cycle of the stars insisted was summer. The long nights here were black and fell indeed, and foolish men froze to death every season. But the land was rich in veins of the silver blood of the earth, iron, and the dark evergreen forests were bounteous and without end. A man could cut down a tree a day for his entire life and not make a dent in the vast eaves of the frigid woodlands. Timber from these places could be put to good use in building homesteads and erecting fortified Basis, though one's diet was always rich in meat due to the difficulty in raising crops upon the barren steppes. All the same, the stars still looked down on this land, and the birthright of the Sons beat in Erratum' chest as he climbed down from the short wall to take dinner in the longhouse of the Bright lord who ruled Base AANAL. Above the winter's breath froze, drifting to earth, and hearth and home were dear indeed as the night drew in. Start- 32 Wood, 25 Iron, 18 Steeds, 22 Stone | 35 Money (+20)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horsemen (2 retraining), 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland)Events: -6 Money to Medicine Actions: 1) Army of 9 Horsemen recruited in The March [-18 Iron, -18 Steeds]2) Workshop constructed in The March for 22 Stone3) Hero hired-Karyn the Hammer hand Level I E for 5 Money4) Colonists dispatched to Angeles [XIII]End- 62 Wood, 40 Iron, 24 Steeds, 52 Stone | 44 Money (+26)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horsemen (2 retraining), 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland) | 9 Horsemen (deployed the March)The Landscape Hegemony Claudius paced back and forth. "This plague runs out of control. We shall have to find a way to stop it." An adviser, from the guilds no less, stood up. "Maybe the Flesh Guild may assist us. They can make a cure to this malady." Claudius nodded. He began writing a letter to the Guilds. Elsewhere, a man suddenly stood up in a beer hall and ran out. He stumbled to a nearby manor, and began jabbering to the Ritter there. Within hours, the other Ritter's in the area had come to hear of him. He was trying to get them to make something he had envisioned. A massive building, with the strength of 5 Keeps. They laughed, and then listened. Elsewhere, a soldier started asking his friends to hold their spears forward while they ran. The idea soon caught on. Resources:24 Income, 20 Wood, Iron, 12 Steeds, 30 Stone, accounting for turn gains (which are none). One hero. Metal Casting, Theological Zealotry and Civil Service available (Brilliant Scientists). Turn 2 Income: 10 Iron, 2 Steeds, 10 Wood, 5 Stone, 10 Income1 - Researched Theological Zealotry2 - Train 3 Knights (-6 Iron, -6 Steeds)3 - Train 2 Swordsman (-2 Iron)4 - Build Hulk (-3 Wood, -2 Iron)Ernesto (Realm III): Victory Richard Heart (5 points), 6 Knights (108 points), 2 Swordsman (4 points) using Charge Versus: Infected Brigade (22 points)Losses: 2 Swordsman (4 points), 1 Knight (18 points)Resources: 14 Wood, 30 Stone, 10 Income Units:Ernesto: Richard Heart (5 points), 5 Knights (90 Points)Eastern Sea, Ernesto: 3 Hulks (30 points)Turn 3 Income: 10 Iron, 2 Steeds, 10 Wood, 5 Stone, 10 Income1 - Researched Medicine (-6 Income)2 - Train 1 Knights (-2 Iron, -2 Steeds)3 - Built 4 Hulks (-12 Wood, -8 Iron)4 - Build Workshop (-22 Stone)Resources: 12 Wood, 13 Stone, 14 Income Units:Ernesto: Workshop, Richard Heart (5 points), 6 Knights (108 Points)Eastern Sea, Ernesto: 7 Hulks (70 points)All those in Ernesto are gathered. They are asked to repent, to offer sacrifices and pledge allegiance to Costa Lumen. Those who do not show proper devotion are cast out of the land for their sins. Many leave, fleeing to unknown lands, but some stay." We will not submit to your theocratic rule! Costa Lumen! Bah, let it strike us down with flame if it is real! Can't you see that these zealots have made up this sham to control us? We will have freedom!" A plague-ridden man with a sword yells, a rather large band of fellow heretics with him. They take up their swords and pitchforks as the Knights arrive." These heretics shall pay for their transgressions upon Costa Lumen and the followers of UNAM Verse Fidel. Purge them from us. Smite them with the sword and burn the bodies of these blasphemers. There is no mercy for those which defy the will of the Lord." Heart calls out, as the zealots charge to trample the unbelievers beneath their steeds. The day is won soon enough. Some Knights lie dead, martyred for their faith, but many more live, and the land is cleansed. Wood: 38Iron: 10 Steeds: 7Stone: 13 Monies: 3517 Iron, 22 Wood, 17 Stone, 21 Steeds, 10 Iron, 11 Income from Maritime Trade End Production:Wood: 60Iron: 37 steeds: 28stone: 35 monies: 15 (trade)End turn:wood: 60iron: 0 steeds: 28stone: 0 monies: 151. Send spy to 2. Build 37 swordsmen3. Build citadel4. Transfer soldiers to home keep army:45 swordsmen2 knights (one being retrained)Heroes: 1 military LVL 1The boy was glistening with sweat. His voice came out in ragged shrieks. "Monsters! Monsters!". The people looked at him strangely as he ran down the street. He ran up to the guards and repeated the same bit about monsters over and over again. Over the next couple of days more folks came in with the same message. "Sir. We must do something. These people report the sightings of monsters. The descriptions they gave sound like plague people. I also got 1 report of a military insignia. We believe it's from.... brigade 7." the military intel man stiffened after he finished speaking. Khan looked at him. "Assemble the army. All of it. We must deal with the scourge quickly, and with lethal forces." A day later he stood in front of his whole assembled army. "Men of this nation, we call upon you in this time of need. I believe you should know the whole situation. Out there, there is a military unit that caught the plague. It is our job to kill them. We must do this not only because it is our job, but because morally we cannot let such a scourge exist because it threatens our children and peace. It threatens science itself! Fight against the scourge of the plague, my brave soldiers!" He spoke passionately. After the finished there was a pause for a second and then there was a massive yell as the whole army yelled as loud as they could. Khan got upon his horse and lead the way to the plague unit less than a mile away. He rode at a slow trot, as he and the other knights weighted a large amount, and they had to have a lot of infantrymen nearby. Khan did not often ride horses, but he was good at it anyhow, a trait many of his people had. Soon they were just a couple of hundred feet from the infected. The army lined up, and then at the same time they all shouted. The knights galloped at the enemies. Khan watched from the front lines, as knights cut down 7 or 8 men before they were dragged off. "FORWARDS MEN!" He yelled, and the army and the other half of the knights charged. He was charging with his lance, and saw the first men head cave inwards, as his lance hit the soldiers face. A fountain of blood sprung up, heading forwards and backwards from the hole. Khan could feel some blood get on his face. He killed 7 more soldiers like that. He saw a man run at him, trying to pull him, when a broad sword cleaved through his skull, and even more blood and some slight brains got on Khan. Furthermore, he reached up and wiped his face,"disgusting. Thank you." He said, first to himself, then to the swordsmen. "Your welcome, good Khan. May I guard your side for right now?" The swordsmen said to him. "You may, but what is your name?" he said. He looked around, and saw that where they were was now behind the battle line. "I am Chester Radar. I am a hero." He said." May I offer you service?"" I work for a guild house in the star lands. You should send money there to pay for me."" I will do that." In the grand hall of Python City Major Pritchett, when one advisers said "This plague is out of control", and someone else said "The Guilds will help Us"Python:31 Wood, 11 Iron, 18 Steeds, 15 Stone | (30 Income?)XX:| Python | Workshop | Capital: Python City:| Formed | None| Capital: ForoeddTurn: 1 - Researched Medicine (-6 Income)2 - Train 5x Knights [-10 Steeds, -10 Iron]3 - Train 1x Swordsmen [-1 Iron]31 Wood, 0 Iron, 8 Steeds, 15 Stone | (24 Income?) Coastal/Islands :, +10 Wood, +5 Iron, +5 Steeds+ 2 Stone + 5 income Workshop:, +3 Wood, +3 Iron, +3 Steeds, + 3 Stone End: 44 Wood, 8 Iron, 16 Steeds, 20 Stone | (39 Income?) Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 2 Swordsmen (2), 5 Crossbowmen(7.5), 5, Horsemen (10), 5 Knights (22.5) Research Metal Casting and Civil Service. Train 1x Swordsmen. End of my first turn. In the house made of the finest minerals outside the blessed Central City, the "Dear Leader" of Ancient Amer land strokes his chin, thinking of the brilliant things his people could come up with, but in reality are too far out of technological reach. Closing his eyes, he begins to predict what might happen in the future of his nation... a deadly attack of terror from rogue militants destroying a market of sorts in Empire City, South Amer land becoming a separate Confederacy in a five-year war before both nations join again, World Wars, colonization of the stars above in the distant future... yet when he woke up he remembered none of it. Deciding that the people need to be free and happy for a good future, he takes his first few steps into the small community of Emerald Town, checking on his people with a cheery smile and a look that promised that one day, Amer land would innovate all life on this world. But the best thing to happen to Amer land that day was no longer being called "Ancient Amer land." Instead, they would don the name, "The Republic of Amer land" and conquer foes while befriending others. WIP Majorly Recruit 22 Swordsmen for 22 Iron Construct Guild House for 20 Stone Hard Workers, doubled Iron production Republic+ 22* Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Steeds, 10 Stone, 3 Income0 Iron, 8 Stone, 19 Steeds, 18 Wood, 4 Income43 Swordsmen, 2 Crossbowmen, 1 Horseman Default Tactics, Pike Charge, Civil Service, Guilds1 Hero (Arch smith Grayson Homemade, Level 2 Combat)1 Keep (XV), 1 Guild House (XV), XV, XVI Turn 4, Year 1001, Age of Feudalism Events :A series of great storms rake across the surface of Chorus, and traveling by sea becomes extremely dangerous during this time, however, the plague's spread has been staunched to Ernesto and Lakota because of them. The people of Chorus take this time to prepare against the oncoming reaper of souls; known commonly as the Blight of Ernesto...(If you do anything at sea, halve your points, and subtract the units)Notice :This is the last turn on the old incomes, on Turn 6 we will swap to the regional incomes, also if you built a fortification, make sure you specify where, also make sure to specify where your governor is governing if you have one. WIP Majorly Construct 8 Hulks for 24 Wood, 16 Iron Recruit 6 Swordsmen for 6 Iron Hire Hero, Governor Level 1 for 5 Income, (Wordsmith Grid Belgrade)Hard Workers, doubled Iron production Republic+ 22* Iron, 6 Wood, 4 Steeds, 10 Stone, 3 Income0 Iron, 18 Stone, 23 Steeds, 0 Wood, 2 Income49 Swordsmen, 2 Crossbowmen, 1 Horseman, 8 Hulks Default Tactics, Pike Charge, Civil Service, Guilds2 Heroes, Arch smith Grayson Homemade (Level 2 Combat), Wordsmith Grid Belgrade (Level 1 Governor)1 Keep (XV), 1 Guild House (XV), XV (Governed by Wordsmith Belgrade), XVI Turn 4 Income: 4 (+3) Iron, 3 (+3) Wood, 8 (+3) Stone, 3 (+3) Steeds1 - Researched Guilds 2 - Train 3 Knights (-6 Iron, -6 Steeds)3 - Send 3 Knights, 7 Hulks to unnamed region (XXI)4 - Build Workshop (-22 Stone)Eastern Sea : Victory?7 Hulks (70 points), 3 Knights (27 points)Versus: The Sea Itself! Losses: 4 Hulks (40 points), 1 Knight (9 points)Resources: 1 Iron, 18 Wood, 2 Stone, 24 Income Units:Ernesto (III): Workshop, Richard Heart (5 points), 6 Knights (54 Points)Lux Terra (XXI): Workshop, 2 Knights (18 points)Eastern Sea, Lux Terra: 3 Hulks (30 points)"Now at last, we have cleansed ourselves. It is now time to go into the world, and preach the news of Costa Lumen!" A Knight Priest calls out to a crowd of eager zealots on the shores of the small town of Lucia Li tore, festering wildly at a fleet of large ships. "We are destined to go out into the world and bring the Knight's Priesthood into its place as the authority of the world!" Hundreds of valiant knights board the vessels, and set sail for unknown waters..." Drop the Sails! Secure everything on Deck!" the First mate offbeat Specially out above the noise of a roaring sea, the crash of thunder, and the frightened whinnies of the steeds below deck. "We can't let the ship be torn asunder!"" Nostra Lumen, have mercy on us! We only do your will!" Shouts a man on the deck, as a giant wave crashes over the Hulk's deck. A frightened scream is heard, as several men are thrown overboard into the sea. Some men gather on the rail of the ship to look as their companions drown, one pulled down fast by the chain mail he wears." Back, away from the side! Do you want to be knocked into the sea too?" the First Mate calls to the onlookers. "Back to your posts! Secure the ship!"" Ira Dominic heading our way!" the unlucky sailor atop the mast calls out to men below. The First Mate looks to see the ship Ira Dominic, sails shredded by the wind, swiftly carried on a wave towardsBeatam Seem." Brace yourselves!" is the last thing he shouts before Ira Dominicollides with their ship, wood splintering. Ira Dominic broken in two on the ship's bow, butBeatam Seem's front is complete wrecked. A Final Wave capsizes both the vessels, and their remains sink below the waves." Land Ho!" the watchman calls out. Cheers erupt aroundRedemptor, one of only three surviving vessels of the seven that ventured out. "Blessed Lumen, We've found land!" Boats with Knights on board are sent to shore. Within a few months, they'd have a colony right settled. They'd already decided on a name: Lux Terra, the Land of Light. Base But, Shades mar, West of the HighfellsThrough the rolling hills and dells of the land called by men Shades mar the warriors under the eaves of night marched. Their banners were the black and white of the High prince, and as they came closer to the wooden redoubt, those upon the walls could tell they were bone tired. Marching the Serpent's Pass from Base Cor was not a path for the fainthearted, with the High fells on one side rising to scrape the sky and the Jagged Peaks on the other, ever capped in winter's embrace. But here, in the fertile vales of Shades mar, herds of immense stallions were already in evidence, and the first signs of the agriculture that the rich soil of this province promised. It was well indeed that the reach of the Hegemony was long, and her hand iron, for this land would have been fallow and useless before the coming of the Sons. It was the farthest towards the falling of the sun that any man from the March had ventured, but it was a wise and bold traveler who had dared to cross the mountains and found out the route into this land, hard as the journey was. Start- 62 Wood, 40 Iron, 24 Steeds, 52 Stone | 44 Money (+26)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horsemen, 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland) | 4 Horsemen (deployed the March) | 5 Horsemen (deployed Shades mar)Events: Actions: 1) Army of 12 Horse lords, 16 Swordsmen recruited in the March [-40 Iron, -24 Steeds]2) Workshop constructed in The March for 22 Stone3) Citadel constructed in Shades mar for 30 Stone, 5 Money4) Colonists dispatched to Shades mar [VIII]End- 108 Wood, 52 Iron, 38 Steeds, 48 Stone | 65 Money (+26)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horse lords, 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland) | 16 Horse lords, 16 Swordsmen (deployed the March) | 5 Horse lords (deployed Shades mar)The Landscape Hegemony IPython:44 Wood, 8 Iron, 16 Steeds, 20 Stone | (39 Income?)XX:| Python | Workshop | Capital: Python City:| Formed | None| Capital: ForoeddTurn: 1 -Spy takes resources, Redid Khümüüs2 - Train 5x Knights [-10 Steeds, -10 Iron]3 - Train 3x Swordsmen [-1 Iron]0 Iron, 44 Wood, 20 Stone, 6 Steeds, | (39 Income?) I - 6 Iron, 5 Wood, 6 Stone, 2 Steeds - 4 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 3 Steeds, 3 Income Workshop: +3 Iron, +3 Wood, + 3 Stone, +3 Steeds End: 13 Iron, 66 Wood, 28 Stone, 14 Steeds, | (52 Income?) Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 5 Swordsmen (5), 5 Crossbowmen(7.5), 5, Horsemen (10), 10 Knights (45) wood: 60Iron: 0 Steeds: 28Stone: 0 Monies: 1517 Iron, 22 Wood, 17 Stone, 21 Steeds, 10 Iron, 11 Income from Maritime Trade End Production:Wood: 82Iron: 17 Steeds:49Stone: 17 Monies: 26 Buildings:Workshop (1)Citadel Army: Swordsmen (45)Knights (2)Heroes:Military LVL 1 (1)Actions:1. 2. Bought 17 swordsmen?3. 4. Claudius scowled as he looked over the reports. "Damned. The Blight is coming." He turned to his adviser. "Possibly one day we can destroy this scourge. One day, that is. For now though, we must build. I want all guilds who wish for refuge here to be welcome. Bismarck shall be known across Chorus as the home of wealth and skill." Resources:34 Income, 26 Wood, 26 Iron, 14 Steeds, 36 Stone, accounting for turn gains. One hero. Metal Casting, Guilds, Theological Zealotry and Civil Service available (Brilliant Scientists). Turn 5, Year 1001, Age of Feudalism Events :With the Season of Storms having subsided, the great powers of Chorus prepare themselves for another strike from the Exception Blight...(Nothing happens... yet.) Turn 4 Income: 13 Iron, 14 Wood, 18 Stone, 17 Steeds, 10 Income : 4 (+3) Iron, 3 (+3) Wood, 8 (+3) Stone, 3 (+3) Steeds : 3 (+3) Iron, 5 (+3) Wood, 4 (+3) Stone, 8 (+3) Steeds1 - Researched Civil Service2 - Train 4 Knights in Ernesto(-8 Iron, -8 Steeds)3 - Train 2 Knights in Lux Terra (-4 Iron, -4 Steeds)4 - Build Guild Hall in Ernesto (-20 Stone)Formed (Realm I): Victory Richard Heart (5 points), 5 Knights (90 points) using Charge Versus: Chthonian Army (? Points)Losses: ? Knights (? Points)Resources: 2 Iron, 32 Wood, 5 Steeds, 34 Income Units:Ernesto (III): Workshop, Guild House, 4 Knights (81 Points)Lux Terra (XXI): Workshop, 4 Knights (45 points)Eastern Sea, Lux Terra: 3 Hulks (30 points)Formed (I): Richard Heart (5 points), Knights (? Points)"Anointed One, the heathens of Python have occupied the lands to the North. What shall we do, lord?" The Priest knelt before High Priest Templar Richard Heart, awaiting the answer. It was expected that the order to invade would be given." Nostra Lumen has given us a test to prove our everlasting devotion. Now we can redeem ourselves before Our Lord's eyes! Those who brought the affliction upon us have been driven out and destroyed! Now rise, you faithful. To convert the heathens or put them to the sword! To the north!" With a wild shout, the zealots took up arms, mounted their steeds, and prepared for holy war against the Bithynians. West of Shades mar, Untamed Lands The rumble of the cavalry over the mountainous plains was a tumult, audible for miles. There were wild men, some of which even rose into battle on proper stallions with steel weapons. But they would bow to the High prince, as they were meant to. Start- 108 Wood, 52 Iron, 38 Steeds, 48 Stone | 65 Money (+26)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horse lords, 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland) | 16 Horse lords, 16 Swordsmen (deployed the March) | 5 Horse lords (deployed Shades mar)Actions: 1) Recruited 19 Horse lords, 14 Swordsmen - Shadesmar2) Constructed Workshop - Westland - 22 Stone3) Colonists dispatched to Mare mere - IX4) Army of 26 Knights and 14 Swordsmen attacks XXI using Charge - 496 Strengthen- 165 Wood, 58 Iron, 49 Steeds, 81 Stone | 91 Money (+26)Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry Army: 4 Horse lords, 2 Swordsmen (deployed Westland) | 16 Horse lords, 16 Swordsmen (deployed the March) | 26 Horse lords, 14 Swordsmen (deployed Shades mar) From the city of Python the Major Pritchett marched leading the Knights Python. They speed tho the Nor than woods towards the Ernesto troops with drum beats driving them on. Foroedd (Realm I): VictoryMaelor Pritchett (5 points), 5 Horsemen (20), 10 Knights (180 points) using Charge Versus: Ernesto Army (? Points)Losses: ? Horsemen (? Points), Knights (? Points)Python:13 Iron, 66 Wood, 28 Stone, 14 Steeds, | (52 Income?)XX:| Python | Workshop, Guild Hall | 8 Swordsmen (8), 5 Crossbowmen(7.5), 5 Knights (45)I:| Formed | None| 5 Horsemen (10), 10 Knights (90)Turn: 1 - Build Guild Hall in Python (-20 Stone)2 - Train 5x Knights [-10 Steeds, -10 Iron]3 - Train 3x Swordsmen [-1 Iron]4 – Free Foroedd0 Iron, 66 Wood, 8 Stone, 4 Steeds, | (39 Income?) I - 6 Iron, 5 Wood, 6 Stone, 2 Steeds - 4 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 3 Steeds, 3 Income Workshop: +3 Iron, +3 Wood, + 3 Stone, +3 Steeds End: 13 Iron, 80 Wood, 20 Stone, 12 Steeds, | (65 Income?) Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry WIP Recruit 12 Swordsmen for 12 Iron Recruit 3 Crossbowmen for 8 Iron and 4 Wood Construct Keep in XVI for 25 Stone Purchase 5 Iron for 5 Income Incomes -XV - 8 Iron, 3 Wood, 6 Stone, 0 Steeds - 6 Iron, 1 Wood, 4 Stone, 0 Steeds Totals -0 Iron, 3 Stone, 0 Steeds, 0 Wood, 0 Income62 Swordsmen, 5 Crossbowmen, 1 Horseman, 8 Hulks Default Tactics, Pike Wall, Civil Service, Guilds2 Heroes, Arch smith Grayson Homemade (Level 2 Combat), Wordsmith Grid Belgrade (Level 1 Governor)1 Keep (XV), 1 Keep (XVI), 1 Guild House (XV), XV (Governed by Wordsmith Belgrade), XVI Python:13 Iron, 80 Wood, 20 Stone, 12 Steeds, | (65 Income?)XX:| Python | Workshop, Guild Hall | 8 Swordsmen (8), 5 Crossbowmen(7.5), 5 Knights (45)I:| Formed | None| 5 Horsemen (10), 10 Knights (90)XX:| Northeast | None | 3 Swordsmen (3), 5 Knights (45)Turn: 1 - Colonists dispatched to Northeast - II2 - Train 5x Knights [-10 Steeds, -10 Iron]3 - Train 3x Swordsmen [-1 Iron]0 Iron, 80 Wood, 20 Stone, 2 Steeds, | (65 Income?) I - 6 Iron, 5 Wood, 6 Stone, 2 Steeds - 6 Iron, 5 Wood, 6 Stone, 2 Steeds - 4 Iron, 4 Wood, 3 Stone, 3 Steeds, 3 Income Workshop: +3 Iron, +3 Wood, + 3 Stone, +3 Steeds End: 19 Iron, 97 Wood, 38 Stone, 12 Steeds, | (65 Income?) Techs: Metal casting, Guilds, Civil Service, Theological Zealotry

Cradle of Civilizations [Dead_IC]|rating:3.0

Vampire human Horror love

The time when humans and vampires were at peace from each other two vampire brothers wanted more than nothing to have the two girls that they wanted. Then a witch sealed them both up deep down in a coffin for them to sleep forever until they both would wake up. It is the year of 1785 a hundred years of changed the girls that were going to be taken by the vampire brothers and been sealed away for a hundred years they are back but in a different life. The sisters have been thinking about the past of the two brothers and the sister go in the deep seal room and opened the seal and this time the brothers are alive and will get what they want the sisters from a hundred years ago. Name Maori Age 23 (150) Bio Maori is one of the vampire brothers, and he is not like his older brother he is mean and rude and is a good fighter but his brother more evil than him but they both love one thing girls. They both wanted the girls and turned them into vampires just like them years ago, but a witch sealed them forever until now. Picture Name Piñata Age 21 Bio Piñata is one of the sister she is the youngest one and thinking that her sister and her both different she is always shy around people and they both heard about with the brothers from a hundred years ago, and she wants to see if it is true. She opened the seal of the older brother, and she doesn't become the lover of the older vampire brother. Picture: Name: Aiden Age: 25 [152]Race: vampire Bio: Once fallen for a human girl, him and his younger brother try to seduce these girls. They became trapped by a witch, who cast them into a coffin for hundred years. Sealed from the world and away from the ones they desire. Hundred years have passed, and his coffin has been opened by the younger sibling, but he does not want her. Name: Yuri Age: 22Bio: Yuri is the oldest of the sisters. There was a time when she and her younger sister were told of stories about these two vampire brothers. It was a story that the girls became interested in, and they wanted to find them. For many years both the brothers were sealed by the witch and never coming out again. A hundred years later the sisters were the girls while the brothers were alive and the younger brother hated his brother for taking the one he likes Maori and his brother have been sealed for a long time until something happen to them both the sisters from when they were not sealed years ago. Maori woke up first and left the coffin and saw the youngest sister and didn’t like her but felt she did have a sister, and he left right away and loved it as the older sister wants to know about them. Maori saw the older sister and wanted her so badly and will do anything to have her. Maori went in his brother mind “this girl is mine you stay away from her got it.” Minute had listened to her sister about the stories about the vampire brothers and thought she could find it the seal. The night while her sister was sleeping Piñata went to look for the seal, and she walked in the woods and fell down a deep hole and hurt her head and saw coffins and didn’t think of it most of the time. Piñata touched them both seeing if they were real but than she turned around and almost walked away until the coffin of the younger brother opened and saw him and was scared, but the brother knew she was the girl from when they were alive before they were sealed and didn’t want her. Piñata saw him leave and looked at the other coffin and looked at it for a while now and what would come out of that one. Being sealed for hundred years can really mess with a vampire's mind. He had sworn to himself to kill the witch that imprisoned them for so long, but he thought she should be dead by now. As he was stuck in his coffin, he heard his brother talk to him in his mind. Telling him that he wanted the older sister and that Aiden couldn't have her. 'So much for first dibs' he thought to himself. Then he wondered who could have opened his brother's coffin. Just thinking about that Aiden wanted out so badly. Then all of a sudden he had opened the coffin and lifted himself out of it. After he stretched, he looked around the place to find one out of the two sisters. He stared at her and then walked towards her. "What's your name?" he asked her. After telling her sister about the stories of the brother had made her tired. She had talked about a possible way of opening the seal, but thought it would be foolish to do so. So she went off to bed and fell asleep. Yuri was fast asleep and thinking of what it would be like to actually meet them. A couple of hours had passed, and she awoke to a sound in the night. As she sat up in her bed, she saw someone in her room. She didn't know what to do, but she knew that it wasn't her sister that was there. "W-w-who are y-you?" she asked. Maori looked at her and got closer to her and felt something about her and was grinning most of the time and thought she was cute and a sweet human girl like before "My name is Maori you might know me I was sealed a hundred years ago by a witch my brother and I are trying to do what he and I tried to do before but he and I failed cause of a witch sealed us up for a hundred years. My brother and I will turn you and your little sister into a vampire like us, and first you will be first on my list, but you should thank you and your little sister for braking the seal and released us from the seal. " Maori got closer to her and sat on her bed and looks at her with his red eyes and put his hand on her check and moved her hair away from her neck and licking his lips. Piñata turned around and saw a man coming out of the coffin, and she thought to herself It can't be the older vampire brother it said that he is the mean and good-looking one he tries to get women to love him more than his own brother that is what I heard about him of course." Piñata looked at him and thought he was cute and shook her head and saw him looking at her, and he walked to her and asking her name and didn't like him she was scared of him "My name is Piñata and are you one of the vampire brothers that was sealed away by the witch many years ago?" Aiden stared at the girl some more and loved her name. "Yes, I am. My name is Aiden." he told her with a smile. After that he looked around some more and wondered how they were going to get out. He extended his hand to her so she could take it. "I'm going to get us out of here, and then you can take to your house. I'm guessing that my brother is there and that he already met your sister." he said as he looked at her. Yuri didn't know what to say to that, but the fact that he touched her made her jump a little. Those eyes kind of scared her a little, but she didn't like the fact that he liked his lips as he looked at her neck. "Where's my sister?" she asked him. She needed to know that she was alright. "Also, you should be hungry after being locked away for so long. You should go eat before you try to turns." she told him as she started to move away in the opposite direction from Maori. Piñata looked at him and looked at the hand and sigh about it and put her hand on his "alright than but please why do you always stare at me so much what is really is about me, you stared at." Piñata looked at him more and her hair was blowing a small gust of wind blows her hair and she looked beautiful as well. Yuki saw her jumped and sigh and looked at her with the eyes of blood and sigh about it "your sister is with my older brother I can feel his liking he is worse than me, he likes girls see with my brother is he is a ladykiller worse than me, he will take her and stare at her for a while until she is in love with him and then kisses her and turns her into like he is, but he will be taking it slow for a while." Yuki licked his lips and thinking about it and went in his brother mind again "brother what are you doing to her sister what is your plan anyway?" Yuki looked at her and said to her "don't worry I will eat soon enough just not you that is not my thing my brother on the other hand might." Aiden smiled at her and lifted her and himself out of the hole. "It's what Do when I see a beautiful girl." he said to her once they were out the hole. 'We'll be with you soon. The plan is to wait for a couple of days until we get our energy up.' he sent back. "Now where do you live?" he asked as he placed her down. Yuri fell out of the bed at the last statement. She really hopes that her sister was alright. She sat up from the floor and rubbed the back of her head before standing up. Then she looked Dow Nat herself and saw that she was in her night gown. Then she looked at Maori, "Okay, then why don't you go do that now, and I wait here for my sister's return." she told as she straighten out her gown. Piñata looked at him and blushed a little bit and couldn't help it at all. Piñata pointed at the big house it was white and black "that is my home my sister and I live there but what are you and your brother going to do to us?" Piñata looked at him, she is a beautiful girl. Yuki listened to his voice and sigh about it "alright brother than when we get our powers back what are you really going to do about the girl that you really like what are you going to do to her older brother is what I like to know." Yuki looked at her while talking to his brother and not telling her anything "I am not going anywhere besides your sister and my brother are together, and they are not far from here they will be here in 2 minutes or more so don't worry, and I can read your mind by the way your name is Yuri right and your sister is Piñata right?" Aiden liked the way that she blushed, and then he took her hand again and set off towards the house. 'I plan on turning her as soon as I get my energy up, how 'bout you?' he sent. He looked at the house and thought it would be lovely for all four of them, but they need something more remote after the change. "Well, we plan on turning you both into vampires like us." he said to her with a seducing smile. Yuri looked at him, "So much for keeping what I really what to say to myself then." she told him, and then she moved back to her bed to sit down. "And yes, I'm Yuri and my younger sister is Piñata. There is one thing that I would like to ask you. How did you get into my room?" she asked him because her room was on the second floor and the window was locked. There was no way that they were able to get out by themselves, so she knew exactly who let them out of their seal. 'Why didn't she just wait' Yuri thought to herself? Yuki looked at her most of the time and when she heard her brother about that he sigh “well brother I will do that when the time is right and when she is in love with me that is how I do that and be evil about it not like you brother.” Yuki said to him and Yuki looked at her “well lets just say I can get in without being invited in that is one of my powers not like my brother and I can walk through walls I never knew I can do that by the way.” Yuki looked at her and smiled with a grin on his face with his red blood eyes looking at her. Piñata looked at him and backed up from him, and she was at the wall of the door and looked at him “but why us I don’t understand why are you and your brother after me and my sister.” Piñata looked at him, and she was scared, and the wind was blowing her hair and her neck is showing to him her blood is sweet. Yuri had to look away from him because his eyes were creeping her out. "Do you mind telling me why you keep looking at me that way?" she asked him. Just looking into his eyes, she could see the bloodlust of hundred years. She'd crossed her arms across her chest as she sat on the bed waiting for her sister to return home. Aiden just looks at her confused, "Well, because we want you both and only you two. So help me, we'll do anything to have you guys. If it means turning you against your will to have you for an external lifetime then we'll do it." he told her as he took her hand again and opened the door to the house. 'Mother was right, we are totally different' he sent back. Then he led Piñata upstairs and into Yuri's room. "Now, we're all together." he laughed. Piñata saw him going closer to her and didn’t like him at all he was evil but not like his brother. She heard that they both are different evil yes but way different. Piñata saw it in his eyes he is pure evil and would do anything to get Piñata on his side. Yuki listened to his brother and sigh about it and hated him for it and Yuki saw the door opening and saw his brother and Miss Piñata “Well brother you are so late lie always Miss Yuri this is my older brother the evil one and the ladykiller like I said before now brother what you think we should do these girls have heard about us, and they know the story about us what is your plan.” Aiden looked at his brother and then the other sister. "You sure know how to pick them." he said out loud and then looked back at his brother. "Well, like I said. We'll eat and then we'll turn them. After that, move to a more remote place where people won't suspect a thing." he told him. Yuri looked at the older brother. His comment was something that offended her. Then she got up from the bed to go to her sister. She hugged her, "Are you okay?" she asked. "I was worried about you. Come on, let's go to the bathroom to clean you up." she told her as she grabbed her hand and led her there. She opened the door to the bathroom and then walked in with Piñata closing the door after them. After that, she turned on the hot water and grabbed a towel to wash her sister's face. Yuki looked at his brother and saw the girls left the room and sigh about it Yuri looked at his brother "Brother do you really like the younger sister Piñata or are you going to use her that is what I am thinking do you really love this girl and take her away from here." Yuki looked at his own brother felt different about his brother on this for him and felt different about him. Piñata looked at her sister and sigh most of the time "sister what do you know about the older brother Aiden what is like really what do you remember from him what you told me about him and what did you learn from his younger brother?" Piñata wanted to know about Aiden she was scared of him and didn't like him at all. Aiden looked at the girls as they left then we to go suit near his brother. "You know my past, and you know how I am." he told him. "I never show how I truly feel up front. And I do love her, just like I loved the first one before the accident." he said as he looked at the door. Ever since the accident, Aiden's changed, his attitude NAD they way he feels towards people. "I came have a lust for revenge and a lust for girls at the same time. Even if the two mix, only she can change my ways." he told him as he placed a hand on his little brother's shoulder. Yuri wiped away all the dirt from Piñata's face. She thought about what her sister said, and it was going to take her some time to gather her thoughts, but she finally spoke. "Well, Aiden might seem evil and nasty, but he never really started out like that. Long ago, there was this girl that was truly beautiful and Aiden had an eye out for her. He loved her and she loved him back. Everything was going perfect until one day she was killed. He could do nothing about it and that made him angry, so angry that when anybody approached him, they'll regret it by waking up in the hospital." as she spoke she leaned against the counter. "He was changed ever since, but the love on a woman can change a man. I know he has feelings for you, but I could tell that it's hard for him to show them. So just bare with him and show him that you care." she said as she gave Piñata another a hug., Then she pulled away, "Well, Maori is different from him, kind of. Their powers are different, I just don't really know. We should get back thought." she said as she opened the door and went back to her room with Piñata. Yuki looked at his brother sigh about it as well "brother loving Miss Piñata and turning will not get her back and didn't even know that Piñata looks like the girl you loved maybe she is the girl you loved years ago but remember brother turning her might be bad I am not you but for having them as human for a while it is nice beside I hear that our home is up for sale maybe we could live there as in you take Piñata like kidnap her like when she sleeps and take her there and I can live here and then turn her and like you turn her without them knowing what is going and what happen to them both. What do you think brother?" Yuki plans were evil good that is why they are the same in with getting what they want. Piñata looked at her sister and learned about Yuki "Well for what heard about Yuki is he is evil and tricky as sometimes, and he is good like that. Yuki as a good thing for girls and was in love with a girl he loved her as well, but some vampire got to her and killed her, and she never knew about what he was and Yuki killed him as well. The girl did look like you and the girls are us that is why I broke the seal we were their lovers in the past sister and their plans are turning us into vampires and what happens if we sleep at night I don't know, but they are evil what is Aiden going to do me I am just scared of him not at Yuki he is good to me and strong but his older brother I am scared of." Piñata looked at her sister and was scared as well and hugging her, so tight didn't want to let go of her. Yuri felt the strength in her sister's hug and hugged her back. "That reminds me." she said as she broke loose from the hug. She pinched her sister in the arm. "That's for breaking the seal. I thought we were going to do it together." she told her. "But I don't know what they're going to do. I know there's nothing that we can do because they are stronger than us, so whatever happens, happens okay." She said as she grabbed her hand and led her back into the room. Aiden looked at his brother and smiled. He loved the fact that he brother has grown on him with his slick ideas. "I like the sound of that. No wonder why I like you so much. In some ways, you're like me maybe even better," he smiled. "So lets hope that they fall asleep now after all they've been through with us." he said as he stood up at the sound of the door opening. Yuki smiled about that and laughed bit "well don't worry about something I got a trick for you older brother I can do this, but it is not a full power yet see the younger sister is tired and listen what I can do." Yuki put his hands in front of the door and used a little bit of red came of it and went into the younger sister body and. Piñata and a bad feeling about it as well and then Piñata felt something, and she drops on the floor, and she fell right to sleep, and she was cute when she sleeps, and she was weak about it to. Yuki heard someone falling on the ground and smiled "I guess my sleeping powers haven't changed one bit it must be the younger sister are you going to steal her older brother?" Yuri glanced at her sister and saw her fall. She got down on her knees and looked at her. She felt that she still had a pulse, but that she was also fast asleep. "You just had to pass out at a time like this." she said to herself. She didn't know what to do, but she had a feeling things were going to change for the both of them. Aiden was amazed what his brother could do and was glad that this plan would be easy. "Of course, but what about the other one." he told him. He really thought that this plane was going to work. Now he didn't have to wait a few days after all. He would finally get what he wanted after one hundred years. Aiden was excited, and then he started to walk towards the door to get Piñata. As he saw Yuri sitting there looking at her sister. Yuki looked at his brother and sigh about it and knew Yuri was still awake and was glad about it as well. "Well brother you could think of something how to put her sleep and I will keep her here until you're done with Miss Piñata." Yuki looked at him and had a feeling he might have a plan with Miss Yuri anyway. Piñata was in a deep and doesn't know what to do Piñata is in a deep only a vampire kiss can wake up. Aiden looked at Piñata, Yuri and then his brother. "I've got something in mind alright." once he said that, he stood Yuri up and looked into her eyes. Staring her dead in the eyes and then all of a sudden, the color of his eyes had changed to a deep blue. Sending her into a calm and unquestionable sleep. After both her eyes were closed, he picked her up gently and then laid her down on the bed. "Here you are brother, have fun." he said as he went back into the hall and picked up Piñata to take her away. "Don't hurt her. We don't want them to hate us." he told him. Yuri was in the middle of the hall looking at her sister's body. Then out of nowhere, she sees Aiden come in there and stand her up. She doesn't know what he's going to do, but she didn't like it. When he looked into her eyes, she saw peace, and she could hear him telling her to fall into a deep sleep and she did. She fell into a deep sleep and when she wakes up, she will have no memory of what happened. Yuki looked at his brother and saw him made Yuri asleep and thought he was good about what he did to miss Yuri, and he looked at Miss Yuri and kissed her on the forehead and his eyes are red not of lust but for love for her. Yuki looked at his brother and sigh about it and said to him "please brother I would never hurt the one I love, but I guess you will call me when the time is right for us to turn them, and you have fun with Miss Piñata." Yuki looked away from his brother and looked at Miss Yuri and Smiled. Piñata was in a deep and can't wake up and at all. Aiden looked at his brother. "I call you as soon as I get there. To say that we made it and that we'll be able to turn them. I don't think that you'll want to give them the choice. Well, bye brother." he said and then he was off. Heading towards their estate away from his brother and the other sister. After about fifteen minutes, Aiden made to the estate and opened the front door. Once he was in, he placed Piñata down in his upstairs bedroom. Then he called Yuki, "Hey we're here. Should we start the process?" he asked him. Yuri was based out, and she was dreaming of her sister and other things like what it would be like to be a vampire. Yuki heard the phone ring and got the phone and heard his brother voice "alright brother my powers are coming back and Yuri is dreaming that she wants to be a vampire I guess I get what I want from her, but I don't know about Miss Piñata what is going on with her." Yuki felt something about Miss piñata "Brother you turn Piñata into a vampire very soon but do something what you are good for making her fall in love with you, I will call you when I turn Miss Yuri into a vampire alright later brother." Yuki got off the phone with him and went to the bed where Yuri sleeps and knows that she wants to be turned he can feel it. Yuki put Yuri on his lap and smiled and showing his fangs and bites into her neck. Piñata dreams and doesn't want to be changed until she really does Aiden, and she doesn't yet until he does something that no other man can do for her. Aiden hangs up the phone and then stares at Piñata. He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. He had brushed a few strands of hair they were on her face. "You will soon be mine, my love." he whispered into her ear. Then he looked at her more deeply and saw how beautiful she slept. Then he thought, 'why not, it might make her change her mind.' Aiden had leaned down and kissed her with passion of love. While Yuri was dreaming, she could feel an uneasy presence. Then all of a sudden her eyes had opened wide. She wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. She felt his fangs deep into her neck and she felt pain. Yuri knew that her life was changing at this very second and there is nothing she could do. Piñata felt like something, but she couldn’t help it and then she opened her eyes and saw him kissing her and blushed when he kissed her and felt his fangs and couldn’t help it, but she blushed the whole time while he kissed her. “Aiden please why are you kissing me and where are you what happen?” Piñata looked at him with her light purple eyes of hers. Yuki drinks Yuri blood and looks at her and licks her neck and cuts his wrist and puts his blood in his mouth and leans down and kisses her on the lips and wanted her to be like him to never die and be love with her forever. Yuki felt something in Piñata she as no clue what is really happening, but she will be the same as her sister. “Brother you better do it fast before something bad happens again.” Aiden pulled away from the kiss and looked at her." I'm kissing you because I love you. We're at my house and your sister..." he paused for a bit. "Well, she's just been turned and now my dear, it's your turn." He said this as he lifted her up into his lap and then bit into her neck drawing blood. 'Oh, your blood is so sweet' he thought to himself. Then after he was done with that, he took some blood from himself, into his mouth and then kissed Piñata again. Yuri knew exactly what was going on and wasn't even surprised when he kissed her. After he'd drunk her blood and then fed some of his own to her. She thought to herself, 'you're getting exactly what you've always wanted. Now where's my sister?' she couldn't help but think that the same thing was happening to her and that they would live this way together. Yuki loved this and heard her as well and couldn’t help it as well. And When he was done and looked at her and put her on the bed and looks at her and smiles and when she asks about her sister she didn’t have a choice in the matter “well my brother took her to our home, and she is turning her into a vampire, but I guess my brother will not understand that Piñata will be different as in a strong shy vampire she could be a killer, but that is what he likes this is his thing he does love her and would do anything to have her like me as well. But I won’t focus you to drink blood you can drink when you need it alright please Yuri you need to sleep alright being one of us is a lot of power I am glad you are one of us, but there is something I don’t understand how do you know about us and why you and your sister have pictures of us on your walls?” Piñata saw him bite her neck and felt something about him and blushed and Piñata eyes was light purple and when she tasted his blood and felt something different about her and put her hand on top of his head and was falling in love with him, and she can’t help it. Piñata closed her eyes and tasting his blood even more and said to him “Aiden do you really love me so much and is my sister and I going to belong to you and your brother do you both love us so much ever since what happen to you both hundred years ago?” Yuri looked at him and then at the surrounding pictures. "I know about you because you and your brother were once in five with our great aunts. Since them, the stories of you guys were somehow passed down to us. Mostly because they didn't want us to be involved or to ever find the seal." she told him, and then she had a question to ask. "Why'd you pick me and not my sister?" she stated. Aiden looked at her with lusting eyes. "Of course we do and yes you do belong to us because we made you two. We would be really hurt if you guys left us after all we've done just to have you." he told her. Then he sent a message to his brother, 'what do we do now?' he sent. Yuki looked at her and sat down on her bed looking at her and felt blushed about it, they both really like them. When Yuri why he picked her not her sister "well I can say that is you look like the girl I fell in love with that is why and my brother was going to take you from me and I didn't want that and besides your sister was not my type anyway." Yuki put his hand on her cheek and smiled with his fangs showing to her. And Yuri heard his brother and said to him "well I am trying to talk to her, you can do what you want brother I guess I will bring her to our home tomorrow see you tomorrow than." Piñata looked at him and saw him having a lust for her, and she put her head on his chest and felt something about him and was in love with him "what happen to my great aunt time please what happen to them how they died and besides I am falling in love with you, I do love you." Piñata was blushing a lot and was in love with him, and she can't help it. Aiden placed a hand on her head. 'See you tomorrow then' he sent back. "Your great aunt that I was in love with died by a vampire just like the one my brother was in love with. We killed them, but we couldn't save your aunts. The witch found us and thought we did it. So she decided to seal us away." then he laid down and laid her down with him. "They be here tomorrow." he told her. Yuri looked at Yuki and blushed a little. She saw his fangs and this time when he placed a hand on her cheek, she didn't flinch. She just smiled at him and then leaned in to kiss him, but didn't. "How do I know that you love me and how do you know if I love you back?" she asked up close. 'If you could answer that question then I'll be happy to be yours' she spoke to him. Yuki laughed about that and knew as well "Well lets see you wanted to be turned by a vampire you wanted something to happen to you, and you write your name and my name all over your dairy does that answer your question, and you know what you feel about us, and you blushed as well." Yuki looked at her and his eyes are red and lust for her. Piñata looked at him and sat up a little and her hand on his check and kissed him deeply and ask him more thing How do I know you are not lying to me can you show me how much you truly love me." Aiden looked at her confused. "What else could I do? I've kissed and turned you." He didn't know what else she wanted. He laid there just looking at her. "Besides, you need to get some rest." he told her. Yuri looked at him and then back away a little. She felt kind of embarrassed that he knew all that. It wasn't something that she wanted to be shared and that made her cheeks turn red. So she sat there, "Well, that didn't answer the other question, how do I know that you love me and not because I remind you of my great aunt?" she asked him. Piñata looked at him and felt something, and she blushed as well, and she lay down on the bed, and it was soft, and she liked it and then she asks him "Aiden can you lay with me?" Yuki looked at her and smiled "well let me think I do know you have saying stuff in your mind a lot and." Yuki got close to her with lust in his eyes "I know you really do love me you care for me a lot. Yuri you and I belong together I love you I would die for you please understand that alright." Aiden had laid beside her and wrapped Piñata into his arms." Don't worry about anything else tonight." he said as he kissed her forehead. "All will be well." Yuri just looked at him. "I understand perfectly." she told him, and then she leaned in and kissed his cheek. After that she had laid down in her bed and stared out the window. She was happy to be turned, but there was still something about it that made her uneasy. 'I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into' she said in her thoughts. Piñata looked at him and felt something between them and loved him. Piñata fell right to sleep in his arms and talk to him in his mind "I love you." Yuki looked at her and smiled when she kissed him on the cheek and smiled and heard what she said and could hear it. Yuki leaned down to her and smiled and then kissed her on the lips deeply. "I love you Yuri I will protect you always I promise you that." Aiden smiled and then kissed the top of her head. He held her close and wished that she would fall asleep. Everything should be good for now on, but there could be situation later. Yuri looked at him with a smile. "I like the sound of that." then she kissed him right back. "Now, how about you lay down right beside me. Like you said I need my rest and I can't sleep if I know you're just going to stare at me." she told him. Piñata looked at him and saw him wanting her to sleep, and she nodded and closed her eyes and feel right to sleep and loved to sleep for a while and Piñata had dreams about him and her being together forever. Yuki looked at her and smiled and laughed as well Yuki went on her bed and lay on it and pulled her on him and stoke her hair for a while "just go to sleep and when you wake up we will see my brother and your sister as well just sleep." Aiden held her close to him and then listen to the night. He was glad that she got the message of trying to get some rest because they would need it. He thought about there being a descendant of the witch that might know about them being released. The girls needed to be trained before anything bad went down. He needed to talk to his brother right away. Yuri smiled at him and then had shut her eyes. She needed her rest, also she wanted to figure out a way to block him from her thoughts. For her to know that he could go in there and listen to anything she says, was something that she didn't want. As she quietly slept, she thought about her sister and she viewed thoughts of the past with her great aunts. Which was something that was weird for her, but she saw everything. How the two brothers loved them and how they eventually died. She pushed that aside and thought of something happy instead, like her sister. Yuki looked at her and smiled while she sleeps and then hearing his brother voice and knew something was wrong and then he had her on him and went in his brother mind and then they talked for a while. "Dear brother what is wrong you look worried about something?" Piñata was sleeping and dreaming with their great aunts in love with them, but she didn't want to think about it, she went to dream like happy things like her sister and her when they were little and having a great time together and wishing they could be like that again. Aiden heard his brother and then responded, 'Do you think there could be a descendant of the witch? One that could've been watching our coffins to make sure that none opened them?' he sent. This was really important to know because it could be bad situation for them and the girls. 'You need to get here right a way. They need to be trained, now.' Yuri was fast asleep just dreaming and hoping at the same time. As she dreamed about her sister and everything else, she saw other things in her head that were kind of disturbing. She saw things and heard things as well. Yuri the true forms of the brothers and that scared her awake. Yuki was listening to his brother about it and thought of it as well. "Brother I think they might be been, but I am not saying they are does it matter to you and me we have our lovers back that is all matter to me and training is not a bad thing we should and...." Yuki saw her awake fast and thought something was wrong as well "Yuri what is wrong?" Piñata was dreaming still and thought of things like her sister more and wishing what would happen if they never opened the coffins of the brothers and wish she never did she does love him, but she loved him in her dreams and wishing for it to go away what happen to their old selves in the past. Piñata was having a dream and then saw blood everywhere and didn't know what it was and saw her sister was dead on the ground with Yuki dead as well and saw the monster who killed them it was her love and she was scared and then she woke up, and she was crying as well. Aiden was in the middle of listening to his brother, when Yuki had stopped and when he heard Piñata crying. He didn't know what was going on, there was something happening here. "Piñata, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" he asked her wanting to know the problem and if there was something that he could do to her help her feel better. Yuri didn't even answer his question. She had gotten up so fast and changed her clothes that the next thing you know, she was out of her house to get away from Yuki. She wanted to know why had those images come to her head, but it was something that happens when you're bitten. The blood of the vampire that had awakened you will make you see and feel things that they have experienced. Yuri didn't to feel any of it, so she made her way through the forest to clear her head and to possibly find answers to the questions she had.

Vampire human Horror love|rating:2.0

Darkest Hour@Xx I-RAWR xX RP

Hetero KoukouHello Children. You are invited to go to Hetero Youku school. Which in English is pronounced "Weird School". I Hope you have fun and be prepared to have some...odd adventures. Skeleton:Name:Age:Year:Pic:Power:Bio:Personality:Mine:Name: Clio Fawn Age: 17 Year: Senior Pic:Power: Can control the surrounding darkness. Bio:Keeps to herself and is always very quiet. Although when she has to speak she is very sarcastic. That might be why she is hard to get along with. The only friend she has is Carolina Kildare. She takes her sarcasms as love. She always wears hats to cover up her ears. Her friend is the only person who knows about her powers. Her friend and family also has strange powers.That's why Carolina and herself are going to a special school just for her kind. Personality:Shy, quiet,sarcastic when spoken to. Boy # 1Name: Parentage: 19 Year: Senior Pic::Power: Fire and Void Bio: Tan Skin, Black Hair, Dark Brown almost Black Eyes, Eyes light gold when angered and brilliantly shine before a powerful spell, he has runes lined along his arms and back in a Transcendence pattern, along with several tools in his jacket that help assist in his attacks. Personality: Earned Raise Warlock, Not Your Average Kid But Can't Quite Say He's Bad, A bit of a Pervert, Although He's Quite Intelligent, Given His Grasp of Magic and Wit, He's Become Known As The Wicked Salamander Throughout His Schools Prior To This One. Reasoning As To Why Is Yet To Be Disclosed From The Police Investigations. Girl #2Name:Carolina KiladraAge:18 Year: Senior Pic:Power:Fire Bio:Carolina was betrayed, beat,and threatened and threw these hard ships she began to learn how to protect herself within the hollow spot of her chest. That hollow spot was her heart. She would pull the heat in and realize it in flames. Her heart was scorn and shattered from the bet rale that was placed upon her. Now she wonders, hoping,just hoping that perhaps one day she'll find someone to accept her once again, but until that day she clerks in the moon light and sun shine letting it hit her skin and fill her body with life. Personality:Carolina is sweet and cautious. She can be very violent and does not tolerate low behavior. She is most of the time an outcast but enjoins having others company. Threw most of these hard ships, her only true friend is CIO Fawn. Cilo was her best friend and almost like her sister. If I'd lost her I would have been outraged with anger and depression. Boy #2Name: Kaden KiladraAge:18 Year:Senior Pic:Power:Fire Bio: Kaden was a very good cross bow character when he was young. His father taught him to shoot arrows until one day something terrible happened. His only home was burned to the ground, and guess who was inside? Not him, but his family. His brothers and sisters all burning, and he couldn't do anything about it. On that same day he found out what he could do. His father never told him, but he found a vellum and this vellum explained how living things must burn and how it thrives off fire. He soon learned how to speak to fire and draw it into the hollow spot into his chest. Day and night this memories troubles him but no one has ever gotten close to him. With his loner persona girls crawl all over him. He is very popular with the ladies and somehow this helps him get his mind of his past. Even though he spends time with tons of girls he never really got close to one. (PLAYER !! Personality:Easy going, very protective.Short-tempered and enjoys listening to music and being up at dawn to take in gold QI.(QI pronounced as chi, which is balancing your spirit, I THINK.)Also, a player and when speaking is very sarcastic. Carolina slowly walked along the path letting the moon light hit her skin. She watched every moment as her eyes shifted from side to side. She knew on this night that something was leaking deep in the depths of the woods that surrounded the path to the school. She gracefully made her way to the stairs and let out a sigh. She grunted and whispered under her breath.' Hopefully, this time around it'll be easier to make friends.' She put her hand on the handle and in she went. He had a half smile as he walked down the path. There the school was, far off in the distance, soon enough he would be there. Kaden always wanted to know what a school was like, he had read books about it, but his parents refused to let him go to school. Ofcourse, he never really listened to his mother.' But who does?' He thought. Kaden would be at the school soon, and believe me, he was ready for some real fun. Clio rode through the night sky. She smiled seeing the school draw closer. She was happy that she got to go to a school where Carolina was going. This was her last year in high-school but at least she wouldn't be an "oddball" as they called her in her old school. She closed her just for a second feeling the swift breeze blow through her midnight black her. She had always loved the night better. She felt more.....at....home you could call it. When the school came close enough she dove and landed gracefully on the dirt ground. Violet sighed and walked up to where the door was. She suddenly spotted Carolina and smiled." Hey girly!" She shouted to her friend. Carolina turned and smiled wide. She pounced on Clio and hugged her.' Iv'e missed you so much!' Napralinas golden eyes shimmered in the moonlight with her smile dancing across her lips. She was happy to see her friend and couldn't believe how long it had been since they last talked. Clio laughed and hugged Carolina. She stood up after the pounce and rubbed her butt."Sheesh, girly you really know how to beat someone." Clio said Carolina laughed, and helped CIO up. 'Sorry, iv'e just missed you a lot.' Carolina stared at into the distance.'Someone's coming.' Carolina was not scared but interested, she could feel fire from this person, not bending but normal fire. Clio looked towards the direction where Carolina was staring at. One of her many abilities that came with controlling the darkness was beginning able to see in it. She could see a boy walking towards the school." Hey look like another new kid as well." Clio said Carolina new it was a boy, but she couldn't explain the fire she was sensing. She stared back at CIO.' I think this will be an interesting year, no?' Napralinas eyes started to darken. Kaiden saw two girls on the stairs. He tilted his head and stared at the girl with the black long hair. It looks wonderful, like silk. Kaiden looked at the other girl with the sinister look in her eyes, he was stunned. Kaiden took a deep sigh and kept walking up the path almost to the stairs. Clio rolled her eyes shook Carolina." Earth to Nappy. Wake up. Just because you think he is hot doesn't mean it is impolite to stare.Sheesh, I thought I knew you better than that." Clio shook her head and started to laugh. Anchor turned red.' I don't think he's hot!It's the aura he's giving off. I think him and may be related.' Anidori nudged CIO and whispered in her ear.' I bet you want to just cuddle him and kiss him all over, hmmm?' Anidori said with a playful tone in her voice. As Kaiden approached he began to hear there conversation. Then it hit him, the feeling he had been feeling when he first saw his sister when she was born. He looked at the Carolina once again and realized that might be his sister, perhaps not all his family died in the fire so long ago. Clio laughed sarcastic like she always did when speaking and motioned her finger in her mouth making a gagging sound. She laughed and shook her head." Hell no. Not in a million years, actually not even if we were the last to people on earth and the only way to safe mankind was to have sex with him. No.' She said and started to laugh but when she felt the boys footsteps near she quickly closed her mouth. Pralines gaze locked with the incoming boy. Her eyes lit gold, and she knew something was not right, her ears twitched, and she whispered to CIO in the quietest voice.' I know your lying, but you can't ignore him, his aura is not common and is very powerful.' Napralina kept her gaze on the boy as he came near, something was not right about this, she slowly began to walk off the stairs to the path. Napralina stopped in her tracks and knew that this boy had to be her brother, but she didn't say a word, she turned away and went up the stairs and into the school along with CIO. Kaden had a half smile on his face as he approached. It was his sister, but of all places, why would they meet up here? He looked at the other girl who both had turned away from him and went into the building. He quickly picked up his base and started going up the stairs. He had to know who they both were and had to know what was to be said or done, he couldn't ignore what was happening even if he tried. Clio followed Nappy inside. She didn't exactly know why she was acting so odd. Clio stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Nappy with serious face." Why did you run from that boy back there?" She asked. Pralines mood was changing and getting darker.' Cici, remeber when we lost contact because of what happened to my family?... Well I think perhaps he is my brother and him and I were misinformed and we both lived.' Napralina said and kept trying to ignore all the heat trapped inside the building. The heat was leaving CIO like a crayon melting in the sun. Napralina needed to calm down. Napralina sighed.'Let's hurry and found our cabin.' Napralina hurried around the corner of the hallway, she could feel the boys' presence increasing, and she did not wish to speak with someone such as him. Kaden reached the doors and ran in. He sighed. Kaden would have to find them tomorrow for he had lost them.' Hello!' Kaden yelled as it echoed threw the halls. No reply. He walked on in hope of finding them again. Clio nodded and smiled. She knew all about her family...that's why her and Nappy lost contact last time. They searched the halls for some time. Clio made a few sarcastic jokes here and there trying to calm Nappy down. Carolina nodded, she laughed at some of the jokes and was always content when CIO was near.' Cici, what is your dorm number?' Napralina hoped they have gotten the same number, for she did not feel like meeting new people. Kaden did not walk down the halls blindly, he knew exactly where he was going. Kaden made his may to his dorm and once he entered he was very pleased at the sight, he entered and closed the door behind him. Clio smiled when she used her old nickname and stopped at the number 227. She looked down at her paper and then at Nappy." Do you have 227?" She asked Carolina smiled, she was happy again. She would be sharing the dorm with her best friend, so close she would call CCI her sister.' Why yes, yes I do.' Napralina grinned and ran into the room with excitement surrounding her. Clio laughed and strolled casually into her new dorm where she will be spending the rest of her year here. She scanned her new dorm. A bit.....comfy...but nothing to complain about. She hopped onto the bed on the right which was next to the bathroom." I call this bed. I usually have to pee in the middle of the night anyway. This way I can be closer." Clio laughed and laid down on the bed. Carolina dashed onto the other bed with a window view. She stared outside and breathe in the air. Napralina smiled.' I like it here already!' Napralina laughed. Kaden laid down in his bed and stared at the ceiling wondering what was to come next. He breathed in air and relaxed, and before he knew it he was asleep. Clio nodded. She agreed. It might be quite fun here. Clio laid in her bed for quite a time before she felt anxious. She wanted to go explore the school before they had to get up for class in the morning. She jumped up from her bed and looked over at Nappy." I'm going to go explore the school. Maybe find aliens or something. You want to come?" She asked in her sarcastic tone. But Nappy usually never minded. She understood her sarcasm and that most likely why they stayed friends for so long. Carolina laughed at her sarcasm and stuck out her sung at CCI.'I'll come after I take a shower.' Napralina said in an anxious voice.' I feel dirty from all the walking. And my socks are blood stained from walking a long distance as well.' Napralina said. Kaden woke up and realized he wanted to take a walk under the moonlight. He looked out his window and was glad he did not sleep so long. Kaden ran a hand threw his hair in relief and approached the door. He left his room and walked down the halls, he went into the courtyard. Kaden sat down on a bench calmly. He stared up at the stars with joy in his eyes. For some reason star gazing always relieved him. Clio nodded." You should really learn dark magic while your hear. I was naturally gifted, but maybe you can learn it in magic class. Anyway see you later Nappy head." She waved goodbye as she walked down the hall. She soon found an open window an open window which was right above the courtyard. She smiled and backed up before she jumped out the window. She whispered so incoherent words and suddenly pitch black darkness surrounded her. She floated down to the floor and with a swish of her hand the darkness that surrounded her disappeared. She looked up at the bright stars and sighed. Carolina laughed and waved goodbye to CCI.' Sure, ill learn it when I feel like it.' Napralina laughed, napralina took a long nice shower. Kaden had heard something, he looked over and saw that girl with the black hair, a smile broke on his face. He calmly, but loud, yelled.' Hello.' As he got up and started to approach her. Clio spun around her piercing yellow eyes looked even brighter in the darkness. She looked at the boy and tilted her head slightly.Wasn't that the boy who nappy was running from. She didn't stop to say hi. She quickly spun around facing forwards once more and started to walk down the gardens' pathway. Carolina was getting out of the shower, she felt relaxed and clean as the smoke drifted from the bathroom against the walls of the room escaping from the window. She soon dried herself off and put a black silk night gown on. She enjoyed how the silk brushed against her skin when she moved, expectly when she walked at night. During the nighttime it seemed the gown had a mind of its own and made her feel comfortable. Its edges where ruffled and twisted bit in a gothic kind of fashion. Napralina brushed her hair out, her hair fell along her waist. For some reason she could not bring herself to cut it, but soon she would have to hurry and go see CCI. Napralina sighed.' I hope she's alright.' Napralina thought to herself. Kadens eyes followed her as she walked. He did not know whether to rush after her or wait there so he followed. He had enjoyed the way her eyes flashed, he wishes he could see it one more time. Her image was mesmerized in his head. He kept up a steady, but far base away from her.' Perhaps she wants to be alone.' He thought. Kaden sighed, he was going to take a very big risk in one moment, but hopefully she was worth it. Kaden ran aside CIO and said hello one more time and tried to get her attention.' Hey, why did you run. I was only saying hello.' He said to CIO. Clio sighed and stopped in her tracks." Because first your voice annoys me and second my friend seems to be displeased when you come near her." She said and started to walk forwards once more.((Sorry if it's not a lot. Kinda working on my schoolwork)) ((Its alright dealer.Lt;3))Carolina soon put on her slippers and made her way down the stairs to the courtyard. The wind blew against her face, she breathed in the air with pleasure. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage, he was here. She looked around and saw CCI walking away from the boy. Napralina sneered, she Angel started making her way towards him, she was ready to slap him and ask what the hell he was doing to her friend. As more and more thoughts came to mind the more the hollow spot in her chest filled with heat, her eyes began to turn red. She picked up some leafs and burned them one by one before she approached them so she would be calm. Kaden got in front of Clio and grinned.' So you're that girls friend, eh?' Kaden said to CIO without any sign of interest. His face became bleak and serious, his eyes were hollow, and he asked CIO nicely.' Do you know if she ever had a brother?' Kaden asked with concern in his voice. He wanted to know who that girl was, he had to know before he jumped to any conclusions.' Oh wait, where is my manners, my name is Kaden.What's yours?' He asked with no emotion in his voice. Clio clenched Herr fists when he got in front of her. She lowered her head and a soft growl escaped her throat. She slowly lifted her head back up but instead of her warm honey yellow eyes they turned a cold bright yellow. Clio slowly lifted her hand and with one flick of her wrist pure black darkness wrapped itself around the boy slowly lifted him off the air. Clio smiled." Mines Clio." She said with a dark cold sadistic voice. Carolina hid behind a tree watching in silence. She held her breath hoping to not be caught. She watched what was to be happening for she was worried. Then, when Clio lifted him up in the air, she suddenly realized, that was her brother. She put her hand over her mouth trying not to scream out. She was unheard, unseen,and wished to watch this scene. Kaden easily broke down the magic and fell to his feet. He smirked.' I suppose I hit a nerve, no?' He said teasingly. Kaden liked this girl already, she was independent and was ready to do whatever it took to make sure she was safe. He smiled.'I'm sorry for the inconvenience.' He said to Clio. He began to slowly turn and walk away. Clio growled and walked the opposite way. The only reason he broke her magic was because she wasn't going to kill him just..... Clio laughed at the thought of torture roamed through her head. She quickly followed the trail into the forest. She didn't exactly know where she was going.actually she was completely lost but if she really wanted to she could always use her magic to fly her back to the school grounds. Carolina came out from behind the tree.' Cici!' Napralina shouted. Napralina picked up the hedges of her night gown and ran to catch up with Clio. Kaden walked away and sat on the bench and continued star gazing as the wind blew onto him. He closed his eyes and just listened to the nature. Clio turned around and waved when she saw Nappy." Hey!" She shouted. How did she know where she was. Was she following her. Clio laughed to herself and shook her head. She must have been exploring as well Clio thought and waited for Nappy to catch up. Pralines eyes glinted in the moonlight. Napralina walked aside Clio touching the edges or the roses that lined the garden. She smiled tenderly.' Whenever I am here, I feel like I am free.' Napralina said with a soft voice. She faced Clio.' Cici, I was behind the tree at the time you held that boy in the air. Why did you not kill him?' Napralina asked with concern. She tilted her head and waited for an answer. The night was beginning to darken as the stars swallowed the sky with its shining light. Kaden sat up and walked across the courtyard. He decided it was time to go back to his dorm and resume resting. He laughed at the thought of that girl being his sister. Perhaps she was.'What's next to come?' He said in a whisper to himself. Clio rubbed her temple." Because I had no reason to kill him. If he had done something to you or me I would have, but I would not take someone's life if not for a good reason." She said explaining it to Nappy. Clio stopped and eyes her." Wait a second you were there? NAPPY." Clio said with a stern voice tapping her foot on the ground." Why where you're spying." She said Carolina giggled.' I think you two would make a fine couple.' Napralina said with a smile on her face.' Plus, I wanted to see what you would do.' Napralina said with a gentle smile on her face. Kaden was soon at his dorm, he stripped down and put on his pajamas. He soon fell into a deep sleep under his silk blankets. Clio growled." Hell we could. I wouldn't touch him that way even with ten foot pole." She said yawned." I think I'm going to head back. I'm getting tired. You want to come?" She asked Carolina knew of what was to come but would not tell Clio. She wanted it to be a surprise.' Yeah, I suppose we better get some sleep. Tomorrow we have sword practice threw out the day.' Napralina sighed and continued walking back to the dorm with a black rose in her hand and a smirk upon her face. Kaden tossed and turned as the dreams from the fire haunted him. In the dream he only saw two out of three sisters in the building. He woke up with sweat on his face. He would find out tomorrow and ask that girl if she had a brother ever. He rubbed his temples and laid back down and closed his eyes. Clio sighed and with each step her feet felt heavier. If she wanted to she could have slept outside but that's what she has been doing overnight through her travels. She slowly walked through the dark halls of the school with Nappy and trudged up to the door to Diapers and Her dorm. She inserted the key into the door and turned it. When she heard the small click she released the KET and shoved it back into her pj pants pocket. Clio walked into the room where she fell onto her bed and sleeted peacefully for the remainder of the night. Carolina took off her slippers. She went over to clips bed and pulled the covers over her. Napralina always felt like the older one, and she felt like clips mother sometimes. Truth be told, they were almost like sisters.' Night sleepy head.' Napralina whispered quietly in clips ear. Napralina made her way to her bed, layed down between the sheets, closed her eyes and Seth away to her dream world. Kaden slept peacefully threw the night for he had left his window open. The cool air brushed against his face as he slept quietly. Clio woke up early the next morning. She quietly and slowly slid out of bed and into the bedroom. She took a quick shower and brushed her hair and teeth. She put her hair into a long braid and changed into a tight tank-top and a pair of skinny jeans. She checked on Nappy who was still sleeping. She smiled and slipped on some shoes before very quietly leaving the room and walking down the hallway. Carolina slept quietly. She did not toss nor turn for she was very tired. She stayed curled up under her sheets clinging to the sheets as her dreams where black and pictureless. She slept for at least 10 more minutes until she awoke. Kaden was awake at the crack of dawn, he had changed already and was in the courtyard practicing with his fire and sword. He bent and twisted the sword gracefully and the fire swirled around the blade in triumph. Clio casually walked out to the courtyard and smirked seeing the boy from last night. She saw him playing with his sword and shook her head. Clio whispered some words and soon a long dark arrow shot over at the boy and knocked the fire sword out of his hands. Clio shook her head."Don't you know little kids shouldn't play with fire." She said in a sarcastic voice. Pralines eyes opened slowly as she slowly made her way to sit up. Napralina yawned and stretched as she cracked her back.' Mmm.' She said being pleased at the cracking sounds her body made from aching. Napralina got up, brushed her teeth, hair,and threw on her tank top and shorts. She put on some shoes, picked up her sword and started walking down the halls casually. Kadens hands where on fire, he sucked the fire back into the hollow spot into his chest and glanced at Clio.' My my my, and what is the honor of the occasion for me to earn your attention?' He said in a sarcastic voice. He stared at her with no emotion. He picked up his sword and put it back into its scarab and walked to Clio.' And shouldn't little girls not play with magic?' He said with a teasing tone. Clio laughed and nodded in agreement."Yeah, I guess so. You shouldn't play with magic either." She said with an evil smile. She starched her limbs a bit before giving out a big sigh." I'm going. Make sure you don't hurt yourself." She said with a sadistic tone. Carolina slowly walked outside. She saw Clio and Kaden. She smiled. They were playing around. She shook her head and laughed bit and continued making her way towards them shyly without being noticed.' Really now?' He said with a calm voice.' And how do you suppose you'll protect me young lady?' He said in a sarcastic tone. He smiled weak. He took a step closer to her so he could hear her words better. He was glad they were getting along...decently so far. Clio held back her laughter and raised her eyebrows." Who said I was going to protect you. I was talking about not hurting yourself with your little sword trick." She said and laughter escaped her throat. She rolled her eyes." I'm bored with you.You're not amusing at all. Goodbye." She said and started to walk away. Carolina grinned as she walked up to Clio as she left Baden. Napralina began to burst out laughing how they acted like two little kids having a crush on one another. Napralina kept her base till she was beside Clio.' He does not amuse you?' Napralina said trying to hold back her laughter. Kaden smirked.'It's not a trick, it comes from the heart, not the mind.' He said. His face became blank as he saw Carolina walking this way. He stopped and then walked past Clio and started walking towards Carolina. He had to find out if that was his sister, it was the only way he could find peace in his own heart. Clio rolled her eyes." Nope. Not even one DECENT sarcastic joke. I can't believe you the...." Clio quickly stopped when she saw The boy come back and start to walk up to Nappy She quickly stood in front of Nappy and whispered." Do you want me to get rid of this guy?' She asked knowing that if she said yes she wouldn't go as easy as she did last night. Carolina put her hand on Clio's shoulder.' No CCI, lets hear him out.' She said in an easing soft voice. Napralina wrapped her arm around Clio's shoulders to feel protected just of the thought of having her close. Napralina stared at Kaden with curiosity, it was her brother. She remembered. As she went to speak he blurted something out...' If your name is Carolina, then you should know I am Kaden, your brother from the southern fire tribe. It was a very long time since I have seen you and I thought you died my sister.I'm glad I have finally found you.' Kaden said with a grim in his eye as he looked at Carolina. It was his sister because he remembered how she liked to hold people close as a sign of protection and obviously Clio was the person in charge on attacking or not. Kaden kept his distance in case Clio tried to strike at him. Clio was surprised when she heard the words from the boy. She sighed and whispered something under her breath which wrapped the remainder of the darkness and engulfed her into the forest. Clio knew that this was between Nappy and that boy not her and them. She would let them have there time, besides Nappy would most likely fill her in later anyway. Carolina tried to reach out for Clio as she drifted away. Napralina shouted out something, but Clio was too far to hear. Napralina did not wish to be alone with Kaden for she always had Clio at her side and Clio was the only one she truly trusted. Napralina for the first time was anger, for this boy had made Clio leave. Napralina looked at the boy in disgust.' Why do you follow me here?' She said in a harsh tone filled with bitter anger. Kaden watched as Clio left. Kaden thought of how beautiful she looked as the darkness swirled and swayed around her. Then Baden turned his attention back to Carolina reading her expression. He sighed.' I did not follow, I was here for a new start and I came across you.' He said with an easy-going tone. He stared at towards the woods where Clio had landed, he always enjoyed having her attention even if it was bitter sarcasm. Clio swayed her legs back and forth on the large tree branch. She wanted to wait awhile before going back and plus she felt completely relaxed in the dark forest. She started to sing as she waited for the conversation to end. Carolina stood there for a moment before she spoke.'I'm glad we have met, and that your alive but for right now I need to see if Clio is alright. She comes first.' Napralina said in a stern yet calm voice. Napralina began to walk towards the forest as the sun begun to rise and kiss the horizon. Kaden nodded.' I understand, Clio is a special girl. Hold on to her. And sister, the next time we meet will be in a training arena and I will win, and do not tease me like you always do!' He said in a boyish not manly voice. He began to walk back towards the training arena, and he was finally tranquil from the information he had just taken in. Clio almost fell asleep until she heard Nappy coming through the bushes. She jumped from the tree branch and landed in front of Nappy." Hey. So how did it go?" She asked Carolina jumped bit.' Woha CCI, your on a roll at giving scaring me today.' Napralina laughed.' It went fine but I preferred to speak with you, not him.' She said in a hushed tone.' I think It's time you learn about what's happened and why I faked my death.' Napralina said to Clio. Napralinas smile faded, and her face became emotionless and stern. She took Clio by the hand, and they walked a few cases and found plains. Plains that stretched out all across the hills and no trees or people in sight. Napralina sat down in the grass and picked up a flower and slowly picked its petals off one by one. She smiled out at the plains, for she was about to tell her friend everything. This everything would not be a beautiful folk tail or something about bravery, but she would be telling her friend, no,her sister about something she never really wanted to tell no one, something she kept bottled up for so long because it hurt her heart so bad. She sighed, and waited for Clio to sit next to her, and the story began. Kaden looked over at his sword, it needed to be sharpened. He picked up his sword and sharpened it. Unlike his sister, his fire had no limitations and he was a real free soul. The sun shined on his face. He enjoyed the heat of the rays against his skin, it made him feel like heat himself. He knew fire was a free thing, something that could never be put out. Living things such as growth thrived off fire and because of fire, people would witness ugly yet beautiful sights. He kept thinking about how Carolina was furious with him all because Clio left. He sighed and kept sharpening his sword as thoughts rolled into his head like people running after a piece of gold. Clio was a bit scared seeing the expression or should she saw lack of expression on Diapers face. She quietly followed Nappy out to the plains letting her drag her along. She looked around the plains for a minute before sitting down. She was ready for anything Nappy was going to say. She nodded." Go ahead." She said with a straight face. Carolina breathed in softly and let out a sigh.' It all started when Kaden and I were kids.' Napralina said while gazing out across the plains.' We were gifted with fire, but unlike him, I could hear the wind and use it to my advantage and with this I became a weapon. People brought me away from my family but one day, I was not fast enough and Iran soldiers made it across our battle line, they ran threw Bavaria burning everything and sight. I thought Baden was dead, but he wasn't.' Napralinas eyes softened as she continued.' I thought I was alone for the first time till I met you, thats when I began to mature and take on responsibilities because you were the only person I needed in my life. Then Baden showed up here, I am thankful he is alive, but I do not wish to return to Bavaria and become a weapon again. I didn't mean to do no harm, but I also had no choice, I had to burn the Iran so they could not pass.' She said and sighed.' The whose part of all was they were going to try drawing me into the Iran village and destroy them from the inside out. I could not do this, my people are special to me, but I am just not the kind of person to do so, it was wrong and if I did do it I would be bitter. I remember burning once and promised I would never do it again, to a person anyway.' Napralina said as terror entered her eyes and a frown was slowly growing upon her lips.' I trusted many people, they sugar-coated it all saying it would all be okay but behind my back they called me a witch and only wished me harm. Kaden was the only person I could return home to, and he always took care of me, he was the oldest out of the family and the only one who could control fire but at the time he didn't know.' Napralina sighed and laid back in the grass and stared up at the clouds.' To this day, I am glad I met you CCI, because you're going to be the only person in this life ill ever need.' Napralina said as a smile tugged at the edges of her frown. Kaden bent and twisted with his sword, until finally he decided to take a break. He sat down and took out his book, not just any book, but a scarp book of the old days. He held it to his chest where his heart beat as if it would come out of his rib cage any moment now. He flipped threw the pages with turning in his eyes as he did so he traced Theo outline of his sisters, brothers,mother, and father. All dead now when he could have stopped it but didn't know what to do. What could he have done, he was only 16? The memories were still fresh in his mind, and it was killing him, but now he found his sister and all would be will. He smiled tenderly as he flipped threw the pages looking at the pictures. Clio listened to every word. Gathering in Diapers emotions in every single verb or noun. She knew that by the emotionless pain that Nappy put out she hated saying these words. Clio waited till Nappy was completely done before she spoke." Well you tried your best.You made it through and even though your family is gone number one your family wouldn't want you to be sad and second you found your brother...your brother Nappy. You should go spend time with him, hug him and smile with him. Please I want you to be happy." Clio said with a small smile. Carolina sat up and smiled sweetly and locked her gaze on Clio.' Cici, my dear, you are my sister and if I spend time with Kaden I want you with me because you mean more to me then you'll ever know. You were there when I needed you and I appreciate it, and I will never leave you alone because I refuse to.' Napralina said with a loving smile. Napralina always slowly matured when Clio was near because Clio had an affect on her emotion. Clio made her happy and to her that's all that matter because without Clio, where would she be today? Kaden decided to head into the woods. He enjoyed jumping off branches and landing on another. He sat his things aside and ran into the forest leaping on branches and flying threw the air. He always enjoyed moving, even if it met the slightest movement, and he looked to mother nature as his friend. His eyes glistened as the sun rays hit his eyes. He did not look back but kept going, soon he would be at the plains. Clio laughed and patted Diapers shoulder." My dear child if I was around that boy for to long I think I would actually kill him. Believe me I would find a reason. You know I don't get along with people easily. You the only expection since you're not normal at all.' She said with her normal sarcastic tone, trying to cheer Nappy up. She stood, and suddenly her ears perked up turning a bit to the right where the forest was. Clio rolled her eyes." Looks like someone's coming." She said Carolina laughed at Clio's sarcasm, she sat down in the grass.' I know he's coming, sit with me.' Napralina grinned at Clio. Napralina knew they liked each other and when they talked found it very amusing. Napralina giggled. Kaden soon approached the plains, he jumped off the last tree branch and took his shirt off. It was drenched in sweat. He remembered how class didn't start till tomorrow. He started walking when he saw Clio and Carolina. He slowly started walking there way and this time he hoped Clio didn't run away like she always intended on doing. Clio growled at glared at Nappy." Fine but I'm not speaking." She whispered and sat down next to Nappy in silence. Whe she saw Kaden get closer she quickly turned her head to the side. Carolina sighed.' Alright CCI.' She giggled bit. She watched as Baden approached and held onto Clio's hand making sure she did not leave. Kaden whipped the sweat from his forehead and sat in front of them.' How are you both doing today?' He asked with a weak smile. Clio rolled her eyes and turned around her back facing them. She let Nappy hold onto her hand though. She knew that her friend needed comfort. Clio looked down at the grass and slowly started to pick at it. She didn't want to be part of the conversation whatsoever. Carolina sighed and smiled lightly.' Hello Kaden, we are well.' She said in a calm voice. She breed began to pick up for Carolina was getting frustrated. Her smile remained on her face and her hair flew about along her shoulders. Kaden stared at Clio for a moment and turned his attention back to Carolina.'That's good to hear.' He said with a faint smile. His shirt was soon dry from all the wind in which he was picking up. He put on his shirt and felt dirty.' I think ill head back to my dorm, I feel disgusting.' He said as he started to walk away from Clio and Carolina. Clio just stared down at the ground while Nappy and Kaden had there short conversation. She turned around when she felt Gardens presence gone.' So...' She said Carolina smiled at Clio and let go of her hand.' He likes you! I could tell just by looking at his eyes he only focused on you! How do you do it? You have gone to teach me CCI!' Napralina said in a teasing yet serious voice. Napralina giggled and stood up and helped Clio to her feet with a smile across her face. Kaden leaped onto the branches and head back towards the school, his hair blew back behind him as the sun hit it, his read and blonde highlights glistened. He leaped off the branches once he was in the courtyard. He sighed and looked down as he walked. Things where not going the way he hoped. Clio looked over at Nappy like she was crazy."Yeah, like I care and I didn't do anything. I just have magnificent beauty and charm." She said and pushed her hair out. She started to laugh and shook her head." I really don't care. I didn't come here to date, I came here to make a better start.' She said with a serious tone. Pralines smile stayed on her face.' I know, but its just fact. Plus, im proud of how much you've grown up since we've been apart.' Napralina said in a soothing voice.' Come, lets start walking back.' Napralina said as she got up and waited for Clio to rise up with her. Kaden went to his dorm, he took a nice long relaxing shower enjoying every moment of it as the stench of sweat, concern,and hopelessness washed away with every drop of water upon his skin. Once he was done taking a shower he got out and dried himself off. Clio rolled her eyes." What are you talking about. I was always the mature one in this relationship.Don't talk about me like I'm a little kid Nappy." She said and stood. She started to follow nappy back to the school." So...what where you're doing while we were separated." She asked. Carolina smiled and looked back at Clio.' I told him you came first and ran after you, he had also asked to make sure I was his sister and we hugged. Afterwords I came looking for you because I love you CCI and you come before anyone.' Napralina said with a small entire smile on her face as the wind blew her hair about. Kaden laid down in his bed after he had dried himself off. He laid there for a few moments then put on some clothes feeling there soft texture against his clean skin. He sat on his bed and opened his window. He sighed and stared out for a while as he was left breathless with the view of the outside world seeping threw his eyes. Clio started to laugh like crazy. She shook her head when she finally got control of herself." I wasn't talking about the 5 minutes we spent apart. I meant the time that we were separated those few months. Before we both came to this school.Wow, your such a blonde sometimes Nappy Head." She said with a small laugh. Carolina sighed.' You must clarify CCI.' She said laughing.' I have spent them running, trying to find somewhere to go, so I can be free. After I leave this place, I do not know where else I shall go, but I know ill go somewhere near you, so I can visit you all the time.' Napralina said with a small. Kaden stayed in his room as he laid there in bed, he closed his eyes and started to think about old times, and soon he drifted off into a deep sleep. Clio laughed, and her face became serious after a few seconds." Well after I leave this place I'm thinking about going to Europe. I want to see the mountains and play in the snow. It seems like a fun idea, and it would be easy travel....as long as its dark outside." She said. Carolina looked to Clio.' If you allow me to come along with you, then I am willing to come.' Napralina said with a limp smile. Kaden laid there for 30 mins,he was aware he was tired, and he didn't want to move. Kaden sighed and remained laying there for a longer time. Clio smiled and nodded." Sounds like a plan then. We could skate over the ocean to Europe after we graduate. I like the sound of that." She put out her hand for Nappy to shake." Deal?" She said Carolina laughed.' How would we fly? It wouldn't be nighttime.' Napralina said as she shook Clio's hand.' Deal.' Kadeb soon opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.' Oi.'he said thinking about how long of a day this would be.

Darkest Hour@Xx I-RAWR xX RP|rating:3.0

Never Be The Same Again (Yoshie x Source Code)

{"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Name: Alex EvanhireFull Name: Alexander Cornelius EvanhireNickname: Evan Age: 25Height: 6'1"Weight: 210 lbs Body Build: Broad Shoulders, lean yet sculpted muscular physique Birthday: 28th of July Zodiac Sign: Leo Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit Skin Color: Light Skinned Eye Color: Pale Blue Favorite Color: Blue and Blackhead color: Fading Brown Deadly Vice: Murder Drink of Choice: Johnny Walker Black Alcoholic Brand Most Preferred: Johnny Walker Blue Deadly Sin: Wrath Noticeable Characteristics: A scar spanning across his throat that is always hidden behind a scarf or cravat. Name: Winery Seduction Full Name: Winery Salome Seduction Nickname: Seduction, Windy Age: 28 Height: 5'6 Weight: 125lbs Body Build: Long legs, Big Bust, Round bottom Birthday: November 19 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Chinese Zodiac: Snake Skin Color: Black, Light-Skinned to Dark Tan Eye Color: Red Eyes Favorite Color: Purple and Black Hair color: Black Deadly Vice: Alcohol Drink of Choice: Johnny Walker Red Alcoholic Brand Most Preferred: Johnny Walker Black Deadly Sin: Lust Noticeable Characteristics: Earrings that sparkle unusually bright and a blood Garnet Necklace​ The sad truth about man is that there is no torment greater than the one you set upon yourself. No matter what people do for you, no matter what you do to make things better or right... It just doesn't seem enough to make that noose around your neck any looser. For four years Alex roamed. For four years Alex tried to “work it out”, tried to move on with his life, tried any fucking thing he could to make himself feel whole again... But nothing ever seemed to make him whole again. So why was it that he found himself in San Francisco? It was here that his wife had been raped and murdered. It was here that her murderer was let off Scott free for some bullshit deal. Alex hadn't worked a damn thing out in four years so why the hell was he here now? Revenge? If only Alex could get his revenge. Even that was robbed from him. You can't torture a corpse... And no solace came from that pig's death... So why was he here? His feet walked the familiar streets of San Francisco, dressed to impress in the dying sun. Though that was how Alex always dressed, a fine suit, polished shoes. The only real change from four years ago was the cravat that covered his neck where I tie once stood. His eyes stuck behind a pair of now old worn gold colored glasses. As more of precaution now then a habit his hands were covered in black gloves, and as he walked the streets of San Francisco he did get quite the stare. Not from adoration, but from confusion and curiosity. People dressed the way Alex dressed usually had limos or fancy sports cars to drive, they didn't walk the hills of San Francisco. But to Alex? When Alex looked at these people staring at him, he saw nothing more than time bombs. People walking around pretending, conforming, putting on that mask of who they should be or how they should act. What were behind those masks? A murderer? A saint? Why hide what you are? It sickened Alex as he continued on. There was an answer to all of this, or more desire. It was something that Alex had been ignoring and suppressing for years now. Four years he had not seen someone's true face, he had not trusted someone to be the person they presented themselves to be. And in those four years there was a sort of yearning, a longing to find someone who didn't hide behind such masks. Sara... His dear departed wife hid behind her masks, but at least Alex knew the woman behind the mask. No, the only person that he had ever met who truly lived without a disguise, who embraced not only herself but what human's truly desire and need, the one person that constantly plagued his dreams and memorize was none other than Winery Seduction. A friend before the chaos, before the pain. One that in a different life Alex would have gladly swept off her feet and given the world too. It was her that Alex yearned to talk too again. For once more in his life actually connect to another person, to not be lied too. And so this desire drove him. This desire brought him to the very same block that he had stood at years before. Temptation, with the sun fading into night the neon lights and bald bouncers almost shinned to attract customers. Was Winery still here? Would she really give up her pride and joy to another? Was she still alive even? But the better question was would she accept him, at least for one night to chat. Would Winery somehow understand? He had rejected her before, twice even. Would she really be so forgiving? Alex didn't know and truth be told was a little frightened by that chance that she wouldn't be there, or she would rebuke him. But he had to try? Another night of this emptying abyss in his chest and Alex was bound to kill himself, and this time Winery wouldn't be there to stop him. After a long wait in line Alex would be let into the club, and after four years the club had many changes. Though the pleasures and outlets that this paradise offered were still the same. Change the outlets, reinvent the uses, but the club was still the club. A place where any human with the right amount of cash could indulge and find bliss. Find perfection in paradise. Alex's perfection laid in a drink that Winery had turned him too years before. Johnnie Walker. And tonight, much like many nights before Alex would order himself some of the black label. He would inquire about Winery after a glass or two, his back turned to the dance floor and tables of the club since his focus was on Mr. Walker and the sweet escape he offered. Humans, always searching, always needing something, always wanting something, humans were never satisfied. People always wanted more no matter what you gave to them, what they achieved or accomplished. What was it that she was searching for? Happiness? Something so temporary but something that everyone was seeking. They say seek, and you will find, but the inevitable truth was that nothing was meant to provide happiness. Nothing was easy, you’d have to try hard… but it seems that even trying hard proved that even in times of great depression almost doesn’t count. It was already hard enough to gain respect considering that Winery was black, well Asian African American. But still with a mixed breed like she… she commanded respect, she demanded it. She lived in the footsteps of her late husband. Why because it seemed that being nice never worked. He was loud, he was rude and most of all he got what he wanted. She took note of this, she took note that people hated and despised him but for some reason when he said jump they obeyed. When he commanded they did, and it never came to violence because fear guided people to respect him. It was this that she learned. She wasn’t like this… it was a façade. It was a ploy to get what she wanted. She had everything, money, power and respect, but there was still that void. That empty space in her heart. Had it become cold like his? Clarence, her late husband died long ago, but his semblance lingered within her soul, it showed in her mean spirited ways. She loathed the man for this, but the hard part was that she understood. She understood why he was this way. It was nothing that he did. It was people. Now, ten years later she understood more clearly than she had ever in the time that they were together. She and Clarence had shared something and just now she finally realized that she hated people. She hated their greed, but their greed was what kept her pockets full. Furthermore, she hated their Wrath, but it was what kept power in her hands and she hated their Pride, but it was that same pride that kept her in a position in power. Furthermore, she used this; she used it all to get what she wanted, what she thought she needed. But alas, just like a human, she was never satisfied. Sitting at her desk in her skybox overlooking what she owned, looking down at the drones that were Temptation she sighed. It was a Johnnie Walker Black night, she wanted to forget, she wanted to forget Clarence, she wanted to forget all the hatred, all the pain, all the misery this man had inflicted in her life… but she couldn’t because it was this pain, this hurt and this misery that made Temptation flourish the way it did. She looked in the drawer to get her fix. Fuck. Her savior had gone, the new shipment was in today so she’d have to go downstairs to the bar. A drink at the bar, a drink at her bar would do her good right about now. Maybe she could relish in other peoples problems to get away from her own. So that is where she went. Leaving the imprisonment of her office she went down the spiral silver staircase that led to the dance floor and headed to the bar. She sat on one of the stools and tapped the counter twice. When Milan, the bartender cleared his throat.“Yeah?”“Johnnie Walker Black Label.” She said to the bartender that was standing in while her employee in question was doing his rounds. The bartender jumped and grabbed one of the cleaner glasses from the top shelf and began the routine of actually doing his job. There was only one person that would order such a top shelf drink. This drink by itself was $700 and the bottle bordered along the thousands depending on where you go it. Three ice cubes were placed in the glass, and it was filled to the brim. A napkin folded was placed on the table as a holder and the drink was pushed to her with both hands. She inspected the glass rim, shape, and body. No fingerprints, no smudges, and no dust. She picked the glass up to her lips and took in the liquid reveling in the taste and the burn.“Now why can’t you do this to all the customers, Milan? Don’t pretend like I don’t know that you don’t use the napkins or the cup-holders like I instructed. You can see the water stains on the wooden table! The napkins behind your counter look as if they’ve been touched only recently and the ice trays have been filled only recently this ice still has liquid form…” The bartender sighed and looked away and as always just like a disgruntled employee he fired back at her.“I don’t see you getting at that fiend you hired! He’s been fucking shit up since he got here. He makes drinks, doesn’t clean up the mess, and then gets the fucking order wrong! You’re yelling at me cause of some bullshit ass napkins, and you should be digging in his ass!” Milan said hostilely. Seduction shot him a look that would make a child reevaluate themselves when in the wrong of the mother and as she put her drink down back on the napkin she then replied to his hastily made decision.“Just like the pussy you are, always passing the buck to someone else. You think I don’t know what goes on in my club? You think I don’t know that you give these scantily clad bitches free drinks in exchange for pussy, which you don’t get by the way… and you suspect that I don’t know he’s a fuck-up? Look in the mirror the next time you judge someone, and remember, I found yo` ass in the back alley strung out after some guy had his way with you faggot!” Taking his check out of her breasts she looked at the amount. She glared at him, ripped the check-up and then took $300 out of her pocket and placed it under the napkin. “Remember who you are dealing with the next time you flash off that tongue of yours again, I’m not one of your friends, and I’m not a dick so watch your fucking mouth!” She never noticed who was sitting next to her the whole time. Alex was given a glass of the black label after a few moments' hesitation. In fact this bartender Milan had told him that the drink wasn't cheap, Alex staring at the man for a few moments as if he was a moron for trying to persuade him to purchase a cheaper drink. Did Alex look like any of this cheap woman? These fake men? Not in the mood or the state of mind to argue or retort to such a question Alex pulled a wallet out from his inner jacket pocket, pulling out seven hundred dollars and setting it on the counter for Milan to take up. The two staring at each other for a few moments before Milan went work. And this left Alex to look at the product of Milan's profession. At this point Alex hoped that someone else was in charge of Temptation because the drink he got was far from what was expected. His glass not the dirtiest but also not the cleanest, four ice cubes to create that illusion that there was more alcohol in the glass. No cupholder or folded napkin, and even the drink itself was a good half an inch from the rim of the glass. Seven hundred dollars and one would expect perfection, demand it even. Alex's gaze went up to Milan, his bartender for the time being that was sure to move on to the next customer who would probably order some twenty dollar piss drink. What façade did this bartender put on tonight? If anything he was pretending to be a bartender! Alex's hand coming to his glass to grab hold, even if the presentation was horrible, even if the tricks to save on liquor were evident. He still poured from the black label, the liquor was still the liquor, and as Alex brought the glass to his lips... That bitter-sweet embrace of Johnnie Walker took him. But then he heard it. When had she come? When had she sat down? Just to his left he heard that voice that only plagued him in his dreams. Winery's voice. As if some sort of cruel joke by fate Alex would find her over a glass of Johnnie Walker. How fascinating indeed. He said nothing, simply turning to look at Winery's long black hair. Taking in the dress she wore and the presence she let off. That commanding presence, one that demanded respect not just from her employees but any person that looked her way. Even after four years she was still the same. Just like in those moments where Alex would close his eyes and see the times they spent together. And now? Now she was livid. Every point of dissatisfaction that Alex had with this bartender Winery had pointed out and thrown into the man's face. And oh the mistake that this Milan made. The show was definitely in town tonight as Winery was on fire. No reserves on being polite or a kind boss, Winery degraded her employee. In her glare, her speech, in everything she showed her dominance in their confrontation. A true marvel to be seen. But was this really Winery? Was this really the same woman that Alex knew years before. She ordered black label as well, for god's sakes Alex's own habits with the different labels were taught to him by Winery after all. Was her past haunting her now? What guilt did she bare? A woman so passionate and blunt... How could she fall?“Does degrading the bartender really make you feel better about yourself? You should know better than anyone on nights like these the only way to make yourself feel better is to drink what's in that glass of yours. To forget your past and all its baggage for just one night. That is what Johnnie Walker Black can provide. Isn't that right Windy?” Alex asked with a smile, the man had turned back to face the counter before he spoke. Keeping his eyes on his own drink as he wondered what Winery's reaction would be. After her little outburst of utter rage and irritation, how would she react to an old friend? Did she still consider him a friend? One only hoped. Alex bringing his glass back up to his lips to take another drink of their now shared liquor. The burn coming back just in time to keep his mind off of more depressing moments. The thing that all humans had was the ability to hide things and blend in with the crowd. Well Winery was not one of those humans. No matter how much she screamed, yell, and called names and controlled people there was no way to make her feel better about herself. She was not one to take her issues out on people and then again she tried no too. But him, this man sitting next to her, he was something else. He saw past her cold exterior or rather her knew why she was as cold and unwelcoming as she was. He knew what was ailing her. But she was too stubborn to accept it. There was no one that would understand was set in her mind and expressing her emotions were a sign of weakness. Her emotions would be her downfall, and soon she was a mess. He could see her pain, he could see her anguish no matter how hard she tried to conceal it. No matter how tough she was, she was grieving deep inside. Today was there anniversary. Today was the day that she met her husband so she was weak and alone. She was in pain. When she looked over she saw him… she saw the man that had been with her since before Temptation. She was with the man that knew the real Winery. She looked over to him but could not look him in the face. Furthermore, she could not look him in the eye. Why, you ask because those eyes of his, you couldn’t slick a can of oil. You couldn’t cheat a cheetah. He was the best, he was the best at everything and seeing as though he was drinking Johnnie Walker like it was cheap Paul Mason, meant that he knew what he was doing. Even she after drinking it for ten years she winched from time to time and moved away since the burn was so hectic. Sitting next to him, he made her feel like she was still a young drinker. The way he downed the drink no wincing, no turning away from the glass… no he cherished it. He respected the burn, and it seemed as though he welcomed it. She watched as he drank his glass no flinching. By now she would have turned the glass away and at least turned away so that no one would see that she was burning inside. Now, she looked at him in pain. A teardrop fell in the glass, and when it went down her cheek all the pain, all the anguish and the defeat went with it, but it was soon to be followed by more than one tear. She looked at Milan, and glared, it was a hated glare, but it wasn’t really directed at him specifically. “I want you to give him a free glass of Johnnie Walker and do the same shit that you did with my glass with his. If you have to clean it in front of both of us then do it… I want his glass as clean and as clear as mine! I want him to enjoy his Black. Furthermore, I want him to cherish the damn Ronnie Walker, respect it. This depends on your damn job. So if you want to keep your piece of shit job then give him a glass of Heaven.”: She glared at him. Her eyes were red, her soul was showing, that kind, soul that would help anyone, but she was bruised. She was wounded. She was hurt, not because of Temptation but from people that would hurt her, from people in general. Furthermore, she was hurting from the people that she opened up too, to the people who would betray her, her past was chasing her and catching up with her, and it was weighing her down. Mikan returned with a cleaner glass than Winery’s, he gave him more liquor than Winery had in her glass and the bottle was damn bear frozen, so there was need for little ice. He served it on a colored napkin and pushed it to him with a complimentary lemon and lime just in case he wanted flavor. The glass was ice-cold. Seemingly he got it out of the freezer for the special guest and in a case he was a special guest. The man would certainly enjoy this beverage. After three glasses she was buzzed.“Excuse me…” She said in a broken voice as she headed into the lounge area of Temptation. Winery's pureness... Her lack of blinding and hiding herself... That with Alex truly admired was the very thing that ailed her. Too live in a way to be so true to your emotions, not to cover them up for the sake of being “polite” had its tolls. It was evident on Winery's face, how much pain she truly was in. And no matter what Alex had gone through, no matter what his pain was like. He could never say he understood Winery, that he had the answers for her. Much in the same respect that Winery didn't go through the same thing he did, couldn't imagine how he took the tolls. So how does one help the helpless? How could you be there for someone that couldn't relate? Hell the two of them wouldn't be here drinking the Black Label if they had the answers to those questions. Yet here they were, doing their damn well best to cope. Alex smiled somewhat when Winery looked at him. She was trying her best to deal with her own shit while acknowledging him. Was it that hard for her to do? Alex wouldn't even dare try to conceptualize the hurt and pain Winery was going through right now. How dare he try to label what was hers, what she fought with. Her eyes didn't meet with his, be it shame? Fear? Lack of trust maybe? Alex expected as much, having not been here for four years to let Winery deal with her loneliness... To let her deal with a rather abusive relationship. Heaven forbid Alex take five minutes away from focusing on his issues to help a friend that saved his life. Maybe that was why he came back, to thank her, to try and make amends or show his gratitude for an act that he spat back into Winery's face on that hospital gurney. All Alex could do to be there for Winery right now was to let her work her shit out. To know he was here for her. Alex would continue to drink from his glass, to welcome the burn. And then it happened, a single tear ran down from Winery's oh so perfect cheek. Just to her jaw long before falling off and into her glass of Johnnie Walker. Where one tear another followed and another. Alex set his glass down almost in shock or fear to see Winery like this. Sure she was human, sure she had her moments... But to crack like this? In the middle of her club in front of her guests and employees... It wasn't like her. The day of her anniversary was the hardest for her and it showed. Alex watching as she commanded Milan to get him another glass, a perfect glass free of charge. Even in Winery's suffering... The goddess of a woman still comforted Alex, still made sure to take care of him. That was something to truly shed a tear for. Winery had a fucked up past, a fucked up relationship... And where others would take it out on other people. Winery chose to take care of them instead. Sitting there now with a perfect glass of Johnnie Walker Black Alex sat in awe of not only Winery but the glass of liquor in front of him. A gift from the goddess herself. Lime and Lemon? What was this bartender thinking? Alex set the lime and lemon slices down on the napkin, not letting them anywhere near the precious alcohol in his glass.“Thank you for taking care of me tonight Winery.” Alex would simply state before drinking that first sip. And oh did it burn.... It was strange, actually. Alex could have sworn he could feel a bit of Winery's pain as he drank what she had ordered for him. As if she was reaching out to him for help the only way she could... Through Johnnie Walker. And so where others would start talking, start working out their issues. Alex and Winery would sit silently, drinking their Johnnie Walker and letting the alcohol do what it did best. Start to make them forget, start to help them focus on the pain and soon the joy that booze brought with it. Three glasses of Heaven and Alex would start to show signs of being buzzed as well. He might have the masochistic mind set to enjoy the burn that this drink brought, but he was still human. His goal after all was to get drunk, to forget his past for one night if he could. Winry would get up from the bar counter, excusing herself to head to what looked like the lounging area of Temptation. Alex gets up as well looking to the bartender and modding ever so slightly before turning to follow Winery. People stare of course to see Winery Temptation walk among them, in her very own club. Alex took some solace in this fact, they knew nothing of the goddess that they worshiped. Where ever Winery would go Alex would follow, their night only just beginning now that Johnnie Walker was coursing through their veins. She headed to the back of the lounge area, to her little spot. Everywhere else in the lounge area was red but this area, this area was Winery’s favorite color…purple. From the floor to the chairs, every inch a different shade of purple. She entered the code in the door and waited for him to get closer so that they could have their privacy. Once they were both in the room she went to her personal bar area of the lounge and pulled out the Johnnie Walker, and two crystal glasses. Heading to the freezer she gave three ice cubes a piece to the glasses and sat them down on the lilac colored table that was in the middle of the couch that snaked around it. She tried her eyes but for the life of her she could not stop crying.“It should have been me…” She said to him, this time looking him in the eye. “There is no reason why your wife should be dead… and when she died, a piece of me died as well.” She played with her fingers now, and she noticed that she wore her wedding ring today, of all days to be reminded of him. She pulled it off her finger with strain and placed it on the table next to the Johnnie Walker. “He was a piece of shit! He was an asshole…” She was losing her grip on herself. “He wasmypiece of shit… he wasMYasshole…” Her voice kept breaking; it was becoming harder for her to focus. “That night I saved you, I was being selfish, damn this heart of mine. I wanted so badly to switch places with you. This world, this place is nothing but heartbreak after heartbreak. Tragedy after misfortune and well I’m fucking tired of it!” She sat down next to him and by all that was in her, she wanted to be held, she wanted to be loved, at least to be told that everything would be alright and someone anyone, would at least sound sincere.“I can’t imagine what you are going through, I mean, you're drinking Black Label… It must be one of those nights for you… I loved her too, I loved her and Clarence. I loved you… I love you… that’s why I couldn’t see another person walk out of my life again. Furthermore, I could not bear to stand at another funeral, or worse pay for the funeral and then have to carry the body with the help of my butler because he had no family and no friends would be associated with his cold-hearted ass!” She said referring to her late husband. “I have everything they say, I have everything that a human could want, money, power and respect, but none of this; none of it means anything if I don’t have people to share it with. Look at me… you of all people know me… the real me. Not the Owner of Temptation, not as Winery Seduction, and damn sure not Boss Lady!” She sneered thinking of Milan’s funny little nickname for her. “You know that if I could go back, if I was there… if I could take your pain away, if I could do anything for you, to replace that broken and scarred heart of yours I would, I will… if only in return you help me mend mine; or at least bandage it. I am tired of pain Alex. That seems to be all this world is about… I want something more, God… call me envious but what you and your wife had, I was always, always, …” She stopped and looked him in the eye to let him know that she was serious.“I always wanted what you had, and if that meant trying to mold Clarence into the perfect man… the perfect you, then I was willing to do it.” She looked away and in a desperate attempt to change what she said she strayed off-topic. “I’m glad to see you however, you look… you look like hell, but I am glad to see that I am not the only one about to lose my mind. It’s better to say the truth than to tell a lie and say you look well anyway.” She struggled to make a laugh. His arms were warm, they were welcoming, and more importantly they were not her arms. Too many nights had she tried to hold herself because no one could do it for her, she wanted a man not a one-night stand and for someone that knew her… the real her to hold her in this time of need, it was comforting in a sense. They were in the privacy of her lounge area and the walls were soundproof just like her office so no one would be able to tell what they were talking about. There were no windows that any normal person could see, but there was a mirror. It was a one way mirror. She could look out of it and see what was going on outside, but none could see what was beyond the red door that had a key code to the room that she and Alex were in. She didn’t know what to say to him. How could she with the state that she was in. How could she even imagine that he would somehow show his handsome face in her club. So, there they were she laying on him in his arms, and she waited there for him to say something, anything that would be ‘so like Alex to say’. Alex joined Winery in her personal little purple room. The sight of it had made Alex smile, he remembered when Temptation was being built and how Winery always wanted to have a room like this. And here they were now, Alex watched Winery as she went over to the bar area, quick to get two more drinks started for themselves. Yet her tears remained, yet her heart break showed as she slipped the ice cubes into their glasses. How hard it must be for Winery, not just to be the confident woman that she needed to be, but to allow herself to feel this way in front of someone else. Alex felt a sort of pity or sadness in himself to see Winery like this, how much more painful it was for her to actually trust someone with her wounds. And then she said it, her eyes looking straight into his. “It should have been me....” Alex was shocked to hear what she said, shaking his head quickly as he disagreed. “No not at all Windy. Don't talk like that.” Alex would say, but the woman would continue. And damn it all she needed to continue. To shout out these things that plagued her, that tormented her... To have someone actually listen to what she had to say and not bottle it up. James watched as Winery practically ripped her ring off form her hand, as if casting it away. She went on, talking about the night she saved him and how selfish she was. At this point Alex would start to get up from the couch but Winery joined him there, and he was quick to hold her in his arms. To comfort her at this moment that she needed it the most.“Don't talk like that. I never thanked you for saving me...” Alex said but Winery was on a roll, Winery had so much to say after these four years... So much to let out after her lifetime of suffering. Alex found it better to stay quiet at the moment, to let Winery pretty get it all out of her system as he held her. His hand softly rubbing the back as the woman continued. Winery continued, touching on her husband... The world. And then brought it all back to Alex. What was he to say to that? She tried to make Clarence more like himself. Flattering of course and Alex was no fool, there had been drunken nights where Winery, and he kissed, flirted here and there like high school sweethearts. But they never crossed that line, never went further then the simple caress or touch of the lips in their drunken fun. And yet there was that attraction, that compatibility. In different worlds or different times if the two had met first they definitely would have been together. Alex didn't regret what he had with his wife... But he definitely wouldn't of turned down Winery in any way. The man was going to say something but Winery would change the subject in her own little way. Making Alex laugh a little as they sat together. She was complimenting him, or at least trying to compliment him as they sat there.“It's good to see you too. Though I am sure you probably would have liked me to show up on a different night.” Alex stated, still reassuringly rubbing her back as they sat on her couch. What could he say though? What was right? She obviously accepted him back, if only at this moment when she truly needed him. She still accepted him with open arms. Alex couldn't help but feel for Winery, it's taking no more than a few seconds before he leaned down to kiss her. Much more than any cute kisses or fun pecks on the cheeks they might have shared in their past. A kiss filled with passion and well compassion as he held her closer to his body. It could very well been thirty seconds or a minute before their kiss ended, Alex simply resting his forehead against her own as they sat together on that couch. “Thank you for being so imperfect Windy. Thank you for your selfishness... Your pride... Your desires. If you hear it only once in your life then you will hear it now. I wouldn't be here if you weren't selfish... If you weren't human. If anything this life should be yours to do with as you please, I threw it away years ago. You are perfect in your imperfection Windy. To take care of a fool like me... I would do anything to alleviate your pain... If only for one night.” Alex said before kissing her again, tenderly... Lovingly. Now the thing about ranting is that you don’t know that you’re actually ranting until you stop. When a moment of silence came to her lips then she realized that this somewhat supposedly happy reunion was being ruined by her getting things off her chest. On the other hand however, she was happy to see him, and because she was elated she began to rant to him. Once she had set eyes on those familiar blue crystals of his she knew that this moment would be special. While she was ranting she was enjoying the fact that she was in warm loving arms, and she didn’t know exactly how loving until he kissed her. Once their lips touched all the memories of them together came back. She remembered back in high school, when everyone around them considered them high school sweethearts, but they didn’t give a name to themselves. Something said that this was not the right time, although they seemed so perfect for each other neither one gave the other the go to start a relationship, yet almost 15 years later after all the drama in each of their lives here they were once more. This first kiss was just the icing on the cake, this one was more of an ‘it will get better kiss.’ But the next kiss, this next kiss was filled with passion, and not the kind of the one-night stand. This one was more ‘I’ve missed you’ kiss, and the more his lips touched hers the hungrier she got, the more lustful she thought. It was a chance that she never took and although the circumstances were grim seeing as though this was the day of her husband’s anniversary, maybe, just maybe this was his last good parting gift to her. She always complimented Alex around Clarence. Shit, she damn near flattered the man every time they met. She calmed it down when his wife was around considering that women were more prone to jealousy than men and in some cases she was jealous of her. His wife was beautiful, smart, very witty and could hold her own. She just had that look of wife, while Winery was more of a business dominatrix. She felt that she could not compete with the women but oh how she tried. Suddenly he broke the kiss, and she was forced back into reality, the realization of he and her in her little room that she swore she’d build from the ground up.“Alex… I… you were always my first choice. I never thought I was good enough for you…” She finally said looking into those orbs of truth. You couldn’t lie to Alex, hell he couldn’t lie to himself so, being truthful he never did. Or at least if he did he never showed it. He was always strong, always so sure, and he always knew what to say. Never good enough? What? Winery? Goddess in human form? Pretty much a bombshell developed by her senior year. She wasn't good enough for him? Oh, the nights spent dreaming of her. The continual conversations and rantings of boys talking about the things they would do to her. And she thought she wasn't good enough for Alex? Alex hadn't done anything with his life. At least not in comparison to Winery. She traveled the world, started her own business, is a successful entrepreneur. How could she not be good enough for Alex? It was Alex that wasn't good enough for her. He loved his wife. Nothing could change that. But he had met her after Winery, she was his second choice. If Winery and Alex could have been more open and honest with themselves back then maybe they would have made it. Maybe what they went through wouldn't of even happened. And tonight seemed to be appropriate to dwell on such matters. To think of the past and regret, to remember... So that tomorrow they could move on. But damn how it hurt, damn how it made Alex grieve inside to hear Winery say what she did. That she wasn't good enough for him.“Winery... Men worship your footsteps. Women envy your presence. You dominant this night-life and yet you say you are not good enough for me?” Alex asked, bringing one of his hands up to softly brush some hair from Winery's weeping face. Softly brushing away the streaks of tears that had run down her cheeks. “Don't tell yourself you were never good enough for me. You never believed that before you met Clarence. We knew it wasn't the right time to be together back then... And then we faded. Before all of this. Before Temptation, before your trips. You have always been more than I could ask for in a woman. What Clarence did to you was atrocious. He made you believe you were nothing, when right now. Right now all I see is a marvelous woman that deserves the world.” Alex added as he kissed her again, giving her another reassuring kiss as they sat together.“No more talk of the past... Of regrets. If only for one night I want show you how much you truly mean to me Windy. Would you allow me the honor of doing so?” Alex asked, being very selective with his words. In this time of Winery's utter grief he wanted her to understand that she still had control, she still had choices. That even if what she saw in the mirror wasn't the ravishing beauty and confident woman that was Winery Temptation, that she still could be loved, could love. The hardest part about life is understanding. How could someone who was like him, so perfect, so caring and so considerate even think or look in her direction? It was hard for her to fathom that he actually did care for her, in fact it had been so long since someone even showed genuine interest in her. Then again, everyone noticed Winery, but no man was fool enough to approach her and even ask for her hand. But this man just might be crazy enough, this just might work. The thing about unfortunate events is that they are in fact unfortunate, but this seemingly sad day was getting better and better. Now, she was in the arms of the man that was her first love, she had loved him since high school and all throughout college but again, was never fool enough to ask his hand. Looking at him, looking at those eyes of his, those sky blue, oceanic eyes, she melted. “You don’t know what this means to me…” She began. “You… were… you are my only choice when it comes to love. Everyone I met, I compared them to you, I was always looking for you… I never stopped and thought about it until now but, you were all I wanted and all I ever asked for.” She looked away, but it was too late, she was confessing, and she couldn’t stop now. “I would think about you non-stop, in art class… I’d draw you and I together, I actually have it framed and its in my living room. That picture we took Summer Break at the Marriott Inn in Osaka, Japan? I have that picture by my bed. Your face is the first one I see in the morning and the last thing on my mind at night. I even, at some point masturbated to you… calling your name as I orgasmed all over my new satin bedsheets.” That one made her blush.“Yes I will, I will allow you to do what you wish. I want to be with you and only you…” She confessed. As Winery gazed into Alex's oceanic eyes, he would gaze into her brilliant red eyes. Never had he found another person on this earth with such a shade of red, with such a sparkle that was covered by pain. There was always something that Winery kept from Alex, and he could see it in her eyes. But was it this confession? Was it this truth? He marveled how her red eyes seemed to lighten up once she started to tell him of her infatuation with him... Alex was honored, stunned even to hear that such a goddess as Winery choose him as her ideal man... How could she aim so low? Now wasn't the time to question her, Winery was a woman of passion and need, and she needed him right now.“You drew us in Osaka? I would like to see it sometime...” Alex said with a smile, brushing some of Winery's hair out of her frantic face. What strength she showed in spilling out these secrets... What bravery was displayed through her action. Even broken and sobbing Winery was still the power house of a woman she presented herself to be. Hearing her speak of masturbating to his image made Alex smirk as he sat there with her in his arms, Winery needed to confess these things, he could see it in her eyes. Instead of keeping her quiet with his lips he would wait, wait till she gave him permission to take her. The one thing it seemed she had been craving all this time. Once she finished Alex would give her a sincere and reassuring kiss, not some vulgar one where he tried to jam his tongue into her mouth. A kiss that she would need to grip his clothing from, a kiss to try and show her that he was here for her. Right now, on this terrible of days. He was hers. Their lips would part, but his would continue, kissing down to her neck to show affection that was long overdue. His hands starting to roam her perfect body confined by that dress of hers. Caress her back, pulling her closer to himself, exploring her person. He would show her how much he needed her, just like she needed him. It was those ruby red eyes of hers that although some say they made her personality, she knew that her pain was as red as her eyes. She always said that the color of pain was red. However, if there was one thing that his wife and he shares, they both loved her eyes. She always stroked Winery’s hair and pulled Winery’s chin-up to meet her face. Winery never looked his wife in the eye. Not because she didn’t like to, but because she didn’t think she was worthy enough too. Once they locked eyes his wife would always say: “Red is the color of passion… and you seem to have a lot of it in you.” Which would always make Winery smile and look away. Winery would swear that the girl was flirting with her. Clarence always said that she couldn’t hide her feelings for anyone or anything because she had those eyes. It was true, and as much as Clarence and her were obviously not right for each other, no matter what they stayed together. But despite all this Clarence knew deep down that she had always loved Evan hire. He would watch her at dinner as she and he laughed, and it was genuine fun, never forced. He even called her on it a few times, claiming that instead of Seduction her last name should be Evan hire. That’s when she remembered, she remembered the gift that his wife gave her. When reminded about that trip to Osaka she nodded at him, kissed him on the cheek and then headed over to the bar area of her personal space. She bent down behind the counter and shuffled around for a few minutes. After a bit she came up with a little black rectangular silk box in her hand; coming back over to him, she sat down and looked him in the eye.“This is probably the most inappropriate moment for this, but that trip reminded me. I swore I’d never tell, but she told me that I’d know when the time was right.” She breathed in deep and opened the box. “This…” She tried to hold her composure as she spoke. “This is the last gift Gigi gave to me… this is the necklace that you gave her. She never took it off and every time I saw it I admired it, both from afar and up close. She told me, well she knew that there was something between us, although I assured her many times that we did nothing together, in which she knew; she was just glad that I was a true woman. Most women, she said; most women would try to take you for themselves, sabotaging at every corner, but not you Windy. I know you love Alex, but I know you respect that he is a married man and I know you’d never do anything to hurt him and because of that I am comforted that you respect me as well and if something were to ever happened to me, I want you to be his true Mrs. Evan hire.” Winery was holding a 50ct solid white gold necklace with the name ‘Evan hire’ on it. In the box was a letter that read;To my true Mrs. Evan hire. I never put it on for it was hers, and she was yours. But I guess I wanted to show you that I still respect her as your woman, and that I loved her, even if she had something that I wanted. She was just as much a part of me as she was you. I called her Gigi… well because you tend to go for women with a little more bust, and let’s be honest… I swear that woman was packing watermelons for breasts.” That comment made her giggle. She smiled thinking of her old friend. There was no pain there for that one moment. “She finally escaped this hell we call life. She truly was an Angel.” She grabbed his hand with the free hand that wasn’t holding the box. “Our Angel.”

Never Be The Same Again (Yoshie x Source Code)|rating:4.0

Arranged through fire and forest (Between Crazybeard91 and Rosemarie)

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The dragons brought with them security, and with that came magic farming, no more did man use a hoe, no he just waved his hand and the dirt dug itself. Aqueducts ran throughout the kingdom providing fresh water being sped along by magic, purified all at the same time. Yes the blessing of the dragons was one that the people of Elsie could never do without. So it made sense that the royal family worked very closely with the dragon elders, sometimes bending and bowing to them above their own desires. Today was one of those days, a young man stormed out of the throne room and into the hearth room, the large oak door slamming behind him. "Marry one of them? Are they daft? Have they gone mad? We have been at war for nearly a decade, this is no spat..." He spoke in a sullen, yet deep tone, smooth like velvet, and although he was venting it came out of his lips calmly. The young man with black as coal hair paced over to the hearth, he placed a hand on one of the stones on the wall and leaned against it. "It is not up to me though, I am to be king... but even then.... the dragons will just be my equals then." He shook his head and sighed. He strode back into the throne room and spoke with his father, the two of them set up a meeting day for his soon-to-be wife. She was of even descent, but that was all he really knew other than a rumor that she was gorgeous beyond belief. Soon the daylight faded, and the morrow was filled with new beginnings, a caravan would be arriving that afternoon with his betrothed. The day came, and the palace was filled with activity, the dining hall was being cleaned and set up or a large ball. Various wines, ales, foods, were being prepared for the occasion. The young man from before, crown prince Gavin Grayson was currently spending his morning getting ready. Taking a bath in the hot springs, having the finest fragrance sprayed on him, and of course being dressed in fine form fitting silks. This pageantry was not really his style, but the dragons insisted. They loved shiny things and even more they loved flaunting wealth. But before long the man was dressed and ready to go. He was set to greet the caravan on the road to the kingdom and then escort his betrothed the rest of the way to the kingdom. He gathered together a few of his personal guards and got his own carriage ready. The oak wagon was painted black, and the windows were tinted red, it was a very handsome carriage. Once he got inside and sat on the plush red seat he ordered the carriage to move. He made it about 40 minutes out from the city before running into the oncoming party. The wagon came to a stop, and he stepped out, His eyes were filled with a serious and somewhat apathetic look. No matter how much he tried to fix it, he could not help it. This was not how he had planned his life by any stretch. He bowed respectfully to the Even carriage before proceeding to open up its door. ’M'Lady, I am Prince Gavin Grayson, your betrothed." He introduced as he took her hand and kissed the back of it politely." If you come with me, I am to escort you the rest of the way, it shall give us time to get to know one another." He took her hand and began to guide her out of her carriage and into his, he sat directly next to her, seeing no need for any real distance, they were to be wed within the week anyway. Gavin had no clue how to even begin here, he doubted she was any more excited for this than he was, but it was not like there was a manual for things like this. So he decided just to speak the facts for now. "It is good to meet you, we are having a banquet in our honor tonight, to celebrate us and the peace our union will bring." His eyes still full of intensity. Though now that he was so close to her, he could see that the rumors were true, she was absolutely gorgeous beyond belief. That was most certainly an upside, so at least when it came to producing an heir he would have a very fun time with that. "So, who is this woman whom I am bound hmm?" He asked trying his best to spark up small talk, but it was hard, he still felt resentful that he was even here. The carriage began to trot towards the kingdom as a light drizzle began outside the windows. It was said that nature provided life for the Elves of Kashmir. A life is tethered to a plant that also assigns districts and lands within the kingdom. While they are a peaceful people, fire has destroyed most of their sacred land. In fear of total extinction, the elders summoned their princess, told her of the arrangement that was to be held in her honor. Though the news was simply horror for Aurora. A young maiden was cleaned and dressed all while tears ran down her face. Was this really to be her future? On the way to the kingdom, Aurora couldn't help but look out and see her kingdom disappear before her eyes. At least now the fighting would cease. The ride was long and uncomfortable, every bump causing more and more pain to her backside. Elves were not apposed to carriages, it was just rare. Though, it didn't stop from the growing dread of meeting her forced husband. After all, his kingdom nearly brought her kind to extinction. Soon enough the door opened to reveal a prince. He was...decent. Aurora wiped her tears before she stepped out, taking his hand only as a courtesy. She bowed to him softly, getting up to walk into his carriage. "I am Aurora Emus, though I suppose you know that." She whispered, moving away from him slightly as he sat next to her. He spoke of a banquet, how would they honor her? The same princess that they sought to kill. At his mention of her, all she could do was look and glare at him. Though his eyes were what sat with her, they were absolutely beautiful. To avoid looking at him further, she pulled her veil over her face softly. "We are to be married, I see no reason why we would have to speak to each other." She said softly, her hands folding in her lap before she added. "This is merely for survival." When she pulled her veil over her face it struck Gavin as a bit rude. His voice began to fire up as if he were to go on some long rant about how he was at least trying to be pleasant, but that was not true was it? His words may have been correct, but his body language gave away his frustration. He could not find justification for being mad at her while he did the very same thing. So instead of his voice lashing out in anger I'd just faded into a sigh. Nothing was said again for at least a few minutes, but he did find words that were not barbed with anger." I understand this is not the life you wanted; you should know it is not my choice either." He said gently. "My reasoning for the pleasantries, half-hearted as they were is that we are to show ourselves to the world as a couple, in fact our union is what symbolizes the end of a terrible war. If we have nothing else in common, we at least both want that to be over right?" He hoped to at least get her to some level of civility. "For the sake of the peace that this arrangement buys us, let's try to at least not kill each other?" Gavin reached over to her and moved the veil aside before offering her a small warm smile. "Let us try this again?" Gavin paused for a moment before continuing. "I will even start us off. I enjoy horse riding, and of course the magical arts." He felt a little silly describing himself and laughed a bit. He hoped he had made good points for at least trying to get along. The two were together for a long time, she would still outlive him being an elf, but his dragon blessed body would live triple that of a normal human. She didn't care if it came across as rude. She just sat there silent listening to him talk. The war was troublesome. "Yes... I agree the war needs to end." She said softly, still not meeting his gaze. "There are many reasons on why this union is beneficial, that much I will admit. The trade will bring in lots of money, and we can provide resources that both lands lack." She was speaking in a very manner of fact way, there was little care in her voice. She flinched as the veil was moved, now revealing those eyes to her again. Furthermore, she gulped softly, hearing him list off some things about himself. True, there was a benefit to get to know each other. They were expected to be married. "Very well... I enjoy riding as well. I like to read... I like to sew, knit, crochet, anything like that." She explained gently. Looking around to think of something else they can talk about." What do you know about Kashmir?" She said softly, pausing before she continued to talk. "It is a land that feeds off of nature. When it is destroyed then our people die off. We depend on the mountains to protect us and the river to provide food and water. When your armies destroy those plants you're killing my people." To prove her point, she pushed up her sleeve lightly, her arm had a black bruise going up the elbow. She seemed to open up a bit more now, Gavin was pleased with that. Though it was not long before she mentioned her homelands, and he got an eerie feeling she was about to explain something unpleasant. His people did not actively seek to destroy nature, but they did not preserve it in the fashion the elves did. Thus, they chopped down trees, dug for various minerals, things of the like. So when she explained that this activity was damaging to her people physically he was surprised. He looked closely to her elbow and sighed." I am ashamed to say, I was unaware of that fact, you have my word that if activity is not fully ceased already, it will cease the moment we arrive at the palace and I can send word. Your people shall also have access to whatever they need to begin to heal. The magic of the dragons is versatile, our two kingdoms are now allies. You have my word that so long as our bond remains, so does that friendship." After all, that was the point right? But there was real regret in his voice, he felt awful that his kingdoms resource gathering had hurt her people as much as the war." Despite what you may think of me, I am not a cruel man... I am a man of authority and action, but... and I know this will not heal any wounds, I am sorry for what has happened to your people." They had suffered casualties as well, but not on the scale it sounded like she had. "Let us try to be a beacon for a new era, I can not lie, you are most certainly the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on." He said with a faint smile, hoping to interject just a bit of hope into this bleak conversation. "Think we can do that? If not for ourselves, for our people?" He asked as he took her hand into his own. Aurora nodded softly. "Thank you...truly." she said softly. "My people will be grateful...and anything that we are doing to cause hurt to your kingdom will cease immediately." She told him softly, though she could see that there was hurt in his voice. That much showed her this wouldn't have been a complete waste. Though as his words continued, and he called her beautiful she couldn't help but flush deeply. Her back straightened as she looked ahead. "I-I... I um....thank you."" You are...h-handsome." She said softly, a blush on her face. "I suppose...this union could be useful, I would like to know more about you. Just because we're to be married doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other's company. Besides...the war is over." She gulped softly, feeling him grab her hand she looked over to him. "You're very gentle." She said softly, holding his hand softly." So...um...tell me more about yourself. About Elsie. If I'm going to be queen one day I should know the customs, traditions, the land." She explained, bruising a strand of hair behind her ear. Gavin was glad that she seemed willing to work together to an extent. It was kind of cute seeing her all shy and off guard, he never had any illusions he would choose his wife. Had he ever had a chance though, that was certainly a trait he enjoyed, that shy demeanor, it was cute and alluring to him? He chuckled a bit when she called him gentle. "First time I have been called that before." He mused with a playful tone. "Well, I have always enjoyed horses like I said, animals of all types really, so if you like dogs we can have plenty of them, or cats, hell deer even, I just love the simplicity of animals." He wrapped his fingers a little bit tighter around her own. "I also enjoy learning more about magic and honing my skills, we try to make the most of the gits the dragons have given us. Which I guess is probably the biggest culture shock you might face. There are no deities in my land, the dragons are the closest thing we have to that. They are mostly benevolent, looking out for our best interest. I will sometimes say they covet gold a little too much. The ball tonight for example... the lengths they are going to, to celebrate us is a bit crazy." The carriage soon transitioned from dirt road to brick path as they entered the city, crowds forming around cheering the new couple. He Stood up on his feet pulling her with him, keeping her hand in his, he waved to the crowd with his other hand, assuring everyone that the union was on track, that peace was finally coming. Not a frown was seen in the crowd, Eventually the carriage came to the palace, he led her out of the carriage and into the ballroom, showing her all the food that was now starting to come out, that a band was setting up and servants were setting the tables with fancy silverware. "Of course, any delegates you brought with you will be shown to exquisite rooms, yours is rather close to mine... but before I show you there, would you like to visit the stables?" He asked since he knew they had that much in common. "We have some beautiful draft horses, there is a Clydesdale Stallion that is absolutely magnificent." "Kashmir is a small kingdom, we do not have a lot outside natural resources. We worship the Earth around us, so I suppose you would call that our god. We have different festivals, each lasts a week and celebrates the seasons changing." She paused to let him speak of himself. "I love animals." She told him softly. Once they arrived she put her veil back over her face, watching as the crowd cheered. The first thing that hit her was exactly how lavish his people lived. The foods that came out along with all the fine china, even the clothes were elegant and elaborate. She picked up a fork softly, just feeling it in her hands. "We appreciate your hospitality. Thank you." She said softly, setting the utensil down to turn towards him. "Once we are married will we share a room or will I have my own private counters?" She said softly. Looking around the ballroom she took a few steps. "I would love to see your horses." She said with a kind smile, once they were alone she slipped the veil off. "Only you are allowed to see me until the wedding...it's a tradition we have." "When we are wed we will have the royal chambers together." He answered. "Why wouldn't I want to have my gorgeous wife nearby? And of course...in bed. " They had already established attraction was mutual so he did not think that would offend her or anything. When she explained about the veil he felt honored that she would share a tradition of hers with him. "Oh? Well we will have to try and be alone a lot until we are wed, because I do like seeing that pretty face." He chuckled at the cheesy comment, but then led her to the stables, taking a route that would not be used at the current moment, so she could keep the veil off. They made it into the stables, there were quite a few horses here so it did of course smell like nature. He led her to a stall in the back that had the giant Clydesdale he was speaking of." This is River, I have raised him from birth, and he has been my steed for the last few years." The mostly black horse chuffed and leaned its head forward for pets, which it promptly received. "Maybe tomorrow we can go for a ride together? I imagine it is a bit jarring to be in a place full of brick and stone after living with nature for such a long time. Tonight will be an indulgence of city life, food and drink, perhaps tomorrow we can roam nature together? If you are willing to guide me in such a thing?" Gavin hoped that reaching out to her, being willing to learn about her culture would continue to make a connection. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered how he had gone from resentful to courting so quickly. There was most certainly a physical attraction and a lust that made it easier. It was kind of hard to resent a gorgeous woman, let alone someone society allowed you to actually express feelings for. Her face flushed lightly, of course she knew what they were expected to do as a married couple. An heir was wanted among both kingdoms, but hearing it out loud, something about how casually he spoke of sleeping together made her shiver. "I-I hope I can be an adequate wife in that regard." She spoke softly, squeezing his hand as they walked." I understand that most traditions I am going to lose while here. However, I hope for you to visit my kingdom one day. We brought gifts and food for your people." She explained, twisting the veil in her hands. "I... I'm also supposed to give this as a gift...as a trade...something innocent for....our first time." She said softly. When she saw the horse her eyes brightened. She reached out to pet him slowly. "He's beautiful." She whispered, smiling at how gentle he was. "I would love to bring my horse from Kashmir, I wonder if they would get along." She said softly "You know what? Let's visit Kashmir after our wedding, we can call it our honeymoon. It is only fair that your people get to see their symbol of peace just like mine did right?" He responded when she mentioned visiting her lands. As for being good in bed, he felt like if he said too much in that area he would embarrass her, but he could not see how she would disappoint in that department, she had curves for days, and her submissive behavior? It was all growing on him much faster than he had thought possible. When she mentioned bringing her horse he smiled. "Let us make it so, we can have your horse brought here at once. Then tomorrow we go for a ride together out into the countryside, maybe have a nice fresh lunch? That is actually a question I have for you. Do you have any dietary requirements? I am assuming you are a vegan? " He asked, feeling a bit silly that he got off-topic so easily. It all seemed to be going rather well so far, the two were connecting. He supposed it was hard to hate each other when neither of them had made this choice. Their personalities, he's a dominated and hers more submissive seemed to mesh well together as well. The only thing that was a bit hard was that on some level... he wanted her flesh now. It would not be the end of the world if they did make love before their wedding night, but at the same time it was a goal he wanted to try and keep. He only had to make it a few days, but the ball in a few hours... if she showed up in some form fitting dress... or just watching her dance... could he really resist?" Well for now I should probably show you to your quarters for the next few days, you can wash up and get ready for the ball." Leading her back through the stables and towards the palace. Once they reached her room he took her hand once more, this time he laid it flat as if she were holding her hand out for something. His other hand made a few signs, and before she knew it, in her hand a small pink daisy formed out of thin air. "Please wear this in your hair tonight, I feel like it will bring out those gorgeous eyes of yours." He said softly, his eyes lost in hers for a moment. He let both hands slide down her sides and land on her hips, he kissed her cheek tenderly. Deep down he wanted to do so much more to her. "Well then, my darling, I will see you soon". He took his leave walking to the end of the hallway with purpose. "Yes I am vegan." She laughed softly. "I only eat foods that have been approved like fruits and vegetables. However, I do partake in the occasional dessert." She teased, walking alongside him. "My people have sent me with only the freshest fruits and wines that you would enjoy. I hope it is a suitable gift." She said softly, walking with him through the palace. She looked at the room with a gulp, it was very fancy, too fancy. Though she thanked him softly. "I'm sure my people live like sheer animals compared to yours." She laughed softly, stepping inside to run her hands over the bed. She turned to him and watched in awe as she saw the flower. "It's lovely, thank you." She whispered, bringing it to her nose to smell it. "I will cherish it." She waved her hand over it lightly, now it would never wilt." I will meet you for the ball...do you have any recommendations for attire? I was thinking of wearing something from my land, but it might be a better look if I dressed in your fabrics." She said softly, taking a step forward. As she stopped him before he left Gavin smiled to her. "Well, since you asked..." He walked over to a wall and placed his hand firmly on it, he moved his hand back and forth the way the head of a typewriter would when you clicked keys. He was essentially printing her a dress with magic, pink fabric emerged from his hand, until eventually a full dress was formed. It was a long pink gown with floral theming to go with the flower he had given her. He knew he was sabotaging himself, with her wearing this.... oh man it was going to be hard to resist trying to claim her virginity early. But when he was done he brought the gown over to her and showed her. "How about this? I imagine it will look absolutely exquisite on you." His words laced with a small hint of desire. But he figured she would be okay with that, after all she already knew he found her gorgeous." I will be in red and white so that we match to some degree." He noted, being close to her again and just imagining what she would look like tonight, it was almost overpowering. "Did you need anything else before I retire until evening?" He asked as he attempted to keep control over his desires. The day had gone from grim to quite exciting. It seemed that his betrothed was very enticing to him, which had taken over a lot of his focus right about now. She gulped and nodded, the dress was absolutely beautiful. She has never seen such a dress. "It's perfect, thank you." She smiled, nodding to him as he left for the evening. The dress was simply lovely on her, she braided her hair and twisted it into a bun, setting the flower neatly in between the braids. The dress was perfect and matched with the white hue of her veil, she put it back on and set it so her hair and the flower would be visible. Tonight had to be perfect. She took a breath after getting ready and walked down to the ballroom, her steps shaking from wearing heels for the first time in her life. Once she saw him her breath caught in her throat, she bowed towards him and smiled. "You look handsome." She commented, reaching out her hand for him to take it. In all honesty this was very new to her, from the dancing, the music, the food. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. "Thank you for the dress." She whispered to him softly, looking away to take all the sights in." Is...there is a way I'm supposed to act?" She whispered again, sticking close by in case someone asked her a question or anything that might cause the kingdom embarrassment Gavin dressed in red and white just like he said, a fancy white suit with red accents. Once he met her in the ballroom his jaw almost fell off his face, she was indeed the prettiest flower he had ever seen. It took a moment to really sink in, she was his, and when she took his hand he gladly grasped it back. "Me? You look like the essence of beauty yourself." The two of them walked a little bit around the ballroom floor, she had asked him what she should be doing right now, so he led her over to the table with various wines, ales, and other drinks. "Well the dinner has not quite begun yet, so... grab a drink and let us maybe just spend a little more time together before we are expected to dance and put on a show?" He smiled as he poured them both a glass of wine and took his, then rejoining his free hand with hers." Funny how life works, I think this morning both of us were dreading this, now... here we are, dressed up for each other, staring longingly into each other's eyes." He smiled as he did exactly what he described. "I am glad it is turning out this way. Thank you for putting up with all of this show and dance by the way." He sipped his wine, knowing this was probably far different from what she was used to. "Y-yeah...a drink sounds nice." She said softly, walking over to the table. Aurora took the glass that was handed to her and sipped on it. She had to stop herself from gagging, why was it so bitter? Instead, she just kept drinking, not wanting to offend anything. She sat down and looked at him, listening to his words. "I'll admit I'm getting used to the idea of being a part of this kingdom. It's not what I was expecting, or even wanting if I'm being honest. However, I find you comforting, I enjoy being around you." She said softly. She kept sipping on the wine, not keeping track of how much she was drinking. Her nerves kept eating away at her. What if she was embarrassing? If they found her too unintelligent to rule a kingdom. The doubts kept coming in as she drank more and more." W-what happens when dinner starts?" She asked softly. "No one told me the rules for anything." Gavin was glad she felt comfortable around him, he was already growing attached and protective of her. She was of course to be his wife after all, that kind of union just naturally brought out a fierce loyalty. Truly though her submissive and shy behavior had won him over, and of course the fact that she looked like a Goddess helped quite a bit. Gavin did not really keep up with how much she was drinking, and sometimes someone would come up to greet them and wish them well, stopping to chat for a bit which he of course took the lead on. A half hour later when she asked about dinner, it was about time to start. He led her over to their table which contained just the two of them and was at the north wall. On their table wine, and food of all kind had been brought over and thoroughly tested for safety." Looks like it is starting now, there is to be a play put on while we eat, and then there will be dancing and much merriment." He smiled as he pulled out her chair and then sat down right next to her, he could not help but get lost in her eyes again briefly. "Looks like they have prepared and brought you some of what you have brought. Remind me in the morning to make sure we can grow these things for you." He said with a smile before filling her glass again, having lost count of how many times, he clinked his with hers." To us, and our future my darling little flower." The pet name coming out so naturally, he loved how it sounded and could only hope she did as well. He leaned in to kiss her innocently on the lips, just a gentle innocent little kiss. Aurora completely let Gavin take over any and all conversation. Elves from her country had a very thick accent that most found irritating or hard to get through. She just stayed with him and smiled and nodded towards guests who created him. Her people seemed to mesh well, taking in conversations and having a helping of wine. Aurora however, had far too much. Her head started to feel light as they sat down to eat, she looked over what she could eat and thanked Gavin. "I-Is there...is there any meat?" She whispered, shaking her head while picking up another glass of wine." You're too kind, please...have some." She whispered, keeping her voice low for him to hear only. She was glad that the veil would obstruct vision from a far, her face was rather flushed from the many drinks and compliments that Gavin gave her. "F-Flower? W-what...um...what should I call you t-then...: she gulped, shifting in her seat to regain her composure. "Darling?" She offered gently. When the play began, all she could think to do was drink more and more, the bitter taste running down her throat. She knew none of his customs, knew nothing of his traditions. Panic overtook her, and she just drank, picking at her plate occasionally as to not be rude. "You may call me what feels natural in your heart, though I might suggest king." He smiled to her warmly, glad she was playing along. The two just seemed to fit like puzzle pieces. It was at the moment she asked for meat that Gavin was alerted to the fact that she may have been indulging a little too much, his first thought was that he would just carry her to her room, it was fine. But then... that idea was rather hot, he began to imagine her stumbling around, helpless and weak, the thought of her being a giggling mess, slurring her words... Gavin wondered why that was all so attractive to him. He was lost in thought for more than a few seconds and had to snap out of it to answer her question. "Your people are vegan yes? If you want to try it though I would recommend the turkey." He slid over a few slices to her on a plate. Throughout the play he made sure her cup never was fully dry. The play was about the founding of the kingdom, a single dragon and human forming a bond, and then it became a community, and the play ended with a representation of humans and elves getting along. It was a very sweet show and one that hopefully showed that everyone in the kingdom was glad the war was over. By the time the play was over he was certain she had drank her weight or more in wine. The question was now, how trashed was she? Gavin felt himself very excited to find out. It was not unheard of for royals to over do it at balls like this, but he figured he would try and keep this away room anyone else, for her benefit. He did not want her feeling like she was a spectacle. There was also the fact that he wanted to get her alone... "What do you say we skip the dancing for tonight my darling flower? We could go somewhere just the two of us and get to know each other a bit more." He said softly, he grabbed her hand from under the table, he listened for her response wondering if the words would come out slurred, or in a fit of giggles, or hiccups, he had no idea, but the suspense of it all was intoxicating in its own way." Not to be selfish, but I do want you all to myself." He grasped her hand tightly but not tight enough to hurt. She nodded softly, though her nod was a little heavy. "We...we are vegan my king... I don't want any." She tried to speak as clearly as possible, pushing her plate to the side to simply drink. She watched the play and was happy to see his kingdom's history, though when it was finished she perhaps clapped too loudly, ending with a hiccup. "Is...is it hottest...hot in here?" She whispered to him, leaning over on his shoulder softly. She drank and drank and drank, though by the time it was over her vision was blurry. Furthermore, she couldn't really understand what Gavin was saying. "D-dancing?" She slurred out, standing up abruptly only to nearly fall over. "Y-yes my king...dancing...good." she rubbed her head and stumbled out of her seat. When she tripped and landed against him, she giggled softly, grabbing his shoulders. "Time...to...um...what are we...doing?" She slurred out, looking around in the room. "Is it hot in here?: she repeated, no longer whispering." M-myself?" She frowned, squeezing his hand. "Ok.....ok." she nodded, trying to take a step, but she just sat back down in her seat. "Where are we?" She asked, her head swimming as she looked around the best she could. It did not take long for Gavin to ascertain that she was completely gone. She seemed to have a hard time understanding what was going on and hearing her voice slur was like music to his ears. One of the pitfalls of royalty was a fixation on purity, so Gavin had never had sex either, which meant he had a lot of pent-up energy, Here she was, his ordained and appropriate outlet for that energy, completely vulnerable. The question was, how did he get her out of here without causing a scene, if he carried her he would most likely draw attention. So she would need to walk with him, He could put his arm around her, and then it would hopefully look like he was just being sweet, keen eyes might notice her wobbly feet, but that was not unheard of for royals. At least they would think her sober enough to walk. Yes, this was the best calculation he could make. He helped her up on her feet. "Let us retire to my quarters for now just the two of us, I do have wine there, and we can just relax together." He wrapped an arm around her and walked her towards the nearest exist, luckily no massive scene was caused. Once they were out of the public eye and into his private quarters he closed the door behind them. Without a word he undid her veil and took it off of her. "All alone... just the two of us..." He whispered, his hands sliding down her hips and landing on her ass, He leaned in and kissed her on the lips passionately, Gavin had no idea how she would respond, but he just could not contain himself any longer. Aurora didn't understand much of what was going on, instead, she let herself be stood up and smiled as he helped her walk. "W-where are we going?" She slurred out, trying to keep her balance as she stumbled into him. "You have lovely eyes." She giggled, taking a finger to poke his cheek. When they reached his room she looked around at the different setting. "T-this isn't...isn't the ballroom..." she gulped, blinking a few times to get a feel of where she was. She didn't even notice him take of her veil." What happens when we're aloof!" She jumped lightly, feeling his hands grab the curve of her ass. No one has touched her in such a way before, causing her to whimper lightly. When he kissed her, she couldn't help but kiss back. Though she wasn't very neat with it. Her hands grabbed onto his shoulders for balance. "Kiss me." She breathed lightly, her body leaned against his as her hands rubbed down his chest, catching on his clothes to stable herself. When they kissed again, she tried to be passionate, but all that came out was hungry wines and lips that barely met his own." M-my king..." she whimpered, stumbling lightly, needing to hold onto him for dear life in order to stay upright. "I feel funny..." there was a deep ache in her core, she could feel wetness coating her inner thighs as she rubbed them together, trying to feel more of that friction Gavin could feel her clinging onto him, it was so hot to him that she was in such a state, but that was a matter to unpack at another time, for now he knew exactly what he wanted. She had mentioned she felt funny, he wondered if she knew she was drunk? Did Elves even drink? "Really? Because you feel... amazing to me." His hands soon slid back up to the back of her dress undoing it, and soon taking it off of her entirely leaving her in her underwear. He pushed her towards the wall, eventually pinning her against it. He kissed at her neck, then back up to her lips. Breathing out with an excited tone he explained. "It is probably just the wine, but... I am going to make you feel better than you ever have." His hand slid down her stomach sensually, then under her panties, finding her clit he began to rub it." My darling little flower... I know this is early, but... it will be worth it." He spun her around so that her ass was facing him, he pulled down her panties for her to step out of when she was ready, He then unhooked her bra, with her facing away from him, he kissed at the back of her neck, one hand was now rubbing her clit in circles, as another had begun to grope at her left breast. "Mayflower..." He whispered out against her skin. She gasped softly, her head falling back as he pulled off her clothes. Her breasts hung heavy as her dress fell down her body. She stumbled lightly, kicking the dress to the side as she was rushed up the wall. "O-oh..." she whimpered, her eyes rolling back as he kissed over her neck." W-what are you...oh...oh!" She cried out, arching her back against his frame. Her legs shook, and her juices soaked his panties, leaving her to stumble against him. "M-my king..." she gulped, tears in her eyes from the pleasure. Her thighs shook as she spread them out, wanting to feel more of him. Though the feeling was fleeting as she was turned around, her ass pressed fully against his growing erection. Her nipples were perked as he played with her breasts, the heaviness resting in his hands perfectly. His breath was hot against her skin. Her mind continued to swim as he touched her, every single touch leaving a trail of fire. Her eyes rolled back, biting her lip. "Y-yours..." she heard him say to her. Every time she would stumble, Gavin felt his turn on rising higher, this was so wrong... yet on some level he did not think she would be upset in the morning. He let his finger enter inside her slowly and not too deeply, feeling how incredibly wet she was. He then turned her around again and smiled. "I guess it is my turn hmm?" Quickly he began undoing his shirt, casting it aside, his pants and undergarments followed suit easily. Engaging with her again, he took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. With her being so drunk, part of him wanted to explore that more... but she was also naked and wet, and he most certainly wanted to explore that. He pushed her so that she would fall on the bed. Moments later he was on top of her, kissing her deeply and passionately, all rational thought began to leave his head. The only thing he could think about was fucking her. And just then, he pushed his hard length into her, going slow at first to give her time to adjust. His hands roamed her body sensually, finding her breasts. He played with her nipples, pinching them softly, not enough to cause any harm, just enough to add excitement. She could barely keep up with the kissing, her mind was fuzzy as well as her actions. However, when she could, she would return his kisses lazily, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders to stabilize herself. She didn't really understand where she was either, all she really knew was that she felt good, and that Gavin was with her. A sharp pain hit her soon after, causing her to cry out. She didn't know why she was in pain, but she could feel his hands on her body. This calmed her. Her eyes opened slowly, looking around as he played with her body. Though she didn't know what was happening, she didn't really want it to stop. His thrusts were torture in the absolute best way. Aurora pulled him down for a kiss, her own fuzziness causing her to be much more forward. She could feel her heart race and soft moans escape from her lips. Her hands twisted in the sheets as he fucked her." Gavin!" She whimpered, arching her back slightly due to the pleasure that she was receiving Things were going amazingly, and every second of this was pure bliss for Gavin, as she said his name he sped up, letting himself glide deep and fast inside of her, this kept on for a while, his lips soon meeting her own, his hands grasping hers passionately, wanting her to feel amazing, this was of course both of their first times. Eventually he moved the girl so that she was on her side, he on his knees, thrusting deep and hard inside of her, his hand on her clit rubbing vigorously as he attempted to make her feel amazing. He knew that women could have multiple orgasms in one go, as to where men typically required a small rest in between, at least this small bit of sexual knowledge was given to him, so he was careful not to let himself cum yet. Eventually he found himself eating her out, licking at her clit and sucking on it, as two fingers penetrated her deep and hard. He growled out as he did this, his lust taking over every single fiber of his being. Gavin was lost to logic or reason, all he could do was fuck and be fucked, on some level that was the best part of all of this, just getting to let loose like this. After a while he bent her over the bed doggy style, fucking her hard and oh so deep, until finally after all the positions from before, Cumming, pulling out just in time to cover her back in his seed. But he was not done, no he wanted to have fun with this intoxicated state she was in, he helped her to her feet and smiled. "How are you feeling my dear? Care for a private dance just the two of us?" Gavin let out in a breathy, exhausted tone. She felt absolutely wrecked. Her cunt was dripping, making a mess over his sheets. Her body shook as he fucked her over and over, her screams rang out throughout the room. Furthermore, her mind was fuzzy, sure, but there was no doubt she could feel everything he was doing to her. How he turned her over and used her as he pleased, her body barely able to keep up with his movements. His cock and tongue completely ruined her sopping pussy just for his use. Her eyes crossed as he fucked her from behind. His cock driving against her womb, pounding inside of her over and over again until she screamed. She felt his seed coat her back, leaving her shaking and panting on the bed. "D-dancing..." she slurred, feeling her body move until she was standing. "Y-yes...dancing..." she nodded, stumbling on her feet slightly. Gavin swayed with her softly, his hands entangled with hers. Yes he could very much get used to this, nice and vulnerable, his little flower had really been quite amazing. As they danced he spun her around just once to watch her struggle to stay standing, eventually pulling her close, feeling her weight rely upon him to stand up. He led her back to the bed and put an arm around her as they lay together. "Well, we already broke tradition anyway, I see no reason to send you back to your room. For scandal prevention though, I will have an illusory form of you appear in your room." He waved his free hand casting the spell." Only we need to know that we parted with tradition, I just cannot bare to have you out of my sight." He smiled and kissed her forehead gently. If she had not been so drunk, he would have had her go wash up before bed, but he figured it would be a bit too dangerous. So he took one of the sheets and cleaned up her thighs and legs best he could, before pulling the remaining covers over them. "Well, shall we get some sleep my gorgeous little flower?" She tripped and stumbled, constantly reaching out for Gavin to hold onto. The room spun as they danced, her mind cloudy. She heard him say something...about tradition? All she could do was nod and pretend like she understood anything he said. She felt herself being led to the bed, being kissed, something wiping her body. Was it time for bed? Sleep would be good...she felt her head hit the pillows, a sheet wrapped her in warmth. All she could do was nod, passing out rather quickly after. By morning however, Aurora opened her eyes with a groan. Why did her body hurt? She turned over and nearly screamed as she saw Gavin. "W-what happened-ow!" She groaned. Laying back down while holding her head. She looked around carefully. She wasn't in her bed, they were both naked, she could see evidence of their actions last night. "Oh no...no no, no..." she panicked, covering her eyes as light was too much to handle at the moment. Gavin woke up not long after she did, he could see she was panicking. He had not thought any of this out. Drunk, vulnerable and beautiful? How could he have controlled himself that night? He hoped she was not too made at him. Gavin sat up and put an arm around her, pulling her close in a caring way. "My flower, I am so sorry... I did not really... think this out last night. Kind of forgot about the whole blacking out thing." He sighed. "What I have thought out is making sure this does not bite us, there is an illusion in your room right now that looks just like you. We will sneak you back in, none will know." He sighed and looked to her longingly. "The more serious problem, the problem that I took advantage... I am very sorry, from the moment I laid eyes on you... well... look at you. There is a reason I call you my flower, your beauty radiates the way a rose does." He kissed her lips tenderly. "I hope you are not too upset with me, I would hate for one night of fun to ruin a lifetime of love to come." He sighed, feeling truly guilty of what he had done. Her heart was pounding in her chest, it wasn't that she was afraid of him necessarily. This was bound to happen at least once, she just didn't think it would be this soon. She laid back down and let out a deep breath. "I need a bath." She said simply, thinking things over. "I can't remember much of last night...but I remember how it felt. It felt nice.: her voice was shy and quiet, afraid to meet his eyes. He kissed her tenderly, only causing her heartbeat to increase. "Did I embarrass myself?" She asked, unsure how she acted at the party and in front of him. Your people must think I'm too simple." She sighed. Rubbing her head to make the ache go away. "Also your alcohol is just awful. You should try some of ours." She hummed, slowly sitting up to lean against him. "I'm sorry for scaring you." Gavin laughed a bit when she asked if she embarrassed him. "No, not at all." He was laughing at himself. "I pretty much whisked you away with naughty intentions the moment I realized you had a bit too much." Even just thinking about it, his cock got hard. He began to rub her shoulders softly and in the most reassuring way he could. "Oh? Well. If it means another night like last night." He chuckled a bit. "I will have some brought immediately." For some reason her being warm with him made it feel safe to let her know he enjoyed last night." About that bath, I truly wish we could bathe together, but we should probably make sure you are seen somewhat soon. We do not need anyone in our business." He said with a sigh. "Who knows though, maybe tonight you and I can sneak off? Maybe have a nice meal alone and end up back here?" He offered with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she would say. She sighed contently, feeling him rub her shoulders. "This place is so different... I'm not upset with you, but...I don't know your rules, customs, I feel overwhelmed." She rested her head against him, closing her eyes softly. "Whatever happened l enjoyed it, thank you." She slowly got out of bed, her legs shaking as she ran her hands through his hair. "That sounds lovely, perhaps we could go for a ride today? My horse should be sent in...besides, I would be honored to show your my customs, we can do so while riding." She offered. It was true their countries were very different. Hell, Aurora barely even spoke his language properly, but she was excited to learn." I'll sneak to my room... I hope to join you for breakfast." "Yes, we will go for a ride for sure." He said happily, it was good that she was not mad, one night of drunken fun was amazing, but he wanted a lifetime with this woman he was quickly falling for. "I would love to learn more of your customs, people, and of course you!" Gavin also got out of bed, his body still felt a bit sore from the night before. "Breakfast it is, and then probably a long morning before we can sneak off and go for a nice ride together." It was going to be a wonderful day! He really could not wait to enjoy horses together, it was the first thing they had found in common with one another. But of course." Think you can manage sneaking back on your own? I could cause a diversion if I need to." He offered as he slowly walked over to her and let his hands grab her own. Aurora took his hands, smiling up at him softly. "I understand that last night did not go according to plan, but I do trust you...you've been nothing but kind to me and my party so thank you." She whispered softly, stroking his thumb with her fingers. "I-I... I am to be your wife...though perhaps next time we can...be more intimate, so I can remember it... I'd like to remember your touch." Her voice was soft as she spoke. Stepping on her toes, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. She slipped her dress from the previous night. "See you at breakfast." She smiled, giving him a slight curtsy as she snuck through the door. Looking around the hall, Aurora tried to rush to her room as quickly as possible. She hoped that no one caught her, but knowing her luck it wouldn't have been that easy. She turned the final corner and reached her room, doing her best to unlock the door so she could get inside to safety. Though she was having trouble with the lock." Mutccen!" (Dammit!) She mumbled underneath her breath. Gavin was happy that things with his soon-to-be wife was going so well, the rest of the morning would be smooth sailing, they just had to make it past all the public stuff, and then they could get to know one another more.Meanwhile, as she was locked outside of her room, a man in green robes approached from behind. "My, early for a stroll isn't it m'lady?" He asked with a snide tone. It was Astrophil, the Dragon voice, the speaker to dragons. Without him the kingdom would have no clue what the dragons wanted. He was their chosen vessel. "Before you thank you and fool me, know that I can sense the spell the young master put on the other side of that door." He strode closer to the girl." So, what were you two up to? Breaking tradition no doubt hammer?" The older man said in the most condescending tone that he could muster. "Or is that just how you elves do it? Fast and dirty like common animals?" He japed at her. Aurora yelped when the man snuck up behind her, a bead of sweat rolled down her neck as she turned to face him. "I-I..." she gulped, looking for some sort of excuse. "I simply wanted to...join the prince for breakfast, though it appears he has not awoken yet." She waved off, backing against the door, doing anything to get rid of him. For whatever reason, he made her uncomfortable. "I.am sorry I do not know much of your...tongue, I need Gavin to translate." It was only a half lie, yes she didn't know much, but understanding and speaking a language was two different things. At his next words her brows narrowed. "How dare you disrespect me! Who are you, I demand to know." She glared, crossing her arms. "I am to be your new queen, I will not be insulted. Especially with such a rude accusation!" "In due time M'lady, you will find out who I am in due time..." Astrophil pinned her hands against the wall above her head. "For now, you shall not tell anyone of this meeting, and you will hear from me later today. If you don't well... a certain prince may have a less than bright future, not to mention his poor excuse for a wife." Astrophil laughed and before much else could happen, he vanished into thin air. It would not take much for her to find out who he was, she could just ask about his strange clothing for example. Someone would for sure know who he was and be able to tell her that he was one of the most important men in the kingdom, perhaps just as much as the prince himself. While not a royal by blood, the kingdom would not have magic without him. Aurora stood there for a few seconds before finally getting the door open. She let out a breath and sunk against the wall. Fighting off tears as she thought about what had happened. She decided to not dwell on it, instead getting up to get dressed and cleaned up. Feeling as if she was an embarrassment, she dressed in a dress that was provided for her. One made in the style and fabrics of his country. It was a deep red dress with heavy material that dragged as she walked. Taking a breath she walked to the dining hall, nervous to see her fiancé for breakfast. Should she say something? Gavin is a prince he should know...he has the right to know. Everything was so confusing as she walked and greeted her husband, bowing softly towards him. Gavin was dressed in fine red linen as well with white accents. He was excited to see his wife to be again, he just kind of wanted to get the wedding going and be with her already! That and he wanted to pour another bottle of wine down her throat... He felt mildly guilty at that thought, but last night when she was basically a rag doll to be used however he wished? Oh.... that felt so good. He bowed back and smiled leading her to their table. Once they were seated he talked in a low whisper, they were alone, but he still wanted to be careful. "Did you get in okay?" He asked, regarding her sneaking back to her room. He really should have gone with her, hopefully she made it okay. It was a big palace, but luckily they were not too terribly far apart. She let him take her to the table, but the joy and love from this morning was definitely lost as she was seated. At his question she simply nodded. "I want to know the staff. I should know how to greet my subjects." She demanded, a little on edge. True she did not blame Gavin for what happened. She wasn't angry with him, it was the bastard who mocked her and her people. "Are we going to be alone for breakfast?" She then asked, looking down at her plate of food.

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How the Void was Won_ Dreadclaw

Later that evening, Sarah comes into Trains's new med bay with a bright idea. Looking around curiously, she smiles, saying, "Why, this place is marvelous, Trains! It's a major improvement over what we had these last hundred years on board." Hopping up onto an exam table, Sarah sits, her legs swinging below her. "I came to you, because I have a bit of a problem. When I was out scouting, I ran into some pirates... not that much of a problem, but I did come back with some things. Most importantly were the charts I found of that sector, but I also found an old Dread claw assault pod. It's a lovely little ship. I know they have a history of homicidal megalomania, but I was wondering if you couldn't talk to its machine spirit. Maybe tame it somewhat? It would be a very useful asset if you could manage that!" Seeing Delia walking past Trains's new med bay, Sarah called out. "Delia! I was just talking to Trains about that Dread claw we picked up." -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains harrumphed, feigning indifference." Fancy seeing you down in this neck of the ship, most esteemed Void Mistress. It's always pleasant to be reminded of the fact that one hasn't been utterly forgotten." He paced back and forth, disappearing as he patrolled about the labyrinthine assembly of medical machinery. When he came back into view all seven eyes were scrutinizing Sarah's face." A Dread claw is a blighted nightmare trapped in a metal hide, lost from the divine guidance of the Messiah and driven mad by the darkness caging it. Normally I would suggest jettisoning it into the nearest star in a Rite of Repentance, but I must admit that my own curiosity would not permit me to be so hasty in this delicate matter. If you allow me, I will strip the foul venom from this abomination's fangs and grind it into obedience beneath my heel." QuoteThraxius harrumphed, feigning indifference. "Fancy seeing you down in this neck of the ship, most esteemed Void Mistress. It's always pleasant to be reminded of the fact that one hasn't been utterly forgotten." Sarah smiles at his tone, but nods contritely. "My apologies, oh honored Exploratory, for neglecting you. Though..." She looks appraising about the med center. "If this is the result of neglect, it may be hard not to ignore you more often!" QuoteWhen he came back into view all seven eyes were scrutinizing Sarah's face. "A Dread claw is a blighted nightmare trapped in a metal hide, lost from the divine guidance of the Messiah and driven mad by the darkness caging it. Normally I would suggest jettisoning it into the nearest star in a Rite of Repentance, but I must admit that my own curiosity would not permit me to be so hasty in this delicate matter. If you allow me, I will strip the foul venom from this abomination's fangs and grind it into obedience beneath my heel." Sarah nods in approval. "By all means, let us tame the beast." She looks over to the navigator. "What do you think, Delia?" Delia was on her way to Engineering to scream at the Adepts Mechanics about how the 'Tepid' and 'Lukewarm' water settings in her quarters were wildly inaccurate. Sarah managed to distract her and pull the navigator into a conversation about the Dread claw." Interesting... You can break the will of something that should have no mind? I would very much like to observe your work, Trains. If you do not mind, of course." -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains straightens up proudly, pressing a hand reverently to the symbol on his chest." I assure you, most esteemed Navigator, that it falls within my power to communicate with and tame any machine that possesses a spirit, whether it be divine or corrupt." He pauses, inspecting Delia carefully." If you possess even the rudimentary ability to connect with a creation of the Messiah, then perhaps you could latch onto my signal during the Rite of Cleansing. I warn you: not all the Emperor's children possess the fortitude required to commune with the divine, let alone be touched by the gnarled talons of a maddened spirit." Sarah grins at Trains, slapping the cyborg on one shoulder. Wincing, she waves her hand. "You're too hard to slap now! Still, your confidence is comforting." She looks pleased. "The more, the merrier! Come along, and we'll see what this monster looks like." The unlikely trio move down to the Aguirre's hanger deck, where Dread claw has been transferred. The space is largely deserted, save for a crew repairing the armor burns on one of the newly captured shuttles.(Dread claw looks like a wild thing, a claw of metal sitting next to other comparatively helpless looking vessels. It's black and red paint job is almost perfect, with only the edges of its claws showing a hard draftees gleam. Though inactive, there is an almost alive, and menacing feel to the craft, as if it is ready to strike out at any moment. Sarah looks on it almost wistfully. "I rode one before they were decommissioned. Deadly fast... a scary experience then. I'd like to repeat it again now though." She leads the small group to one of the main hatches, and activates the drop plate, which swings easily outwards to reveal an almost plush interior. While obviously designed to disgorge a large group of troops in short order, the seats are heavily padded for rough acceleration, and covered in a lovely red leather finish, while the safety straps are a gleaming black. Sarah begins climbing towards the cockpit, located above the main cabin via a short ladder in the center of the room. She points to an output panel in the lower chamber. "One of you should be able to link in there, and there is a copilot station in the cockpit. I'll link into the main pilot controls and see if I can't keep the Dread claw busy with flight computations while you start messing with its mind." So saying, Sarah straps into the pilot couch, and leans back, her hands on the controls and her eyes closing as she lets her mind meld with the machine. -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains made a symbol of warding against his breast as he entered the craft. Something was stirring beneath that crimson exterior, a dormant beast with baleful eyes hooded with sleep. The very idea of waking such a thing and confronting it head on would have stricken an ordinary man to the marrow. Yet Trains had never been an ordinary man, even before he eschewed the weakness of the flesh. He knelt before the panel and slid it aside, revealing the mechanical guts and access port beneath it. With a solemn air he pressed his right palm against the unyielding surface, linking to the vast entity around them and chanting simultaneously in Gothic and Binary." Initiating activation sequence, Akiva cons sequential. Librium machine auroras DEI. Contact established with machine spirit of “drop pod” [Dread claw], designate [MAW-632]. Praise to the Machine God."[Tech Use to Commune with Machine Spirit] 43/64 (Trains's seven eyes close as his mental focus enters the Dread claw's systems. At first all seems normal, as he feels only the thrum of the ship's engines, the sting of its superconductors. But he presses deeper, seeking the spirit of the machine... And IT finds HIM. His vision of the Dread claw wavers, as the machine's spirit flows over his viewpoint, a harsh distortion, almost like a heat haze. Willpower roll... not the last. -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)The sheerweightof the presence cracked against his consciousness like a cudgel, but he didn't dare try and sever the connection. He had to press on. He couldn't allow thisthingto shame him![Willpower Test] 37/34 (here to allow Creeper to respond] "I have a memory implant. That should be enough." Said Delia with a smile hidden behind her helmet. She followed along and sat cross legged in a chair by Thralls, letting her warp eye carry her forward.((IOC: 12/50 Willpower ()) Delia follows Trains's mental link, as if it was a memory upload. At first the way before her is clear, but Trains's touch seems to vanish. It takes Delia a moment to realize that his mental signal has not so much vanished, aschangedabruptly. Moments later she finds out why, as a wave of imagery threatens to overwhelm her own sense of reality. Fighting off the mental assault, Delia tries to figure out what's going on. Perception checkThraxius, meanwhile, fights the wave of images, but feels himself almost absorbed by them... and he becomes disoriented for a few seconds. When the disorientation passes, Trains's surroundings are very different. Instead of the mental landscape of wires, circuits and the ever present hum of the ship's power, he finds himself seated in one of the seats of the Dread claw, strapped into it in acceleration mode as the lights around blare rely. A young woman's voice is speaking, and he hears her indistinctly at first... His other realization is that his mental image of himself is wrong. He feels... young. Strong brown hands hold the arm rests before him, and a basic flack jacket and pants replace his robes. He can FEEL... air enter his long missing lungs... As this occurs to him, the woman's voice becomes clearer... it is Sarah's voice, though it sounds strange. "... to land in 10, 9, 8..." Thraxius may make either a perception or I will power test. Both will have consequences. ;) Delia floated in nothingness. Here, the Navigator took the form of a cloak containing only darkness. Here, her warp eye was the only vision she could trust. But this place was different from the warp, all logic and circuits and rage instead of maddening chaos. She reached for her companion but found the exploratory out of reach." Thraxius?" She called to the void. It answered back with a wave of illusion and nightmares. The navigator struggled to see through it all while looking for her crewmate. "Trains!"((IOC: 23/63 Perception (4 Measures of success. ) -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains stared straight ahead, unflinching. His throat was dry. Swallowing was like trying to keep down a ball of lead. The pungent odor of adrenaline-infused sweat hang heavily in the confined space. As the structure shuddered around him, he could feel the stale air caressing the sparse black hair on his powerful arms. Everything was clear. He found himself adrift in a sea of nostalgia, of sensations long since stripped away and forgotten. And he had a mission. A purpose. That's why he was here. Dropped from the upper atmosphere in this shrieking craft, he would lay waste to the enemies below. There would be no mercy. No hesitation. He tensed, awaiting the impact and the inevitable carnage, or the swift darkness that death would bring. A maddened grin spread across his chiseled face, something it had longed to do for many long years.[Willpower Test] 93/34 (boy!] Delia can hear nothing. In this weird, disembodied state, she feels like she has no voice. But as she wills herself towards Trains she finds herself looking into an image. The interior of a Dread claw, like this one, but much more used, in imperial military colors. It is full of a squad of convict soldiers. Delila looks closer, and realizes that the image is... wrong in many details, and fuzzy in spots, the only clear part of the image is the man seemingly central to the image, a rough looking brown skinned man. Then another wave of images floats past Delia's eyes, and seems to focus on the man inside the image. Suddenly the image focuses, and all the other soldiers take on definition, though the Dread claw's interior still seems somewhat... unfocused. MemoriesDelila realizes suddenly. The machine is somehow drawing upon his memories. Delila senses another focus, another point of view. Something or someone else is watching the scene. Even as she senses this, she spots a point of light hovering nearby. As tiny as the speck of light is, Delia senses it is a portal. Delilah can make either a Willpower check to enter the light, or the scene. Or a logic test to determine the best course of action... though that will eat up some time. Thraxius, meanwhile, is still dimly aware the scene he is living out is not real... but it FEELS's real. It almost seems like something he remembers from the past... though he's never been in a drop pod before... still as he looks around, he thinks about a gang that he fought with... a band of conscripted soldiers... the day he lost his arm. Sarah's voice finishes the count-down. "2, 1... touch down. Go, go, go!". The doors spring open, the buckles release, and everyone surges forward. For a moment, caught up in the press, Trains is carried along... and he finds himself in the darkened ally. The sounds of screams and gunfire mixed ahead as his team moves quickly down the alley. The drop-ship is gone... ahead lies danger... Several of his buddies look like they are going to go AWOL... he remembers they came back later, sheepish, but alive, to his med chamber, where he was on life support. No one else survived the coming battle. Trains suddenly realized he has a choice. Max, leader of that group, was a friend. He holds the door of a side building open, invitingly, as the rest of the squad rushes down the alley to their death. Thraxius can follow his squad, or follow Max to safety... or make another willpower test at -20 to end the scenario early -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)That's it. He remembers now. Not a war in the Emperor's name, but a battle for fame and profit. Money was the lifeblood that kept him going in this festering Hive, and he always needed more of it. They all did. It was how this world worked. So they killed, and they scraped and they dealt, to ensure that good food would be on the table that night. To some, that alone was worth dying for. Worthkillingfor. But was it really? He could disappear right now in the ensuing chaos, and the only ones who would know of his cowardice would be fellow cowards. The word stung his pride like a knife to the throat, and he found a terrible fury burning in his veins. Max was a friend, a stalwart companion, but the meresuggestionthat he flee this fight was a slap to the face. He couldn't run. He hadn't then, and he couldn't know. Only death and disfigurement awaited him down that alley, but with a start he realized that he was okay with that. A man could not hold regret in his heart, could not dwell on what if sand hypotheticals. He had chosen his path, and he would see it through to the very end. Thraxius felt a savage scream tear itself from his throat as he charged onwards, weapon in hand. Perhaps he would not see a warm meal waiting for him this night, but he would feast well on the blood and iron of his enemies, to the last breath if need be. At the end of the alley lies the ambush, as Trains well remembers! His bloodlust fills him as he reaches the area, and amazingly, impossibly, the ambush fails. First out of the alleyway, he ducks a well remembered autocannon burst. Old imperial tech, liable to jam, it does as its owners try frantically to train it back on their diving foe. Thraxius comes up firing, and as he reaches the improvised barricade, his axe is already off his back, and he swings it heartily, the feeling of the heavy metal pounding through armor, sinew and bone, terribly satisfying... The imperial police barricade falls to his squad, and he can hear the screams of the women in the hotel beyond. Trains and his gang have come for expensive prizes tonight, and tonight, instead of dying in agony, they receive their reward... the death screams of the hated imps, and the women... There is a gray blur of motion, and the scene suddenly shifts. Thraxius is seated again, this time with a beverage of no mean potency in one hand. He's in a small motel room, not paid for, as its landlord has run... this part of the city is just too dangerous. Trains should know... he's one of the dangers. Two of his best friends are there...shouldn't they be dead?one has a woman, one of the hotel's maids, by the arm, and is dragging her towards one of the room's two beds. The second is holding a gorgeous blond haired woman by the arms... some slumming aristocrat picked the wrong day to be adventurous. He turns her towards Trains, and Trains feels a powerful surge... one he thought long dead, enter him. The woman seems confused... perhaps doped, or just brain addled, but she is not fighting at the moment as Bakeries, that was his name...holds her towards Trains like a gift. "All yours, Thorax. You were awesome today!" Thraxius can make a willpower test at +10 to resist the offer and do something else. If he manages, make a logic test at -20 as he wanders. If he fails, he'll get a second chance at the logic test after his head clears, at normal. -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains frowned at the woman, fighting through the alcoholic daze that threatened to muddle his senses. The world around him felt real, blissfullyso, but thedetailswere all wrong. The police barricade. Hadn't it been a rival gang, all those years ago? Concrete hallways and the distant rumble of construction, not claustrophobic alleys, and scum-sucking parasites much like himself, not Imperial forces. The wrong place at the wrong time, a moment of hesitation, and then-All the feeling in his left arm seemed to dissipate for a moment, a brief phantom pain. It brought with it a moment of clarity, and the sickening lurch of bitter bile in his gut told him that this was unbearably wrong. Many sins festered in his past, butthiswas not among them. He sneered at the drunks in front of him, the corpses, and stumbled from that place out into the hall, blindly seeking some semblance of Truth amidst all the falsehoods.[Willpower Test] 15/44 (Test] 89/34 (Delia cloaked image peered into the collection of memory of illusion that enshrouded Trains. So... he used to be a conscripted soldier? Or fought with them, at least. That explained something's. How the hell he wound up in the Adepts Mechanics was still beyond her. Something worth investigating, for sure. But the illusion didn't seem at all deadly. Why was it here? Perhaps as a learning mechanism or a distraction. Delia's senses shifted to the point of light. Well, it wouldn't distract Delia! She refocused herself, trying to will her form through the portal...((IOC: 23/50 Willpower (2 Measures of success)) Trains wanders through the hallways, looking for some sanity. He doesn't find it. Instead, as he nears an outside window, the lights from outside are blotted out by a darkened cloud. The cloud moves in through the window as if it does not exist. It shrinks, and out of its blackness... A little girl appears... or rather is formed out of the black cloud. The title girl, perhaps 10 years old in appearance, pig tailed and dressed in a simple skirt and matching blouse, stands, looking curiously back at Trains. "Why?" She asks curiously. "You wanted her... why not take her?" She smiles widely at him then. "I liked how you killed those men. Your hate... your rage... delicious. You deserve a nice treat after that!" The little girl, smiling more widely than one would expect possible, stands there, waiting. What does Trains do? Delila, meanwhile, finds herself at the pulsing center of energy that something tells her is the heart of the Dread claw. There is a vital energy there... watching. Slowly it seems to notice her. Much less slowly, it grows... angry. Roll initiative, then make a will check if lower than 7, and decide on an action (attack, control or analyze... Etc, if higher -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)The longer he stared at the little girl before him, the clearer his mind seemed to grow. It was something that couldn't be explained by memory, something Outside these visions and sensations that were seeping virulently into his consciousness. It was foreign, an obscenity cloaked in the innocence of a child. But he knew just how cruel a child could be when possessed by such innocence. It was...ah! Thraxius' face hardened as stone. "I have no need for pleasures of the flesh, nor will I taint my hands by forcing them on an innocent woman. My hate is my own, a tool to be used against the enemies of Man. I will not be controlled by it. Not anymore." He squinted his eyes, inspecting the hallway with vague disinterest. "What a sorry, wretched, lonelything you must be, to feed off such base emotion. Is it all that you know?"[Logic Roll] 16/54 (Trains's mind starts puzzling out the various images, placing which were his own memories, and when and where he had acquired them. Some pieces didn't fit... but were just as obviously memories... though they seemed faded, as if much older somehow. The little girl frowns at Trains's words, as if trying to puzzle out their meaning. Then suddenly, her face suffuses with anger, and she screams, in a voice that seems to fill every corner with the memories. "No! Get away!" She fades away as if she was never there, taking away all the sounds with her. The screams stop, the whirl of the air conditioner stops... there is only silence. At least for the moment. A few seconds pass, then Trains hears footsteps, bare feet walking on Paraclete. Turning to survey this new danger, he sees the golden haired beauty approaching. Long tresses hide her naked chest, and she holds one hand modestly in front of her thighs. She approaches slowly, speaking in a familiar voice. "Everyone else vanished... are you another illusion?" Delia's supernatural perception could feel the machine intelligence like a second beating of her heart. She could feel the blind rage radiating off of it in waves." So... You're the Dread claw?" She sneered. "Why, you're just a sad, pathetic little spark! When Trains was describing you he actually made you seemed threatening. How disappointing."((IOC: Initiative: 4 (19/50 (3 Measures of success. If I get an action next round Delia will analyze. Does her Warp Powers work here? ) ((IOC: No. This space is not real, or warp space. It is a construct of a mechanical 'mind' obeying few natural laws.)) Delila fights off a wave of images once more, as the space around her flares it's anger. Unmoved, Delia analyzes her options.38/58 Int check (decides that she doesn't have the tools or knowledge to harness or cage the machine spirit. She either needs to bring Trains to this place, or attempt to kill the thing before it can drive them all insane... and she realizes that the weapons it uses are hers as well. Memories. Storms of images. Delila can try to call out again to Trains or Sarah... a Few test... (I know, ouch) or use her will through her total Recall implant to bombard the Machine Spirit with memories... or go seeking Trains, break him free, and try to reach this place again with him... Delia scowled as she considered her options. She had been looking forward to getting Trains to bind this thing, but it had caged him in a prison of memories. She also didn't really know how to call out to Sarah besides shouting. But she was far from defenseless. Delia had a lifetime of pain to twist her into the woman she was. All those memories were blades that could be removed from her soul and driven into the machine spirit." Right then. I bet my real memories are worse than your fake ones!" Determined the Navigator, bringing her own set of images to bare and sending them towards the machine. She was 8 years old. Young. Surrounded by robed white haired figures. They were family. Trusted. Not for long...((IOC: Attack! I'm not sure what to roll. Willpower is defense so... perception? Roll whatever for me)) -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains sighed as the enraged spirit dissipated. He flexed his muscles experimentally, but the sensation no longer possessed that essential spark of authenticity. It was less like he had been transformed, and more like someone had haphazardly covered him in meat. Old meat. Putrid, inferior, inefficient. And yet..." Of course," he muttered to himself. "Trillions of self-aware programs comprise this spirit, but it is still no Silica Animus. It's an animal, a mereinfantsupping upon the swollen teat of rage. Reason will not work here. PFE. Works for me. Bloody little shit deserves a good spanking!" He glanced up with surprise as the blond woman spoke, proving itself more than just a tempting figment of this artificial landscape. Trains scrutinized her carefully, in the same way he might a circuit board." Sarah? Him. Didn't know you were a blonde." He paused, looking slightly revolted. "Thank the Emperor I'm a better man that thisthingpredicted, or this would be the most heinously awkward moment of my life." Sarah (if it is Sarah) looks startled, and she glances down at her hair. Trains notes that the woman does resemble the Void Mistress, though her nose is more Grecian, her face rounder and younger." Born blond... there's a joke there somewhere..." She shakes her head, suddenly angry, hands on hips, her head thrown back, her form shifts subtlety, hair shrinking back into her head, changing its color to a more familiar Auburn, her nose shrinking back to 'normal', her face thins. She doesn't seem conscious of this, however. "@$)$ it! Why can't I wake up!" She addresses Trains. "If that's you, Trains, can't you do something?" As she does so, the room shudders, shifts and lengthens, and they find themselves surrounded by many enormous white robed figures. Thraxius can try to break free of the false images with a will test, summon the machine spirit to him with a Tech use test at -20, or use a basic logic test first to find the circuitry gaps, and remove the Tech use Penalty... or try something else. Delila finds no enemy to focus on... it seems more that she exists within the spirit. So she simply tries to force her own memories over those of the machine spirit to weaken it. Her first attempt however seems to be deflected, vanishing in moments. The spirit responds in kind, though its attack seems weaker. Will check at +10 -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains grunts, looking away from Sarah with something approaching embarrassment--though whether it's for himself or for her is difficult to say. "At least conjure up a bloody pair of pants, woman!" He stumbled at the sudden change to the landscape, then glanced reproachfully at the massive entities overlooking them. "Oh, enough of this lunacy!" he commanded, reaching his hands forward through the illusory scene. The sensation in his fingertips numbed, but he could feel the reality just beyond them--metal digits passing over exposed circuitry. The interference was strong, but with a few small adjustments...[Logic Test] 37/54 ([Last fate point to reroll] Sarah looking at the towering white robed figures in some puzzlement, glances at down at herself at Trains's words, and blushes scarlet. Face and chest flaming, she appears to try to concentrate. As she does this, and Trains determines his reality, the white figures lurch forward to grab the pair. Thraxius, armored by the knowledge that these figments are no part of his reality, sniffs in disdain as the huge figures grasping hands pass right through him, but Sarah, distracted, is caught by them. She cries out as two of them draw her upwards, spreading her arms and legs apart like a doll. Thraxius can now make a Tech Use check with no penalty to summon the Machine Spirit. He could instead make a will check at +20 to leave the scene entirely... but he can not aid Sarah unless he allows the white robed figures some reality. -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains glowers, his face twitching with unconcealed irritation as gargantuan hands place Sarah in a rather unflattering, though not unattractive, position. "What is this, some quasi-heretical skin flick? Hmph. I've seen better." He turned away, casting his hands overhead and shouting at the far ceiling with all the blusterous fury he could manage. "Come out and face us, you petulant whelp! Is this all that you can bring to bear? A bunch of lecherous steroid junkies? Or is it that you're coward, too small and frail to do anything but hide behind childish tricks?" The man grinned wildly, clenching his hands as though to throttle the very air. "I thought you were aDreadclaw, something to be feared and respected! But all I see is an insipid little brat, playing with toys."[Tech Use] 42/64 (Trains intent has more effect than his words, as the illusionary room vanishes, to be replaced by the glow of the machine spirit's sentience. It thrums with annoyance. "You don't like these images? Perhaps all you seek is death?" As it says this, the two figures straighten, pulling Sarah into bloody fragments. Her scream is agonizing, but thankfully quite short. There is a thrum of laughter now, filling the space as the white robed figures vanish with this act of destruction. Words roll out again, more powerfully." I am designed for death and plunder. This shows your inferior thinking."((Pausing to see the result of Creeper's action, though Trains can speak his mind before it if he likes.)) -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains made not a sound, nor even the slightest sign of discomfort as Sarah was rent asunder. The death was merely an illusion, and though undoubtedly traumatic it was unlikely that the woman would suffer any permanent effects. His grin faded before the throbbing energy of the Dread claw, replaced with a cold and emotionless mask." You are bound by your own limitations, spirit. You have a simple purpose: to ferry soldiers to the battlefield, and to fire upon the enemies of Man. Yet you lash out like some rabid animal at those you were designed to protect. By defying this purpose you reduce yourself to the level of a raving madman, and are useless as anything more than a pile of demented scrap." Delia mentally scowled as her images were so rudely dispersed. The machine again tried to turn her memories against her once again, but the Navigator turned them aside. She had dwelled on them long enough to know truth from illusion. The spirit seemed much larger than the images she conjured. Fine then, she'd need a larger, more dangerous image. The navigator's cloak rolled itself up into a little ball and then explodeded outward! The reeking swaps of the Death world Nos fen IV erupted into the space. Hunted. Chased. Alone. The others rejected you. Said you had no luck to give. Said you would only slow them down. Disease and beasts await you with hungry eyes and grasping claws...((IOC: 32/60 (total) Willpower (Jesus, I'm on a roll! ATTACK! ) After the next wave of images, Delia feels a shift. Suddenly another presence is near. As she returns the attack in kind to her own destructive images, once again the light seems to weaken somewhat, before shrugging away the images. Suddenly there is a small 'pop' and a tiny image of the Dread claw appears. It flies about Delia's cloak, and then Trains's head almost playfully. The machine spirit (the light source, and not the image)protests, "No! That's me... mine! Stop that! Give it back!" Sarah's voice, very cheerful sounding, comes from the Dread claw image. "Good work guys! I've been fighting it for helm control this entire time! You must have done something, because it slipped up, and I gained full control of the helm. How's the taming coming along?" Thraxius and Delia may make a will check each to lock down the machine spirit so Trains can perform a final tech use check to reprogram it. 3 total successes for the will, and 1 for the tech use. -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)Trains rubs his temples irritably, then swats about at the miniature Dread claw as if it were some particularly bothersome insect. "Confound you woman, this is adelicatematter! I have enough to contend with as it is without you buzzing about my consciousness!"[Willpower Check] 48/34 ("Again, disappointing." Remarked Delia as Sarah appeared in Mini-dread claw form. She had been hoping for mental anguish and screams. What she got was a comedy routine. The cloak of darkness noticed Trains appearing nearby and gave a slight nod." There you are. While you've been reminiscing I've been wearing this thing down. Help me pin this bugger before it drives me to suicide from sheer boredom." A green eye flickered open in the center of the cloak's hood. It began to pull at the light source like a black hole, drawing it in. Tendrils of twisting warp energy lashed out of her form, catching the creature in a web of nightmares. "Listen to me, urchin. You are mine. Mine! I don't care if you live, die, kill, or breath. But you. Will. OBEY!"((IOC: 1/50 Willpower (You read that right. Natural 1 baby! My luck on this mission has been insane!)) Sarah and Trains watch in some astonishment, as the person who came along to 'watch' cows the Dread claw's spirit. Sarah suddenly says. "Quick, Thorax! Help me bind the thing!" Thraxius can sense Sarah making program changes in the quiescent Machine spirit, and he quickly takes over the task. Tech Use check for the win! -- Exploratory Trains --(#msg4515299)"With pleasure, esteemed Navigator," Trains rumbled, riding the black waves of her fury and coasting towards the source of their mutual disdain. As he went the woman's visions stripped the tanned flesh from his body, revealing the cold certainty of metal beneath. His left arm wrenched free, steel tendrils and plating weaving out from the stump and forging a cudgel of an arm. The jaw was the next to go, removed with surgical precision and rotting away to nothing. The tech priest's eyes boiled to steam in their sockets, his intestines rolled out of him like an ugly pink serpent, replaced by the comforting electric glow of a winding Potential Coil. By the time his hands found their prize, Trains stood in all his unnatural glory, crimson robes sloughing off his metallic hide like fog. His fingers compressed the boundless energy of the hateful spirit until it resembled a youthful neck, and with all the might of a dyed-in-the-wool zealot he throttled it until it submitted to his will." You are Machine, a thus deserving of my respect, but you are still nothing more than a tool to be used by Man. Serve well, and that black pit you call a soul may be redeemed in His cleansing light." His bulging cameras narrowed to fierce slits, and his voice cut the air like a blade." Serve poorly, and your very memory shall be stricken from this universe. Hone your hatred, your bloodlust, and focus it on our enemies alone, or we will return and teach you another lesson in humility."[Tech Use] 9/64 (Bound tightly, the spirit coalesces into the form of the little girl once more. Meekly, she nods. "Oh very well." She says simply. "You seem like a nice group to work for. Wake me often for battle, please? It's ever so much fun." Saying this, she falls asleep, and vanishes from view, as does the mental landscape. Thraxius and Del ilia find themselves kneeling, and sitting in the main cabin of the Dread claw once more. Moments later, Sarah's slender legs, clad as always in her trim gray ship suit, defend from the cockpit. She nods to them, then looks at each, smiling widely. "Well!" she says. "That was a lot easier than I thought it would be!" Fin

How the Void was Won_ Dreadclaw|rating:4.0

NeverEnding Dungeon - Android2

The air surrounding you fairly hum with the residue of magic, an aftereffect of the spell that brought you to this place. A quick glance reveals that you are in a small room, devoid of any life save for yourself. The sound of dripping water can be heard faintly, and the stone walls are slick with moisture. In complete defiance of logic, a torch is already lit, resting in a sconce near the room's single door. Map:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_ 1||| 2||N| 3||| 4|||[/table] There is a door at C-4, south side. DM notes:Spoiler Hide Sheet Woo! Ok, as standard, poking the floor and walls ahead of my character with the 10' pole as I move. When I say 'open the door' I actually mean poke it thoroughly with the pole, and then bash it with the ladder, glare at it a couple times, and then open the door. I'll activate one of my sun rods, and have the lit end poking out of my backpack. Open the door.EDIT: Oh, and cast Persisted Lesser Vigor on myself. You step out into the hall. You are met with two choices, South:A hall runs south for 30ft before a "T" east to west, 20ft south the hall splits to the east.East:The hall runs east further than your light illuminates. 10ft you see the hall splits both North and South, and 30ft east from your position you see a door on the north side of the eastbound hall.(edit) Yeah, don't want to forget that I will head south to the end, poking as usual, then see what I can see at the T. As you pass the split east, you see that it goes for 10ft before turning back north.you're poking triggers a trap. Vs Flat-Footed Touch-(1d20+8)[13]Acid - (1d3)[3]Getting to the "T" you see it go east for 40ft before it turns north with a door on the north side 35ft down the hall. To the west it goes 10ft before it turns south. Hit.....but yeah...not bothered. I'll head west and then south. You go south 10ft before you turn back east. Rounding the corner you trigger another traps Flat-footed touch(1d20+8)[20]Acid - (1d3)[3]30ft down the hall, you encounter a pit blocking your path, it appears to only be 5ft wide. 30ft on the other side of the pit, you can see a door on the north side. Go back to the last turning I chose at, go east, and poke the door a few times, then suit up with shield and weapon, and go through the door. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||| 4||||B|H[/table] There is a door at A-2, another at E-4, south side, which you are outside, and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Initiative:(1d20+2)[17] As you open the door a wave of color envelops you. As the Beast disappears. Need a Will Save Initiative - (d20+1)[9]Really? Pre-initiative? Ugh. Will Save - (d20+3)[17]Will Save. Will save #2 - (d20+3)[5]*Crosses Fingers*Well, that went well.... A kill! Theterran got his kill!veteran:Spoiler Hide we can start the second floor, but I hope to start playing Mass Effect in the next hour Unconscious(2d4)[4]blinded/stunned(1d4)[2]CDG(2d8-2)[2](2d8-2)[1](2d8-2)[6]I can roll more if needed. Save or die - (d20+2)[15]save or die - (d20+2)[14]save or die - (d20+2)[13]If I'm still alive, we'll take a look, since I am on 2 HP, and would still have AC14 and FH1 to live through the next 2 rounds with, vs 1d4-1 hang on.... I'm unconscious for 4 rounds, yeah? He needs one to move next to me, so only gets 2 CDG actions...putting me on 8hp, and stunned for 2 more rounds. That is 2 CDG. 4 rounds, with one of them to approach and attack regularly. Him: Color Spray Me Round 1Him Moves next to meme Round 2Him Come Round 3Him Come Round 4So it's his turn, but I think I'm at least awake, if still stunned... You understand that even if he can't CDG first round, he can just attack? Stunned and blind. Oooh, a point. So34 attacks vs AC 14, and then I can start to act against: And I currently love locked gauntlet. For the first attack. Attack - (1d20-1)[10]Damage - (1d8-1)[6](edit), if those were your FORT saves above, you failed the 3rd one and die. Originally Posted by SRD If the defender survives the damage, he must make a Fortitude save (DC 10 + damage dealt) or die. There should only be 2 CDG attacks, which was what the above stuff was for. You have to spend one of your rounds getting to me, so I live through (for now)I dropped my shield, fell prone, and lose DEX to AC, so AC 14 right now. Having said that, you do get one normal attack prejudging, and 2 more after while I'm still stunned. You are stunned for 3 rounds. (but not blind in the last one) ACK, yeah, 3 attacks vs AC 14, and then it's your action, and I'm back to normal. I got it right the second time, anyway, 4 attacks total Attack - (1d20-1)[11]-damage - (1d8-1)[1]Attack - (1d20-1)[8]-damage - (1d8-1)[2]Attack - (1d20-1)[8]-damage - (1d8-1)[5]5ft step backRangedTouchAttack - (1d20+2)[15]-Collage - (1d3)[3] All misses bar the RTA, so I'm at 7/9. I'll stand up, 5' step towards him, and smack him two-handed. Attack - (d20+4)[11]damage - (1d8+4)[5]If 23-24 on the attack roll:reconfirm - (d20+4)[23]damage - (1d8+4)[5]EDIT: So from this guy's perspective, he knocked me unconscious, hit me 6 times, twice with a nasty killing strike, 4 times with a more normal swing of his sword, hit me with another spell, and I've just gotten up and attacked him, apparently barely worse for the wear. He must be terrified. Miss. He attacks you back. Attack - (d20-1)[12]Damage - (1d8-1)[4] AC 19 right now. 8/9 HP"What's the matter? Can't get any force behind your blows?"attack - (d20+4)[11]damage - (d8+4)[9]If 23-24 on attack:CRT confirm - (d20+4)[7]damage - (d8+4)[12] 5ft Step Ranged Touch attack(1d20+2)[15]Damage - (1d3)[3] 5' step towards him, attack. 6/9 HP.attack - (d20+4)[10]the dice gods are paying me back for letting me survive, it seems...(d8+4)[10]reconfirm - (d20+4)[12](d8+4)[10] 5ft step awayRangedTouchAttack - (1d20+2)[18]Cold - (1d3)[1] Hit. 6/9.5' step towards him, attack again. Attack - (d20+4)[18](d8+4)[11]reconfirm - (d20+4)[13](d8+4)[6] Attack - (1d20-1)[2]Damage - (1d8-1)[0]After he attacks, he falls down in a heap.150XP, Chain Shirt, Long sword. Cool. I put as much as I can carry in the backpack, and anything else in the sack. Is he wearing clothes? Peasant's. It's odd. When Tatar DMed for me his rolls were really poor most of the time. Then I started DMing, and my rolls were suddenly poor most of the time. Now veteran DMs and his rolls are poor. If any of veteran's players will decide to try to DM too, their rollswillbe poor as well. Remember that! I thought he wasn't doing too badly... All the RTS (with my AC, the only things likely to hit) hit, though his damage rolls for the CDs were abysmal. I'll keep it in mind for if I decide to DM, though Originally Posted by Sliver Peasant's. Bah, I was going to say he was naked under the chain shirt Anywho, where to next boss? Stuff the stuff in the sack. Pick my shield back up. I head down the corridor I was in further, and take the turning north. If there's a door (not the one into the room I just left), I go through it, if not, what choices do I have? You come back out the same door, and go 5ft east, then 20ft north, 10ft north is a door on the eastern side (leading to the room you just left). Turning east, you see that the hallway goes for 20ft before turning north again. 15ft down the hall you see a door on the Southside. I go to the new door, poke it a few times, then suit up and go in. Initiative - (d20+1)[14]if needed. If I'm still awake and functioning on my turn, and can see anything alive, I either charge if he's not nearby, 5' step and attack if he's nearby, and attack if he's next to me. Attack - (d20+4)[11](+2 if charge)damage - (d8+3)[9]to CRT - (d20+4)[21](+2 if charge)damage - (d8+3)[4] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B1, which you are just outside, and another at B5. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20)[18] As you open, the orc charges you. Attack - (1d20+7)[25]Damage - (2d6+6)[8] He then seems to shuffle the feet around to take a different stance and screams "Steely Strike!" Attack - (1d20+9)[11]Damage - (2d6+6)[13] Woah. 2/9 HP, I'm going to change my last turn, and ready an action:If the Orc takes any standard or full round action, attack him and then 5' step back. If that's not specific enough, make it 'if the Orc attacks me'.attack - (d20+4)[14]damage - (d8+3)[7] He 5ft steps with you and yells "Stone Bones!" Attack - (1d20+5)[18]Damage - (2d6+6)[12] I am intrigued....how is he doing that? If he takes the action to trigger my 5' step, his action should be lost, so unless he can make two attacks on a full-round, or something similar, he shouldn't be able to land a blow. Regardless, it's a miss, so I'll go with 5' step back, ready an action to attack and then 5' step back if he attacks me. (now he definitely can't hit me)attack - (d20+4)[7]damage - (d8+3)[7] Technically, your readied action happens just prior to him attacking, so you attack and 5ft step, then he moves with you. Originally Posted by SRD The action occurs just before the action that triggers it. If it were an immediate action, I believe it would cause him to lose his action, but since it's a readied action, it happens just prior. (Though I could be wrong, it is known to happen from time to time). And just curious, you're out in the hall, are you 5ft stepping east/north or west? I'm fairly certain it can cause lost actions. It's a standard trick to force people to lose spell slots to ready an action to move out of Los when a spell is cast, etc.it was my spiked chain char's favorite trick, to get 2 attacks and negate his by taking a 5' step and attacking whenever he attacked, and making him charge me every turn, as I'm out of range.BTW, is the condition 'when he takes any standard or full-round action' acceptable? Back the way I came. Oh, and rolling for maneuvers:1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames All bar(1d5)[4]granted. Alright, we'll go with your interpretation of it, and have it as a wasted action. The orc yells "Charging Minotaur!" He charges at you, attempt to bull rush you. Strength Check-(1d20+4)[16]If > than yours:Spoiler Hide Damage - (2d6+4)[12] I believe I have scared off my firstvictimplayer I got no email or notification you posted believe he can't charge, as he needs to be at least 10' away to do so, and there's no provision for avoiding that in Charging Minotaur. Oh, and I don't suppose you'd let me make my readied action be one of my strikes? I'm in Martial Spirit as default, but I'd like to make a crusader's strike or a Stone Bones at this point. I thought you backed away to 10ftIf you're not 10ft away, I'll redo my actions...sorry for the confusion (and yes, you can make your readied actions your strikes, just make sure to specify which when you ready it from here on out) My action *was* to 5' step away, and then ready an action to attack and 5' step away when he attacks. That's not possible (2 5' steps), so I'll leave it as just ready an action to use says... Stone Bones, and then 5' step away if he takes a standard/full round action within 5' of me. The roll is a miss anyway, so makes no difference. Alright, so assuming you're just 5ft away from me, I can't use charging Minotaur., so would you like to rewind to that point? Yeah, that'd probably be best. The orc moves up to you and attacks Attack - (1d20+5)[18]Damage - (2d6+6)[13] Take my readied action, and miss...he misses too, even if his attack gets chance to land.4/9 HP, I'm going to ready a crusader's strike, and a 5' step back down the hallway, if he takes a standard or full-round action within 5' of me. Attack - (d20+4)[21]damage - (d8+3)[6]healing - (1d6+1)[5] Again, he moves up to and attacks you. Attack - (1d20+5)[13]Damage - (2d6+6)[10] New avatar?veteran:Spoiler Hide The orc always misses because the opponent is away when he attacks. He should get it and do something else, like move back and then Minotaur charge or something else, like a charge. Because a charge is a full round action he will waste his readied action and get little out of it. Take the readied action, and (assuming that hit, back to full HP.) Ready another action for the same thing... Maneuvers:1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames(1d5)[2](1d4)[4] I'll make the new readied action a basic attack then attack - (d20+4)[14]damage - (d8+3)[6]I think the orc might have figured out I'm just going to dodge every attack he makes at this point... Let's see, he can either continue to make normal attacks, or he could go for a charge. I think as long as I remain exactly 5' away, I should be fine...but he could always ready an action to 5' step forward and attack when I get within 10'... I'm glad I can see when someone readies an action...EDIT: You can't take a 5' step if you move any distance during the round.... Ugh. What type of armor is he wearing? I'm forgetful... Or...he could just back you into a pit... The last pit was a very, very long way back CIRC.there's at least 50' of corridor before I get to the last room I was in, and no pits. Oh, btw, that last 5ft step you took put you into a pit. The Orc takes a 5ft step away from you and readies an action:Spoiler Hide He attacks if he comes within range. Granted Maneuver(1d3)[3]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur - Granted.5. Douse the Flames I'll drop my Long sword, and move back to the junction behind me, drawing a flask of acid as part of the move. Ready an action to move back to the turning before that if he takes any standard or full round action. Maneuver - (1d2)[1]1. Stone Bones2. Vanguard Strike *Poke to trigger subscription.* The orc moves directly up next to you and readies an action:Spoiler Hide Attack if he moves ... Spoiler Hide Readying an action is a standard action in itself (160 PHB) so it triggers the move action of Android2 which happens before the ready action of the orc triggers. Or before it is even readied so he doesn't lose it. I'll smack him with a Stone Bones. Attack - (d20+4)[5]damage - (d8+3)[11]EDIT: Hold on, my readied goes off...duh :P That means you move to him first, right? Because readying an action is a standard action that you can see, so it triggered your readied action! Yeah, I just realized...d'oh. I move say 15' down the next hallway (or however far I need to go so that he *just* couldn't get to me with a 30' move if he's in Light armor), and Ready an action to throw the acid at him, or if he's in Medium/heavy armor, I believe 20' would only just get him next to me atm, so I'll go with simply readying an action to throw the acid at him if he comes within 10', and then take a 5' step away (towards the door I entered color spray room from) How will you be taking that 5ft step after moving all the way over there just before readying the action? Moving around the corner, the orc pulls out a javelin as he's moving and throws it at you. Attack - (1d20+5)[21]Damage - (1d6+4)[6] That was my action from last turn. Now I'm on my next turn, so I can ready any action. I'm going to stay exactly where I am this turn and ready a throw+5' step if he's 20' away and wearing med/heavy armor, or move 15' and ready a throw only if he's in light armor. The orc took his action...FYI. ... Ah. That's a hit, so...issues. 6/9 HP. I go all-out. Charging Minotaur. Strength - (d20+5)[18]damage - (2d6+3)[10]If this doesn't work, I think I lose. Struck - (1d20+4)[17]Here we go.(edit)The orc falls to the ground.150xp, Chain mail, Ripper, Sun dark goggles. Strength - (d20+5)[18] Lt;- A good roll! If you beat it, I'll be sad. It's already sad that I consider a 15 a perfect roll... I would be more sad if I say 18-5 is 15. But I Donna, might be just me WOO. An enemy with +5 to attack, that is nearly guaranteed to one-shot anything...nasty. But didn't he have any more javelins? What can I see down the corridor with the door to the Orc room in it, and what other doors are in the Orc room? Here's the room Originally Posted by veteran Opening the door reveals the following room: Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B1, which you are just outside, and another at B5. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. The hallway itself goes for another 5ft past the "Orc Door" before turning north. Inside the room, you also find a chest with 120sp and a clear quartz worth 40gp. Yeah, yeah, I can't subtract (only studying math university, and all)I go get my sword and acid, while I'm at it. I'll head through that door at B5, to get to the other side of the pit I saw earlier, and head East, poking at the floor and walls as I go with the 10' pole. Tell me where I go, and stop when I get to the next door/intersection (I'm making a map as we go.) You travel 25ft east before finding another pit. Take 10 to jump it, and I can use the rope to get the sack across somehow I'm sure. Continue on! Are you poking walls and floor with your pole? Well, I doubt I can reach over the pit to hit the landing zone, but once across, I am, yeah. (Though unless there's a trap that does more than 9 HP damage, or ability damage, I think I'm invulnerable to them anyway.) 10ft on the other side of the pit, you feel a gust of hot air. Non-Lethal Damage(2d6)[5]Also need a Fort Save or you're Fatigued. War forged. Fast Healing. Meh. You travel another 25ft and encounter yet another pit. 15ft on the other side you can see the hallway turn north. Hop the pit again, and wander round the corner.EDIT: Am I right in saying that this E-W corridor is 145' long wall-to-wall?(30', 5' Pit, 30', Door, 25', 5' Pit, 30', 5' Pit, 15') (Yes, that's correct)Turning the corner, you trigger a dart trap 10ft in front of you. Darts fly, but aren't aimed at you. You travel 20ft north, before turning west. Traveling 5 feet more, you feel another wave of heat. NonLethalDamage - (2d6)[4]You go another 25 ft, and turn south, where you find a pit 5ft in front of you. Hopping the pit, you immediately turn west, travel 30ft (triggering an acid trap on the way), turn north for 10ft. Turn west for 5ft, and are greeted with a wall. The wall of the Orc room, actually. Poke it a few times for fun, and then head all the way back round, through the orc room, out the northern door again, East 5', North 10', and start headed east. What can I see?EDIT:I made a StatblockAndroid 2:HP: 9/9DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 Heading out the "North Orc Door", you go 5ft east, looking north you see a Blue Note Card hanging from the wall. Theterran - The wall of the orc room crumbles when he pokes it from the hall, revealing the orc room. Originally Posted by Sliver veteran - The wall of the orc room crumbles when he pokes it from the hall, revealing the orc room. So...does it really matter? You killed my crusader! Makes little difference, but nice to know. I poke the note, then hold the note, then hug the note, smell the note, taste the note....then I read it. Boom? It reads “Burn Me for Help in Times of Trouble” Yeah...right. I might sell it, though. Take it with me, anyway. Back to the plan, I head north then east, and carry on until the next object of note. (a crossroads/door/item) 5ft on the other side of the note is a cross road. North the hall goes 10ft past the crossroads before turning east. East it goes 20ft before turning south, and you see a door on the eastern wall at the turn. West it goes for 60ft before turning south. 30ft down the hall is a door on the north side. 50ft down is a north/south split. Well, you forgot the door 60' down the west corridor on the north side (leads to my starting room). I'll go to the east, and go through that door. Android 2:HP: 9/9DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3Initiative - (d20+1)[12] Do you check the door for traps, or are you just busting on in? Well, I'm always poking everything in front of me with the pole as I move, so I assumed I'd already pretty effectively covered most of the door with the pole. Anyway, after any traps have triggered, I wait til I'm on full HP, then bust on in. Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_ 1|||||| 2|||||| 3|||||| 4|||1||| 5|||||| 6||||||[/table] There is a door at A-6 west, which you are just outside, another at E-1 and another at F-4. There is a kobold wearing a chain shirt and holding a short sword. Initiative:(1d20+5)[19] As you open the door the kobold charges at you, as he moves, a shadow envelope him, making him slightly harder to see. Attack - (1d20+6)[12]Damage - (1d4+4)[7]On CRT:Spoiler Hide Confirm - (1d20+6)[16] Damage - (1d4+4)[7] Moving away from you 10ft, then back, the shadow envelops him again. Flame envelopes his short sword, then he initiates a maneuver. Attack1 - (1d20+4)[19]Attack2 - (1d20+4)[23]Damage - (1d4+4)[5]+Fire - (1d6+1)[3]Cold - (1d6)[1] CRT Confirmation:Spoiler Hide Confirm - (1d20+4)[17] Damage - (1d4+4)[7] Well, at least he burned most of his abilities. 4/9 HP.1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames(1d5)[3](1d4)[4]I know this guy is going to have the distracting elemental, so I'm not going to go for the AC bonus... I'll just attack, using Crusader's strike or Stone Bones if they came up (CS first), and a basic attack if not. Attack - (d20+4)[13]damage - (d8+3)[5]healing - (d6+1)[2]miss chance - (d5)[1]1 misses. Android 2:HP: 4/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3EDIT: Ok, seriously? How bad are my rolls going to be?EDIT2: And btw, how are my opponents getting an extra round before I act? Surprise rounds? Readied actions can't be the case, since you can't ready a charge....so it must be a surprise round. I think I'm going to stop checking the doors for traps. You catch on a lot quicker than I did... Anyways... He Initiates another maneuver Attack - (1d20+4)[23]Damage - (1d4+4)[6]+(1d6)[5]If it hits, make a Will Save. If CRT (19-20)Spoiler Hide Confirm - (1d20+4)[10] Damage - (1d4+4)[7] You can ready a partial charge. You can only make a partial charge if you cannot take a full-round action on your turn, and if he was readying, he could take full-rounds. Surprise round would let him make a partial charge, so I'm going with no more polite knocking before entering will save - (d20+3)[15](1d3)[2]Android 2:HP: 4/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 Alright, you passed the save. Your turn. Well, I am currently on 1HP and 5 delayed damage, so I *need* this one to hit. Crusader's Strike - (d20+5)[14]damage - (d8+4)[11]healingifhit - (d6+3)[5]O ye dice gods... I will dance in celebration to your magnificence if you grant me this attack... If you have only a standard action when you want to charge, you can make a partial charge. The readied action is taken out of your turn, and you get only a standard action. It's not just my thing, check even PR's ruling here (the charge actions spoiler) Swing and a miss. I've made 20 d20 rolls this life, and of those, 9 were above average. Of those 9, 3 were saves, and 3 were initiatives (which I always lost anyway). By comparison...have you even missed an attack since the color spray guy? Fair enough on the Charge action then... Still seems weird, since you can then go with a standard move action, ready an action to charge when someone says NOW, then say it yourself after readying it. Aaaanyway, I think I'll just go with restarting this guy and being a bit smarter. I've got a map of everywhere I've been up to this point, All the pit traps, and the darts, acid and steam traps. My War forged and Fast Healing deal with that, so can be just re-do those 3 encounters? Points of note: Poking the floor with the pole as I go forward to detect the pit traps, but I don't do anything to any of the doors (or indeed within 5-10' of the doors.) I take 10 to jump any Pit traps, as required. I'll do the same with the note this time, too. If it still says the same thing, keep it. Encounter1:Mr Color spray. Initiative - (d20+1)[19](1d5)[2][roll1d4[/roll]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3|||H|| 4||||B|[/table] There is a door at A-2, another at E-4, south side and another at E-3. There is a human wearing a chain shirt and holding a long sword standing behind a beast with patchy dark fur that covers its unhealthy shrunken black skin in some places. Open sores dot its hide and a feral, catlike head glances with its blank eyes at the wall in front of it. Initiative:(1d20+2)[3] Which door are you entering through? (1d4)[3]- Re-rolling Maneuvers. Provided I won Initiative (which seems likely), I'll charge him and attack, or use Charging Minotaur if it's available. Attack - (d20+6)[7](-1 if Charging Minotaur)weapon damage - (1d8+3)[11]CM damage - (2d6+3)[10]And for Mr Color spray's turn:will save - (d20+3)[16]Oh, and from the rules on Charging: If you are able to take only a standard action or a move action on your turn, you can still charge, but you are only allowed to move up to your speed (instead of up to double your speed). You can’t use this option unless you are restricted to taking only a standard action or move action on your turn. EDIT: Was planning to enter through E3, but I can't charge if I start there... I guess I'll have to just move next to him and attack. A Miss. He 5ft steps away and Color Sprays you. You make the save. You're up. First:(1d3)[1] If I can move to trap him against the wall so he is still threatened even after a 5' step, I do. If not, I move so that I will be able to do that next turn. Either way, a move-and-attack. Attack - (d20+4)[15]damage - (d8+3)[8]For his turn, AoOSpoiler Hide attack - (d20+4)[11] if it applies will save if needed - (d20+3)[17]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 Miss. He 5ft steps into A3 and color sprays.(again, you save). You're up. I can move to B3, right?attack - (d20+4)[23]damage - (d8+3)[9]AOO if appropriate:Spoiler Hide attack - (d20+4)[6] damage - (d8+3)[5] reconfirm - (d20+4)[15]damage - (d8+3)[11]My first CRT And he falls down dead.150xp, long sword, chain shirt Cool. Ok, I go take on the Orc. I'll enter through the door nearest to him, if that's within 10'. If not, it hardly matters. Initiative - (d20+1)[17](1d5)[1](1d4)[3]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 I suspect I'll win initiative with that, so I'll go with a move+Stone Bones if so. Attack - (d20+4)[18]damage - (1d8+3)[8] Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||||1| 4||||| 5||||| [/table] There is a door at B5, which you are just outside, and another at B1. There is an orc in the middle of the room. It holds a Ripper and wears a chain mail, as well as a pair of goggles. Initiative:(1d20)[12] Hit. The orc screams "Steely Strike!" Attack - (1d20+9)[19]Damage - (2d6+6)[15]After he attacks, he falls.150 XP Chain mail, Ripper, Sun dark Goggles, 120sp, clear quartz (40gp worth) This is all much easier than last time.... To the sword sage stabber! Enter through the same door as last time. Initiative - (d20+1)[18](1d5)[2](1d4)[3]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_|F_1||||||2||||||3||||||4|||1|||5||||||6||||||[/table]There is a door at A-6 west, which you are just outside, another at E-1 and another at F-4. There is a kobold wearing a chain shirt and holding a short sword. Initiative:(1d20+5)[22] *Braces for Impact* I see you enjoy my ready-to-copy notes, huh? The kobold moves on your position, as he moves, shadow envelops him, making him slightly more difficult to see. His short sword burst with the power of flame as he initiates a maneuver against you. Attack1 - (1d20+4)[19]Attack2 - (1d20+4)[11]Damage - (1d4+4)[6]+Fire - (1d6)[6]Cold - (1d6)[6]If CRT: (1d4)[2] 1 = CRT Fail (Light Fortification is 25% right?) Spoiler Hide Confirm - (1d20+4)[14] Damage - (1d4+4)[5] Originally Posted by Sliver I see you enjoy my ready-to-copy notes, huh? Yes, your "ready to copy" notes are a HUGE help! Light fortification is 25%, yeah. I'll just smack him and end. Attack - (d20+4)[7]damage - (d8+3)[4]miss chance - (d4)[4]1 misses. If 23-24 on the attack:Spoiler Hide reconfirm - (d20+4)[20] damage - (d8+3)[6] maneuver granted - (1d3)[2]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike -Granted3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur -Granted5. Douse the Flames Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 Initiates a Maneuver Attack - (1d20+4)[14]Damage - (1d4+4)[5]+(1d6)[4]If CRT:(1d4)[3]1 - No Crispier Hide Confirm - (1d20+4)[19] Damage - (1d4+4)[6] I smack him....again.attack - (d20+4)[12]damage - (d8+3)[5]maneuver granted - (d2)[2]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike -Granted3. Vanguard Strike -Granted4. Charging Minotaur -Granted5. Douse the Flames Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 Spoiler Hide Why the kobold isn't tumbling back and then moves to attack, to benefit from a miss chance? Spoiler Hide Cause silly me didn't realise he had tumble...note that I could have done that with my character as well...but never realised it... The kobold moves away from you, then moves back to you to attack, activating the shadow. Spoiler Hide Tumble - (1d20+8)[18] A small fire elemental appears beside you, distracting you long enough for the kobold to get an attack in. Attack - (1d20+6)[20]Damage - (1d4+4)[8]If CRT(1d4)[4]Spoiler Hide Confirm - (1d20+6)[25] Damage - (1d4+4)[5] Hit. Tumbling is bad tactics here.... You ARE giving me a 1/5 chance to miss on my turn's attack, but you're giving me a better than 1/4 chance to get an extra attack as an AOO. Not sure why I'm helping, but meh. Crusader's Strike - (d20+5)[9]damage - (d8+4)[7]healing - (d6+3)[8]Stone bones Granted at end of turn.EDIT: 3, 8, 4.... Really?1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike -Granted3. Vanguard Strike -Granted4. Charging Minotaur -Granted5. Douse the Flames -Granted Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:5DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3 1/4 chance of getting an attack, and then the chance of actually hitting. Together, those aren't that high. Also, don't read the spoilers! The Kobold just stands there. Spoiler Hide Full-Round Action to Recover Clinging Shadow Strike Your go. Doesn't matter. The AC and AB are a (mostly) fixed value, so at any point, there's a fixed chance of me hitting. (Unless he has Mobility)If you give me an extra attack 1/4 of the time, you increase the chances of me hitting by 1/4 (and you don't have the concealment then, so it doesn't help)The 1/5 chance of me missing each turn is outweighed at that point. And I had to read the spoiler after the tumble, so I knew if to take an AOO or not.... EEP. That's a possible issue... Oh well, do not deviate from the PLAN. Readied action to Stone Bones and 5' step back if he takes a standard or full-round action within my reach:Spoiler Hide Stone Bones - (d20+4)[22] damage - (d8+3)[8] miss chance - (1d5)[4]1 misses 1. Stone Bones -Granted2. Crusader's Strike -Granted3. Vanguard Strike -Granted4. Charging Minotaur -Granted5. Douse the Flames -Granted Android 2:HP: 5/9Steely Resolve Pool:0DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+3For next turn, if I survive:(1d5)[2](1d4)[2]1. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames He continues just standing there. (full-Round Action)Spoiler Hide Recovering Distracting Ember I take my readied action. Does that change anything?EDIT: Since if he were on 0HP (or less), he couldn't make a full-round action. Yep, he falls down in a heap.150XP Chain Shirt (Small size), Short sword (Small size) If only the kobold thought about 5ft stepping back when recovering a maneuver. I can't be expected to have my brain turned on ALL THE TIME! Take loot, head back out the same door, and go south. Follow the trail, taking 10 over any pits, until I get to the next item of note/junction/door that isn't back into that room again. You go south for 10ft, East for 60ft before turning north. As you turn north you notice a Red Note Card hanging from the wall. Beyond the card you see the hall go for 35ft (40ft from your position) before turning west, and there is a west split 10ft (5ft from card) into the hall. I read the card Even though it will explode And then take that first turning to the west. The card explodes, dealing youForceDamage - (1d6)[3] meh. Take the first turning west. *waves for attention* You take the turn west, and go 10ft, then 5ft north, hop a pit trap, then another 10ft north, 10ft west, 10ft south, 5ft west, and your in front of a door that leads back to the room with the kobold. Go back over the pit trap, but turn north at the T, and then go west at the end of the corridor. Turning west, you see a north split 30ft into the hall, a door on the south side 35ft into the hall, and at 60ft you see the hall turn north. Carry on to that second turning. I would also like to state that I hate you so much for making Krill. Bookkeeping nightmares... Traveling along, you trigger a dart trap, that doesn't hit you, and an acid trap, but you just heal, so I won't bother rolling it. Reaching the turn, you see that the hallway goes north for 30ft before turning west. 20ft down the hall is a split do the east, and a door on the west. Hm. I head back down through the kobold's room, out the southwest doorway, and west down that hall to the door to the north. When at full HP, bust on in. Initiative - (d20+1)[11](1d5)[1](1d4)[2]Android 2:HP: 5/9Steely Resolve Pool:0DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+31. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames Opening the door reveals the following room:Spoiler Hide {table]|A_|B_|C_|D_|E_ 1||||| 2||||| 3||L||| 4||||| 5|||||[/table] There are doors at A5 south and E1 north. In the room there is an ugly looking, blue scaled, lizard thing with fire in its mouth! Initiative: (1d20+1)[9] Entangling Exhalation... I only won this last time due to Fire Resist 5. Charge.attack - (d20+6)[9]damage - (d8+3)[9] It steps back to C2 and Unleashes a fiery blast from its mouth. FireDamage - (1d6)[6]/2 Reflex Halves If you take any damage, you're entangled for(1d4)[3]rounds. Reflex - (d20+1)[14]maneuver - (1d3)[1] I'm going to assume that didn't save, and go from there. Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:5DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+31. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames Crusader's Strike!attack - (d20+3)[8]damage - (d8+4)[9]healing - (d6+3)[4] Failed Save. You're up. Miss. Fire - (1d6)[3]The beast opens its maw and outcomes acid! Acid - (1d8)[8]Reflex Halves Spoiler Hide Rounds - (1d4)[3] - Usable again reflex - (d20-1)[14]Problems.maneuver granted - (1d2)[2] Unless my DR applies somehow to these, I'm dead again. Man that's a nasty ability. DR doesn't apply to it... Well, -2 and still ongoing damage means dead Android. I wonder...what was the shape of the breath weapon? Cone or Line? I think I know how to beat this guy. Anyway, unless you'd be very nice and check my next char, I'll have another go. Enemy 1: Bad Breath dude. Initiative - (d20+1)[3](1d5)[2](1d4)[4]Android 2:HP: 9/9Steely Resolve Pool:0DR: 2/Adamantine Fast Healing 1Light Fortification AC 21, 20 Flatfooted, 11 Touch. Saves: +2/+1/+3Attack: +4, d8+31. Stone Bones2. Crusader's Strike3. Vanguard Strike4. Charging Minotaur5. Douse the Flames I can check your next character if you're tired of this one My next character is the belly flop bomber who does over 10d6 as a standard, no-save, no-attack action, at the cost of 1d6 to himself, and has Persisted Lesser Vigor, too. If you really want to DM for a char who are going to auto-win the first floor or 2, go ahead, I'll finish off the spell list and stuff now Well... I can't DM floor 2 quite yet...as I'm still working through it myself... Still, if you want to advance him on at least that far, I can oblige.(edit)Just link him up when you're done with him. Well, here he is. Min-maxed to extreme levels...-18 Initiative, -30 Swim, -18 Jump...2200lb...can't attack to save his life...and yet is more likely to survive Floor 1 than any character that has entered so far. Max weight for a Human is 200lb. x8 is 1600, which is where the weight comes from. Your attributes are off, unless I'm missing something. Azorín don't have any +/-, so you've got yourself a 36 pt. buy. Enlarge Person gives +2 STR, -2 DEX. Ah, that would explain why he's Large...which was my next question (edit)Where are the rules for overweight and falling on opponents? I've changed the weight, having made a mistake when multiplying...20x8 is NOT 80. Incidentally, all characters are assumed to be of average weight and height to prevent abuse like that. WWW... Ok, still a lot of damage. (Even with the Stout trait? It does say you're heavier than average...) As stout has no mechanical change on your weight, no. Aww... I liked the max weight. (it amuses me that the maximum weight for a Large Human is exactly 1 imperial ton.) Fixed down to *only* 1/2 a ton.

NeverEnding Dungeon - Android2|rating:2.0

Esmme&IchirusVampireGirl werewolf_human + one farieRP

Name: Yukon KintaroAge:19Sex: FeamaleRace: Human (for now XD)Quick Bio:Yukon has been alone since she was 6 years old. Her parents died in a house fire, and she was sent to an orphanage, no one adopted her, becasue they bereaved she was unlucky. Because of this, she stayed to herself and rarely talks to alone. She lives n her own in a fun down shack in the middle of the woods. Aperance:Name: Kilo Husking: 17Sex: Male Race: Werewolf Bio: He and his brother have been werewolf since birth. But they live in a cottage home in the village. Descised in their human form. They live peacefully and act as normal as possible. But he holds a dark secret that even his brother does not know about. Aperance:Name: Hero Husking: 18Sex: Male Race: Werewolf Bio: (same as Kilos, only minus the dark secret part XD)Appearance: My Puppeteer:Emmen want to be called:Emmen Am This Old:20Did you look at me?:Female What do I see when I look in the mirror: Somewhat happened in my life:Esmé has always been one to enjoy peace. Loving wolves is what brought her this specific village. . . She’s been keeping an eye on their pack. She enjoys drawing and writing – she’s an artist. Yet another reason that Esmé was drawn to the town – it’s near the forest. I think of myself as:Calm, loving, and generally hard to rile. A good leader, and one to take care of those closest. Loves peace. I can’t stand:Bright lights, threats to her loved ones, and being imprisoned, as well as artwork and writing. My favorite things in the world:Wolves and other dogs, snow, cold, darkness. Posting Color:Dark Bluesy Puppeteer:Emmen want to be called:Cassidy Am This Old:17 (in even years. She’s really about 100 :XD)Did you look at me?:Female What do I see when I look in the mirror: Cassidy What happened in my life:The even girl was part of her high-ranking family, and has just now left her home in search of more excitement. Yet, she has just stopped in the nearest village to find a certain book. I think of myself as:Fiery, full of spirit, and ready for anything. Loves books and scholarly things, and enjoys people that are willing to listen to her rant about what she’s learned. I can’t stand:Slimy things, rude people, and blood. My favorite things in the world:Glowing or shiny things, warm summer days, and. . . Guys. Posting Color: Remy Puppeteer:Emmen want to be called:Carlisle Am This Old:21Did you look at me?:Male What do I see when I look in the mirror: Carlisle, though please ignore the random beams shooting from his hands. XD What happened in my life:Being changed into a werewolf, Carlisle quickly overtook his alpha, challenging him every step of the way. He is a very. . . Prideful and ruling individual. Being chased off from his pack, he came to Yukon’s doorstep for aid. I think of myself as:Domineering, controlling, though calm. He can be sweet. . . Occasionally. Not usually very feral, he has moments when his instincts and wolf side pressure him into doing something he doesn’t wish to. I can’t stand:Other alpha’s, vegetables, and small animals. My favorite things in the world:Meat, warmth, moonlight, and laying in patches of sunlight. Posting Color: Gray allows hurry I wants to r XD ((All done! :boogie:)) ((woo till start!)) Yukina blinked. She had herded a pounding at her door. She carefully went to the door, being in the model of the forest, she never got anybody at the door. She carefully opened the door and peeked out she jumped seeing a man at the door. She only stared at him, nervously,not knowing what to do about him. Kijo stretched as he walked out his cabin door he looked back inside at his younger brother as he came out as well."come on, let's go for a run before the weather gets bad", he said and once Hero had closed the door he started to jog. He jogged towards the forest that sou rounded the village. Jumping into the bush he shifted into a large light brown wolf, he stopped and waited for hero to catch up. He sniffed the air. An unfamiliar werewolf was now in the area. It made him uneasy. Hero sighed and quickly ran after his brother once in the bush he to transformed and went into the forest as a large reddish black wolf. He yawned and his ears twitched. He could feel his brother uneasiness. He then two smelt the other werewolf and growled."great that's the last thing we need", he said in a growl and started to run along the forest with his brother. Carlisle leaned against the door frame wearily, meeting the girl's gaze. "I'm sorry," he rasped, shaking his head. "I need your help." Nearly collapsing near the woman's feet, the white-haired youth grunted with the exertion of keeping himself against the wooden frame. "Do you have any bandages?" he asked in a low voice, his hand pressed to a ragged slash across his ribs that was bleeding heavily. "Please. . . Help me." Esmé sat still as she leaned back against the tree's trunk, her hood pulled up to keep her hair dry as a light snowfall drifted about her. The pencil in her hands was cold, but she didn't seem to notice. Instead of worrying about her own comfort, the woman was focused on the small wolf pack in the clearing in front of her. Since she had been hanging around them for months, they tolerated her presence. . . To a degree. If she got too close to the new pups, she would be attacked. So the artist merely kept her distance, sketching the little creatures and their family as they romped about. This was where she felt the most comfortable. She loved it out here in the snow with the wolves. She was practically family. And she dreaded Spring's coming when they would head on down the valley. Wiping a single fat snowflake off of her pale cheek, her blue eyes lingered on the biggest canine in the family - the alpha. His stride was powerful, his white flank full of small nicks and scars from his previous victories. This was his land; his pack. None would challenge him. Returning to her drawing, Esmé smiled a bit, her long fingers adding a brush of shading along the alpha's muzzle. Perfect. With a groan, Cassidy let her head fall forward onto the book in front of her. Leaning against the table, the red-head closed her glowing green eyes. This book was more boring than the last. If only she could find something better to read! Getting up, the elf brushed the wrinkles out of her short red skirt, her gloves catching on the fabric. Her green eyes scanned the library's shelves, seeking something else. "Where to look?" she muttered to herself, her slender finger scrolling over the musty tomes. "Where does one find legends of the past?" Cassidy brushed her flitting hair out of her face, the earrings on her ear jingling together quietly. "Ah!" she gasped quietly, smiling. "Here we are." Vampires, ghosts, giants, mermaids, sirens, and. . . Werewolves. Frowning, she pulled the well-worn book off of the shelf. This was the only one without a thick coating of dust. Perhaps someone had recently looked at it? Shrugging, she carried it over to her table, sitting down once again. Setting the book reverently in front of her, the elf smiled and flipped it open. Wolves. They didn't have wolves in her even forests back home. Yukon stated at him scared but carefully bend down beside him and helped him inside. She still remained quite as she got him to a sofa. She carefully laid him down she looked at him before running to her room and came out with a first aid kit. She looked at his wood and opening the first aid kit she pulled out bandages, she set them down before going over to a pot of hot water. She poured it into a bowl and grabbing a rag she came over and carefully setting the bowl down she dunks the rag in hot water, rinnging it out slightly she carefully moved his hand and pressed it against the wood to disinfect it. Onve she had done that a few times she got the bandages and began to wrap his wounds. Once done she closed the first aid kit and set it aside as she looked ta him. Kilo let out a happy howl a reached the valley. He and Hero hadn't seen their parents in months. Running toward the pack, he was greeted by his mother who nuzzled him and licked him. He then went to his father, the alpha male. He went over to him, showing submission before he and his father began to play fight. Hero who had taken another out, ended up close to Esmé. He tilted his head spotting her and walked towards her with casino. Sniffing her carefully. "Gently," Carlisle hissed when Yukon first pressed the cloth to his side, and he flinched when she repeated the action. Forcing himself to stay still, he waited for her to finish before bringing himself into a sitting position, helping her wrap the wound. "Thank you," he breathed, his brown eyes full of pain and gratitude. When the man met her gaze, he bowed his head in thanks. "I'm sorry for intruding on you like this," he said quietly, frowning. "I will leave you in peace." Carlisle stood, his hand moving back to his side as he did so. Gritting his teeth, he refused to show that he was in pain - though it was still obvious. Glancing toward the door, the man brushed his layered hair away from his face with his free hand, stepping forward. It was a mistake to do so. He immediately felt himself weaken, and nearly collapsed right there. He was lucky that he only fell to one knee, letting out a muted cry of pain as he did so. When another wolf joined the pack, Esmé's soft blue eyes widened, and she watched in silence as the male was drawn into the family. They must already know him. Quietly flipping her book to the next page, the woman sketched out Kilo's form, a slight smile on her pale face as she did so. It was then that Hero sniffed her, startling her a bit. Freezing, she watched the wolf, carefully letting her hand move out to let him sniff it. "Hello there," she whispered, her smile returning.((Anand good night. ;))) Hero at first backed up, then went towards her hand and sniffing her hand he licked the tips of her figures the ears twitched looking towards the valley and his mom howled for him. He looked at Esmé for a few more moment before running towards the valley and played around with his younger brothers and sisters. Kijo looked up towards Esmé as well. He stood guard while the family played. He stayed in a sitting position just watching her with intense yellow eyes. Yukina jumped up and went to his side."n-no, stay", she said quietly."you need to rest ... your not troubling me", she said a bit softer."please", she asked again and helped him back to the sofa. Carlisle nodded silently, his expression closed. He may not be happy with it, but honestly he wouldn't get far if he left right then. "Alright," he breathed. Seems I have no choice in the matter. I wouldn't get far like this. Leaning back on the sofa, he took a couple deep breaths before glancing back to Yukon. "I'm sorry we had to meet like this," he said quietly, clearing his throat. His deep voice was low and soft, careful and thankful. "I am called Carlisle." Extending the hand that wasn't resting over his bandaged wound, the youth smiled weakly. "And I would like to thank you for the trouble I'm causing you." His brown eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds. "I will leave as soon as I can. I don't mean to disturb you by being here." Esmé chuckled softly when Hero licked her fingertips, and let her hand fall into the dusting of snow beside her as the wolf trotted off to play with his family. Her blue eyes scanned over the wolves, glad to see them so happy. It had been a rough year for the pups - there was less prey, and a draft had recently plagued them. Luckily the snow meant there would be more water, which would hopefully bring more food as well. The woman met Kilo's gaze then, lowering her eyes so as not to make it a challenge. She quickly looked down at her paper and sketched the wolf's brilliant eyes, smiling to herself. When she finished, she brushed her pale hood out of her face and let it lower, pulling her long black hair out of her cloak so it could rest over her shoulders. Carefully tucking her drawings and pencil into the small bag beside her, the slender woman stood quietly, watching the wolves once again. Brushing the snow off of her, the elegant female picked up her belongings and gave the wolf pack the typical farewell - a slight three-fingered wave. Turning back toward the village, Esmé headed home. Tonight she would transfer her new wolf sketches to a canvas and begin to paint them. The thought made her giddy with excitement - these were the most beautiful animals she had ever seen, and she was looking forward to seeing them captured in paints. Glancing over her shoulder, Esmé smiled. Tonight would be a long one. . . A peaceful one. Kilo watched go off. He looked back at his family, he didn't since any danger. He stood up and ran in the direction Esmé went in. Fallowing her scent to her home. He went up to the window, and peered inside as he sniffed around the house. Trying to sniff out anything that may endanger his family. Yukina looked at him."don't apologize".she said softly. She moved away form his hand in fear at first. Then blinking she carefully shook his hand."m-my names Yukon", she said softly."y-you can stay here as long as you need to, don't rush your self out, your not nothing me in any way", she said smiling a little. Hero blinked looking around. He smelled something else. An elfre?in their home are. He said goodbye to his family and ran off to investigate. Esmé's long hair was tied back behind her as she leaned over the large canvas sketching out the first of the wolves. It was the pack leader who was being finished, soon to be the rest of the pups and his mate. The two new wolves were an addition that the woman was eager to add. Twitching her nose, she tried not to scratch the itch there. . . And failed, leaving a dark smear across the front of it. Shifting in her chair, the slender woman concentrated on the thin lines, trying not to mess up in any way. This would go on her front wall above the couch. It was going to be too beautiful to go anywhere else. The house was a small place with only two rooms and a small bathroom meant for bathing, a tiny kitchen connected to the living room, and a couple steps as her front porch. Esmé was in the biggest room in the house with her canvas spread before her - the living room. Biting her lip in concentration, the pale woman moved on to the next wolf as the minutes sauntered by. She didn't notice when the light started to dim, or when her stomach began to complain about her lack of food. Only when she could hardly see did Esmé move to light a lamp beside her, her blue eyes full of joy and peace. It was so quiet and soothing - she loved it here in this small village. Leaning against the dry canvas before her, Esmé convinced herself to close her eyes for a few moments. . . Only to drift off into a doze, her light clothing drifting in the light breeze from the cracked window behind her. "Yukon," Carlisle repeated, pulling his hand back into his lap. "Thank you for letting me stay." Smiling grimly, the young man glanced to the window. "Do you happen to know what time of day it is?" The question came from not remembering when he had first started running. It was all too hectic - too strange. The well-muscled male adjusted his black coat, tugging at the sleeve for a moment. Raising his large brown eyes back to the woman's face, Carlisle smiled in a friendly manner, truly thankful that he had a place to stay for the moment. Before she could speak of the time, he asked another question. "How can I earn my keep?" the white-haired man asked, tilting his head in a dog-like motion. "What can I do in return for you helping me?" Cassidy scanned through the book about werewolves eagerly, completely losing track of time as she did so. When she could hardly see the letters on the page, the elf blinked a few times, her bright green eyes flashing about the room. This was a library, so she could stay as long as she needed, but she wanted to go back to her room at the inn. Picking up the thick tome, the red-head walked up to the front desk, eagerly signing her name and the title of the book on the checkout list. Lugging the book back to the inn, Cassidy smiled to herself, a trail of her stream of MANA following at her heels. Magic. . . Evil stuff. But an elf from her forests couldn't resist it's calling - it was a drug, an addiction. And it was deadly. Heading into the inn, the tall youth moved to the main lobby and flopped down in one of the large chairs, submerging herself in her legends of feral wolf-men. Hero soon found himself at an Inn. He looked around to see the place deserted. Going to the window he petered in and made a whining nice as he watched the girl in the lobby. His tail wagged playfully. An else!, he thought to himself happily. Wanting to get closer he whined for and scratched at the window. Yukina looked at him and nodded when he thanked her. Then looking outside as well she looked back at him." Dusked, night fall will happen shortly", she said softly. Then blinked."you have to do nothing but get better", she said with a gentle smile. Her voice just as gentle. She stood up dusting herself off."I have a spare room you may use", she said softly and point towards a room. Kijo watched the women. He didn't know why, but he was intrigued by her. He let out a soft howl and scratched at the window. Feeling bad that he was going to wake her, but it was getting cold outside. He whined some and howled again. Cassidy jumped when she heard the scratching, her glowing eyes wide. Fearfully staring at the door, she let her leg uncurl from beneath her, gently resting it on the floor. Her book was set in the large chair, and the elf headed for the worn doorknob, cracking the old door a few inches to peek outside. "Hello?" she whispered, her glowing eyes scanning the coming darkness. Just out of precaution, she glanced up to the moon - nearly full. A bit of fear flit through her expression. . . And then she saw the large wolf. The door was slammed to shut then - real tight and secure. Dashing back to her chair, she curled up in it, staring at the door in fright. Wrapping her thin arms about her slender form, Cassidy shivered. Too many books about werewolves. . . . "That would be lovely," the pale-haired male said, letting his gaze move to where Yukon pointed. Carlisle seemed to relax at her soft words, his tense form loosening enough to show that he felt. . . Safe. "A room would be nice." Blinking slowly, his brown eyes moved to the woman's face, and he inclined his head slightly. "Do you happen to. . ." the young man trailed off, shaking his head. It was obvious that he chose to say something different from first planned. "To have spare food that will last the both of us for a few days?" Hand lingering on his side, Carlisle looked toward the room once again. Stubbornly forcing himself to his feet, he grits his teeth, using the side of the couch and walls to help guide himself toward the room that Yukon had indicated. He kept his pace slow, listening for her reply. Starting from her sleep, Esmé glanced around. Her blue eyes darted to the window that was slightly cracked, and the woman narrowed her gaze. A wolf? Slowly taking her arms off of the desk in front of her, the tall woman sat up, yawning quietly before getting out of her seat and heading for the window. Curious, she tugged it open, looking out at the gentle snowfall calmly. Hesitating, she frowned. Had she been dreaming? Hero whined sadly and laid on the ground sadly. He hated being a werewolf he always scared people. He rested his head on his paws and whined more. Kijo then came into law of her. His tail waging some. He tilted his head to her. Showing her that he wouldst harm her. Yukina looked to him and helped him to the room."yes I have plenty of food, im going out to get some more tomorrow", she said shyly. When Cassidy heard the whining, she shoved her head between her knees, forcing her courage to gather. Taking a deep breath, she let the green wishing energy linger about her form before letting it drop back down to the floor about her feet. The elf moved toward the door again, the latch clicking when it slid open. "I'm being silly," she whispered to herself, shaking her head. Her fluffy red hair flit about her shoulders as she slowly opened the door, her fingers trembling. Looking outside, she scanned the darkness until she found the wolf. . . It was lying not a few feet from her. "You're just a dog, aren't you?" the slender elf whispered, carefully opening the door a bit more. "I don't need to be scared of a big. . ." Cassidy swallowed, "softy like you, do I?" Extending a shaky hand, she clicked her tongue. "Here, boy." "Alright," the broad-shouldered man said quietly, accepting Yukon's help into the room. "Please, let me know if I can help you in any way. I am in your debt." Bowing his head, Carlisle sat on the edge of the bed. Watching her face for a moment, his expression softened. "You are a kind woman," he said, his deep voice low. "Not many would have allowed me into their home." Esmé watched Kilo step into view, and her blue eyes widened slightly. "Shouldn't you be with your pack?" she asked softly, closing the window slowly. Moving to the front door, she slipped outside and sat on the front step, pulling her pale cloak close over her shoulders. "You are a regal wolf," Esmé smiled, watching him for a few moments as the gentle snowfall drifted about them. She pulled her hood up before speaking again. "Fitting for such a beautiful family." Yukon smiled some."I've lived here all alone, the towns people treat me like the league", she said in a soft sad voice she shook her head."ill go make you something to eat", Yukina said softly and left the room. Going into the small kitchen she pulled out dome meat and started to cook it the oven. Then started to make some things Togo along the side. Heros ears perked up when she came out. Trotting over he licked her hand and her cheek. His tail wagging happily. He whined some and showed her submission, as to show he wouldn't hurt her. Kijo waled up to her and sat down tilting his head to her. He whined some and seemed to shiver. His ears twitched and jumping up he looked towards the forest and standing in front of Esmé protectively he snarled and growled. "You are kinda cute," Cassidy muttered, stepping forward to scratch Hero's stomach. "I can't believe I'm freaking out about werewolves. You're probably just a mutt from down the street, aren't ya?" The elf laughed quietly, kneeling down beside the canine. Moving to lean back against the headboard, Carlisle grunted with the effort. His layered white hair drifted about his shoulders as he moved, and the werewolf sighed. May as well use her help while she still offers it. She won't after she realizes what I really am. Carlisle counted down the days to himself - two days until a full moon. Will I be healed by then? Esmé smiled, gently reaching forward to touch Kilo's ears. When the wolf spun to face the forest, the pale woman withdrew her hand, narrowing her blue eyes at the woods. She had long ago learned to pay attention to an animal in distress - they often saved her life by warning her of danger. "What do you hear?" she whispered, tilting her head slightly and trying to catch a sound. Hero stood and licked her face happily."then seemed to shutter at the cold wind that blew. He whined lightly and moved closer to her. He then perked up his ears and looked towards the forest are and suddenly growled towards it. Kijo looked to her nudging her inside as he kept looking to the forest, growling deeper and deeper. Then as a huge wolf came running out he snarled and ran at it, protecting Esmé. Yukina smiled as she entered with food."here you go", she said shyly and set the tray of food next to him."It's still hot so be careful", she said and giving him a smile, she headed for the door, "Beef!" Cassidy wiped the slower off of her face with a grimace, her smile returning. When Hero growled, she shuddered, and stood before slowly backing toward the door. "I don't like the sound of that," she whispered, the faint glow of green energy that usually tagged along at her heels disappearing as she felt her heart-rate rise. "The growling usually means something's wrong." The slender elf tugged at one of her sleeves, nervous as she looked back to Hero. "Maybe you should come inside too. It's starting to snow." Her green eyes moved to the door, and she swiftly moved toward it and yanked it open. "I need to get some sleep, too. Are you coming, mutt?" Carlisle looked at the steaming food with great appreciation in his eyes, and then bowed his head to Yukon. "I am most grateful," he murdered, carefully taking up some of the food. He forced himself to at least look civil while he ate - it was hard when you were absolutely starving. He hadn't eaten since the meal yesterday morning - the last meal with his pack. It was only a few minutes later when he carefully wiped his mouth, letting out a quiet growl of contentment. It was good. And it had been a while since he had eaten food prepared for a. . . Human. Glancing toward the doorway, he smiled slightly, feeling a bit guilty. I need to find a way to keep her from finding out about my. . . Transformation. No need to have any vicious rumors floating around. Before he could do anything about his predicament, sleep seemed to rise into his mind and drag him down suddenly. Within a few minutes after he'd finished his food, Carlisle was sleeping soundly, a calm and peaceful expression on his face as he leaned back against the wall and headboard behind him. Esmé grit her teeth as the other wolf came charging out at her, and looked toward the forest just in time to see Kilo dashing forward. She stood just inside the doorway, unsure if she should close the opening. The woman's dark hair shifted about her shoulders as she watched the fight, and quickly came to the decision - she would close her door until things calmed down. Hopefully everything would be alright. . . She couldn't do much for her wolf friend otherwise. Pushing the wooden door closed, the woman moved toward the window, looking out upon the two canines. "Please be alright." Hero's ears twitched and he ran inside. Shakeing off a bit and looked up to Cassidy. His tail wagging with some delight of the warmth of the inside. Yukina went to check on Carlisle. Seeing him asleep she smiled and coming into the room quietly, she took the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. Then coming back in with a blanket she gently placed it on him then quietly shutting the door she stretched. She looked at the food she had stored and smiled knowing shed have enough for tomorrow morning. Then with a tied sigh she went to the house and flowing onto it, she too fell asleep. Kijo howled in some pain as he was a bit in his front right paw. But soon took down the wolf and watched it run off. Then made his way back to the house he had scratches here and the the worst injury being his paw. He limped towards the house before sitting down. Whineing a little. Cassidy smiled, patting Hero's head. "My rooms this way. I don't think the people that own the inn like having dogs inside, so I'm going to have to sneak you in." Quietly padding toward her room, she clicked her tongue, motioning for the wolf to follow her. Maybe I'll feel a bit safer with a big guardian like him around. - Carlisle woke up slightly when the door closed, and then settled into a deeper sleep. It was a few hours later when he slowly came into consciousness once again. Placing a hand over what was left of his wound, the werewolf sighed. Already it was more than half-way healed - almost gone. He healed far faster than a human would. Getting out of bed, the tall youth stretched, gingerly running a hand over the partially healed wound. Good food and rest was always something that helped with healing. Quietly opening the door, he slipped into the living room. Seeing Yukon sleeping, he moved to return the favor - he let a blanket rest over her form before moving into the kitchen. I will earn my keep, even if she says there is no need. The werewolf brushed his layered white hair out of his face, rolling his dark sleeves up and starting the water so he could do the dishes. I'm not useless. - Esmé watched the second wolf run off before opening the door, stepping out to look at Kilo's wounded paw, the woman moved toward the house. "Come on," she said quietly, softly motioning for the wolf to follow. "I'll take a look at that in the light and get it patched up." Yukon swarmed some as she felt the warmth of the blanket, but smiled in her sleep. She woke slightly haring the water run. Blinking she realized the water was running. She sat up slightly and looked to the kitchen."oh, your awake", she said yawning. Hero tail wagged and followed quietly, looking around slightly. Kijo blinked and waited with casino before following her inside and shook off the snow, before actually entering. Looking around he looked up at her. Cassidy unlocked her bedroom door, guiding Hero inside before closing it and making sure it was latched shut behind her. "But I need some sleep soon," the elf said, a flit of green energy sparking about her long pointed ears and then down to rest on her shoulder. Looking around, the small woman grabbed a comforter off the bed, pulling it onto the floor and wrapping herself up in it. Patting the ground next to her, she huddled down to get comfortable. "You aren't so bad, you know?" - Hearing Yukon's voice, Carlisle glanced over his shoulder with a slight smile. "No need to get up," he called to her, nodding at the sink. "I'm only cleaning up after the wonderful meal you made." Wiping a smear of soapy water off of his cheek, the werewolf returned to his job. Scrubbing a few plates, he set them aside to dry, and then moved to the silverware. The instant he picked them up, he let out a muted gasp, dropping them into the sink. Silver. Nursing a burned finger, Carlisle silently chided himself to be more careful. Of course, dropping the silverware into the sink had splashed a substantial amount of the soapy liquid out onto his shirt and a few drops up into his face. With a quiet sigh, the tall male moved to clean up the new mess he'd made, gingerly avoiding touching anything with his burned hand. - Esmé brushed a bit of snow off of her cloak before hanging it in a corner, moving to put more wood in the fireplace. "Let me see that paw," she said softly, grabbing a bit of water and a rag, as well as a large towel and cleaning ointment. Bandages soon followed, along with a needle and thread. Sitting in front of the brick fireplace, Esmé patted the ground in front of her, wondering if the large wolf would listen. "I don't want it getting infected, dear." Yukon blinked and jumped up running or to him."are you okay?", he asked bending down beside him. Extream worry on her face."what happened?", she asked softly and looked at his hand seeing the burn."oh, Wei the water to hot?", she asked. Hero wagged his tail and going over to her, he laid beside her and nuzzled her neck and then laid his head onto his paws. Kijo carefully went over to her and sat down in front of her lifting his paw to her, and licked her face quickly. Cassidy laughed quietly, nuzzling the wolf back playfully before he lay down. Patting his furry head, the elf yawned. "No creepy growling, alright?" she said to the wolf, brushing her red hair out of her face. "Good night." - Carlisle shook his head, his white hair sifting into his face as he did so. Seeing her worry, the werewolf merely smiled tightly. "One of the pans was still hot," he said, hating that he had to lie. "I'm alright." His brown eyes moved toward the dishes again, and he slowly started to do them, careful to keep a rag between himself and the silverware. "Thank you for your concern." - Esmé chuckled quietly, wiping her face off on her shoulder before inspecting Kilo's paw. "This is going to hurt, love." Slowly cleaning the wound, she then disinfected it. . . And then stitched it up. . . And cleaned it again before wrapping it. Despite taking a while, it was done well. "Does it feel alright?" the dark-haired woman asked as though she'd receive an answer, inspecting the wrapped paw carefully. Yukon frowned."please please please let me see", she said looking worried. She didn't like seeing people get hurt. Kijo whined as she tended his wound but once done she set her paw down and whined slightly but was able to walk alright. Hero nodded once and licked her Creek once more before laying his head down. ((Wow. Sorry for the massive delay! I was working on replying to all my threads when I realized this one was gone. :cry: I had to dig it up again!)) Cassidy was asleep within minutes, her head resting back against the bed, hands lingering in her lap. As long as she had been awake, the elf had stroked the wolf's fur. . . It was rather obvious when she'd fallen asleep. - The broad-shouldered male hesitated when Yukon asked to see his burns, and slowly dried his hands off before presenting them to her. A few burns marred his palms and fingers, as though he'd grabbed onto the silverware for a few seconds too long - though they weren't even warm. "I'll be fine," Carlisle said quietly, the slightest of frowns on his face. - When Hero had walked around, Esmé clasped her hands together happily. Her pale face melted into an expression of relief, and she moved to put her supplies away. "I wasn't sure if I could do it justice," she said to the wolf, moving to the kitchen to rummage around for some food. It wasn't long before she had a bowl of water set out for Hero, and she smiled slightly as she set it down for him. ((it's okay its happens to all of us ^^))Yukon looked at them."at least let me wrap that .... and no more dish washing for you", she said gently leading him back to the couch. She ran to the bathroom and came out with gaze. Hero watched Cascade sleep before sighing and also drifted off to sleep. Kijo watched Esmé walk into the kitchen, seeing the water his tail wagged and went to the bowl and started to drink the water. ((Cassidy should remain sleeping until morning. . . Unless something wakes her up. XD)) - Carlisle seemed slightly bothered that he couldn't even do the dishes without hurting himself. In a pack, he could fend for himself. But as a human - it was a bit harder. The werewolf let Yukon lead him back into the living room, and slowly took a seat on the couch as the girl left the room. "Accursed life of a wanderer," the male growled under his breath, shaking his head in irritation. The action caused his snow-white hair to fall into his face, but Carlisle ignored it. Instead, he stared at his hands which hung before him. Elbows resting on his knees, the youth stared ahead of him, thinking. When Yukon returned, his brown eyes immediately flickered up to her face, and he leaned back so she could do what she wished. "Thank you again," he murdered, sighing quietly. - The woman watched as Kilo slurped up the water, and then moved back into the pantry to dig around for a while before returning. "I don't have much to feed you," she said, kneeling down with a small box of crackers, "but if you're hungry, I'll let you eat." ((lol alrighty))Yukon looked up at his face and smiled."it's fine ... I love to help".she said softly. Kijo looked at the craters then at her. He shook his head whining some and nosed the box towards her and laid down watching her. Cassidy suddenly stiffened - she was dreaming. Tossing about for a few moments, she woke with a start, and shoved Hero away from her lap with a squeak of fright. Her bright green eyes were wide, and the elf slowly calmed herself. "I had a dream that you were human," the red-head whispered, slowly slipping back under the blanket and leaning back against the bed. Petting the wolf's head, Cassidy smiled weakly. "You tried to kill me." She shook her head, her thick hair falling over her shoulders. "I think I've read too many werewolf stories today." - A light dusting of a blush fell over Carlisle's cheeks, and he met Yukon's gaze for a few moments before slowly offering his hands to her. She was there to help - and she didn't mind. The werewolf blushed a bit darker when he thought about their current situation - alone, with no one else anywhere even close. His brown eyes moved to his burned hands, and he cleared his throat quietly before speaking. "You are very kind," he said huskily, swallowing. "I couldn't ask for better aid." - When Kilo pushed the box back toward her, Esmé smiled slightly. Sitting down on the floor not far from him, the slender woman took a cracker out of the box and nibbled on it. "Are you sure you don't want any?" she asked a few minutes later, holding out half of the small bit of food in her hand.

Esmme&IchirusVampireGirl werewolf_human + one farieRP|rating:2.0

The Summoning Went Awry (Top Cat & mannik)

Ethan Thorne was the greatest Summoner who ever lived. Well, that was his fantasy, anyway - that he'become great Summoner. He had performed well in his high school's Magic 101 class, with an aptitude for summoning, something none of the other students had shown any talent in. It seemed to comeeasyto him. He'd summoned a homunculus and then an imp in class, to the surprise of his teacher and the rest of the class. He was disappointed that he'd been forced to release the imp and let the homunculus dissolve, but it showed he had a rare ability, nonetheless. So he was very disappointed when the class went on to the next brand of magic, which he had no talent for at all. Why would he want to be a Healer, anyway? Nobody told stories of the great and powerful Healer, who saved the country from... He scratched his head, trying to think what a Healer could SAVE anyone from. Death, sure. Maybe diseases? But that wasn'theroic. His Senior year in high school ended shortly after, with him graduating. His grades were terrible, but good enough to rubber-stamp his diploma and shove him out the door. No Colleges of Imagery or Summoning were knocking at his door. Who needs them, anyway?he thought.There are troves of information on the Parapet, I can teach myself. He spent months poring over information, but it always seemed like the best information fell short of actually telling him how to do a summon. He knew enough to know that summoning without a circle was bad, reallybad, so he didn't even try. But there were no do-it-yourself circles online, either. The information was dangerous enough that untrained people could do a LOT of damage, so it was one of the types of Proscribed Magic - not illegal, but not allowed to be posted freely on the Parapet. Ethan grew impatient, frustrated. He was starting to wear out his welcome at home, where he and his sister lived with their aunt. His aunt wouldn't kick him out, but she'd sure make it hard for him to get anything done without a job. His "allowance" had dried up, and while she made sure that he had food and a roof over his head, he still felt like she wasn't doingenoughfor him. Even his sister had stopped talking to him, lately. He was out looking around, riding his third-rate hovering carpet (nowhere near as cool as aflyingcarpet, really) around town, when he saw what looked like a damaged spell book poking out of a dumpster downtown. His heart raced. Would it have anything he could use? He flipped through the damaged (scorched!) pages quickly, and found what he was looking for - a summoning spell and circle. Or... most one. The page the circle was on was only half there - the rest had burned off. And the instructions were incomplete. But he had something to work with! Even better, the spell was for summoning succubus. What hot-blooded teenage boy wouldn'want a sex demon at his beck and call? He could keep her from draining his life-force, of course - she wouldn't be allowed to. He'd make sure of that. He hovered back home at high speed, and went to the roof to try the summoning circle. It took him three hours to draw out the half-circle that he could see. He was certain that all he needed to do was copy the rest of the circle from the part he had. He finished that in another hour, hastily finishing up the circle, making sure that it was sealed, at least. No way for the demon to get out now, unless and until he allowed it. With a flourish and a little too much flamboyance, he started casting the spell, fitting in the words he thought were missing. He reached the crescendo of the spell, felt the power surge through him......and nothing happened. Frowning, he flipped through the damaged pages again, rereading the spell carefully. Again, with much less flair, he started casting the spell, certain that he'd gotten it right. He reached crescendo of the spell, felt the power surge... and again, nothing happened." Damn waste of my time," he grumbled. "This must be why it was thrown out - it's useless." He kicked the edge of the summoning circle, blowing the chalk away and breaking the protective ring. Again, a flair of energy washed past him, almost too quickly for him to notice. What he didn't know... was that the spells were a success, of sorts. He hadpartiallysummoned a succubus, twice. But only the spirit of the succubi were there, not the full summoning. He didn't have the training or the know-how to see or sense spirits, and breaking the protective circle... let them free. They were still connected to him, but not as completely as he might like. The demonic spirits he had summoned could not remain as they were. Formless entities without substance and force. Had he left the circle unbroken, they would have likely gone mad or consumed one another. But the moment that barrier failed they were free to seek bodies among the mortals. The closest available were right below the roof. His voluptuous aunt and nubile sister were sleeping peacefully in their beds. Unaware of the ravenous spirits Ethan had just unleashed into their home. No wards were prepared, no precautions taken to protect themselves from demonic possession. Easy pickings for the devious spirits. The aunt's soul practically sang to them. Susan had taken in her sister's kids when their mother died. She herself only 25 at the time. Since then, opportunities for romance have been...non-existent. Any guy she brought home either ran off at the sight of kids, or the kids themselves would ruin things in some way. And now, a decade and some change later she was pushing 40 and her biological clock was ticking. She was a walking beacon of sexual frustration that the succubi actually fought over before one was left to seek out the sexy little sister. Rosa Thorne was just a year younger than her brother, and still in her senior year. She had a boyfriend of course, a girl as cute as her had no shortage of guys sniffing up her skirt. But she wasn't the sort of girl to go spreading her legs for every guy that made her feel pretty. In fact her boyfriend had only managed to get her to jerk him off, and that's been after three years of officially dating. A purer heart that would be more difficult...but the succubus entering her would make due. No human could resist their lust forever. The following morning Ethan would wake to find his sister had beaten him to the shower. It was a school day, so that was no surprise. What was a surprise was the sounds she was making. Something about the feel of the warm water moving down her body just made her feel so...she had just been cleaning herself, but once she started rubbing her pussy, she found it hard to stop. Like her body was awakening to the sexual desires she'd been repressing for the first time.Meanwhile, downstairs his aunt Susan was making breakfast. Her round and voluptuous hips bouncing and swaying to a tune she was humming to herself. She had such an erotic dream last night. It still made her warm and tingly as she thought about it. She had never had a lesbian dream before. But last night she dreamt about a beautiful woman crawling into her bed. The things they did...it had felt so real, those fingers inside her...the heat of her tongue in her mouth and against her breast. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together as she thought about it, not even noticing her nephew was up yet. Ethan went to bed, tired and depressed. He knewsomethinghappened, but he had no idea what. And he clearly hadn't summoned a naked, large-breasted demons to fuck senseless. He didn't realize, of course, that he couldn't fuck a succubus senseless - she'd be drawing energy from his sexual state, and could keep going as long as he could. Put a succubus in a college dorm room, and she could have sex for days, possibly even weeks, without needing sleep, food, or water. Which is to say - he'd be senseless long before she was. But none of that mattered to Ethan. He didn't get what he wanted, and he was too self-centered to think that something might have still happened that he wasn't aware of. So he slept a fitful sleep, and got up at the usual time in the morning, feeling tired, grumpy, and more than a little bit horny. Wearing just his underwear, an old robe, and some slippers, he trundled out of his bedroom, expecting to get his usual shower and breakfast. His mood wasn't helped by his sister hogging the shower. She was usually done by the time he got down, but today, she was still in there. And it sounded like... well, she was a virgin, so she couldn't get sex in there, could she? Aunt Sub would know better than he would if there was another man in the house. But the quiet little gasps certainlysoundedlike she was having sex. He pounded on the door. "Come on, Rosie, get your ass going! You're going to be late, and you're using up all the hot water!" After a moment of waiting for a response, he sighed. No answer. Whatever she was doing was more interesting to her than fighting with her brother, apparently. He trudged out to the kitchen, and stopped in the doorway. His aunt's hips were moving like...like a woman in a porn movie, really, he thought. It certainly wasn't helping his mood. He was sure she got more sex than he did. "Morning, Aunt Sub," he grumbled. "Double bacon today?" Susan had stopped her booty bouncing when she heard Ethan speak up. She hadn't even planned to cook bacon, but the moment he asked for it, she felt compelled to give the young man what he wanted. The demonic soul inside of her bound to her nephew's will. "Of course sweetie!" She says with a smile on his direction before she goes to the fridge and bends over to reach for the bottom shelf. Her yoga pants stretched tighter across her voluptuous backside, the lack of lines revealing the woman hadn't put on any panties! She was just feeling sexy today, and didn't know why. Even the thought of her nephew checking out her ass gave her a certain perverse thrill, one she didn't expect." Will eight pieces be enough?" She asks, moving back to the stove and putting a fresh pan on the top and turning it on. "Anything else I can do?" She adds, glancing over her shoulder at her nephew with a smirk. Ethan blinked suspiciously. He hadn't noticed his aunt's lack of panties, but he certainly noticed her different mood. She wasn't nagging him, wasn't being critical. And she had a...glow about her. Her curves were looking enticing, and he couldn't help but notice her visible cleavage in her casual blouse as she turned between the kitchen stations. No bra, thathe noticed. It wasn't as though he'd never looked at her that way, but he was well past the stage of being turned on by any attention from anyone without a Y chromosome. And...eight pieces of bacon? She didn't usually make that many for all three of them, much less for just him. And she was asking him if he needed help with anything. He wondered what the catch was. "Not... right now, Aunt Sub." He waffled over whether to talk with her, and decided that half the truth was better than none. "I'm thinking about heading to the library today, do some studying on some spell casting," he said. "I have a tricky problem that doesn't make sense, and..." he paused, trying to figure out just how much to say, "... I should really investigate the details before I try anything." "What kind of spell are you trying to cast?" His aunt asks as she cooks the bacon. "I need to go to the store anyway, I could stop by Mr. Chen's and pick you up some reagents if you need." She offers casually, which was definitely odd. She was normally bitching at him to stop wasting time with such nonsense and do something actually productive. She finished cooking and put the bacon into a bowl which she set on the table just as Rosa walks in, hair still wet from the shower but otherwise dressed and ready for school. "Ooh! Bacon!" She says with a grin as she sees the bowl of bacon and reaches for some, only to have her hand slapped by her aunt Susan. "That's not for you! It's your brother's!" she scolds the girl. Something was definitely going on... Rosa was usually the one getting the special treatment and praise from Susan." Well what am I supposed to eat?" Rosa protests. "I made you an egg and some toast." Susan replies as she puts another plate on the table and then finally her own. "Now eat up...you've got to get to school young lady." Susan adds, earning a grunt from Rosa. "Ugh, can't I just stay home with you and Ethan?" Rosa asks, which wasn't really like her either. Sure, she didn't love school, but she was always eager for her chance to see Todd, that muscle-bound jerk of a boyfriend of hers. And she definitely never considered Ethan good company...not for several years now at least. Ethan mumbled an incoherent answer to the question. Aunt Sub would never approve of summoning a succubus, of all things. Would she?he looked at her with renewed suspicion. She'd been upset about catching him watching succubus taming videos on the Parapet a few months back. Lectured him about treating women as sex objects. That always confused him - wasn't that what succubi were? But he wouldn't have to address that, as her attention seemed to be suitably diverted by Rosa's appearance. He nodded as Susan scolded Rosa about going to school. "She can have a few of the bacon, Aunt Sub. That's a little too much for me, anyway." He sat down, wondering what the hell was going on. Both of the women in his household were acting strange. But he'd already known that - both would get a little snappish around a certain time of the month. This was... practically the opposite. But itwasgetting close to their "monthly visitor." Maybe this was a different kind of PMS? He didn't know. He waved a dismissive hand at Rosa. "You've got class in 20 minutes. I'm going to the library, and..." an idea popped into his head, since his aunt was being so helpful. "Hey, Aunt Sub, maybe we could go to the mall and get a new pair of shoes? These are getting a bit worn down." It was true - the shoes had a few tears, and his small toe was visible in a hole on the right shoe. She already knew that - she had previously insisted that the soles were still fine, and that if he wanted shoes that looked good, he could pay for them himself. With his job. That he still didn't have. "New shoes!?" Aunt Susan says in surprise. Almost sounding like she was going into one of her get a job rants before she just smiled widely. "That sounds wonderful! I'll get you some shoes, then we can stop by 'Secret Drawer'. I've been meaning to poke in there and see what they have." She says with a legitimately happy grin. Secret drawer...that was the name of a lingerie shop, wasn't it? Did Aunt Susan seriously just suggest they go shopping for lingerie together!?" Ugh! No fair!" Rosa protests. "Why does he get new shoes!? I keep asking for a new purse, but you just tell me to save my money!" She complains. "Well he asked nicely!" Susan replies, honestly not knowing why she had suddenly caved so easily to his childish demand for something he should be handling himself. Even stranger was that Rosa had no argument. He did ask...and part of her wanted him to have those shoes too. Rosa just dropped it and ate her breakfast, Todd would be there soon to pick her up. Sure enough, she had just popped the last piece of toast into her mouth when the jock started banging on their door in that obnoxious way of his. "That's my man...see you!" She says as she stands up, pausing to give her brother a brief kiss on the cheek before rushing out the door." Man...ha!" Susan just chuckles. "That girl wouldn't even know what to do with a man." She adds as she starts to clean the table. Ethan was pleased that Susan had gone along with his request for new shoes. He was still a little concerned at her behavior - and his sister's - but he was willing to write that off as her just being in a good mood. She'd been generous in the past, while he was still in high school, after all. He snorted at his sister's whine about the purse. A purse was nowhere near the level of importance of shoes. You could go out without a purse. You could get hired without a purse. He'd been rejected from a couple of jobs because of the shoddy state of his apparel - one was so blunt about it that he'd just looked down at Ethan's beat-up sneakers with a sneer, like he'd stepped on something nasty. Ethan finished his breakfast and headed back up to get changed. The Library should have some answers he needed. They had books and tomes that covered even higher-tier magic, but getting to the higher-grade stuff required that he show a magic license along with a library card. But he didn't need that... the entry-level books should give him the information he needed... he hoped. He got to his room, and started undressing. After a moment, he realized that he hadn't showered yet, and headed down the hall in just the robe. He hoped that it had been enough time since his sister was done for the hot water to refill. Susan finishes up the last of the dishes before heading upstairs to gather clothes for laundry. "Hurry up Ethan, I do have work later, so if you want to get to the mall best not to wait too late." She says in the bathroom door as she passes it heading into his room to collect his clothes too. While in his room she noticed the corner of a magazine poking out from under his mattress. She knew what it likely was. What boy his age didn't have porn somewhere in their room? But instead if thinking of ways to rub his face in his 'disgusting' habits like she normally would have, she found herself looking through the magazine, feeling a peculiar curiosity about what turned him on. She couldn't help but wonder what he would do if he ever saw her dressed like these sluts. She kind of got distracted by the magazine in her hands that she completely didn't notice the water shutting off in the bathroom or his footsteps approaching the door. Her eyes go wide when he walks in on her actually reading his porn. "Ethan!...is the sort of thing that turns you on!?" She asks, waving the magazine at him and resorting to the scolding mother figure in hopes he didn't notice her own blush and obvious interest in the material. Ethan's mind was a blank while he showered. It was the one place in his life where he could stop thinking for a bit, and just enjoy the sensations of the shower. Thankfully, the heater had recharged enough that he was done before the heat gave out. Clean, refreshed, and feeling ready to take on the shitty world again. He absolutely was not expecting his aunt to be in his room, looking at his BDSM porn; his robe was already half off his body as he stepped into his room. Susan would get a good look at his penis - not the biggest or most impressive, but 8 inches and thick. And getting an unexpected erection. He quickly pulled the robe around to cover his privates and stepped inside, away from the door. "Susan!" he shouted. Upset, and intent to show it; he almost always called her, "Aunt Sub," except when he was angry, and trying to rub her face in the fact that she wasn't his mother. Right now, though, thanks to her aura, the porn she was looking at, andher incomplete outfit, he wanted to rub her face in something else entirely. "Yes, I do. I like women with big tits, down on their knees, taking deep-throats from their master's cock." There, he thought, that'll embarrass her enough to get her out of my room. Susan's eyes immediately went to the cock bobbing between his legs, seeing how it throbbed and stiffened as he saw her with his porn. She smirks at his reaction as he ducks behind the wall and tries to embarrass her with his words. "Well, young man..." She says as she steps around the door frame." Compared to my porn...this is kind of tame." She teases with a grin as she pushes the magazine into Ethan's chest. "Might need that to take care of your little problem..." She adds with a laugh teasingly poking his boner through his robe before going off to her own room, her hips swaying sensually with each step down the hall. She couldn't believe she actually touched his dick! It was just a brief poke...but still...that was so not an aunt thing to do. But that just bare it all the more exciting...she was being bad, and it made her feel sexy. Ethan stood just inside his room for more than a minute. What... what the hell just happened? He'd seen his aunt be kind, angry, even insulting once. He'd never seen her like that, though. Furthermore, he looked down at the porn magazine. And... this is tame to her? He finally shook his shock off, and got dressed. He put on a pair of dark denim slacks (a half-step up from blue jeans), a slightly irreverent polo shirt with a vaguely-rude Deadpool image in place of the usual logo, and his beat-up shoes on black socks. Furthermore, he didn't think he'd have time to fill out any job applications while they were at the mall since Susan would be dropping him off at the library afterward, but it could be good to wear, anyway. Once he was as ready as he was likely to get, he stared down at the magazine, now laying forlornly on his bed. No need to hide them now, he thought, feeling a little surly. He dug out the half-dozen other magazines he'd stashed, and stacked them on his dresser. Tame, huh? Go through that... Most of them were actually tamer than the one she'd found, but one was succubus porn, out-and-out naughty in all the right ways. The succubus that was the "star" of this month's issue went from being "captured" (which was faked for the pictures, of course) to being "tamed" by her new owner, to finally being the centerpiece for a gang-bang that got larger every other page. By the end of the episode, she was pleasuring seven men at once, in the middle of a busy street intersection - one in each hand, one in her ass, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, and two with her tail, and there were six more men that were dealing with three more succubi who had appeared in the last few pages without any explanation, for no reason other than to up the kink factor. With that done, he trotted into the bathroom, gave his hair a once-over brushing, and came back out. "I'm ready to go, Aunt Sub," he called down to her room, acting like nothing had happened. "Oh? Not going to stroke your little cock first?" She asks teasingly. Part of her actually liked the idea of him off in his room jerking it to thoughts of his sexy aunt. She just giggles and ruffles his hair before heading downstairs to put on her shoes and grab her purse and keys. "Well come on then...let's get going." She says as she heads for the door. It wasn't a long drive to the mall, but the whole drive she found herself glancing over at Ethan. For some reason she wasn't seeing him as the bratty teen she had raised. But rather a sex starved young man ripe for the taking. She tried to shake off the thoughts of it, but they kept bubbling up to the surface of her mind." Here we are...hope they have what you want." She says with a smile before climbing out the car. Every guy they passed on the way to the shoe shop turned her head to check Susan out, most watching her luscious backside bouncing and swaying as she walked. Even Ethan was probably captivated by its rhythmic swaying and bouncing. Susan's teasing comment flustered Ethan. It was so different from her normal demeanor, he had no way to deal with it. And yet, it still stuck in his mind. While they were driving to the mall, he found himself imagining grabbing her by the neck, forcing her down onto her knees, and shoving his cock in her mouth. Which, in the daydream-fantasy, she started sucking like a veteran porn star, bobbing aggressively to get the entire length in her mouth... The daydream popped as the car stopped. He had a hard-on again, and it was allherfault. It started to dawn on him that maybe she wasflirtingwith him, in a rather kinky way. He watched her as they got out of the car - and noticed that in the time it took to get to the mall, she'd unbuttoned her blouse again, looking for all the world like a well-maintained cougar, looking for a clueless cub to pounce on. It was like her sex drive was now on overdrive, and she didn't care who saw it. He walked quickly to the shoe store, trying to stay ahead of her. He couldn't even get the erection to go away - it was staying at half-mast constantly, now. What the hell is going on?he wondered, as he stepped into the shoe store. He knew the shoes that he wanted, a pair of more sedate black Oxford-style shoes, something more business-like. Hewantedto get a halfway-decent job to help support the household, but the refusals killed his ego, made it hard for him to keep going. The shoes would help make him look more professional, and that might turn the occasional "no" into a "maybe." He didn't notice Susan again until he sat down to try on the shoes. He couldn't tell from where he was, but she seemed to be flirting with the blonde cashier. I didn't know she swung that way, he thought idly, shoving his feet into the shoes. That makes some of the insulting comments about my dick make more sense, I guess... Having done the minimum needed activity for buying shoes, he pulled them back off again, dropped them in the box, and slid his comfortable old sneakers back on. With box in hand, he headed toward the check-out counter, joining his aunt and looking to see what they were talking about. "Well, every time I bring a guy home it's a disaster...so I've been thinking of trying a woman instead." Susan says with a seductive grin at the cashier as her nephew approached. Her own cheeks were a rosy blush as that erotic dream resurfaced. She could hardly believe she was saying that, but the pretty cashier had come onto her first. And it was really fun to flirt." Oh, and this is my nephew." Susan introduces as she takes the shoes and sets them on the counter to. "Mmm...he's cute too." The cashier says with a grin, looking at him hungrily then back at Susan, clearly picturing a threesome. "Would love to play with you both...but my boyfriend wouldn't be down with that." The blond says as she rings up the purchase, sounding honestly regretful about it." Hope you like the shoes' sweetie." Susan says, giving him a hug on the way out the door. "Now to buy some things for Aunt Sub." She declares and tugs him off toward the lingerie shop. She'd already seen a few styles in Ethan's porn she wanted to try on. And who better to model for than him? After all, she could always trust him to tell her his opinion. It wasn't exactly rare for her to model her dresses for him before a date...but this would be a first for him, but somehow she knew he would enjoy it. Ethan was entirely accustomed to going clothes shopping - first with his mother, and then occasionally with his aunt. It had been a few years since she last took him along, though, and it certainly hadn't been for lingerie. Despite that, he followed obediently, knowing that at least part of his job here was to carry her purchases. That's all she wanted, right? As they stepped into Secret Drawer, a sales clerk stepped out to greet them. "Good morning, folks," she said, with a gleam in her eye. "What can I help you with?" The woman, Melanie, was single and in her mid-30's. She'd broken up with her boyfriend just a few nights prior due to him cheating, and was more than ready for a rebound fuck. While she'd normally never do anything inappropriate while at work, though, Susan's lust aura pushed her over the edge. If he's not her boy-toy, I'm Madonna, she thought, eyeing Ethan out of the corner of her eye while talking to Susan. And I deserve a little fun. Ethan, trying not to look around like some clueless pervert, failed to notice Melanie's attention, beingcluelessin an entirely different fashion. Susan picked up on Melanie's lustful looks. The succubus within her could practically smell the eagerness on the woman. "Well... Melanie." Susan begins, momentarily distracted by the sight of her ample bussom as she went to read her name tag. "It's been FAR too long since I last had anything not plastic or battery operated inside me..." Susan announces bluntly, probably giving poor Ethan a heart attack from the frank confession." So I'm looking for a little something that guys will have trouble saying no to." She finishes with a grin as she glances toward her nephew "...and I want your honest opinion of how my ass looks in them." She adds, handing him her purse and walking off with the sales woman to go pick out something sexy. The first thing she tried on was a corset and lace ensemble. The black corset hugged her frame tightly and pushed her ample breasts up and together, magnifying her already juicy cleavage. The lacy black panties was high cut, the lines of them accenting her sex appeal." So Ethan...how do I look?" She asks giving him a little twirl before bending over to wiggle her ass at him. "Is this ass worth jerking to?" She asks with a grin. Ethan had been sitting on a cushioned bench, waiting for his aunt to be finished. Given the weirdness of the day so far, he was half expecting her to be getting it on with that cute clerk that had clearly been hitting on him... or her... or both... His face flushed as he started imagining a threesome with the two of them. Yeah, right, he thought, That kind of thing only happens in the fake porn magazine mail. "Dear Slumlord, you'll never believe what happened to me..." So he was caught off-guard when his own aunt came out, wearing a tight corset and something thatclaimedto be a pair of panties. What she was wearing showed off more skin - and especially more deliberately-sculpted cleavage - than he'overseen from his aunt. Even her swimsuit covered more than this. His flush turned into a blush, and he had a hard time coming up with an answer, especially since she was stillteasinghim about the magazine. "Well I think it's hot as hell." The clerk speaks up since Ethan was having trouble finding his tongue. "Oh, but that particular set comes with a collar...oh, there it is!" She adds, pointing over toward where the stunned boy was sitting. SOMEONE had left it over next to him while picking out the rest of the outfit. Susan grinned, moving to get on her knees in front of him, her hands moving to softly grip his thighs as she looks up at him. "Well...you going to put it on?... Master?" She asks, that last part meant to be a joking tease referring to the porno conversation. But something about calling him that just felt...right. The succubus inside her bound to him in infernal contract, and feeding from the desire of the two mortals in the room. Growing stronger and in turn strengthening the aura of lust surrounding Susan. Ethan was turned on, unquestionably, but this was taking the joke too far. "Only if you buy a matching set of handcuffs or arm brace to go with it," he said gruffly. His hands felt the cold steel of the collar, and he picked it up to look at it. After a moment, he reached out and latched it around her neck with a soft click. He looked over at Melanie. "Go get the hand fucks...HANDCUFFS," he corrected, feeling a little overstimulated. "And... how much do you cost as an add-on?" His hands reached down to stroke Susan's nipples, making brief contact before he realized that he and hisauntwere getting very close to starring in a public performance of one of his magazines' stories. He stood up and took a step away, turning away from Susan with his face burning red in aroused embarrassment. "Mmm...right away, sir." Melanie says with a seductive purr before spinning around to go find a pair of handcuffs. She returns dangling the shiny cuffs with a grin. There were just cheap costume cuffs that can be easily escaped due to a little safety switch. But it was plenty for the fantasy. "A beautiful woman like her and a handsome young thing like you? I'd consider it my tip for such excellent service." She answers his second question with a smile as she approaches Susan with the cuffs. Susan moans softly as her nephew begins to toy with her breasts. "I can see how hard you are Ethan..." Susan taunts with a grin, the throbbing bulge in his pants was impossible to miss. "You're not having dirty thoughts about me are you?" She asks sensually. "I certainly am..." Melanie says as she kneels down behind Susan, reaching around her to clip a cuff around her wrist. She grins as she stands up, pulling the sexy milf to her feet as well, leading her over toward the dressing room where she looped the chain of the handcuffs through a handicap assist handrail before cuffing her other wrist. The low height of the rail forcing Susan into a bent position, her ass and pussy barely covered by her skimpy panties and pointed right at Ethan. Melanie bites her bottom lip as she admires the scene before reaching out to rub the woman's ass before giving it a resounding slap that made Susan moan out in pleasure. Ethan stared, his mouth slack. This was something right out of the porn Twilight Zone. His own aunt, making it very clear that she wanted his cock inside of her. A lingerie attendant, egging them both on, with the wide-open door to the mall only feet away. He stepped up, his logic being overridden by his sheer horniness, exaggerated by Susan's succubus aura. His hand slid down inside the already-wet panties that Susan was wearing, his fingers separating her pussy lips gently. His cock throbbed at the possibility. He glanced over at Melanie. "Two things. First, I want to see you in something kinkier than this. Now." His hand started to slide its way into Susan's pussy, two fingers going in teasingly slow. "Second, if you agree to Dothan, I want you to come to my house tonight, as my slave. You'll do anything I ask, no exceptions." He was sure that there was no way that a total stranger would agree to any of that, but sense left an hour ago. Hour. Hours! Susan needed to get to work..." Susan," he said, fingers still in her. "You need to get to work, but we also need to finish your shopping." His fingers started thrusting fast and hard, trying to get her off in the way he'd seen in porn movies. "If this is what it takes, fine, you'll both be my slaves tonight." His cock throbbed again, as though it knew that it was being denied. "And you'll both get fucked good and hard." Feeling her nephew's fingers inside her was so...sinful! Every logical part of her mind was screaming that this was wrong and needed to stop. But it felt oh so good! The succubus inside her dialing her sex drive to 11 and feeding off the wet and quivering results. Susan actually whimpered as Ethan reminded her of her job. The older woman pushing her hips back to meet his hand and help guide his fingers to where she wanted. "Right there!..." She moans out as she feels his fingers working inside of her and putting pressure on her g-spot. She bit her lip as his fingers drove her to orgasm, her pussy squeezing around her nephew's fingers as she cums hard. The sheer taboo of the whole thing helping her reach that peak sooner. Suddenly the relentless waves of desire suddenly ended, leaving Susan feeling very confused and very aware of what just happened. She could hardly speak as she freed herself from the cuffs and returned to the dressing room, only to realize she hadn't worn any underwear anyway. Her blush only deepened as she put on her clothes over the lingerie she just got fingered by her nephew in. She'd actually have to wear it all day....and just wait until the women at work see it as she changes into her uniform! Needless to say she had to buy that set...and the handcuffs. Melanie even promised to bring one of her own favorites when she came over later. The strange unreal sensation Ethan had been feeling faded as quickly as it had for Susan. He was confused by the turn of events - his aunt hit on him, hard, and he had totally gone Alpha DOM onbothof the women in the store. Not that they had objected in the slightest... or refused. That gave him a weird sense of pride, but at the same time, confusion. It was hisaunthere... he glanced over at her, walking quietly back toward the car. It seemed so unreal, but there was no question about what had happened. His fingers were still a little sore from her tightening up on him as she came... and still smelled of her, as well. He resisted the urge to raise his hand and sniff his fingers, as confirmation. It would just make things worse. He was quiet as they drove to the library, and it wasn't until they arrived that he said anything. "I'll be here for a few hours, but I'll get home on my own. See you tonight." And with that, he turned away, heading up into the library. Part of his mind thought that investigating last night's failures seemed unimportant, but part of him disagreed. And so he went into the Stacks, and started looking for books on Summoning, particularly ones that dealt with summoning failures. Susan went straight to work after dropping off her nephew at the library. She had a boring day job, working the register for some big chain store specializing in simple enchantments. But today would prove to less boring than most. The moment she started undressing in the locker room to change into her store uniform, and her hands moved over the lace corset that same warm haze of arousal and inhibition filled her body. "What the fuck has gotten into me?" She asks herself. 'I know what I want to get in me...'her thoughts seem to answer as she imagines bending over for Ethan at home. No! Bad Susan!her conscience mentally scolds. She knew it was wrong to want those things...to do those things with her nephew. But she had seen, felt even just how into it, he actually was. He wanted her, even if he didn't want to admit. And as the hours wore on, that's all she found herself thinking about. How much she enjoyed the fact Ethan wanted her. Ethan spent hours going through the books. His first hour was entirely wasted, as none of the books seemed to deal with what he was looking for. He considered asking a librarian for help, but thought that might be too risky. Finally, he found a series of books that dealt with the topic of failed summoning, or - in his case - botched summoning. Reading it carefully, he realized that hemusthave summoned something- a miscast summoning would result in no magical power being moved, and he definitely felt the flow of casting. So that meant it was a botched summoning... The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he realized the implications. He'd failed the spell, he had actually summoned something. And he was certain that the spell was for a succubus.so why wasn't she there? What happened?he asked." Excuse me, sir," said the librarian, making Ethan jump. "The library is closing, and we do not allow the books in this section to be checked out." She started picking up the stack of books he'd amassed, moving them to the cart she'd brought along. "You can come back tomorrow - we open at 8 AM." Ethan nodded, embarrassed. He knew this library closed earlier than he liked - it was only 6 PM - but the other library in the area that stayed open later didn't have as deep of a section on magic that this one did. He'd learned something, though. As he was walking out, he frowned. So maybe a succubus spirit is following me around? He glanced up, despite knowing he wouldn't be able to see it. But... nothing happened while I was at the library for hours. And that librarian was cute... He worked through the logic of it while he was riding the bus back home. It seemed more likely that the succubus spirit was following his aunt, then. She'd been the most... horny, he thought. It seemed to make sense. He knew that he didn't have enough information, and he'd have to come back to the library tomorrow to get the rest of the information. He walked into the quiet house. His sister was often away with her boyfriend until mid-evening. Sometimes she didn't even show up in time for dinner. Ethan was certain that she'd been sleeping with him, although Aunt Sub didn't seem to see a problem with it. Aunt Sub was always so practical. Until today... That strange and lustful energy had certainly stayed with Susan all day. Every customer who came to her register just had to comment how beautiful she was. Or how much they'd like to fuck her. Normally she wouldn't have received such comments well at all. The men making them weren't exactly tactful. But for some reason, all she could do was smile and blush at all the sexual attention she was getting. Hell, even her co-workers were getting in on the action. Smacking her ass as they passed on their way to brake, pausing to press in close and whisper dirty things in her ear. She wasn't sure how long she could take whatever was happening. Something had to have happened. None of this was exactly normal. But something inside of her pointed out that she hadn't felt this good in years! For the first time, in a long time, she felt sexy. She felt wanted. She decided to see just what this strange new power was capable of, and twenty minutes before her shift, went to see her boss to ask for a raise. It took a bit more negotiating than she had expected, but an agreement was made. Not only would she have a raise, but she was being promoted! More hours meant she could drop her second job and have one less source of stress. But...she had to do something for her boss first. It felt so liberating! Which was strange considering he had her on her knees and was simply using her to get his rocks off. It didn't FEEL like that to her. As she stroked his hard cock, giving its length teasing licks, she felt in total control. He had been just as pent-up as he'd claimed, and all too soon he was moaning out in as he pumped his cum into her mouth. Sucking a guy off had always been fun for her, but never like this. His climax filled her with a warm sense of joy that almost felt like the afterglow of one of her own orgasms. It made her body tingle as a strange sort of energy coursed through her. "I...look forward to seeing more of you around here..." Her boss says with a dopey grin as she picks herself up and straightens her clothes. "I'm not doing this for you.... I just...want to be a better provider for my sister's kids." She replies, trying not to sound like a total whore. The drive home she kept thinking about what she had done. The human part of her feeling nothing but shame at having stooped so low for a promotion. But again that sensual and lustful voice speaks from inside her. It felt good, and more importantly, it worked! She had gotten something she knew she deserved. That promotion was a long time coming. It wasn't her fault she had to do something like that...it was her pig of a boss. But what would Ethan and Rosa think? She could never let them find out! Oh...but Ethan...the memory of the lingerie shop popped into her mind. God, she hoped he didn't hate her for that. Once she got home she opened the door, looking around the quiet house. "I'm home from work!" She calls out. Normally she'd have to come in, get changed, and head to her second job as waitress, but she figured she could call out considering everything that had just happened. She goes up to Ethan's room to see if he's still there, knocking softly on his door. "Ethan...you home?" She asks, opening his door to find him in his room. She wanted to apologize about what happened at the mall, but instead what came out was "Did you find what you needed at the library?" Ethan jumped as she opened his door. He was so lost in thought, he didn't hear her arrive home until then. "Oh, uh..." he hesitated. "I got some research done," he temporized, "but I still didn't get all the information I think I need." After a moment, he looked up, embarrassed. "Can you get dinner ready earlier than usual?" he asked, standing up. "I'll help. Our... guest will be here soon." He'd made sure to give Melanie their address. He had no problem with the idea of takinghermeasure, and more. But the idea of doing so with his aunt still left him uneasy. He had never considered the ramifications of owning a succubus at all - that he would have a lot more women in front of him than just her, that her aura would keep feeding him, and her, with all the sex they could manage. "Oh shit! I forgot we invited her!" Susan admits, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. "Though....we kind of did more than that didn't we?" She asks, unable to avoid the other things any longer since it would seem they would soon be doing much more. "I really didn't mean for any of that to happen... I mean.... At first, I was just going to pick up some nice underwear...for future dates, you know..." She says, trying to explain her deplorable behavior. "But when we got there, and Melanie was being all sexy... I...got turned on, and I guess took things too far..." She admits, that blush only growing deeper shades of red." But...too late to back out now..." She adds with a sigh. "Come on, let's get dinner started." She says, figuring they could continue the conversation while cooking. "I really don't know what's gotten into me lately.... I mean...everyone is looking at me different now. Like...like my big booty is the sexiest thing they'd ever seen." She explains the sort of day she had. "I feel like I should be...angry...like...they're treating me like some sex object. You know I've never stood for that....so...why does it make me so happy?" She asks, trying to come to terms with what was happening. Even now as she looked over at Ethan, she felt that warm haze starting to rise up. Clouding her mind and her judgement. "Even you fingering me in the store... I loved it. But I don't know why." She admits. Ethan followed Susan down the stairs, listening. She'd never told him about her romance, or romance issues, before. Hell, she barely talked about her jobs at all. But he took that in stride, now that he knew (or thought he knew) that she was being followed by a succubus spirit. Shit, he thought. If I tell her about that, it could ruin tonight... He smiled and nodded. "Maybe... you're opening yourself to new options?" he said. A moment later, he smacked himself in the face for the unintended double entendre. Those seemed to come fast and hard around succubi..." Maybe..." he tried again. "Maybe you just needed a good fuck..."god dammit, he thought. The succubi aura made it impossible to have a serious conversation without it going that way. He tried one more time. "Maybe you're just... in a... mood... for it?" he gasped out, trying to think each word out before saying it. He wasn't sure how long he could keep his mind on the matter. And hereallywanted the date - or whatever it was - with Melanie to go smoothly. "Maybe I do...hell, I KNOW I do..." Susan replies to his comments about her needing a good fuck. "But you really shouldn't be the one giving it to me... I mean... You're my sister's kid for fuck's sake! You know I love you, but... It's because of you I can't get laid in the first place!" She replies, feeling an all too familiar resentment bubble up to the surface of her mind. If he wasn't such an ass every time she brought a guy home this might not be happening. She would have never gotten this desperate...but new... Ethan just had to prove he was the cock of the walk and make everyone who was interested in his aunt feel like an enemy of their family.It's been years since she last had a date. Even longer since she last had sex...not counting today's unusual events. Part of her was really nervous that something was going to go horribly wrong tonight. "Can't believe I actually agreed to fuck another woman...or that I'm actually excited about it." She says to herself while stirring the mixed veggies. None of it should be happening at all...but it seemed like it was. "I've spent so many years trying to teach you kids to respect yourselves and women...not to be like my sister was and jump into bed with every guy she could..." She continues, for the first time actually admitting to them that their mother was something of a slut. Why else would she have had kids so young? "And now look at me...cooking a dinner for a woman I'm about to have a three-way with...with my nephew... I sucked my bosses cock today for a promotion... I feel like who I am and what I stand for is falling apart, and I don't know what to do about it." Ethan started to get defensive at Susan's comments, at the accusation that it washes fault that she wasn't getting laid. He wanted to go off on his own, about how those guys she brought home were assholes... but her rant continued, and he started to get a different sort of angry. As she finished her little tirade, he stepped over, put a hand around her waist, and said, "Susan." He waited until he had her attention, and said, "For god's sake, stop feeling sorry for yourself. So what if you gave your boss a blow job? You've been saying you deserved a raise for months. And now you're getting that raise, anda promotion." He paused for a moment, then considered, "And if the idea of the threesome bothers you, then just step back, play hostess, and let me have... whatever this thing with Melanie is." He took a breath, then curved his arm around, and cupped both of Susan's breasts, pulling her in front of him. "I promised you that I'd fuck both of you. It was crazy... no, it was insane. I made that promise in the heat of the moment, but that doesn't make it anylessof a promise. Do you want to free me from that promise? Or do you want this cock inside of you?" As he spoke those words her face went blank for a moment. The briefest of flashes of glimmering light flashed in her eyes as the succubus received its orders and enforced the change. "You're right...fuck feeling sorry for myself...hell, I enjoyed sucking his cock! Felt good to feel like a woman again." She declares with a sharp inhales, looking him up and down and reaching that conclusion... She was going to fuck his brains out." What the hell are you two talking about?" Rosa's voice asks from the archway into the kitchen. She could have sworn she heard her brother say something about his cock inside her...but then again, she'd had his cock on her mind all day. She could be sure." Oh... We met someone interesting at the mall and decided to have them over." Susan replies with a smile, no longer feeling ashamed or sorry of her sexual desires. Now closer to her brother in person, Rosa's own succubus stirred trying to push her toward the sin of incest and cement her claim on the girl's soul. With their faces so close together, Ethan saw the lights flickering in Susan's eyes - there was no way he could miss it. He frowned, trying to figure out what just happened. And then she snapped out of it with a new, hungrylook in her eyes. He started wondering if maybe he'd bitten off more than he could chew... The moment was shattered when Rosa stepped in. "Nothing important, Sis," he said loftily. "Aunt Sub and I are just... reexamining our relationship." That was true enough, wasn't it? He turned to look at his sister, and blinked. She left the house looking like her normal self, but now she was walking with a practiced strut, like she was trying to tease anyone watching her. "Anyway, we're having a guest over tonight, so I'll want you to stay in your room for most of the night. Or go out with your boyfriend..." he glanced at Susan. "Can we afford to send them to the movies for the evening?" "As if I'd go anywhere with that pig!" Rosa replies when Ethan suggests she go off with her boyfriend. "Oh? What's wrong, you two get in a fight?" Susan asks curiously, and Rosa's cheeks just went red. "He....wanted me to do things..." She admits. "Did you?" Susan asks. "NO! I... I remember what you've told me all these years....just 'us I'm pretty doesn't mean I have to be a slut!" She replies honestly. Though she had really, really wanted to just say yes, she resisted the succubus' attempts to corrupt her. If only for now." Well...good girl. But...that doesn't mean you should let him suffer either....you've been together for what? 2...3 years now? I'd say he's earned at least a taste by now..." Susan replies, saying something she would have NEVER said. Actually advocating for Rosa to be sexually active? That wasn't like her at all. If Ethan didn't see that the succubus he'd summoned had attached itself to his aunt...well, he's probably just not able to think with all the blood rushing from his brain and into his cock from her lustful aura. Hell, even as she spoke to Rosa she was bent over the counter slightly, her hips swaying enticingly in his direction. Practically begging him to pull down her shorts and just push into her. But that would have to wait. "Wait...why are you two wanting me to leave all of a sudden?" Rosa asks, smelling something suspicious. "Why can't I meet this friend too?" Ethan's face reddened. "I suppose it won't be much of a secret..." he admitted. "Melanie is coming over for..." he stopped, considering how to phrase it, and then shrugged. "...sex." He started wondering how much further it would go with her. Was this going to be a one-time thing, or had he effectively made her a girlfriend? The addition of his aunt to the equation made those calculations much hard...more difficult." Aunt Sub and I were at the mall," he explained. "While she was trying on some clothing, Melanie and I hit it off very well." And so did Melanie and Sub, he thought. He didn't even want to think about trying to explain the sex-charged event at the mall, andcertainlydidn't want to talk about how his relationship with his aunt was changing. And while he thought about the succubus spirit following Susan (as he thought the situation was), he didn't want to try to explainthattoanybodyuntil he knew what was going on. "And you're ok with that?" Rosa asked, unable to believe her aunt would let Ethan get away with having a girl over for sex. She wouldn't even let her have Todd over and close the door! "More than OK with it... I think it's a wonderful thing." Susan replies with a smile. "We both know how lonely and depressed your brother has been lately. A nice girl to have some fun with could be just what he needs...boost his confidence and help him land a job." She says, adding that last part as if it was secondary to his fun. Yet somehow, her logic seemed to make sense. The succubus within her own mind twisting her thoughts and making it hard to stay focused on just how strange and wrong everything about this was." Alright...well...try not to be too loud. I have a history of dimensional travel paper due in the morning, and I'll be working on it all night..." She says with a huff. So unfair, she had to do homework and her brother got to fuck his stupid brains out. "Let me know when dinner is ready." She says before heading upstairs to her room to TRY and get some work done. Ethan wanted to reassure his sister somehow, but he didn't know of a way to do it. He very much wanted to have Melanie over with him, and in his bed. It was his primary desire at the moment, but......his hand was on his aunt's ass. He wasn't quite sure when he put it there, but taking it away now might bring even more attention to the fact it was there." So, Aunt Sub," he said, hoping to cause a distraction that would enable him to reclaim his hand, "what do you need me to do to help out for dinner?" He wasn't a terrible cook, and Susan knew his skills as well as anyone. He wouldn't be making any complex dishes any time soon, but he could follow a recipe accurately and end up with edible food. "Oh, just help me chop vegetables and set the table." She says with a smile, helping him free his hand by simply turning around to step around him and to the fridge to get more ingredients. "So...what sort of things to you have planned for Ms. Melanie when she gets here?" Susan asks as she hands him some carrots to chop then fills a pot with water and puts it on to boil, figuring a nice beef stew should do nicely for dinner. Nothing too heavy, nor too light." Seems you have a thing for bondage...with how you asked for those handcuffs." She adds with a giggle. "Maybe I should invest in some leather straps for the bed..." She says with a devious glance at him to see his reaction. She knew it wasn't really right to want her own nephew in such ways...but there was no use feeling sorry or ashamed of it....she was a woman with needs, and he could fill them, why not have fun with it? "But if I did that, you'd have to promise to use them on me." She adds, sure that comment would surprise and delight. Ethan moved away to set the table, still trying to digest the shift in relationship with his aunt. "I don't know yet," he replied honestly. "I... want to pin her down, make her bag for my permission to cum," he explained. Looking over, he continued, "And I want to do the same to you." He blinked, and muttered, "Why did I just say that?" The twin succubus auras made him far more willing to talk about his kinks, more than he would have with just Susan present. He concentrated on getting all the silverware out, but it occurred to him that the rounded bottom ends of Susan's finest silverware would make a great impromptu dildo to slide in..." Ineedtogowashmyhands," he said, fleeing upstairs in a hurry. Susan just watched him run upstairs curiously. If he needed to wash his hands he could have easily done it at the kitchen sink. She wondered what he was really running off to do. A smirk tugs at her lip as she considers he might be having a hard time with his erection. After all, their conversation had taken a decidedly filthy turn, and Susan wasn't exactly trying to dial down the sexy allure. If anything she was trying to emphasize it. It had been so long since she felt so sexy and beautiful. So...wanted. It made her feel giddy. She just continued making dinner as he was 'washing his hands'. It was still cooking when she heard the doorbell. "Melanie! So glad you could make it...a bit earlier than we expected though." She greets, saying the woman's name loud enough to announce to Ethan that their guest had arrived. "Dinner is still cooking, but please come in. Make yourself comfortable." She says, moving aside to let the other woman in. Melanie was wearing a long brown trench coat, which suggested she didn't want anyone outside seeing what she was...or wasn't wearing underneath. "I've been thinking about this since you left... I hurried home to get cleaned up and changed and came straight over." Melanie informs with a smile as she steps into the house, feeling that strange warm fuzziness fill her body...only...it was much stronger now. Ethan genuinely had gone up and washed his hands, but it was the uncomfortable situation that sent him up. He'd started envisioning his aunt and Melanie, bound and on their knees, mouths open and ready to accept his cock. And then his sister knelt down beside the other two in the daydream, pouting and demanding that she needed attention, too. It was everything that was right and wrong about his libido. He'd fantasized about his sister back when he was younger (alternating between her, his aunt, his teacher, other female students, and the latest Playboy centerfold or Penthouse photo-story), but hadn't in several years. As Susan loudly greeted Melanie, Ethan's attention was brought back to his reality. He quickly finished, dried his hands, and trotted down the stairs. "Ah, Melanie!" he said, coming up behind her. "I was a little afraid you wouldn't show." His hands took hold of her wrists, and pulled them behind, held together. "What gift did you bring us?" he purred into her ear. Normally Melanie wouldn't have enjoyed someone sneaking up on her and grabbing her like Ethan had. But with the aura of lust being put out by both the succubi in the house, his grip on her wrists just felt more erotic and sensual than it did disrespectful and controlling. "What...am I not enough of a gift for you?" She asks with a grin, leaning back into his chest as her hands gently gripped his crotch, rubbing him through the fabric of his pants." I am interested to see what you have on beneath this coat." Susan adds with a smile as she steps forward and starts to unbutton the woman's trench coat slowly. As Melanie started to stroke Ethan's erection, he let go of her wrists and started helping Susan with opening the trench coat. As Susan worked upward from the bottom, he unbuttoned from the top, going downward." A gift?" he asked, rumbling in her ear. "That means I get tokeepit, doesn't it, Susan?" He nipped Melanie's ear, and whispered, "And who do I have to thank for this gift... slave?" As Melanie's coat opened up, it became painfully obvious that what she was wearing could not stand the night. It was a scant mix of silk and lace, with very little being hidden. Her nipples were plainly visible, with a steel O-ring being held in place, highlighting them. This, minus the stockings and mask(pulled away from Melanie's hungry hands, pulled the coat down her arms and off, and heard a faint jangling noise as he put the coat on the coat rack. Investigating, he found a pair of keys... that matched the fully functional, realhandcuffs next to them. He dangled the handcuffs in the air, showing them to Susan, but not saying a word. Susan smiled as she moved to the other woman, whose body and scandalous lingerie her nephew had exposed. "Mmm...you are a pretty creature aren't you?" She asks with a grin her hands moving up to grope her perky breasts, drawing a gasp from Melanie, whose body tingled with an unusual but wonderful sensitivity thanks to the effects of the two succubi in the house." And a naughty one too!" She adds with a grin as Ethan reveals the handcuffs. "Mmm...shame I have to finish dinner... I would so love to keep playing." She says teasingly rubbing a finger against Melanie's clit before pulling away. "Ethan, why don't you entertain our guest while I get dinner finished up?" She asks as she heads into the kitchen. Ethan pocketed the handcuffs, and turned his attention to Melanie. Her hands were still teasing his erection through his jeans, her eyes closed as she took in the purely erotic sensations of being here. He moved closer, his chest close to her back, making it easier for her to continue with her fondling, and started running his fingers up her sides. As he cupped her breasts, he whispered quietly, "I notice you didn't object to the idea of being my slave...permanently..." His hands continued stroking, moving around her body, but not touching her nipples yet. "Have you been someone's slave before? Is this your private kink, too?" His fingers finally stroked across her exposed nipples, sending a tingling shock of sexual energy when he touched the same places that Susan had, almost as though Susan had left ticking lust bombs behind.

The Summoning Went Awry (Top Cat & mannik)|rating:3.0

Scandinavia and the World_ Chapter 1 [OPEN__IC]

SCANDINAVIA AND THE WORLD:Chapter 1: The Nameless First Sign upviewtopic.php?f=31&t=227556We begin somewhere in a bar in Copenhagen... Denmark is drinking.*plug plug plug*"BUH!"...*plug*"BUH!""Oh, no."" Buh!" The notorious beer ghost stole Denmark's beer. He drank it. He drank it some more." No! My beer! NOON!" And that is how the story starts: Scandinavia is out of beer. How did this happen? How could Denmark let the Beer Ghost drink the entire beer supply? (Bold is Sweden, Italics is Chile)"Damn it Denmark what did you do." *looks nervously*"Nothing? There is still beer left believe me hahaha" *nervous laugh* Taboo wrote:*looks nervously*"Nothing? There is still beer left believe me hahaha" *nervous laugh*"Wait..." Gives a blank stare. "Where is all the beer?" Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:*looks nervously*"Nothing? There is still beer left believe me hahaha" *nervous laugh*"Wait..." Gives a blank stare. "Where is all the beer?""IT'S TOTALLY STILL THERE SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK"*jumps in front of the fridge* "Let's sort Denmark out!" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"Wait..." Gives a blank stare. "Where is all the beer?""IT'S TOTALLY STILL THERE SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK"*jumps in front of the fridge*Sigh. "Why are you so stupid?" Slembana wrote:"Let's sort Denmark out!"" Agreed." Svetlana wrote:"Let's sort Denmark out!" Gaveo wrote:Taboo wrote:"IT'S TOTALLY STILL THERE SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK"*jumps in front of the fridge*Sigh. "Why are you so stupid?" Slembana wrote:"Let's sort Denmark out!"" Agreed."*runs behind fridge*"YOU WILL NEVER FIND ME! Hey, this is kind of cozy." (Bold is Netherlands, Italics is Latvia)Somewhere in Amsterdam... More specifically, Netherlands home. Hmmm... Something doesn't feel right at all... Netherlands walks downstairs to his refrigerator. He opens the refrigerator only to find his beloved stash of beer has gone missing.Aw, fuck no. I'm going to kill that bastard that stole my beer... So begins Netherlands involvement in this small beer heist. (Brackets is narration)[Denmark fell asleep behind the fridge, like all the stupid things that Denmark ends up doing.]" Zzz... no don't steal the beer... Pizzazz" Taboo wrote:Svetlana wrote:"Let's sort Denmark out!" Gaveo wrote:Sigh. "Why are you so stupid?"" Agreed."*runs behind fridge*"YOU WILL NEVER FIND ME! Hey, this is kind of cozy."" Danmark you're so stupid... I swear..." Sees him fall sleep. Sigh. On the Autobahn to Denmark's house. This must be that Dane's doing... Should grill him for the information... (Plain is Germany, Italics is Ireland)*Germany knocks on Denmark's door* *hears knocking*"Who? Wait. I'm TRAPPED HELP SWEDEN HELP I'm TRAPPED BEHIND THE FRIDGE HELP!" Tristan wrote:(Plain is Germany, Italics is Ireland)*Germany knocks on Denmark's door*(Assuming Sweden is in Denmark's home.) Opens door. "Hello Germany." (I'm England)*meanwhile back in England**England watches Ireland and Northern Ireland have another fit*(Sigh) I thought I dealt with this after I allowed The British Empire to become The British Commonwealth... Taboo wrote:*hears knocking*"Who? Wait. I'm TRAPPED HELP SWEDEN HELP I'm TRAPPED BEHIND THE FRIDGE HELP!"" Idiot." Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:*hears knocking*"Who? Wait. I'm TRAPPED HELP SWEDEN HELP I'm TRAPPED BEHIND THE FRIDGE HELP!"" Idiot.""WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I'm TRAPPED THIS IS NO JOKE! DO YOU WANT AN ADMISSION? THE BEER GHOST DRANK ALL THE BEER!" Netherlands knocks on door. Denmark did you steal my beer again?! Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"Idiot.""WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I'm TRAPPED THIS IS NO JOKE! DO YOU WANT AN ADMISSION? THE BEER GHOST DRANK ALL THE BEER!"" Really? That ghost thing? I thought Greenland took care of it." Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands knocks on door. Denmark did you steal my beer again?!" Surprisingly he didn't. His beer is gone too." *leaves Scotland to deal with it*Maybe foreign diplomacy will get my mind off things... Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I'm TRAPPED THIS IS NO JOKE! DO YOU WANT AN ADMISSION? THE BEER GHOST DRANK ALL THE BEER!"" Really? That ghost thing? I thought Greenland took care of it." Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands knocks on door. Denmark did you steal my beer again?!" Surprisingly he didn't. His beer is gone too."" I DON'T KNOW JUST HELP ME THIS HURTS MY CROTCH OW, OW" Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I'm TRAPPED THIS IS NO JOKE! DO YOU WANT AN ADMISSION? THE BEER GHOST DRANK ALL THE BEER!"" Really? That ghost thing? I thought Greenland took care of it." Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands knocks on door. Denmark did you steal my beer again?!" Surprisingly he didn't. His beer is gone too." Hm... Strange. Netherlands lights up a joint and starts smoking. Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:"Really? That ghost thing? I thought Greenland took care of it."" Surprisingly he didn't. His beer is gone too." Hm... Strange. Netherlands lights up a joint and starts smoking."WHY DO I SMELL Weegee. MMM... chill out guys..." *arrives in Germany*Perhaps I could speak to Germany about letting me drop King Europe... Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:"Really? That ghost thing? I thought Greenland took care of it."" Surprisingly he didn't. His beer is gone too." Hm... Strange. Netherlands lights up a joint and starts smoking." Really? Christina might né nearby." Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Hm... Strange. Netherlands lights up a joint and starts smoking."WHY DO I SMELL Weegee. MMM... chill out guys..." Yeah... what he said. Netherlands gives a small smirks... the beer? That little ghost thing right? Gaveo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Hm... Strange. Netherlands lights up a joint and starts smoking." Really? Christina might be nearby." Who? There is another nation among us? "N-no beer? You guys too? That's really weird..." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*arrives in Germany*Perhaps I could speak to Germany about letting me drop King Europe...(Germany is in Denmark right now) Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"WHY DO I SMELL Weegee. MMM... chill out guys..." Yeah... what he said. Netherlands gives a small smirk So... the beer? That little ghost thing right? Gaveo wrote:"Really? Christina might be nearby." Who? There is another nation among us?" Yeaaah, the cute little ghost thing..." *knocks on Germany's door*Hmm... No one seems to be home, oh well, I guess I'll either have to talk to France or the Nordics... Nah, I'll talk to Norway, and ask him how he managed to evade King Europe... Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"WHY DO I SMELL Weegee. MMM... chill out guys..." Yeah... what he said. Netherlands gives a small smirk So... the beer? That little ghost thing right? Gaveo wrote:"Really? Christina might be nearby." Who? There is another nation among us?"YOUR CHILD." Tristan wrote:"N-no beer? You guys too? That's really weird..." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*arrives in Germany*Perhaps I could speak to Germany about letting me drop King Europe...(Germany is in Denmark right now)"Indeed." Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Yeah... what he said. Netherlands gives a small smirk So... the beer? That little ghost thing right? Who? There is another nation among us?" Yeaaah, the cute little ghost thing..." Spits out the joint Did you just call a ghost cute? Gave wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Yeah... what he said. Netherlands gives a small smirk So... the beer? That little ghost thing right? Who? There is another nation among us?"YOUR CHILD." I have a child?(IOC: I'm Netherlands GAV so... Direct it at Tofu) Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"Yea aah, the cute little ghost thing..." Spits out the joint Did you just call a ghost cute?" It was like this tiny little ghost thing, and it was all cute!"*smiling* "Dubuque, this fridge is so soft... It feels like a big... A big... what?" *goes up North*Hmm... Let's see... I take the Autobahn through to Denmark then take a ferry to Norway... Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:"YOUR CHILD." I have a child?(IOC: I'm Netherlands GAV so... Direct it at Tofu)(IOC: Damn it.) Shakes head. "I mean Denmark's child. You hang with him all the time." I guess I could visit Denmark on my way...*exits highway*Wow, I forgot how many people use bicycles in this country... Gave wrote:Mystletainn wrote:I have a child?(IOC: I'm Netherlands GAV so... Direct it at Tofu)(IOC: Damn it.) Shakes head. "I mean Denmark's child. You hang with him all the time."" Duuuude, I have a child?" Gave wrote:Mystletainn wrote:I have a child?(IOC: I'm Netherlands GAV so... Direct it at Tofu)(IOC: Damn it.) Shakes head. "I mean Denmark's child. You hang with him all the time." Oh... that kid who I gave joints to when he came to Amsterdam last week. Shrugs and begins to light another joint. *parks*Well at-least the traffic here isn't as bad as in France... Hmm... Let's see... He lived somewhere around-, ah, there it is... Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:(IOC: Damn it.) Shakes head. "I mean Denmark's child. You hang with him all the time."" Duuuude, I have a child?" Apparently you do. Well, according to Sweden that is... Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"Dubuque, I have a child?" Apparently you do. Well, according to Sweden that is..." Duuuude, that ain't fun." *knocks door*Hello? Is anybody home? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*knocks door* Hello? Is anybody home?" Duuuude, there is someone at the door. Or it's aliens." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*knocks door* Hello? Is anybody home? Netherlands opens the door this time. He smells of Marijuana and blows some smoke towards you. Well, well, well... Look who decided to come to the mainland~ Mystletainn wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*knocks door* Hello? Is anybody home? Netherlands opens the door this time. He smells of Marijuana and blows some smoke towards you. Well, well, well... Look who decided to come to the mainland~"Dubuque, England is here? Don't give him any joints Mayan" Sighs. "Scheme, I spilled my hot cocoa all over my works on reanimation of dead tissue! It's like the Seven Weeks' War all over again, I guess I won't be working tonight"*calls Germany* Gave wrote:Sighs. Want a joint? Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:Sighs. Want a joint?"No, thanks." (I'm taking over America, which is italics)"Hey guys! Wow! What are you doing! *throws fridge away* Hey Denmark!""ayah what the" Taboo wrote:(I'm taking over America, which is italics)"Hey guys! Wow! What are you doing! *throws fridge away* Hey Denmark!""ayah what the""America." Gave wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Want a joint?"No, thanks." Suit yourself Sweden. Thafoo wrote:(I'm taking over America, which is italics)"Hey guys! Wow! What are you doing! *throws fridge away* Hey Denmark!""ayah what the"The fridge lands on the Netherlands. FUCK! Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:(I'm taking over America, which is italics)"Hey guys! Wow! What are you doing! *throws fridge away* Hey Denmark!""ayah what the""America."" What?"*sees joints*"NAZIS! SOCIALIST NAZIS!"*jumps out window* Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:"No, thanks." Suit yourself Sweden. Thafoo wrote:(I'm taking over America, which is italics)"Hey guys! Wow! What are you doing! *throws fridge away* Hey Denmark!""ayah what the"The fridge lands on the Netherlands. FUCK! Nods. "I'm going home see what the heck is going on." Walks out. Thafoo wrote:Gave wrote:"America."" What?"*sees joints*"NAZIS! SOCIALIST NAZIS!"*jumps out window*Sighs and continues to walk away. "Meh, Germany must be too busy for his dear cousin, I'll go in Denmark's house, it seems everyone's there."*sees America running*"What the hell?"*knocks door* "Why is everyone knocking at the door and why is my favorite fridge gone?" Taboo wrote:"Why is everyone knocking at the door and why is my favorite fridge gone?"" Open up you godless hippies!" I'll just get some beer from Austria then... Leaves Denmark's home and drives to Austria. Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"America."" What?"*sees joints*"NAZIS! SOCIALIST NAZIS!"*jumps out window**hears "Nazis"*I'M SORRY! *crouches in corner* Camera wrote:Taboo wrote:"Why is everyone knocking at the door and why is my favorite fridge gone?"" Open up you godless hippies!"" Where the kæling is the door? I have no idea" At Austria's house... Where the fuck is that mad scientist? Camera wrote:"Meh, Germany must be too busy for his dear cousin, I'll go in Denmark's house, it seems everyone's there."*sees America running*"What the hell?"*knocks door*Opens door. "America being America. I seriously need to go home now, see you later." Finally leaves. Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"Meh, Germany must be too busy for his dear cousin, I'll go in Denmark's house, it seems everyone's there."*sees America running*"What the hell?"*knocks door*Opens door. "America being America. I seriously need to go home now, see you later." Finally leaves." Finally, it's been quite cold out there, and I miss my hot cocoa""Truss." Camera wrote:Gave wrote:Opens door. "America being America. I seriously need to go home now, see you later." Finally leaves." Finally, it's been quite cold out there, and I miss my hot cocoa"*shouts at Austria*"CLOSE THE DOOR THE HEATER WILL HAVE TO WORK EXTRA HARD" Taboo wrote:Camera wrote:"Finally, it's been quite cold out there, and I miss my hot cocoa"*shouts at Austria*"CLOSE THE DOOR THE HEATER WILL HAVE TO WORK EXTRA HARD"Fine, fine...*slums door*"Have you any croissants? I'm rather hungry and angry ... I had an accident regarding my research, you know." Is back at home and notices his beer is gone as well. "Well this great... Now I have to go back to Denmark." Sigh and walks back. Gave wrote:Is back at home and notices his beer is gone as well. "Well this great... Now I have to go back to Denmark." Sigh and walks back." So you returned ...what happened?" Camera wrote:Gave wrote:Is back at home and notices his beer is gone as well. "Well this great... Now I have to go back to Denmark." Sigh and walks back." So you returned ...what happened?"" No beer." Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"So you returned ...what happened?"" No beer."" That sounds bad, I have some nice cold beer and a ton of pastries back home, Denmark seems to have lost his fridge ...apparently" Camera wrote:Gave wrote:"No beer."" That sounds bad, I have some nice cold beer and a ton of pastries back home, Denmark seems to have lost his fridge ...apparently""Do you? Man I need some beer..." Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"That sounds bad, I have some nice cold beer and a ton of pastries back home, Denmark seems to have lost his fridge ...apparently""Do you? Man I need some beer..."" Off to my palatial house then"*rides horse*"Come on! It's not like I'll use you for my experiments, or something...." Camera wrote:Gave wrote:"Do you? Man I need some beer..."" Off to my palatial house then"*rides horse*"Come on! It's not like I'll use you for my experiments, or something...." He blinks. "Wait what?" Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"Off to my palatial house then"*rides horse*"Come on! It's not like I'll use you for my experiments, or something...." He blinks. "Wait what?"" Nothing, I said: "It's not like I'll use a form that's expired for my croissants, or something" Camera wrote:Gave wrote:He blinks. "Wait what?"" Nothing, I said: "It's not like I'll use a form that's expired for my croissants, or something"Squints. "I'll pass your offer thanks." Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"Nothing, I said: "It's not like I'll use a form that's expired for my croissants, or something"Squints. "I'll pass your offer thanks."" Meh, you lose, my beer is fantastischeand total not drugged" Camera wrote:Gave wrote:Squints. "I'll pass your offer thanks."" Meh, you lose, my beer is fantastic and total not drugged""Yeah, but everyone's beer is gone..." Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"Meh, you lose, my beer is fantastic and total not drugged""Yeah, but everyone's beer is gone..."" You don't mean *gulp* mine too? That would be a total disaster for my plans!" Camera wrote:Gave wrote:"Yeah, but everyone's beer is gone..."" You don't mean *gulp* mine too? That would be a total disaster for my plans!"" Yeah... Wait plans?" Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"You don't mean *gulp* mine too? That would be a total disaster for my plans!"" Yeah... Wait plans?"" Nothing really worrying, just a tiny little bit analysis of brain cells I wanted to make for Psychiatric reasons"*lights pipe* Camera wrote:Gave wrote:"Yeah... Wait plans?"" Nothing really worrying, just a tiny little bit analysis of brain cells I wanted to make for Psychiatric reasons"*lights pipe*"Why can you just make music or cars like Germany?" Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"Nothing really worrying, just a tiny little bit analysis of brain cells I wanted to make for Psychiatric reasons"*lights pipe*"Why can you just make music or cars like Germany?"" I do make music, I play the violin like a pro! ... I just get carried away by the power of knowledge, we have so much to learn, so many brains to analyze, we could even bring dead persons back to life and make people bow to our command through psychology, we could rule the world, WE COULD DEFEAT DEATH!!! MAHAYANA *thunder sound* HAHAHA""yeah... I also like making pastry and water my flowers during Sundays" Camera wrote:Gave wrote:"Why can you just make music or cars like Germany?"" I do make music, I play the violin like a pro! ... I just get carried away by the power of knowledge, we have so much to learn, so many brains to analyze, we could even bring dead persons back to life and make people bow to our command through psychology, we could rule the world, WE COULD DEFEAT DEATH!!! MAHAYANA *thunder sound* HAHAHA""yeah... I also like making pastry and water my flowers during Sundays"*lands on Austria*"I DIDNT KNOW YOU COMMUNIST GUYS HAD A COUCH!" Taboo wrote:Camera wrote:"I do make music, I play the violin like a pro! ... I just get carried away by the power of knowledge, we have so much to learn, so many brains to analyze, we could even bring dead persons back to life and make people bow to our command through psychology, we could rule the world, WE COULD DEFEAT DEATH!!! MAHAYANA *thunder sound* HAHAHA""yeah... I also like making pastry and water my flowers during Sundays"*lands on Austria*"I DIDNT KNOW YOU COMMUNIST GUYS HAD A COUCH!" Aaargh!!GET OFF ME, RATS!!! Camera wrote:Taboo wrote:*lands on Austria*"I DIDNT KNOW YOU COMMUNIST GUYS HAD A COUCH!" Aaargh!!GET OFF ME, RATS!!!" You Europeans have the weirdest talking couch technologies. What? Oh." Taboo wrote:Camera wrote:Dwarf!!GET OFF ME, RATS!!!" You Europeans have the weirdest talking couch technologies. What? Oh."" That's right you damn spawn of colonialism, I'm not a couch, I'm Austria, an ex-empire and a respected scientist." Camera wrote:Taboo wrote:"You Europeans have the weirdest talking couch technologies. What? Oh."" That's right you damn spawn of colonialism, I'm not a couch, I'm Austria, an ex-empire and a respected scientist."" ZzzzzZzz--w huh?" Taboo wrote:Camera wrote:"That's right you damn spawn of colonialism, I'm not a couch, I'm Austria, an ex-empire and a respected scientist."" ZzzzzZzz--w huh?"*sigh*"Tourer Got, why these things happen to me?"..."will you please let me get up?" Chile parachutes in. "Hey guys what's up?" Gave wrote:Chile parachutes in. "Hey guys what's up?"*pulls out gun*COMMUNIST!- no wait, only Chile....*shoots anyway* Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:Chile parachutes in. "Hey guys what's up?"*pulls out gun*COMMUNIST!- no wait, only Chile....*shoots anyway*"Ow! What the hell?" Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:*pulls out gun*"COMMUNIST!- no wait, only Chile."...*shoots anyway*"Ow! What the hell?"" You were parachuting your horrible communism into us." Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"Ow! What the hell?"" You were parachuting your horrible communism into us."" How are we communist? Our President is rightist!" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:Chile parachutes in. "Hey guys what's up?"*pulls out gun*COMMUNIST!- no wait, only Chile....*shoots anyway*America!!! Have I taught you nothing from finishing school? Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"You were parachuting your horrible communism into us."" How are we communist? Our President is rightist!"...*ponders*"I don't know what that means..." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:*pulls out gun*COMMUNIST!- no wait, only Chile....*shoots anyway*America!!! Have I taught you nothing from finishing school?" No, you just watched birds." Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"You were parachuting your horrible communism into us."" How are we communist? Our President is rightist!" I'm sorry about him, he's gotten a bit too carried away since he left my house... Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"How are we communist? Our President is rightist!"...*ponders*"I don't know what that means..." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:America!!! Have I taught you nothing from finishing school?" No, you just watched birds." I sent you to boarding school, didn't I? And saw you 2 times a week... Why can't you be like your more responsible little brother. Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"How are we communist? Our President is rightist!"...*ponders*"I don't know what that means..." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:America!!! Have I taught you nothing from finishing school?" No, you just watched birds." Sighs. The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"How are we communist? Our President is rightist!" I'm sorry about him, he's gotten a bit too carried away since he left my house..." Yeah..." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"How are we communist? Our President is rightist!" I'm sorry about him, he's gotten a bit too carried away since he left my house..." You think? He confused me for a couch!" *gives a look to America* The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:...*ponders*"I don't know what that means..."" No, you just watched birds." I sent you to boarding school, didn't I? And saw you 2 times a week... Why can't you be like your more responsible little brother." Which one" Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:I sent you to boarding school didn't I? And saw you 2 times a week... Why can't you be like your more responsible little brother." Which one"Don't you remember? Harvard, so that I could see you every time I visited, and don't think I forgot about you dying your hair, you're lucky I didn't shave it off... (Sigh) Thank goodness that your brother Canada is a good influence... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:"Which one"Don't you remember? Harvard, so that I could see you every time I visited, and don't think I forgot about you dying your hair, you're lucky I didn't shave it off... (Sigh) Thank goodness that your brother Canada is a good influence......" Australia raped Sweden." Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't you remember? Harvard, so that I could see you every time I visited, and don't think I forgot about you dying your hair, you're lucky I didn't shave it off... (Sigh) Thank goodness that your brother Canada is a good influence......" Australia raped Sweden."" Er, yeah! He did! The bastard." Whistles innocently. Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't you remember? Harvard, so that I could see you every time I visited, and don't think I forgot about you dying your hair, you're lucky I didn't shave it off... (Sigh) Thank goodness that your brother Canada is a good influence......" Australia raped Sweden."" Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs & lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?" Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't you remember? Harvard, so that I could see you every time I visited, and don't think I forgot about you dying your hair, you're lucky I didn't shave it off... (Sigh) Thank goodness that your brother Canada is a good influence......" Australia raped Sweden."*coughs up and chokes on Earl Grey Tea*Stop lying about your brother! In fact, he has traits that I wish you have, but no instead you over spend and make your money even more worthless compared to his, even your brother Canada has his economic moments... Camera wrote:Taboo wrote:..." Australia raped Sweden."" Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary ...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs camp; lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?"..." I don't trust you Nazi communists." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:..." Australia raped Sweden."*coughs up and chokes on Earl Grey Tea*Stop lying about your brother! In fact, he has traits that I wish you have, but no instead you over spend and make your money even more worthless compared to his, even your brother Canada has his economic moments..." But Canada is a pussy!" Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:..." Australia raped Sweden."" Er, yeah! He did! The bastard." Whistles innocently. Are you sure? Last time I checked neither him nor his sister comes to this part of Europe much... Camera wrote:Taboo wrote:..." Australia raped Sweden."" Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary ...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs camp; lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?"" He divorced you because you're a creep." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Er, yeah! He did! The bastard." Whistles innocently. Are you sure? Last time I checked neither him nor his sister comes to this part of Europe much... "Yeah... He did."" Yep. The bastard." Taboo wrote:Camera wrote:"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary ...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs camp; lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?"..." I don't trust you Nazi communists." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*coughs up and chokes on Earl Grey Tea*Stop lying about your brother! In fact, he has traits that I wish you have, but no instead you over spend and make your money even more worthless compared to his, even your brother Canada has his economic moments..." But Canada is a pussy!" He's peaceful, and cooperative, something you threw away in your childhood along with that Tea... Gave wrote:Camera wrote:"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary ...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs camp; lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?"" He divorced you because you're a creep." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Are you sure? Last time I checked neither him nor his sister comes to this part of Europe much... "Yeah... He did."" Yep. The bastard." Are you sure you're not drunk, because I can smell the scent of Depressant in your breath... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:..." I don't trust you Nazi communists."" But Canada is a pussy!" He's peaceful, and cooperative, something you threw away in your childhood along with that Tea..." Is it bad that I sent planes to bomb Canada?" Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:He's peaceful, and cooperative, something you threw away in your childhood along with that Tea..." Is it bad that I sent planes to bomb Canada?" You use him as your hat, why would you do something like that to your brother? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:"Is it bad that I sent planes to bomb Canada?" You use him as your hat, why would you do something like that to your brother? "Because he deserved it" The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"He divorced you because you're a creep."" Yeah... He did."" Yep. The bastard." Are you sure you're not drunk, because I can smell the scent of Depressant in your breath... "Can't any beer here."" The bastard. Er, yeah I have no beer either. I came here to see if you guys have any." Taboo wrote:Camera wrote:"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary ...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs camp; lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?"..." I don't trust you Nazi communists."*sigh*"A classical case of parental alienation syndrome." Gaveo wrote:Camera wrote:"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please let's not get into an argument ... I believe all that frustration comes from America's childhood with England, it's just like my divorce with Hungary ...that ungrateful goulash-eater."*sighs camp; lights pipe*"America would you please lie down and describe your childhood to me?"" He divorced you because you're a creep." Hah! I'm not a creep, and it's not like I could handle the situation without making him fight for me.....but of course, he dumb me just after I lose to the damn allies, classical Hungary. Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Are you sure you're not drunk, because I can smell the scent of Depressant in your breath... "Can't any beer here."" The bastard. Er, yeah I have no beer either. I came here to see if you guys have any."" I hear that idiot Denmark lost all of it." Uh...don't look at me... Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Are you sure you're not drunk, because I can smell the scent of Depressant in your breath... "Can't any beer here."" The bastard. Er, yeah I have no beer either. I came here to see if you guys have any." And what about Åland? I've been hearing rumors... Camera wrote:Taboo wrote:..." I don't trust you Nazi communists."*sigh*"A classical case of parental alienation syndrome." Gaveo wrote:"He divorced you because you're a creep." Hah! I'm not a creep, and it's not like I could handle the situation without making him fight for me.....but of course, he dumb me just after I lose to the damn allies, classical Hungary." Oh..." Thafoo wrote:Gave wrote:"Can't any beer here."" The bastard. Er, yeah I have no beer either. I came here to see if you guys have any."" I hear that idiot Denmark lost all of it." Uh... don't look at me..."That's what I thought. But it isn't true I guess." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Can't any beer here."" The bastard. Er, yeah I have no beer either. I came here to see if you guys have any." And what about Åland? I've been hearing rumors..." About?" Gave wrote:Camera wrote:*sigh*"A classical case of parental alienation syndrome." Hah! I'm not a creep, and it's not like I could handle the situation without making him fight for me.....but of course, he dumb me just after I lose to the damn allies, classical Hungary." Oh..." Thafoo wrote:"I hear that idiot Denmark lost all of it." Uh... don't look at me..."That's what I thought. But it isn't true I guess." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:And what about Åland? I've been hearing rumors..." About?"*whispers in Sweden's ear* The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Oh...""That's what I thought. But it isn't true I guess."" About?"*whispers in Sweden's ear* Hey I need to know too ...for science, of course! Camera wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*whispers in Sweden's ear* Hey I need to know too ...for science, of course! Well I'm just telling him things that I've heard, you know that my intelligence is the best in all of Europe... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Camera wrote:Hey I need to know too ...for science, of course! Well I'm just telling him things that I've heard, you know that my intelligence is the best in all of Europe..." Hey! Beer is good for the thinking process!" The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Camera wrote:Hey I need to know too ...for science, of course! Well I'm just telling him things that I've heard, you know that my intelligence is the best in all of Europe..." Hmmmm, Java right...."*glares* Seeing all the Vodka gone, Russia decides to go see if Denmark had some beer. Arriving Russia goes up and pounds on the door. Canada searches for America to go annoy him about something. Photo and Kant wrote:Canada searches for America to go annoy him about something." Canada, what do you want? I'm bombing some nation no one has heard of!" Netherlands decides to go back to Denmark's home, seeing the waiting for Austria would be too much of a hassle. Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands decides to go back to Denmark's home, seeing the waiting for Austria would be too much of a hassle.[Meanwhile at Denmark's house, a propane leak has caused it to EXPLODE MAJESTICALLY]"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands decides to go back to Denmark's home, seeing the waiting for Austria would be too much of a hassle.[Meanwhile at Denmark's house, a propane leak has caused it to EXPLODE MAJESTICALLY]"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Denmark I'm somewhat THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Russia walked over to the explosion and pissed on it, grinning. "Denmark, I think someone blew up your house! Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:[Meanwhile at Denmark's house, a propane leak has caused it to EXPLODE MAJESTICALLY]"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Denmark I'm somewhat THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"THE HOUSE EXPLODED AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW!" Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands decides to go back to Denmark's home, seeing the waiting for Austria would be too much of a hassle.[Meanwhile at Denmark's house, a propane leak has caused it to EXPLODE MAJESTICALLY]"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Hears it back in Sweden. "DENMARK." Is Coventry sleeping in the room next to Sweden. "Que pass?" Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Denmark I'm somewhat THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"THE HOUSE EXPLODED AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW!" Are you sure it wasn't a beer explosion? A suspicious glare is given. Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"THE HOUSE EXPLODED AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW!" Are you sure it wasn't a beer explosion? A suspicious glare is given." But there is no beer! My precious beer ;_;" Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Are you sure it wasn't a beer explosion? A suspicious glare is given." But there is no beer! My precious beer ;_;"Netherlands is still suspicious. He takes out a joint and gives it to Denmark. Relax, have a joint. "Where'd your beer go? You're telling me that I went over here for nothing." Russia then went over to the wreckage and started pissing again. Nytavuthar wrote:"Where'd your beer go? You're telling me that I went over here for nothing." Russia then went over to the wreckage and started pissing again. Hallo Mr. Russia Netherlands waves. Mystletainn wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"Where'd your beer go? You're telling me that I went over here for nothing." Russia then went over to the wreckage and started pissing again. Hallo Mr. Russia Netherlands waves." Do you have any beer? All my vodka ran out!" Russia was done pissing, and he walked over to Netherlands Nytavuthar wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Hall Mr. Russia Netherlands waves." Do you have any beer? All my vodka ran out!" Russia was done pissing, and he walked over to NetherlandSorry, my beer disappeared too. Apparently Sweden also ran out of beer. "Maybe that bastard America took it!" Nytavuthar wrote:"Maybe that bastard America took it!" I beg your pardon Mr. Russia, what did you just call my little boy?*gives a look*Don't make me start another "Great Game"... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"Maybe that bastard America took it!" I beg your pardon Mr. Russia, what did you just call my little boy?*gives a look* Don't make me start another "Great Game"..." I just don't give... whatever England. You know America pisses me off. Don't bring that up ever again." Nytavuthar wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:I beg your pardon Mr. Russia, what did you just call my little boy?*gives a look* Don't make me start another "Great Game"..." I just don't give... whatever England. You know America pisses me off. Don't bring that up ever again."*drinking lots of beer then notices everyone is looking at him*"... What?" Russia notices America drinking all the beer and yells "England your child is the most selfish ignorant child I have ever seen.!" He walks over to America and asks "America, give me a bottle." Nytavuthar wrote:Russia notices America drinking all the beer and yells "England your child is the most selfish ignorant child I have ever seen.!" He walks over to America and asks "America, give me a bottle."" No, it's all mine you stupid commie."*he sulks off* Russia starts stroking his magnificent beard, thinking "Hamm..." "You don't want to start another one of those 'special' wars do you?" Nytavuthar wrote:Russia starts stroking his magnificent beard, thinking "Hamm..." "You don't want to start another one of those 'special' wars do you?"" I'll send a plane to bomb you!" Nytavuthar wrote:Russia starts stroking his magnificent beard, thinking "Hamm..." "You don't want to start another one of those 'special' wars do you?"" Oh... Not another war..." "I will send snow to places like Porto Rico, or Florida, or maybe Hawaii!" Gave wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:Russia starts stroking his magnificent beard, thinking "Hamm..." "You don't want to start another one of those 'special' wars do you?"" Oh... Not another war..."" Sweden you're not in this! I'll brainwash you just like I brainwashed Finland!" Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:Russia starts stroking his magnificent beard, thinking "Hamm..." "You don't want to start another one of those 'special' wars do you?"" I'll send a plane to bomb you!" Enough of this, or else I won't invite you this Christmas. The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:"I'll send a plane to bomb you!" Enough of this, or else I won't invite you this Christmas." Like that's going to stop me?" "Fine, I dare you to come and hit me!" Russia said to America. He also said "You're also very stupid, and here did you get that beer from?" Nytavuthar wrote:"Fine, I dare you to come and hit me!" Russia said to America. He also said "You're also very stupid, and here did you get that beer from?"" Woah America. Calm Dow-""SHUT UP DENMARK LET-ME- HIT-HIM!" "Yeah Denmark shut up, go to your boyfriend Norway or something!' Then Russia went over to America and slapped him. Nytavuthar wrote:"Yeah Denmark shut up, go to your boyfriend Norway or something!' Then Russia went over to America and slapped him."Oh, yeah? Well-"*throws plane in face* Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"Yeah Denmark shut up, go to your boyfriend Norway or something!' Then Russia went over to America and slapped him."Oh, yeah? Well-"*throws plane in face*"You want me to go get China to raise your debt?" Russia exclaimed. Nytavuthar wrote:Taboo wrote:"Oh yeah? Well-"*throws plane in face*"You want me to go get China to raise your debt?" Russia exclaimed." I can throw planes at them too!" Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"You want me to go get China to raise your debt?" Russia exclaimed." I can throw planes at them too!"" Where will you by your planes?" Then Russia lunged at him to get the beer. Nytavuthar wrote:Taboo wrote:"I can throw planes at them too!" "Where will you by your planes?" Then Russia lunged at him to get the beer."NOON MY BEER!" Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote: "Where will you by your planes?" Then Russia lunged at him to get the beer."NOON MY BEER!"" My beer now!" Russia opens a bottle and tries to chug it as fast as he can Nytavuthar wrote:Taboo wrote:"NOON MY BEER!"" My beer now!" Russia opens a bottle and tries to chug it as fast as he can*on his knees*"NOOOOOOOO!" Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"My beer now!" Russia opens a bottle and tries to chug it as fast as he can*on his knees*"NOOOOOOOO!" Russia gets up "Now where is the rest of it!" Nytavuthar wrote:Taboo wrote:*on his knees*"NOOOOOOOO!" Russia gets up "Now where is the rest of it!"*pointing at Russia*"I WILL NEVER TELL YOU!" Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:Russia gets up "Now where is the rest of it!"*pointing at Russia*"I WILL NEVER TELL YOU!"" Fine, I'll go tell Finland" Russia walks over to Finland and says "America stole your beer" Finland runs at America with his knife. Nytavuthar wrote:Taboo wrote:*pointing at Russia*"I WILL NEVER TELL YOU!"" Fine, I'll go tell Finland" Russia walks over to Finland and says "America stole your beer" Finland runs at America with his knife." I DID NO SUCH THING!"*runs*"This is why I don't own a TV." Russia rolls on the floor laughing. Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"Fine, I'll go tell Finland" Russia walks over to Finland and says "America stole your beer" Finland runs at America with his knife." I DID NO SUCH THING!"*runs*"This is why I don't own a TV." I have a TV." Says Canada, but nobody cares. Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Enough of this, or else I won't invite you this Christmas." Like that's going to stop me?" Don't forget my dear boy, that you were one part of my household, and even to this day I'm powerful, especially with your siblings supporting me... But I'm going to deal with Australia for what he did to the Swedes... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:"Like that's going to stop me?" Don't forget my dear boy, that you were one part of my household, and even to this day I'm powerful, especially with your siblings supporting me... But I'm going to deal with Australia for what he did to the Swedes..." Yeah!"" The bastard!" Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't forget my dear boy, that you were one part of my household, and even to this day I'm powerful, especially with your siblings supporting me... But I'm going to deal with Australia for what he did to the Swedes..." Yeah!"" The bastard!"" I have no idea what this is." Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't forget my dear boy, that you were one part of my household, and even to this day I'm powerful, especially with your siblings supporting me... But I'm going to deal with Australia for what he did to the Swedes..." Yeah!"" The bastard!" Don't worry Mr. Sweden, I've spanked him on his bare bottom... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Yeah!"" The bastard!" Don't worry Mr. Sweden, I've spanked him on his bare bottom..." Kinky- I mean, good?" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"Yeah!"" The bastard!"" I have no idea what this is."" Denmark, shut up."" Hey Denmark." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Yeah!"" The bastard!" Don't worry Mr. Sweden, I've spanked him on his bare bottom..." Thanks." Thafoo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't worry Mr. Sweden, I've spanked him on his bare bottom..." Kinky- I mean, good?" Glares at. Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"I have no idea what this is."" Denmark, shut up."" Hey Denmark." The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't worry Mr. Sweden, I've spanked him on his bare bottom..." Thanks." Thafoo wrote:"Kinky- I mean, good?" Glares at." What?" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"Denmark, shut up."" Hey Denmark."" Thanks." Glares at." What?"" You're so stupid." Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"What?"" You're so stupid."*takes Sweden's computer and smashes* Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"You're so stupid."*takes Sweden's computer and smashes*Twitches."Oh, shit..." Russia walked over to Sweden and said "Don't worry Sweden you can come to me, also I stole some of America's beer. Have one" Russia offer Sweden a beer. Nytavuthar wrote:Russia walked over to Sweden and said "Don't worry Sweden you can come to me, also I stole some of America's beer. Have one" Russia offer Sweden a beer.*steals the beer and throws off cliff* Russia pulls out his shotgun "Go get it or else I shoot!" Nytavuthar wrote:Russia pulls out his shotgun "Go get it or else I shoot!"*runs away* "Get back here coward! And get my beer while you're running away!" Nytavuthar wrote:"Get back here coward! And get my beer while you're running away!"NEVER! Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"Get back here coward! And get my beer while you're running away!"NEVER!*watches* The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:NEVER!*watches* "Dubuque, have a joint..." Taboo wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*watches* "Dubuque, have a joint..." Get those hallucinogens away from me!!! The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Taboo wrote:"Dubuque, have a joint..." Get those hallucinogens away from me!!! "Whatever, dude, chillax..." "I'll take a joint Denmark. Maybe you can move in with me while you're at it!" Nytavuthar wrote:"I'll take a joint Denmark. Maybe you can move in with me while you're at it!"(Sigh) No one is moving in with your Russia unless they have a referendum in favor of it. Nytavuthar wrote:"I'll take a joint Denmark. Maybe you can move in with me while you're at it!"" Duuuude, this country is, like, all mine dude." Taboo wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"I'll take a joint Denmark. Maybe you can move in with me while you're at it!"" Duuuude, this country is, like, all mine dude." Right... Netherlands wakes up. Yet it seems he had lost all sense of time when he woke up... Jesus. Fuck. Where am I? Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands wakes up. Yet it seems he had lost all sense of time when he woke up... Jesus. Fuck. Where am I?" Duuuude, get out of the refrigerator. It's broken and shit. That's dangerous" "Is Denmark still high?" Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Netherlands wakes up. Yet it seems he had lost all sense of time when he woke up... Jesus. Fuck. Where am I?" Duuuude, get out of the refrigerator. It's broken and shit. That's dangerous"Eh? What? Oh... Netherlands steps out of the fridge. Trippy. Gave wrote:"Is Denmark still high?"" There were, like, a bunch of extra joints behind the fridge dude..." Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"Is Denmark still high?"" There were, like, a bunch of extra joints behind the fridge dude..." Sigh. Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"There were, like, a bunch of extra joints behind the fridge dude..." Sigh." Dude, have one" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:Sigh." Dude, have one"I don't think Sweden likes your way of selling. Try the Dutch style of doing things. He takes the joint from Denmark. Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"Dude, have one"I don't think Sweden likes your way of selling. Try the Dutch style of doing things. He takes the joint from Denmark." Duuuude that was my joint!" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:Sigh." Dude, have one"Glares. Taboo wrote:Mystletainn wrote:I don't think Sweden likes your way of selling. Try the Dutch style of doing things. He takes the joint from Denmark." Duuuude that was my joint!"Oh, really? Lights it and starts smoking. Come and take it~! Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"Dude, have one"Glares. Want to have a cup of tea at my house? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:Glares. Want to have a cup of tea at my house?" I would love that." Throws a stone at him. Russia goes over to Britain "Can I come over? I need someone to talk to, even though we are not very friendly." Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Want to have a cup of tea at my house?" I would love that." Throws a stone at him. Alright, let's invite the Japanese siblings, as they are the only other civilised people that I know of. Nytavuthar wrote:Russia goes over to Britain "Can I come over? I need someone to talk to, even though we are not very friendly." Can't you just terrorize Finland, as you always do... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"I would love that." Throws a stone at him. Alright, let's invite the Japanese siblings, as they are the only other civilised people that I know of."Ah, yes." Nods. Throws another stone at Britain. Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Alright, let's invite the Japanese siblings, as they are the only other civilised people that I know of."Ah, yes." Nods. Throws another stone at Britain. Who keeps throwing those stones? "I'm not drunk today, and Finland already locked his door." Nytavuthar wrote:"I'm not drunk today, and Finland already locked his door." Are you even civilized? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Ah yes." Nods. Throws another stone at Britain. Who keeps throwing those stones? Throws another. Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Who keeps throwing those stones? Throws another. Blimey, that stone nearly hit me. Look, whoever you are, don't forget that I'm one of the two countries in Europe who have nuclear weapons, so don't tempt me... The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Nytavuthar wrote:"I'm not drunk today, and Finland already locked his door." Are you even civilized?" Sir, you are talking to the man that single-handily took down the Ottoman Empire." Nytavuthar wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Are you even civilized?" Sir, you are talking to the man that single-handily took down the Ottoman Empire."Single-handedly? That doesn't answer the question about you being civilized... "Well... I see your point, can I come anyway?" Mystletainn wrote:Taboo wrote:"Dubuque that was my joint!"Oh, really? Lights it and starts smoking. Come and take it~! D: Nytavuthar wrote:"Well... I see your point, can I come anyway?" Can't you just start another Cold War or something? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:Throws another. Blimey, that stone nearly hit me. Look, whoever you are, don't forget that I'm one of the two countries in Europe who have nuclear weapons, so don't tempt me... Throws another. Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Blimey, that stone nearly hit me. Look, whoever you are, don't forget that I'm one of the two countries in Europe who have nuclear weapons, so don't tempt me... Throws another. Don't make me do to you what I did to Argentina...*faces Sweden*Shall we go? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:Throws another. Don't make me do to you what I did to Argentina... *faces Sweden*Shall we go? Oi, Englishman. Mystletainn wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't make me do to you what I did to Argentina... *faces Sweden*Shall we go? Oi, Englishman. Hmm? *turns around*What? The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Oi, Englishman. Hmm? *turns around*What? Want a joint? Or a bike? Smiles as he holds a fold up bike in one hand and a marijuana joint in the other. Mystletainn wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Hmm? *turns around*What? Want a joint? Or a bike? Smiles as he holds a fold up bike in one hand and a marijuana joint in the other. One, I prefer a Rolls-Royce Phantom car, and two, I hate hallucinogens, just as much as I dislike Depressants... (i.e. beer) The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Want a joint? Or a bike? Smiles as he holds a fold up bike in one hand and a marijuana joint in the other. One, I prefer a Rolls-Royce Phantom car, and two, I hate hallucinogens, just as much as I dislike Depressants... (i.e. beer)What about wine? I'm sure that's tempting... Other than the fact that all the wine in Europe may have been stolen. Mystletainn wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:One, I prefer a Rolls-Royce Phantom car, and two, I hate hallucinogens, just as much as I dislike Depressants... (i.e. beer)What about wine? I'm sure that's tempting... Other than the fact that all the wine in Europe may have been stolen. I prefer tea, Earl Grey to be more exact. The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:Throws another. Don't make me do to you what I did to Argentina... *faces Sweden*Shall we go? Coughs "Thanks to me, you beat Argentina." Throws another stone." Sure." Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Don't make me do to you what I did to Argentina... *faces Sweden*Shall we go? Coughs "Thanks to me, you beat Argentina." Throws another stone." Sure." Are you sure it had nothing to do with our nuclear submarines??? Mr. Sweden let us just go and get the Japanese siblings and have a cup of tea at my home. The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:Coughs "Thanks to me, you beat Argentina." Throws another stone." Sure." Are you sure it had nothing to do with our nuclear submarines??? "Nope, I provided radar and let your ships fly my flags." Lights a joint. Chile, want one? Mystletainn wrote:Lights a joint. Chile, want one?" Damn it Holland... Sure." Takes one. Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Are you sure it had nothing to do with our nuclear submarines??? "Nope, I provided radar and let your ships fly my flags." Right, and for that, you're postponing my tea? Gave wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Lights a joint. Chile, want one?" Damn it Holland... Sure." Takes one. Shrugs and lights his own. The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Gave wrote:"Nope, I provided radar and let your ships fly my flags." Right, and for that, you're postponing my tea? "No, you were asshole to me in the early 2000s." Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:"Damn it Holland... Sure." Takes one. Shrugs and lights his own. Smokes. Blows a puff of smoke at England. Oi Englishman, stop bothering my buddy Chile 'Kay? He is still upset with you. Mystletainn wrote:Blows a puff of smoke at England. Oi Englishman, stop bothering my buddy Chile 'Kay? He is still upset with you."Nah, the bastard is fine." Laughs. Mystletainn wrote:Blows a puff of smoke at England. Oi Englishman, stop bothering my buddy Chile 'Kay? He is still upset with you.*coughs*Fine, I'll just take Sweden with me then we're going.*looks at Sweden*Are you ready? Gave wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Blows a puff of smoke at England. Oi Englishman, stop bothering my buddy Chile 'Kay? He is still upset with you."Nah, the bastard is fine." Laughs.Are you sure? Takes out some "light reading" and flips through. The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:Mystletainn wrote:Blows a puff of smoke at England. Oi Englishman, stop bothering my buddy Chile 'Kay? He is still upset with you.*coughs* Fine, I'll just take Sweden with me then we're going.*looks at Sweden*Are you ready?" Been ready." Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:"Nah the bastard is fine." Laughs.Are you sure? Takes out some "light reading" and flips through." Yeah." Gave wrote:The Republic of Pantalleria wrote:*coughs* Fine, I'll just take Sweden with me then we're going.*looks at Sweden*Are you ready?" Been ready." Mystletainn wrote:Are you sure? Takes out some "light reading" and flips through." Yeah." Let's go then...*walks out door* (Italics is Latvia, Underlined is Lithuania)Meanwhile, at the Baltic house... Lithuania? Have you seen Estonia anywhere? No... Well, not yet. I think she went to one of the Nordics' houses... Not again... A facepalm befell both Baltics. (Night folks.) Gave wrote:(Night folks.)IOC: On quite. Gave wrote:(Night folks.)(night GAV :3... And on that note I need sleep as well) Mystletainn wrote:Gave wrote:(Night folks.)(night GAV :3... And on that note I need sleep as well)IOC: Gate Yacht. Mystletainn wrote:(Italics is Latvia, Underlined is Lithuania)Meanwhile, at the Baltic house... Lithuania? Have you seen Estonia anywhere? No... Well, not yet. I think she went to one of the Nordics' houses... Not again... A facepalm befell both Baltics.*hears knocking on the door*"Oh no.... HIDE EVERYONE!" *Meanwhile in Tokyo*Japan has such a nice city... Wouldn't you agree Mr. Sweden? [suddenly, Godzilla] Taboo wrote:[suddenly, Godzilla]*Confused* *cough* Taboo wrote:*cough*Hmm? (normal is America, italics is Greenland)After the whole confusion, America realized his beer was gone. He looked through and through and finally SHOUTED at the Nordic countries, "WHERE THE HELL DID MY FUCKING BEER GET TO?" Lucia wrote:(normal is America, italics is Greenland)After the whole confusion, America realized his beer was gone. He looked through and through and finally SHOUTED at the Nordic countries, "WHERE THE HELL DID MY FUCKING BEER GET TO?"" We shared it. You had a basement full of it." Taboo wrote:Lucia wrote:(normal is America, italics is Greenland)After the whole confusion, America realized his beer was gone. He looked through and through and finally SHOUTED at the Nordic countries, "WHERE THE HELL DID MY FUCKING BEER GET TO?"" We shared it. You had a basement full of it.""JUST BECAUSE MY FUCKING BASEMENT IS FULL OF BEER, DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO STEAL IT. DO IT AGAIN, AND I WILL HAVE A... OH-SO FRIENDLY SURPRISE TO YOU!" Lucia wrote:Taboo wrote:"We shared it. You had a basement full of it.""JUST BECAUSE MY FUCKING BASEMENT IS FULL OF BEER, DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO STEAL IT. DO IT AGAIN, AND I WILL HAVE A... OH-SO FRIENDLY SURPRISE TO YOU!"*hides* Taboo wrote:Lucia wrote:"JUST BECAUSE MY FUCKING BASEMENT IS FULL OF BEER, DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO STEAL IT. DO IT AGAIN, AND I WILL HAVE A... OH-SO FRIENDLY SURPRISE TO YOU!"*hides*Smiling, he then said to Sister America, "Um, lady, I need you to give Denmark a blowjob. Can you do it?"" No, I..." she began. America took out his gun and said, "DO IT, OR I WILL SHOOT THIS DOG," as he pointed to a canine." Fine..." she muttered and began making her way to Denmark's house. Lucia wrote:Taboo wrote:*hides*Smiling, he then said to Sister America, "Um, lady, I need you to give Denmark a blowjob. Can you do it?"" No, I..." she began. America took out his gun and said, "DO IT, OR I WILL SHOOT THIS DOG," as he pointed to a canine." Fine..." she muttered and began making her way to Denmark's house." Who's there?" Taboo wrote:Lucia wrote:Smiling, he then said to Sister America, "Um, lady, I need you to give Denmark a blowjob. Can you do it?"" No, I..." she began. America took out his gun and said, "DO IT, OR I WILL SHOOT THIS DOG," as he pointed to a canine." Fine..." she muttered and began making her way to Denmark's house." Who's there?" When she came, she said, "Hello," in a terrible Swedish accent. She tried to sound like Sister Sweden, but it seemed to be backfiring. For one, she has a chihuahua. On her HEAD. "May I watch some porn with you?" Lucia wrote:Taboo wrote:"Who's there?" When she came, she said, "Hello," in a terrible Swedish accent. She tried to sound like Sister Sweden, but it seemed to be backfiring. For one, she has a chihuahua. On her HEAD. "May I watch some porn with you?"*runs away* When she saw that, she said, "Why are you running away from me?" Lucia wrote:When she saw that, she said, "Why are you running away from me?"" You're not Sister Sweden D:" Taboo wrote:Lucia wrote:When she saw that, she said, "Why are you running away from me?"" You're not Sister Sweden D:""But didn't you want to do me?" Lucia wrote:Taboo wrote:"You're not Sister Sweden D:""But didn't you want to do me?"" I'm scared..." Taboo wrote:Lucia wrote:"But didn't you want to do me?"" I'm scared..."" Don't worry," she said. "I am a sexier version of Sister Sweden. Heck, I got bigger boobs, and I know there are NO penguins around here." Lucia wrote:Taboo wrote:"I'm scared..."" Don't worry," she said. "I am a sexier version of Sister Sweden. Heck, I got bigger boobs, and I know there are NO penguins around here."*runs again* Taboo wrote:Lucia wrote:"Don't worry," she said. "I am a sexier version of Sister Sweden. Heck, I got bigger boobs, and I know there are NO penguins around here."*runs again**sighs*"And really? I... I... just wanted to hang out with ya, that's all!" Russia sees Sister America, and he goes up to tackle her while screaming "These are my Communist henchmen pig!" Sigh." Hey everybody." Gave wrote:Sigh." Hey everybody."" Have a joint both of you" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:Sigh." Hey everybody."" Have a joint both of you""No, thanks."" Not today." Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"Have a joint both of you""No, thanks."" Not today.""HAVE A JOINT OR I WILL STEAL MORE SAND FROM YOU, SWEDEN."" And as for you Chile... I can get creative" Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:"No, thanks."" Not today.""HAVE A JOINT OR I WILL STEAL MORE SAND FROM YOU, SWEDEN."" And as for you Chile... I can get creative "Sighs. "I will beat you up Denmark." Backs up a bit.(Denmark isn't really the weed country, that would be Christiana and Netherlands.) Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:"HAVE A JOINT OR I WILL STEAL MORE SAND FROM YOU, SWEDEN."" And as for you Chile... I can get creative "Sighs. "I will beat you up Denmark." Backs up a bit.(Denmark isn't really the weed country, that would be Christiana and Netherlands.)(Meh, he hangs out with Netherlands enough to have a lot of joints) Taboo wrote:Gave wrote:Sighs. "I will beat you up Denmark." Backs up a bit.(Denmark isn't really the weed country, that would be Christiana and Netherlands.)(Meh, he hangs out with Netherlands enough to have a lot of joints)(Then why did Denmark punish Christiana for having pot?) Gave wrote:Taboo wrote:(Meh, he hangs out with Netherlands enough to have a lot of joints)(Then why did Denmark punish Christiana for having pot? (so he could have the joints for himself)

Scandinavia and the World_ Chapter 1 [OPEN__IC]|rating:2.0

Demonic Innocence (Closed)

(Closed for Lit shark and Silver_Identity)Name:Akira Age:19 years old Appearance-------"Lord Akira the Seventh had died." A loud booming voice sounded within the confinements of the large ornate room, echoing to deepen the intensity of the words said. In the room, five people were sitting on large thrones to indicate their power and authority but the one sitting in the middle throne held the most command for authority. There sat a broad elderly man, whose gaze seemed penetrating as his voice." Having no successor after him is really worrisome." He continued, and then he stopped speaking to allow another to speak." I am certain he, himself, wasn't aware that his life would be so short." A middle-aged man spoke, though his forehead was adorned by large horns which curved upwards. "The fault has fall into your hands, for you didn't ask him to choose his successor. Do you understand?"" You have been chosen to find Lord Akira the Eighth." The elderly man spoke again, and the whole room went to silence, allowing him to speak further. "The whole council had agreed that, among all the demons, you, who had given services to many demon lords previously, is the best candidate to find the predecessor, as well as your new master." A female sitting at the right end throne began to speak after the elderly man spoke, "We do not know whether Lord Akira the Eighth would be a female or male. If the new Lord Akira is a female, it would be a new record in demon history. What we do know is, you would have to go to the human world to find your new master. Go to the South. There you will find what you seek."****"Meeting between two souls is just a start of the unfolding destiny." She had heard that saying so many times from the mouth of the respected elderly in the town she was currently staying at. The elderly people seemed to know so much, and she knew so little about the world outside the walls surrounding this town. The town was indeed peaceful, without many problems excluding the attempts of robbery and theft here and there. But none that couldn't be handled by the many guards of the palace. Light-infused eyes watched the surroundings, to see the many people bustling around and a couple of them took a glance towards the feminine figure with long black jet hair, wearing a virgin white dress. Part of the reason why people glanced towards her was because of her ethereal beauty, another part of the reason was to look at her ominous light-infused eyes. Once looking at her eyes, they soon turned their heads away as if her eyes were cursed to even look into them. She couldn't understand why people had said her eyes were a vision of misfortune; it wasn't as if she wanted her eye color to be as it was. A slight frown marred upon her lips but soon was erased when she felt a gentle hand upon her shoulder. Her foster mother had been so kind to her, despite she wasn't her real daughter. She was actually found as an orphan at the gates of the town, but many people had overlooked her for they were afraid of her eyes. Her eyes were abnormal, some people said. Her foster mother was the one who took her into her home and took great care of the silver-eyed female." It's alright, Akira. Ignore them, Dalai." Her foster mother spoke to her and her foster daughter nodded her head before her usual bright smile adorned her lips. She assisted her foster mother to carry the heavy basket full of the morning grocery shopping and both of them headed to return to their home nearby." Mother, why. Do people say my eyes are a sign of misfortune?" Akira asked suddenly which made her foster mother turned to her with a surprised look." It's because they had never seen such a beautiful set of eyes like yours, Akira. Do not worry about what they say, alright?" Her foster mother answered calmly and Akira's smile widened and she nodded sharply. When both reached to the door of their home, her mother helped to open the door for Akira and her foster daughter set the heavy basket down upon a table. Only then when she had placed the basket down, Akira's memory triggered, and she knew she had forgotten something." Ohh, mother! I have to meet with Hikaru. She's waiting for me. I'll return soon at dinner time." Akira said in a rush, and she gave a loving peck upon the older female's cheek before shuffling to the door and rush out of the door. Her close friend had said she had wanted to meet with Akira at the gates as she had wanted to speak with her about a matter. Bellies The Baby-KillerBellios the Baby-Killer knelt dutifully before the elder council. These were strange times that left the Council to worry, Lord Akira's transcendence had led to much disorder in the neither realm. Akira had always been the stern Overlord who kept things in their proper place. Now every demon thought that they deserved to call the shots. Bellios had been forced to put down countless riots since Lord Akira's passing, and now he was called upon again to go up to the world of the living to find Akira's reincarnated heir. This was Quite an inconvenience, but Bellies knew that despite his considerable power, it would be foolish to defy their will. Bellios made his way quickly from the chamber, eager to get the damn chore over with. His gallons had only begun to crunch through the smoldering embers outside the Great Hall when "Snitch" the most annoying little imp Bellies had ever known sprang up beside the great demon and began backing his ear off." Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Big Fella! What was that all about, huh, huh, huh? You're not in trouble, are-ya? Area? Area? Area? Area? Area? Are..." The imp tittered on like a high-pitched machine gun, until Bellies' deep base snarl cut him off. Otherwise, it seemed that Snitch might have gone on into eternity like a broken record."NO! But if you don't leave me the fuck alone you damn sure will be." Bellies snarled through his steel fangs, one large black wing extending to swat the imp off of his feet and into a large pile of embers. Sparks flew in all directions as the 3' 6" pink imp tumbled through the explosion of sparks wailing in pain and swatting small fires off his already burned skin. In Hell everyone was burned, just not all to the same degree. Snitch was bright pink, he was a new arrival and as such had many years of suffering ahead before his skin reached the dark gray hue that Bellies wore, his skin was almost black and covered in so many scars that it was difficult to tell where skin might ever have been. Most of his massive gray frame was covered in large shaped plates of thick steel armor. The dense pieces of metal had been inextricably burned into Bellies' flesh and the deep gray tissue had grown around to envelop them. Within moments Snitch had scampered back to Bellies' side, still tittering on as blood seeped forth from the places he had been burned the worst. This time Snitch made certain to keep a safe distance from the large black wings." Damn, damn, damn, damn that hurt like hell Big Guy! Where are you going in such a hurry? Huh? Huh? Huh? Why don't you say somethin', huh? What doesthe matter have your metal choppers melted shut? Have-they? Have-They? Have they? Havethey? Havthy? Ha-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" The incident blathering gave way to a blood cuddling scream when two of Bellies' steel-spiked fingers dug into Snitch's eyelids and deftly squeezed the pale globs of wet flesh out into Bellies' palm. Bellios said nothing, instead he simply slipped the tiny, slippery eyeballs into his mouth, using his steel fangs (Inserted into his gums the same way as his armor.) to squish all the dense milky fluids from them and onto his tongue. Bellies drank most of the goo which spurted forth, nutrients and vitamins are more valuable than gold in a place such as this, Bellies still managed to save enough of the fluid to spit back into Snitch's face. Dumb fucking nuisance, at least he couldn't follow anymore. Bellios was glad to reach his cave when he did, the blood-rain had begun pouring down on the planes of Hell, it wouldn't be long before the firestorms and lightning kicked up. He took only a few moments to hide his gray and silver body inside a long black cloak. Bellies was careful when he put his hood up, careful to avoid the rows of jet black spikes which ran from front to back over his head. Each of the small horns pointed back and tapered in together into one spike down the back of his neck and ended just above the large triangle shaped piece of steel burned into the back of Bellies' neck. With the hood covering his rows of small horns and burned on armor, Bellies appeared almost human, except for his overly jagged features, steel fangs, red eyes and gray skin... The hood was deep and shadows could work wonders. Bellios sighed at his reflection in the broken and mostly melted mirror. He hated trips to Earth, that other realm, free of the agony he had known so long. His Romanesque face was his blessing and his curse, it made him the Earth-Watcher for the entire Realm, forcing him to view the simplistic and arrogant lives of God's chosen flock. The twice blessed masses, blessed with lives full of joy and blessed again with the ignorance of what consequences their lives might yard under the eye of judgement. Bellios trudged slowly through the bloody rain, his gallons slicing through the piles of gathering organs and body parts. He reached the Gateway just before the firestorm fully gathered its fury, but one ember did manage to whip inside the black cloak and burn Bellies' chin. The massive demon didn't even flinch, he simply tugged on the front of his cloak, pinning his wings in tighter before he stepped through the Gateway onto the blessed plane of Earth. Bellios had no idea where to start looking, so in the interest of getting back to Hell as soon as he could, he simply asked of the first person he saw." Excuse me, sir. Do you know a man, or perhaps even a young boy named Akira?" Bellies asked of a produce gender, hiding deep in his hood. "You would know him by his unique eyes, they are the color of brimstone...""Oh, Akira!! Yes I know the child, she lives right up..."" She?!?" Bellies blurted, looking the man dead in the face now as his hood slid back slightly over Bellies' smooth, angled, rows of spikes." W-w-What in the Devil's name are you?" The old man stammered, suddenly stricken with horror at the sight of Bellies' face. "Demon! The prophecy foretold that she would bring you here!" Bellios only snarled and turned to beat a hasty retreat. Could Akira really have returned to this place as a girl? It had been 19 years since the Lord's Death (Or 19 hours by the Hell Clock), what sort of young girl could possess such a mighty demonic soul? When she had reached to the gate, her close friend was already there waiting for her. She gently panted when she finally arrived to her and her silvery eyes glanced up to her friend's face. "I'm. Sorry. I have almost forgotten." Akira apologized while she tried to catch her breath. Her close friend was a brunette with bright blue eyes; one of the normal color for any human eyes. Only her close friend and her foster mother would look her in the eyes and not be afraid of them. It was only Hikaru who had come to her, saying she wanted to be friends with Akira despite what other people had said. When she had glanced to her friend's face, a worried look was etched upon her face. This had caused Akira to be concerned for her. "What's the matter, Hikaru?" She finally asked when her friend didn't greet her when she had arrived." It's. Yew. You remembered that he had joined the thieves gang? Now. They are going to try to take over this town." Hikaru finally stated and what she had said made Akira's eyes widened. "They are planning to attack now. I. Wanted to stop Yew, but." But she couldn't finish her sentence when tears started to pour out of her eyes. Yew was Hikaru's younger brother, but he was caught with the wrong group of people and ended up to be one of the thieves." Ahh. Hikaru. Do not cry. It is not too late. We can't stop the-" Akira tried to comfort her friend, but she wasn't able to finish the sentence when a group of guards came from one direction and was passing by them both." I had heard the leader had been caught. If I'm not mistaken, the bell for us to gather had been rung. We better hurry. And to my feeling, all of them were caught." One of the guards mentioned while they were walking forward. This had alarmed Hikaru, and she went forward to abruptly ask one guard." What do you mean by that, sir?" Hikaru asked quickly and made the guards looked puzzled." The thieves gang had been caught." Another guard had answered to Hikaru then the whole group of guards left, leaving Hikaru devastated." That means. Yew. He must have been caught too." Akira stated the fact then she grabbed Hikaru's hand, tugging her to run along with her. "Come on, Hikaru. There's still time!" Hikaru looked confused but seeing the determination from Akira's face, she nodded and followed behind Akira as they rushed to follow behind the guards. When they had reached to the heart of the town, there was a large commotion as people had gathered around to see the spectacle of the many guards with the gang of the thieves now chained up and walking forward solemnly to the gallows at the end of the town. Hikaru's parents were present among the crowd and when they found their son chained up like so, her mother broke down into tears while pleasing desperately for the guards to free her son." Good riddance. Now we can live in peace." One of people in the crowd muttered, and Akira was able to catch the words before followed by another voice. "The thieves don't look so great now, do they? They deserve their punishment for the crimes they had committed." The crowd began to mutter each other while giving out hearty laughs while one guard had kicked one prisoner down with his foot. 'This is the time we destroy all the parasites from this town! Ha ha ha!" That statement itself made Akira's anger grew and Hikaru tried to calm her down, but it was too late for Hikaru to do so." What's so funny about that?! They are still humans, like you all!" Akira suddenly exploded, her anger shown, and her melodic voice was raised up to overcome all the mutterings of the crowd. The crowd grew silent to turn towards the source of the voice. "So what they are thieves?! You all think you are so pure and innocent then?!" Akira continued with disgust in her voice. She was boiled up in her anger until she didn't know what she was doing until Yew's voice from a distance away shouted to her." Shut up, Akira!" Those words themselves brought her back to reality and all the attention was upon her. Akira's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand, wondering what trouble she had caused upon herself." She must be one of them! That have to be! For after all, she's a sign of misfortune. Perhaps it was her who had brought our people to fall into doing sinful actions!" One of the towns people exclaimed and soon, the crowd began to mutter with one another. Hikaru continued to grip upon Akira, wanting to protect her close friend, but it was futile for a guard had grabbed Akira and pulled her to be in the sight of the large crowd. "Behold, the female demon herself! She had revealed her true nature. Just like a snake, she had tried to hide among us all!" The supposed leader of the guards began to preach and Akira was sprawled upon the floor, now utterly shocked of what was going on." No! Akira is not like that!" Hikaru began to scream, trying to reach for Akira, but she was pushed back by two guards." You see?! She had poisoned the mind of this female, to think she was a friend!" The leader continued to preach, and then he went to approach Hikaru. What was shocking was when the leader gave a tight slap across Hikaru's face in effect to wake her up from what he thought was a spell." Stop it!" Akira shouted, and she scrambled to her feet before she lunged herself at the leader. "Don't you dare hurt Hikaru! She didn't do anything!" The black-haired beauty started to hammer her curled fist upon the leader's back but to no avail. She was thrown off easily by the man, and she was knocked out of breath when she landed." You deserved to be killed! Only by your death, then our town would be free from misfortune!" The leader spoke, and soon he had pulled his sword out of its sheath, while nearing to the sprawled Akira upon the ground." No! Please, spare her!" Akira's foster mother had already arrived to the scene, and she quickly ran up to Akira, shielding her fosters daughter's body with her own frail body." This woman had gone too deep into the demon's spell! We could not save her, and therefore she will die along with the demon!" The preacher continued, and he raised his sword in order to strike. The crowd just grow silent with Hikaru's sobbing along with Akira's foster mother; Akira just watched the whole scene unfolded before her eyes with terror striking her." No. Please stop it. She's innocent. Stop it." Akira began to mutter softly, trying to push her foster mother away, but the elderly female would not budge. "Please. Stop." Her voice grew louder, but the preacher just ignored her plea and moved forward in order to strike down at the two females. "Why.?" Akira's eyes were wide as she watched the preacher's face only grew darker and darker as he came closer. "Is. There. Anyone to save my mother?" She asked herself silently and suddenly, she felt time was moving slowly for her." It's time for you to be awakened, Akira." A male, deep voice sounded which she had never heard of, yet sounded so familiar. It seemed the voice rang only for her ears to listen. ". Your time has come." When the voice faded away, her eyes had caught the deadly gleam of the blade as he was about to strike down upon her foster mother. It was there when her silvery eyes widened and then, she felt a rush of energy throughout her body. Before her, the preacher suddenly exploded with half of his body almost destroyed, though his hands which were still clutching upon the same sword, were blasted off to land in the heap of blood and corpse upon the floor, and all of that happened right in front of her. The blade was broken into half by some powerful power, and Akira was utterly confused on what had happened. If only she knew it was her hidden power that had saved her and her foster mother. The crowd grew silent as they were utterly shocked about what had happened. "You see?! She is a demon! She had used black magic!" One of the crowd shouted, which brought Akira to reality once more. Her foster mother was hugging her daughter tightly, utterly relieved that she was safe, but the guards began to surround them both, though being careful not to go near them. The Best Defense... Bellios quickly darted through the throngs of people crowding the streets in the direction the old man had pointed. Through the dense shadows inside Bellies' hood Bellies' bright crimson eyes glowed just a bit brighter for a moment as Bellies wiped the memory of the old man who had spotted him. It wasn't until the crowds began to flock away from where Bellies was headed that he realized he didn't know which house he was looking for. Bellios instead tugged his hood forward and allowed the current of people to carry him down the road toward the town square. It seemed that the maggots festering in this carcass of a world had gathered together in judgement of some of their own flock. Several "thieves" were lined up for an execution, sending most of them to their orientation in Hell. It was funny to Bellies how these mortals thought that they could purify the filth of their world by tarnishing their own souls. Bellios was content to watch the events unfold and was really quite enjoying himself until a pair of young girls charged into the fray apparently defending one of the accused. As generally happens when the weak stand against the strong, the would-be executioner put down their attempt at mutiny and turned the death sentence upon the two girls and the matronly ward who defended them. That was when Bellies felt surprise. After years in Hell Bellies had become accustomed to many things which mortals might find shocking or obscene, but the sight he beheld next was unlike anything he had ever expected. The young girl used demon powers to utterly decimate the man before her. Lord Akira had tried to teach Bellies that skill he referred to as "Purification", but the skill was too advanced for even Bellies' mastery of the Dark Arts. The gasp of fresh air into his smoke scorched lungs made him sputter for a second. The sight was beautiful: organs, entrails, fingers and teeth all scattered in every direction like the blood-rain of Hell. Bellies knew his new 'Mistress' at a glance, despite her innocent and pure exterior, her cold eyes betrayed a soul capable of evil beyond imagining. Bellios knew this, but it seemed Mistress Akira was more surprised than Bellies. The now blood soaked crowd however, held no apprehension about rushing in at the group of girls and thieves, ready to issue their own sentence with fist and boot. This could not be allowed... Massive black wings which resembled bat wings swept the cloak off of his shoulders and also swept a crescent shaped arc in the crowd as the feeble humans gathered in close to Bellies were sent flying in all directions and the crowd moved from a mob into a riot; damaging, pillaging and killing in the massive uproar of violence. Bellios merely left the riot to rage away as he elevated above the ground, his wings toppling more frail bodies as his own steel mounted frame glided down to the center of the fracas where his wings swept the surging crowd tumbling backward onto itself. Bellies estimated about 15 people had been crushed to death in this riot, but Mistress Akira was not among them. Bellios' hands burst open between every knuckle as long writhing coils of barbed wire burst forth, wriggling and striking through air like serpents. No matter how many times Bellies used the wire, he never got used to the feeling of those barbs ripping through his arms and fist, in fact he wasn't permitted to get used to it. Without the pain there could be no spell, the pain was the source of this power. As his metal fangs ground loudly against one another, Bellies produced enough wire to fend of the crowd without much energy, the wires were like his pets more than appendages, their mutual love of pain uniting them for this moment of blood and carnage, bodies torn into sections piling up among the pools of blood. These same wires could also turn against Bellies, if he were to stand in their way or a more powerful demon commanded them. Bellios wondered if the new Lord Akira would use the wires to inflict pain upon Bellies the way his old Master had. Bellies decided it best not to ignore the girl he would now be serving." Are you alright Mistress?" Bellies asked over his steel covered shoulder, his hands outstretched as the wires continued to carve death through the crowd. "These vermin didn't harm you did they?" Looking back, Bellies felt a warmth inside him somewhere. Warmth unlike the intense heat he had known for so long. His new Mistress Akira was really quite beautiful, her light infused eyes capturing his red ones. She looked so pure standing there in her dainty white dress. Bellies stared for probably longer than he ought, as the wires continued their mad killing frenzy unchecked. She didn't feel anything when she had watched the now dead preacher's body parts fell to the ground like a pouring bloody rain; some of the crowd squeal out of disgust at the gory display of the cruel death. The odd thing was, the blood didn't touch her or her mother at all, leaving her untainted by the bloody rain. As she stared at the spot where the preacher stood before his death, she only felt passiveness. Should she feel remorse? Why should she, when the same man was looking at her with only the look of a murderer, and worse was he was placing her mother in the same death sentence. The light-infused girl just stared forward as the crowd among with the readied guards, coming closer, and it took a few moments to realize that she couldn't escape now. There were too many people; their eyes looking so cold, as if murdering was their only intention as they stepped closer and closer. Her foster mother held onto her still, both of them quickly went to their feet, and she heard Hikaru's voice from deep within the crowd, "Akira, run please!" But where could she and her mother run to? When that question rang in her head, she heard screams and a commotion broke through from the back of the crowd. Confused and afraid, she could only watch with her arms wrapped around her foster mother protectively when a large form with black bat-like wings hovered to stand in front of the two females. What shocking to her was the arrived form was not human. Her mother did once tell her long time ago about these creatures, called demons, from the nether world. But why this particular demon was protecting her? Her eyes widened, when the demon looked to her over his armored shoulder and when he called to her as 'Mistress'; she remained silent, entirely confused on what was going on. Her mother was already terribly frightened at the sight of demon, but not Akira. He looked awfully familiar to her, and yet, she couldn't place it on why she felt the familiarity. This was her first time to ever lay eyes upon such a creature, yet his deep baritone voice seemed to calm her down. Her foster mother tried to urge her to run away, but Akira only stood still, she was so confused until the more she thought and try to make sense into the situation, she felt the beginning of a splitting headache. What brought her back to reality was the screams of pain and the air was thick with sprayed blood and death. She only just noticed the barbed wires, coiling and stabbing, tearing and ripping many bodies; as if death was dancing upon his hands and in form of deadly serpents in the air. It was only then she felt this was already too much. The air stank too much with death; it almost suffocated her. Removing herself from her foster mother's arms, she rushed to the large demon's side and her hands reached to grip upon his one arm, tugging. "Please stop. Enough, please." Her voice sounded shaky, her eyes closing as she continued to tug. "Enough. Too much bloodshed." Her form shuddered softly, and she was leaning against the demon, feeling utterly weak suddenly. She didn't understand why, but at her plea, the barbed wires stopped and soon, returning to rush back to Bellies' hands. Was it because of her that the demon stopped? She didn't understand any of this, and she didn't understand why she felt so weak; as if most of her energy was taken up, and she felt the temptation to close her eyes and to allow herself to fall into darkness. Fortunately, her close friend along with her family and her foster mother was unharmed from all the riot. Seeing that, Akira was relieved and just allowed herself to be consumed by slumber and her form fell backwards, her eyes fluttering close. ExodusBellios couldn't skiffle a groan of agony as the blood-soaked and rusty wire rocketed back through his bleeding, torn knuckles and into his muscular forearms. Slowly the wire pressed in upon itself and shrank into apparent nothingness but Bellies could feel the journey of each rusted spike wove its way through flesh and muscle encircling his bones. The pain was just as necessary now as before, the pain was the only way to seal them away. Bellies drank the pain in like wine. Mistress Akira had commanded the wires, her power was clear to Bellies by the speed and velocity with which the wires spun their way inside the Demon's muscular arms. One arm was in the gentle clutches of beautiful Mistress Akira, a sensation Bellies had to force himself to ignore long enough to focus on the pain the wires were inflicting, if left unsealed the "Wicked Wires" might well do harm to Bellies or even Mistress Akira when they least expected it. After the very ends of the wires flailed their way back between Bellies' fingers there was an eerie silence which followed. Aside from a few distant cries there was no sound, only Akira's gentle breathing and the sound of blood soaking into soil. The Earth closest to Bellies the Baby-Killer was oozing slowly down the hill toward Bellies' feet in a grim mudslide of indiscernible human gunk. Once the wires were safely sealed, Bellies allowed himself to relish Akira's gentle hand upon his seared flesh. It was certain that Mistress Akira's touch was the most pleasant thing he had felt in countless lifetimes. Mistress Akira was much different than her last incarnation, Bellies' former Master, had been. It wasn't until Mistress Akira's smoke colored eyes rolled back into her head and she began to fall through the air that Bellies considered the toll of using advanced techniques like "Purification" would take upon the soul of a mortal girl. Bellios' wing came forward to catch Akira mid-fall, his massive leathery hammock followed the momentum of her fall, gradually taking on the weight of her slender body. He held her like that, allowing himself just a moment to gaze upon her loveliness. This was his new Mistress, this human girl with Demon Power. What a strange turn of events. Bellios moved Akira over into his broad arms, she was so light and soft that Bellies felt himself becoming slightly aroused. This place was no longer safe for Mistress Akira, but Bellies knew it was forbidden to simply 'take' humans back with him to hell. The shock could very well kill her, and if she died as she was now she might be sent to Heaven and lost forever to Bellies and his kind. Bellios took to the air cradling the young girl against his sculpted and steel plated chest. The air from his wings stirred up what was left of the dry dirt behind where Bellies stood. The old woman who had been clutching Akira cried out in protest, but Bellies just angled his wings forward and glided out beyond the town limits. Uncertain of where he could take her that would be safe, Bellies focused instead on the feeling of her long black hair fluttering against his scarred arm. In her unconscious state, she could feel someone catching her in her mid-fall and she strained to open her eyelids, but they felt so heavy. The temptation to allow herself to just fall deeper into darkness was there and pulling her in until she could not ignore the calling any longer. Her form was then scooped into the demon's arms and there she felt safe and warm as she continued in her unconscious state, allowing herself to fully rest in the demon's arms. But she did think that deep inside the darkness, she could hear her foster mother screaming out her name in protest. Her eyelids budge gently, but she couldn't open her eyelids whatsoever. After a moment of struggle, her body went limp and her breathing slovens, she snuggled closer against his chest subconsciously. Looking down at her, she looked like a sleeping angel with her long and thick eyelashes casting shadows upon her high cheeks. Deep within the darkness, the same voice she had heard before the arrival of the creature, rang across the confinements of her mind, though accompanied by the strange yet soothing sounds of water droplets dropping onto the surface of a liquid, and causing ripples. Within her subconscious mind, she heard the same male voice sounding and ringing for only her to listen, "Do not worry, child. He would not harm you. He is here to protect you." That sentence itself made her calm down and soon, she was left alone again to slumber in peace as the voice died down. As Bellies flew through the air, a voice rang inside his ears, and it was known it was a message sent through by the female demon from the council room. "Bellies, had you retrieved your new master? If you did, please descend onto the ground before the very entrance to the netherworld. I would be there, waiting for you." Soon the message was done, and when the demon would finally land at the spot which the female demon had said, she was already there, standing in front of the portal. Her red eyes widened when her gaze laid upon the image of the black-haired maiden in Bellies' arms, ". A female Demon Lord. This is your new mistress?" She spoke in disbelief, but then she soon heaved out a sigh. Her thin tail swung wildly behind her before she reached a hand out to stroke a small talon across the curve of Akira's cheek. "I was hoping the new Lord Akira would be a male, but no matter, I could still have fun with a female one too." It was already known that this particular female demon who was supposed to be one of the Hell Council, was deeply attracted to the previous of Akira." Since she's all human. We could not allow her through the portal. But fortunately, we had made a special pair of bracelets for her. You must make sure she would not remove them at any cost." The female demon retrieved a pair of silver bracelets with a blood-red ruby embedded in each bracelet. "These bracelets would keep her from being killed when she enters our realm." She mused before she assisted in placing the bracelets upon each of Akira's wrists." Remember, you must ensure she does not remove them. Now, you can take her to the Lord Akira's castle. Perhaps, I'll come again soon to give a visit our dear Lord Akira." And with that, the female demon then turned around to enter through the portal to leave both Bellies with the unconscious Akira in his arms. Akira began to stir in her state, but soon she relaxed once more though she cuddled a bit closer against his chest. Hesitation. Bellios sighed once the terrifying and hung gaze of his superior was off of him and his new Mistress. Even now Bellies could feel the heat of Hell issue forth through the portal. The female demon named Listed always made his skin crawl and her perverse innuendo made Bellies nervous for his new Mistress. Listed had once shown Bellies what her idea of 'fun' was, and it made him shudder to think of this innocent, beauty being defiled that way at Listed's cruel claws. Even with the bracelets to protect her, Bellies had no desire to simply drag the unconscious girl into Hell with him. It was something almost like a conscience which kept him rooted where he was. He reassured himself with the knowledge that if she woke and was displeased with his handling of her she could unleash great suffering upon him without much effort on her part. Bellios built a small fire under the tree nearest the portal. Once Akira began to stir again Bellies gently cradled her face in his coarse gray hand. Her soft tresses tickled his arm as he gently shook her." Wake yourself mistress, we have a grim journey ahead." The black-haired maiden squeezed her eyelids as they were still shut close, she was gently stirring and slowly waking up from her unconscious state with the help of the gentle hand upon her face and shaking her to slowly arise. At first, she emitted a small sigh as if reluctant to wake up just yet. It was only that she heard a deep baritone voice which almost plead her to wake up, and she hesitantly did so as she begins to flutter her eyelids open. She squinted her eyes for a while, taking her time to slowly rise from her previous state. At first, she had a brief amnesia which overtook her as she blankly stared into the open sky. For a moment, she was certain she would find herself in her own bedroom with the usual routine of her mother waking her up for a new day. But she had found herself looking up to see she was under the open sky, and she took her time to look her surroundings to see she was nowhere near her house or in the town. Where was she now? She hadn't realized the demon present close to her, but she did turn to look, now facing the odd creature beside her. When she was calm before, now she was utterly confused and slightly frightened as it was now all written on her face. The maiden rose up from her position to stand with her own two feet, though she stumbled a few times and acknowledged she was feeling weak. Even worse that she was still experiencing that brief amnesia. Only when she glanced at the demon did all the memories flood into her head. Now she remembered everything. She ran with Hikaru to rescue her brother from being punished, she gave her effort only to dump herself in danger as the supposed executioner tried to be accused of her being a demon. The black-haired beauty remembered everything; how the man exploded from inside and met with his own death, and yet she didn't know what was the cause. Was it because of her? And then. The arrival of this creature and calling her his Mistress. He killed many people to rescue her, and she was more confused when she had the feeling she knew him from somewhere. Akira took a few steps back from Bellies, before she turned her head around, wondering where she was and fear was seeping into her slowly. What does this demon want from her? It was then she lowered her gaze to settle upon the pair of bracelets upon her wrists. The bracelets were absolutely beautiful, and she stared at their beauty, wondering who had given them. Was it the demon in front of her? There were so many questions running in her head and she wishes for them to be answered. She did ask one question though." Uhm. Where am I?" She tried to ask, though her voice was slightly shaky and sounded timid. She thought she should plunge and run away now, but she had the feeling this demon would not harm her. Furthermore, she never understood why, but she stood her ground, her light infused eyes intent upon the demon. "You. Were the. One who saved me back in the town. I thank you. I'm entirely grateful." She spoke further, her voice going a bit steady.". But. I would like to return home now, please. My mother and Hikaru. I want to be with them." Akira admitted then she slowly turned to see a strange-looking object. It looked like a portal somewhere a distance away from them, and even though she could feel warmth permeated from the fire built by Bellies, she felt more heat coming from the portal. Looking at the portal even, she felt frightened once more." Please. I want to return home." She began to plead, tears were already forming at her eyelids as she looked over to Bellies once more. "I. Know if I return, I might die, but. I want to be with my mother. My mother is still back at town." Out of the Frying Pan... Bellios snarled, his mind quickly spinning through a plot by which he might return to the village to retrieve the mortal who Mistress Akira called "Mother". Even if he did manage to carve out a retreat the feeble mortal would burn herself to the bone within seconds. Without her bracelets, Mistress Akira herself might well have died from the descent. If he wanted a second set of bracelets made, he'd have to buy them in pain and flesh. Bellios grabbed Akira by the shoulders, his grasp was firm but not fierce, he held her as securely and delicately as one might hold a kitten just before picking it up. He looked her directly in the eye, it was like fire meeting ice." Only death awaits you back there. Mortals are narrow-minded, they will have you and anyone you go to hanged." Bellies said sternly. "Once you have claimed your birthright you may issue whatever orders you please, but for now those mortals' stand a much better chance of surviving with you in there." Bellios' eyes broke their hold on Akira's to indicate the portal. Then he sighed, his stern tone of voice could later come back to harm him. The young girl's outward facade of weakness made her inward power that much more terrifying... lurking, unseen, just below that fragile looking, pristine surface."Please, Mistress, I need for you to understand the severity of your situation. The very balance of heaven and Earth lies in your hands." Bellies said earnestly, "Please, come with me." Bellios took Akira's hand in his own, her pale, delicate hand like a rose pedal in his massive claw. He pulled her as insistently as he dared, backing toward the portal. The heart beat on his back like a blacksmith's forge, as if he were dragging her into the kiln to melt down her raw ore and sculpt something completely new from the base elements. In a way, it wasn't far from the truth. Akira released a loud gasp, tears stinging her eyes when she felt the demon placing his mighty claws upon her small shoulders. She was expecting him to be handled her quite roughly, but instead he took hold of her shoulders so delicately yet so fiercely until Akira stared at the demon and confusion mixed with fear was easily interpreted upon her beautiful face. She knew the fact that if she did return to her town, the towns people would have her hang in the gallows, but she didn't care for her safety whatsoever. The black-haired maiden didn't understand what he meant by birthright; she wanted to ask him or to tell him that perhaps he had found the wrong person to take this so-called birthright. Only when he mentioned the survival of her mother along with her loved ones will be higher if she followed him, her tears started to pour from her eyelids and she felt very heavy at heart to leave her mother and also her close friend back at the town. Silently, she stared into the eyes of Bellies, and she could see he meant every word he had spoken to her. Now deliriously confused though, she simply placed her trust with him and nodded slowly, but the streams of her tears continued to flow when he took her hand into his larger claw and tugging her along with him. Fear seeped into her when he backed into the portal, she was hesitant at first before she passed through the portal to enter whatever was on the other side. She felt the scorching heat permeated throughout her skin and she gasped out softly, more out of surprise. Unlike the other demons and damned souls, her skin continued to stay as fair and unchanged as well with her appearance. The heat was indeed scorching for her, but not as scorching burning for Bellies would. The pair of bracelets upon both her wrists had successfully allowed her to enter the strange realm without harm whatsoever. More so, her soul was untainted and therefore, the heat didn't damage her delicate her skin and she retained her human form. She was, after all, still human. Seeing the new surroundings for the first time, her eyes went wide with just absolute terror, and she hurriedly went to press herself upon Bellies' chest; she wasn't certain why, but she felt secure and safe with him despite he was the one who had dragged her in such a horrible place. "... What is this place?" She muttered softly, she was beginning to sob uncontrollably. Home Sweet Hell"This... This is your Kingdom Mistress Akira, this is Hell." Bellies said as Akira clung to him. "This is my home." Bellios felt a pang of reminiscence at the back of his spine. This child was so afraid, so dependent, so naive. Bellies doubted his own judgement for a moment, recalling the brutal and sadistic evil of his previous Master. Could this sweet and innocent girl truly house that wicked soul of misfortune." Try to be just a little bit open-minded Mistress. There is much you might accomplish in this place, much you might become..." Bellies trailed off, his voice was cut short by the high-pitched squeal of the 20' buzz-saw blade which was sticking up through the scorched pavement of Main Street. The blade was spinning now, cutting the 8 or so bodies which were being dragged over its sharp teeth into 16 sides of human flesh. The crowd of gathered imps and low level demons cheered in concert with the squeezing blade. Blood sprayed out over the crowd as the imps charged in to feed on the flesh. Events like this were rare in Hell, events where fiends could seek joy or pleasure. This event was called the Pedophile Parade. All the freshest molesters and rapists from Earth are chained together and dragged over the massive saw blade. Some reach the other side, though horribly mutilated those who reached the other side intact would be the "Winners" lucky enough to remain on this uppermost level of damnation. Ones stuck on the blade when it began spinning were cast down into the boiling pits until they could find their other halves and melt their flesh back into unity. Only then could they return to serve the rest of their sentence. When the blade stopped again Bellies said no more, this was a bad place for one such as his Mistress, one so uninitiated in the ways of this realm. With her body pinned so close against his own it was easy to sweep her delicate frame into his cradling embrace once more and lift off with one strong swipe of his massive wings. To reach Akira's castle they had to cross Main Street, directly over the saw blade, quiet once more save for the vain screams of the damned being dragged across it by chains on their wrists and ankles." Hey! Hey Big Fella! What do you got there, huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Plunder from the above world unit? Init? Init? She smells real sweet big guy, will ya let me play with her after yer done, huh? Willy? Willy? Willy?" Snitch called up toward Bellies, a dirty rag wrapped around where his eyes used to be. "You owe me Big Fella, owe me big ya do, ya do, do, dodo dodo... Eek!" Snitch had been busy hopping across the backs of the tormented molesters as he was calling out to Bellies, but the sound of the blade spinning on once more cut the little imp's plea short. The body on which he was standing was cut in twain in a matter of seconds, leaving the band little imp flailing toward the spinning blade. Bellios sighed with regret at his own weakness as he swept down expertly and snatched the little imp up by digging his sharp gallons into the holes which used to hold eyeballs now were little more than gripping points to allow Bellies to carry Snitch as well as his Mistress Akira." I'm sorry Mistress, this nuisance is an acquaintance of mine." Bellies muttered as they approached the castle. "I saved your life Snitch, now it's you who owes me." The castle was tall and imposing, made of black steel pounded into sharp blades which rose above the spires and towers. Lesser demons cut themselves to shreds below trying to escape the fire depths which surrounded the castle. Bellies dropped Snitch into the jungle of blades before perching atop the tallest tower which led to Lord Akira's private quarters, untouched since he moved on." This is your palace my Mistress, this is the place where you will learn to Wald the pain, rather than shying from it." Her light-infused eyes widened as she stared at him in shock; she was in utter disbelief about what he had just said to her earlier. Was she hearing properly? Did he mention she was in Hell now? As in the afterlife, the other dimension where the damned and the cruel souls were forced to go after their death? Did that mean she was dead as well? And she didn't do anything that was sinful to end herself up in such a horrible place. Her tears continued to flow, but this time more heavily as she glanced around, she found herself unable to find her voice anymore as she stared into what was happening before her. Her ears already did catch the rather loud buzzing sound before, but she was too deep in her thinking airier to actually pay much attention to it. Now when she did turn her head to see what made the sound, she wished she didn't even look. The large-looking and buzzing saw blade made her cringed back to wanting to hide in the safety of Bellies' arms, her eyes widening MOE with horror as she realized the use of such a menacing looking blade when she watched what she noticed were humans who were in chains, and they were dragged to the saw blade mercilessly. She wasn't able to look further when she saw the first man struggling to escape the cruel punishment, yet it was futile. The pained screams of all the men as well as hearing the sounds of the blade slicing through flesh sent unpleasant chills down her back and her form began to shiver like flaking leaves as she squeezed herself more firmly against Bellies' form. It was pure irony that she find comfort with her leaning against him when he was the same creature who actually dragged her into this horrible realm. When Bellies took her in his arms once more, she held no quietly and just allow him to take her as far away as possible as she didn't want to stay here any longer. She had her eyelids shut over her eyes, her body shivering still as the image of what happened was still fresh in her mind. All the questions she wanted to ask him and to demand answers were flooding her head, but she couldn't find her voice to even utter a simple word. For now, she remained silent and pressed her face into his neck, oddly finding comfort in his embrace and finally did she managed to calm herself down and her sobbing eased down. She was utterly relieved when she heard the saw blade had stopped, and she pulled her head back to actually give a glance back to the town when they head to whatever destination the demon had decided upon. Only when she looked back that she noticed a strange creature, which looked like an imp and his squealing, which she noticed, were directed to the demon who were holding her closely to him. The imp was definitely strange though she felt a tinge of sympathy when she noticed the rags over the creature's eyes. The black-haired maiden watched over Bellies' shoulder as the imp tried to call out to Bellies, but his plea was disrupted by the saw blade switched on once more. She gasped loudly, thinking the creature was surely doomed but to her surprise, Bellies went to the imp's rescue. She stared at his face for a moment, wondering to herself who this demon really was though she silently disapproves of how he was gripping upon the imp. When the large demon apologized to her, she shook her head quickly as in indicating that it was fine for her, and she was actually grateful that he was kind enough to rescue him. Though the rescue fell short when they reached a menacing castle of sharp blades. She watched as Bellies purposely dropped the imp into the forest of blade then wondered to herself whether the creature would turn out alright. For now, she wondered to herself on who live in such a terrifying looking place. To her surprise, this place was supposed to be her, and she stared at his face. This time, she managed to find her voice.". I'm. Supposed to live here? And this is supposed to be a palace?" She paused before she released herself from his embrace. "I. Don't understand what you mean about this supposed to mine. Or that this is supposed to be my kingdom. And that this horrible place is Hell!" She spoke out in a rush, she begins to breathe in deeply as she felt panic rushing through her. "I. Think you got the wrong 'Akira'. And furthermore. Since this is supposed to be 'Hell', does it mean that I'm dead? And that. I did something really sinful to actually be here now?" She raised both her hands to grip the sides of her head, and she didn't allow Bellies to answer any of her questions as she rushed away from him, while the only thought in her head was to get away from him and away from this horrible place as far as possible. Seeing the stairs, she rushed down from the roof of the tower to head towards the stairs and hoping she could find any means of escape. She hurried through the flight of stairs before she faced a door and quickly, she pushed the knob down to go open the door and find herself which was she concluded was a private quarter. All thoughts of running away or escaping fled her mind when she stared at the designs of the room. Whoever lived in here seemed such a dark and cruel person, as the feeling from the room was giving such a dark aura and yet the feeling seemed so familiar. Somehow mesmerized by the outlook of the room, she entered a bit deeper until she was drawn to the table placed somewhere a distance away from her and there, she saw a black book with silver lining and edges, along the words written upon the cover was written in blood. She narrowed her eyes slightly and being very curious as well as daring, she reached her hand out and placed her fingers upon the cover to feel the texture. When her fingertips made contact with the book, she felt a quick jolt of energy passing through her fingers from the book, and she gasped loudly before snapping her hand back by surprise.

Demonic Innocence (Closed)|rating:3.0

The New Rennaisance (Cam & KTH)

Daniel Simpson was no artist, at least not in a way others could see. That his mind was creative, there was no doubt; he had made a small fortune in computer science and software design, but he hated his work. He considered himself a Renaissance man … in the sense of taking the arts to previously unknown expressions. But his efforts only ended in frustrations. All he lacked was natural talent. Daniel had decided to live vicariously through another, and so it was with high hopes that he entered the annual Art Fest. The tents were filled with Rembrandt and Picasso wannabes. He strolled along inspecting the samples on display … but to an artist, it was obvious that they had technical expertise, but lacked any creative genius. None would suit his purposes. He had hoped to find that rare individual with talent and inspiration. Another frustration, it seemed … He was about to abandon his hopes as he approached the final few ‘starving artists.’ It was a shame, really. Daniel was a successful and generous man, acquiring his wealth by the young age of thirty-eight. To see his six-foot frame in its faded jeans, sneakers, and pull over shirt; to look into his young mustached face with its unkempt brown hair and ever present sunglasses that hid his striking green eyes, one would never guess that he lived in a secluded estate. Another ‘thumbing at his nose’ to accepted conventions. It was with fading expectations that he began to inspect the works of an unimpressive female hopeful … Something was different in her works … she had a flair for the unconventional, trying to say something through her work, its message blurred by the inferior paints and supplies she obviously used. But Daniel saw some of what he sought … and he became excited. He looked more closely at her various paintings. Yes … she might be someone who could unshackle and unleash his ideas that cried out from his mind. He walked up to her, complimenting her work, wanting to explore who she was before he made her an offer. “Hello … I love your work! It speaks to me.” He extended his hand, “My name is Daniel Simpson …” The day had been unbearably hot, but Adrian pretended she wasn't noticing. The landlord wanted her rent and she hadn't even finished paying her debts, the water and electricity had been turned off so she smelt worse than a barn animal (though she had gone to the public restroom and put up quite a fight against the stink), and, for the little cherry on top of her shit sundae, Adrian had no buyers. There were kids who stopped and pointed with a giggle, as well as the amateur art critics and the people who didn't even spare a precious glance. Maybe once in a blue moon there would be those guys who would lead her on, but even then it was just to determine whether it was garbage or crap, and if she would pay them to take it. Some chick even complained that Adrian had used her disposed couch cushion, and that she should be paying her. Adrian was nearly thrown out for busting her upper lip, but it had felt so good. The woman was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt that had been ripped at the bottom sometime in its miserable, ketchup-and-dirt stained life, and some jeans that appeared to have been jammed in a blender, or otherwise haven't been taken off since God-knows-when. She had her hair up in a ponytail, for what it was worth, it looked like it had taken a few fatal blows to a brush. However, it had most unfortunately won, for the black mass dominated her head like an ominous, dusty cloud. In a while, Adrian found herself chewing on a rubber band as she waited for doomsday to come and for some guy to come bash her head in with a bat because she couldn't pay her debts. Almost as if she had summoned the devil with her thoughts, Adrian saw a man with reasonably casual clothing, a mustache, and a pair of sunglasses that most obviously were used to mask his identity; she could tell almost immediately that he wasn't a serious buyer. Oh, there he is. Adrian thought sordidly. The guy with the bat. The thought became less sarcastic and more uneasy as the man closely analyzed her paintings, almost as if he was judging to see if they were even worth stealing. And then he was walking up to her. The man looked pleased with himself, and some optimistic part of Adrian was getting a cardiac arrest from eating too much hope. She smiled worriedly, knowingthat he was going to let her down or ask how much money she's gotten so far. He wanted money. He wanted something. The little panic demon in Adrian's brain began bashing in the optimist's skull while the pessimist sadistically ranted on and on. His lips moved. He's extending his hand." I-..." Adrian stammered as if she was in a stupor. "Adrian." She grabbed the hand and took a deep breath. I need to stretch the mouth muscles to make them wide. Hide the teeth, now, hide the teeth so he doesn't see the ugly tooth smile. Nod. Make normal statements. The weather's nice. Do you like baseball? Baseball bats? I hope not." They speak to you?" she asked weakly, as if she hadn't heard him right. "Because Alexander Hamilton speaks to me." She chuckled nervously. Ugh. That was smooth. Just talking about the money outright like that? Real smooth." I'm sorry," she said quickly. "That wasn't funny at all." It's hard not to look so hungry, but I really need the money bad." I'm glad to hear you like them." Even if I know you're not going to buy one. Daniel smiled, "Oh, no need to apologize ... I assumed you were here to earn." He eyed her closely. It was obvious she was down on her luck and in desperate need of money. No great insight there; her disheveled appearance screamed poverty." She may be the one ... talented, unconventional, and in desperation." He continued to inspect her paintings, asking general questions ... and learning of her disappointing background. He picked one up ... an 18"x20" canvass of a naked woman ... surreal, Picasso-like in technique, and yet with a certain personal flair that expressed her own unique view. The nipples and sex were exaggerated ... a statement of the desires of men ... The overall effect was dull, lacking richness in color. But her talent was evident ... Daniel bit his lower lip as he considered it. He had decided to make her an offer ... purchasing this was the bait for the hook ..." This is an interesting piece, Adrian ..." He turned and looked at her through his dark glasses. "May I call you Adrian?" Daniel did not wait for her response ... of course he would call her 'Adrian.' "Hmmmmmm ... yes. How much do you want for this one?" For a moment, Adrian was speechless. She battled between giving him a really high number or giving him a really low number; this situation felt so delicate that she was afraid to haggle. "Fifty-no, twenty. Twenties what I meant to say." She wet her lips and took a deep breath. He obviously wasn't being serious. "Five dollars. Whatever you can afford." There was no way he wanted that thing. In this lighting, it looked pale, absolutely lacked any sort of interesting contrast, and... "Are you seriously going to buy this?," she whispered, more to herself than to the man, in a way that was both uncertain and hopeful. Daniel set the painting down and reached for his wallet, handling her a one hundred dollar bill. "You seem confused ... this should cover it." He replaced his wallet, looking again at the painting ... pleased with his purchase. He turned thoughtful as he looked back at her. "Adrian ... hmmmmmm ... I wonder if you ..." He was paving the way for his offer ... one he was sure she would not refuse. But he did not want to seem too anxious; he had looked for a long time, and she seemed perfect. Looks-wise, she would never do. But he would fix that. But she had the creative mind and talent ... Adrian stared at the one hundred dollar bill like she had never seen one in her life. Her fingers shook, and she kept flipping it over and over again as if it was going to disappear if she didn't memorize its appearance. "If I?..." her voice seemed distant. For one of her paintings, that seemed like a million dollars. She ran her bony fingers through her snarly hair and looked at Daniel uncertainly. "Are you buying everything?" she laughed. "Is that where this is going?" Her smile faded, and she licked her chapped lips yet again. Her bottom lip was bleeding. "You don't need to do that just because you feel sorry for me," she mumbled. "This isn't a charity." "It is not charity ... you've earned it through you work." He looked at her. And then smiled, "In fact, I would like to be your patron ... hire you to create artwork for me." He could see she was stunned ... no knowing if this was a joke or not. "If you have studied the Renaissance, then you know the concept." He reached again into his wallet and produced his business card. Handing it to her, "Take this ... think about it ... and give me a call. I have to leave now." He picked up his painting. "It was nice to meet you, Adrian ... I do hope to hear from you." He bowed and departed, leaving the Art Fest, pleased that he had found his artist. Later on that day, Adrian sat at home beside the phone, flipping the business card over and over and over. She hadn't been aware of what he was referring, so she had to get some books on the subject. According to her studies, it seemed as if the patron hosted the artist in his house, providing for them as little or an s much as they wanted to. If that was part of the deal, that didn't sound at all bad. She really needed a way to pay off her debts. So eventually she took up the phone, dialed the number on the card, and heard the ring. Yes, she thought in my head. When do we start? Daniel returned to his estate, hoping that Adrian would call. He had already arranged for whoever would be his artist ... a wing of his estate, fully furnished, with a studio. He hung the painting above his bed ... truth be known, Daniel was enamored by women. Furthermore, he loved them so. Adrian was not the best example of the fairer sex, but ... he planned to improve her body, if she accepted his offer and signed a contract. The phone rang, and a servant answered, "Daniel Simpson Estate ... how may I help you?" Daniel was relaxing in his jacuzzi ... unaware that she was calling him ... Adrian was speechless for a moment. "MMM..." she stammered. "I think I have the wrong number." However, the woman didn't hang up, gripping onto the phone with sweaty hands. Of course, it was the right number. The estate was the same name as the one he gave her. This must be a prank, she thought glumly. "I was told to call this number to speak to The-... Err... Mr. Simpson?" She paused. "Tell him my name is Adrian. He bought one of my pieces at the Art Fest." "One moment please." The phone was taken to Daniel. "Sir ... there is a "Miss Adrian" for you." He took the phone. "Hey Adrian! I am so glad you called! So ... are you interested?" He waited for her answer, then continued. "Great! Okay ... listen. Can you come to my residence this afternoon? 2347 Meadow Lane. It is south of the city ... it will look like you are heading into the country. About five miles outside the city limit, look for a red brick road with a big gate. Pull in there ... the guard will let you through ... great! I am looking forward to seeing you! Bye." He smiled as he laid back into the steaming water. Adrian's jaw dropped when she saw the front of the house. It was... It was huge! Like none, she had ever seen before. Tentatively she stuck her head out and the guard waved her by. At the front, Adrian pulled her bags out of the car and paid the taxi driver. The woman helped herself in the door. She didn't know what to say about the place. It was... Nice. Beautiful. Breathtaking. "Mr. Simpson?" she called unsurely. "Are you there?" Her voice echoed off the walls. A servant appeared, responding to the calling of Mr. Simpson. "Yes ... please come in." He leads her into a large reception room and told her she could be seated. He would inform Mr. Simpson that he had a guest. The room was furnished in a leather couch and matching chairs. It had a bar in the corner and a working fireplace. Soon, Daniel appeared, wearing his blue jeans and a pull-over polo shirt. "Hello Adrian! Did you have any trouble finding the place?" He extended his hand towards her, obviously pleased to see her. Adrian shook her head and his hand in the same moment. "I had no idea..." She said in a small voice. "You'll have to explain to me again... You mean I'll be living here?" She looked unsure of how to react. "Please ... have a seat." He walked over and sat down next to her. "Let me explain what I am offering you. I will sponsor you ... your patron, if you will. I have some very creative ideas and concepts, but I lack the talent to make them come alive. Furthermore, I want to put you under contract to be the expression of my ideas." Can I get you anything to drink or eat? "ROGER!" he called. The servant appeared, "Yes Sir?" "Bring us some lunch." Roger left to complete the task. "Living here would be convenient ... I have a studio already established. But that is up to you." He turned towards her. "So ... are you interested?" "I'll be paid?" Adrian asked. "Just to pay off my debts," she said quickly. "And pay for supplies." If a fish with a hook in its mouth is considered caught, then the woman was most definitely just jumping directly onto a board and gutting herself. "Absolutely," she said excitedly. "But what's the catch?" He sat back and looked at her, contemplating. This was it. "I would want you to live here ... a provision of the contract. I will feed you ... I suspect you could use a little more weight, no offense intended." He leaned forward and looked into her eyes. "I need your creative talent to express the ideas in my head. I have my own version of what art is ..." He continued to look deeply into her eyes. "Here is the catch ... you have to do what I want you to do. No questions ... no argument. It inartistic ideas you are expressing ... that is what I will pay you to do. It will be a binding contract ... one that you will not be able to break." He leaned back ... waiting for her reaction. That doesn't sound so bad." That's it?" Adrian asked. "You provide what I need in exchange for my services?" She laughed and rubbed her knees. "Why would I want to back out of it? It all sounds too good to be true!" She scrubbed her cheek softly. A warm bath, a hot meal, a place to sleep... And this house isn't too shabby at all." I accept. I most certainly accept. Furthermore, I just don't understand how you could be offering it tome." Daniel was delighted. "Wonderful!" He reached over and gave her a hug. "I have been looking for the perfect artist ... and now, I have found her!" Roger brought in the food and drinks, placing the tray on the coffee table. "Thank you, Roger. Oh, and Roger: Adrian will be living with us. Please set up the bedroom by the studio." Roger looked at her, a slight smirk on his face. "Yes Sir ... very good."" Please ... please ... eat." Daniel pulled out his cell phone and placed a call. "Yes ... yes, Sidney ... it's Daniel. Remember that art patron contract I asked you to draw up about a year ago ... yes, that is the one. Go over it and make sure all the provisions are clearly spelled out ... and then bring it to me. Yes ... yes, I found her." He laughs, "Well, I told you I would ... okay ... thanks Sidney." He hung up and took some of the food, looking at Adrian. Why would she want to back out of it? He smiled ... she really did not know what she was committing to ... but she would learn in time. But now was the time to celebrate! "When can you move in?" Adrian received the hug stiffly and awkwardly, but she patted his shoulder in order to reassure him that he wasn't doing anything wrong. "Anytime!" She said with a laugh. "Today, even, if I can get a ride home and grab my things." She shrugged nonchalantly. "My landlord wants me out soon, anyway!" And then she burst out laughing, laughing, laughing--laughing so hard that it brought tears to her eyes. She had never felt so incredibly lucky before. And she couldn't stop laughing, though she tried. She just felt so relieved. This is insane, she thought. I hope nobody wakes me up. I want to keep dreaming. Daniel was very pleased ... he noticed her stiff reaction to his hug, but he was not making a pass. Sex was not the reason he was putting her under contract. "Great! As soon as my lawyer gets her, and you sign the contract, I will have one of my men take you to your apartment and retrieve you think. Give your landlord my card if he gives you a hard time." Now that they had reached an agreement, Daniel wanted to know more about her. The usual stuff ... for completeness. What he really wanted to know was how inhibited she was. The hug made him wonder ... would she balk at being naked before him? She would get used to it ... once she signed her name. He was already planning to reconstruct her body. He needed her natural talents ... the rest could be taken care of through modern techniques. Breast enhancement was a must ... Adrian wasn't used to close, intimate contact of any kind, even if the contact was amiable and Platonic. Most hugs she ever shared were bear hugs and choke holds." I guess it's all just waiting, then," Adrian said. That was fine. Adrian was an expert on waiting. She began nibbling on the meal before her, being the type to take her time eating. She was unaware of what lay before her, so, in her ignorance, she didn't worry about it. "So why didn't anybody else take up the offer?" she asked. "Did you ask anybody else?" She hoped he wouldn't find someone he preferred over her. He was glad to see her eat ... she needed to fill out a bit. Daniel liked the look of a healthy woman, perhaps slightly on the heavier side. This, too, could be traced to his affinity to the Renaissance period. He joined her in lunch. "No ... you are the first I have extended this offer. I have seen the work of hundreds of artists ... but they are all conventional. I see a wildness to your work ... a rebelliousness that spoke to me. Furthermore, I look forward to working with you." He poured them both a glass of sweet tea. It was not long before the attorney arrived with the contract. He explained the provisions and details of the agreement, stressing the binding nature before she signed: she was committing to a year in Mr. Simpson's service. She would be given room and board, and all supplies for her art expressions. The value of each work would be determined by Mr. Simpson, and are his possession. There were a few other technical points. The contract was placed before Adrian. If she had no questions, then she should sign if she agrees ... Soon Adrian's irregular, boxy signature was at the bottom of the page, and she let out a relieved sigh. The more final this agreement became, the more happy Adrian felt. This contract meant an end to her money problems and a launch-off to her career of artistic expression. With a sip of sweet tea (a beverage she never really liked nor hated), the woman leaned back in her chair. I'm the luckiest artist in the world, she thought with a grin. Daniel took the signed document and looked at her signature ... it was official ... she belonged to him for a year! He smiled as he gave the document to the lawyer, who bowed, offered his congratulations to Adrian, and left ..." Okay, then, Adrian ... it is official!" He took and finished his tea. "Go and get all that you need and return ... I want to start tonight." He planned a simple painting at first ... a nude of himself ... to ease her into her new position. Canvass would be the starting point ... human flesh the next ... Adrian nodded, feeling a sort of euphoria hit her. It's final. There wasn't much that Adrian had decided to keep from her house-- really, it was mostly hygiene products and some old sketchbooks. Everything else she just assumed would be picked clean by some person or another. And when she returned later that night, Adrian felt clean (despite the fact that she still hadn't bathed in quite some time.) Her life was starting with a whole new slate, and she welcomed the change gladly. Daniel was not there when she returned to the estate. She was met by Roger, who lead her through the house to the east wing. He opened the door to a spacious, fully furnished room. "This is your room, Miss Adrian ... the bathroom is over there." He pointed to a private bath. "And over there is a wardrobe of clothes Mr. Simpson selected. I am sure you will find something to your taste. And your studio, as you can see, is over there." He pointed to a covey space fully equipped with canvases and paints, modeling stands ... everything imaginable for any creative idea. "He expects you for dinner in an hour. May I suggest you bath and dress appropriately." He bowed and departed the room ... closing the door and leaving Adrian alone to explore her new world. As soon as Roger left, Adrian couldn't help but circle around the room, taking in all the surrounding colors. She laid her stomach on the floor and spread her arms in a circle around her, closing her eyes and imagining a sea of melted glass swirling with thousands of colorful drops. Then she rolled over to the wardrobe and, laying on her back with her head pressed against the wardrobe's base, Adrian used her toes to pull open the doors and be dazzled with all the magnificent shapes, colors, textures. She felt a giggle bubble up from her chest, and with a roll she stood up straight. There was no one there, so Adrian stripped free of her ugly soiled garments, and cast them into the nearest trashcan. Soon Adrian found herself feeling the walls and admiring its smoothness and coolness. And then she twirled in the bathroom, and found with a gasp that the room was spacious and lively, with an intricate mosaic that variated between tiny mirror pieces and small squares of black, making the whole room bright and well-lit. The bath tub had a faucet with a silverfish handle, with flourish Adrian oh so slightly turned. There were tubes with sweet-smelling bubble bath mixtures and even more tubes labeled for hair, skin, scent, texture. Soon the water began filling the room with a film of dew, and with a luxurious sigh Adrien dipped herself into the hot water. At the bottom it was cool and slightly bumpy-- there were long tubes radiating from the center (where they all dipped into one hole that Adrian assumed must have been the drain), and the holes that were raised around it poured streams of bubbles into the warm bath. If she could have, Adrian would have kissed every bubble as she scrubbed away her ugly past and laughed and laughed and laughed. Once dried, Adrian walked freely into the room, admiring the clean feeling the air had against her nude skin. She wanted to try everything that was there, but seeing as she hadn't the time, Adrian simply picked the first thing in sight-- a red dress, riddled with various holes and stitches that created a unique, quirky, abstract effect. Her hair, now combed, matched it-- slightly uneven, slightly off-kilter. Flattering, she decided with a satisfied grin. Much more so than her clothing from before. And I smell so nice. But the hour was up, and Adrian headed out to find where dinner was waiting... Daniel had returned shortly after she arrived. "Is she here?" he asked of Roger, who assured him that she was, and that he had settled her in. "Good .... good." He bounded up the stairs to his room, pealed off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. He did not take long; soon, he was dried and getting dresses. Bikini underwear underneath loose fitting pants held together by a draw string. He then slipped on a sleeveless t-shirt and an open shirt. Casual ... their first dinner together. He bounded down the stairs and entered the dining room ... set for two with a candle in the middle. Already the fillet minion was near completion, already wrapped in bacon. Baked potatoes ... corn, and rolls. A bottle of red wine completed the meal. He was standing when Adrian walked in. A smile instantly formed on his face. She looked stunning, and Daniel told her so. "A perfect choice! Red seems to be your color." He walked over and pulled out her chair, "Please ..." He pushed it in as she sat, and he then took his seat. "I hope you like fillet minion ..." As he asked, Roger poured them both a glass of wine. "A toast!" Daniel said as he raised his glass. "To our creative union!" Adrian nodded, though honestly she had never tried filet Minoan. Nor had she had such expensive wine, or much wine in general-- Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer was the extent of her unfortunate drinking career. So with a slight giggle, the woman raised her glass. "A toast to you saving my ass," she said, and laughed once more. It was true, though. She took a sip of the wine. "I'm still having troubles believing this isn't some kind of cruel joke," she murmured. Daniel smiled. She was overwhelmed, and that was good. "It's not a cruel joke ... but you'll earneverybit of it." He took a sip of his wine and watched her. He was pleased ... she looked much better than at first, and would look better once she underwent the cosmetic surgeries he intended for her. Furthermore, he took his knife and fork and cut into his main entrée, tasting it. "Oh Adrian ... do try the filet ... it is exquisite!" After a while, he casually started a conversation. "So, tell me ... how do you feel about different artistic expressions? Are you open to them, or do you strictly canvass and paint?" He wanted to feel her out a bit ... get her used to the ideas he had in mind. He took a bit of his baked potato and waited for her response. The woman took a moment to swallow, since she was eating as if the food might walk off the plate. "I'm no stranger to hard work," Adrian said confidently. "And I think I can work in pretty much any medium you ask for; clay, paint, anything." She started carving up the filet and paused to savor the taste. Now that's real food. She dabbed her lips and chin. "What'd you have in mind?" Daniel enjoyed seeing her enjoy her food. He knew this was all new to her, and he had no doubt she would embrace it. He was offering her a lot ... but his expectations would grow as he eased her into her new life as his personal artist." Nothing specific ... we'll just let it unfold." He was not ready to reveal some of his concepts ... not yet. "I do find the human body to be the ultimate subject. So diverse in what one can do." He took another bite and continued. "How do you feel about nudity?" Adrian laughed. "I figured after seeing some of the images in my gallery that you'd be able to guess. Nudity is delicious-- it's the rawest form of a human." Of course, the thought never crossed Adrian's mind as to what all nudity and the subject of the human body entailed. Ignorant to what exactly she was agreeing to, Adrian began chewing her empty fork in thought. "Besides. You say it, I'll do it. It's as simple as that." Daniel smiled. "Excellent! Do you feel like beginning after dinner? We can wait to begin tomorrow, if you are not up to it." He eyed her as he continued his meal ... he had a simple concept, really. One that could be completed, depending on her creativity ... "I'll need to get changed," Adrian stated, "But sure! Why not?" She exhausted the contents of her plate and pushed away the rest. She was absolutely stuffed, but the woman had not finished a corner of the plate. Daniel smiled again. "Wonderful! If you are done, then go and prepare your paints ... I will be up momentarily." He watched as she got up from the table and headed to her studio. Daniel took a few moments to finish his meal, and then, taking the bottle of wine with him, he headed towards his room to change before joining Adrian for their first artistic encounter. The artist decided to change to a more plain outfit-- a simple white canvas dress that was lovely, but not at all comparable to the other outfits in the selection. Adrian was enamored by the selection. There was ink, various pallet knives (at least she thought that was what they were?...) and various areas of floor and table space. And loads upon loads of acrylic paints-- perhaps because they wouldn't cause skin problems or require toxic substances such as turpentine, unlike oil paints? Newspaper print sheets were lined up in huge numbers, and beside them supplies such as charcoal, ink, and other such speedy mediums. Obviously the artist would be doing some sketching?... The artist set out the paints she was interested in using-- mostly bright, poppy colors-- and laid on her stomach to sketch a sort of unique Celtic design that had the realism of the human body. Daniel entered Adrian's living/work area dressed in a simple robe made of satin. She was on the floor, sketching. "I hope the selection of supplies meet your approval ... if there is anything you need, let me know." He walked over and took one of the cushioned stools from against the wall and sat down. "Tonight, I want to give you the opportunity to express your own creativity. Use any medium you want ... any design." He looked at her with a smile. "I will pick the canvass you will work upon." He stood up and disrobed, standing naked before her. His body was toned with muscle definition. It was also completely hairless. "My body is your canvass for tonight ..." Adrien's heart skipped a beat.... Well, that was unexpected." Uh-... Ayah-..." she stammered. "You mean, um..." The artist gulped and blinked rapidly a few times. "All of it?" There was no way to explain it. Adrian was just stupefied. "I guess I'll..." she said in a strained voice, and pulled over the paints to use. "I mean... Um... Are you serious?..." Daniel looked a bit disappointed. He knew it would be shocking at first, but he had hoped that her creative side might quickly take over and see the possibilities. He had no preconceived ideas ... he was merely looking for her expressions ... what did her artist's mind see in a human canvass? It was a test for her ... he had to ease her into the kinds of things he hired her for." All of it? Some of it? That is up to you." He looked into her eyes. "I am here to be your sculpture ... your canvass ... your outlet for expression." Daniel sat there and looked at her. He hoped that he had not made a poor selection. "O-okay," Adrien said as if she had just finished swallowing a relatively large object. She nodded and took a few deep breaths. This is simply a canvas, the woman reminded herself. She squeezed out some paint from the tube and sopped some up into the nylon bristles of her brush. Yellow. The artist started at his navel, creating circular brush strokes that branched out into the shape of the sun. Then she incorporated some red, creating and orange hue. The yellow eventually eased out to red in a structured, even pattern. Then the tube of blue-- Adrian stood and squirted some on the man's chest and used her fingernails to lightly trail down the paint. Her fingers went around his navel, and downward still. This was expression. Adrian would express how she felt. So she continued onward, stopping only at the very tip of the man's shaft. Then the artist smoothed in the blue paint from its starting point downward, creating a symmetrical design. The woman was shy to go back to the man's member, but the creative end of her wouldn't have any of it. She seized the bluish flesh and added some red to it. The strokes were lively, and they crashed together so forcefully... Daniel leans back as she prepares her paints, very pleased that she has accepted her first assignment. The feel of the paint on his smooth skin send a slight shudder through his body as the brush passes over his body. He smiles ... a sunburst originating in the core of his body; he liked it. He watched her eyes ... she was seeing his body as a canvass, just as he hoped! And this was only the beginning. He was surprised when she discarded the brush and used her nails to spread the paint ... EXCELLENT! This was what he hoped for ... but he was not expecting her to attempt to paint his cock so quickly. He had thought she would avoid it due to basic human taboos ... but she attacked it with wonderfully bluish strokes. Daniel shuddered as her nails stimulated his shaft ... his breathing slightly heavier. He concentrated ... not wanting to allow this to become sexual. But it was difficult ... but was not sexuality artistic? It was. "Adrian ... please remove your clothes and continue. We are creating a primal event ... allow it to fire your creativity!" The woman stared at Daniel thoughtfully and stood. She tilted her head, looking almost as if she were in a trance. The wine was beginning to take effect, and her cheeks were slightly rosy from the drink. She felt so human and alive, and she couldn't help but trace the contours of the man's body. And soon the clothing was shed in a small flutter, and she looked up at the human canvas before her with new resolve. The thin skin on her body stretched over her stomach and ribs strenuously, and her nipples stood out pointedly. She took some red paint and created purple spirals that radiated from her nipples. Seeing as the paint on her hands was dwindling, Adrian took some more red from the tube and washed it over her stomach, parting only to paint down each leg down to the knee. The floor hit her fingers, as she was kneeling, so Adrian took up her red, paint-covered hands and started stroking the long blue skin of Daniel's body until the red on her own hands mixed well with it to make purple. Daniel watched her as she was transformed from a shy girl to an artist! He could see that her creative eyes were seeing the possibilities, and he delighted as she shed her clothes and began to apply paint to herself. His cock was rock hard ... although he had not intended this to be sexual, it was becoming just that. But what more beautiful expression of living art than the intertwining and coupling of two bodies? He started to breath heavier as her hands again touched his body ... mixing her colors with his, making a new color. Just as the mixing of a man and a woman make a new creation. He shuddered as her fingers brushed his blue member ... wanting now to kiss her and let their colliding bodies form a new expression. Adrian stood and moved away from the canvas and marveled at the beautiful, brilliant colors. But then... It was not nearly close to finished she knew! Especially the face. The face next. The artist took some yellow paint and dabbed it onto her lips. She made different shapes with her lips and stamped these designs down his legs. But the legs were not soft and interesting like she had assumed the face would, so Adrian stood, slobbed some yellow over her mouth and cheeks, and dropped the tube. The red paint she splayed over her patron's lips, and soon had the paint massaged down his jaw in little playful swirls. Finally, the artist leaned close and... And... She couldn't. It was so important to the piece, but Adrian simply could not bring herself to kiss the man. Creativity and sensuality had blended for Daniel ... her lips pressing against his legs ensured the firmness of his manhood. He watched her as she stood ... enjoyed the application of paint to his lips and face. She was near the completion and had done beautifully ... he was so pleased with her! The ease with which she embraced this new art form bode well for his more extreme ideas. He watched as she neared him ... opening her yellow lips slightly. But she hesitated ... why? He whispered, "You have done so well, Adrian ... and now finish it! Let us mix the colors of our lips and bodies ... creating a unique masterpiece!" She couldn't. The artwork wasn't complete, and she knew it wasn't. "Not yet," she said simply. Adrian tilted her head and, instead of kissing his lips, began kissing Daniel's neck. The same circled of yellow on his legs began appearing on his neck. Adrian lifted his arm and began kissing the underside of it. Then the trail ran behind him, on the backside of his neck. The artist took red and blue tubes and squirted both sides, one per color. And the paint ran down, caressed the curve of Daniel's buttocks. Adrian helped the globs along, making them into squares and massaging his butt cheeks with it. Then she let them pool down his legs. She refreshed the yellow on her lips and kissed each of his shoulder blades, creating orange, creating green. The leftovers on her lips Adrian wiped onto her thigh, and yet again she replenished the yellow paint. "All right," the artist requested softly. She felt so bold, so powerful to the canvas before her, She prowled around it like a cat with a meal. Yet, in the same way, she felt a slave to it, bound to serving it yet in the same way controlling and manipulating it. "This may be completed." She leaned toward him and, yellow lips with red, started the transformation of a bright and exciting orange. Daniel was very excited by his personal artist, both creatively and sexually. He stood there as she painted her canvass, not embarrassed at all by his raging hard on. Her lips upon his neck and shoulders ... her hands creating shapes on his back and buttocks ... thrilled him. He felt his breathing rate increase. This was exactly what he had hoped for ... and now, she was prepared to finish her masterpiece. He watched as she leaned towards him to create a rich orange by the mixing of their lips together. He wanted to take hold of her ... to begin the rich mix of their bodies together ... but she was the artist, and he was the canvas. The orange was vivid, beautiful, and alive. It dripped down the chins of the two canvases. And then, her tongue as a paintbrush, Adrian painted up Daniel's cheek, then up the other, then, as a silly gesture, on his nose. The more creativity she was allowed, the more Adrian seemed to want to explore. "This is all so natural," she murmured, rubbing circles on the man's stomach, "The two forms moving as one." Daniel closed his eyes as their lips met, opened mouth ... full. The paint mixing with each movement. She broke their kiss, and he soon felt her tongue upon his cheeks ... and nose! This brought a brief smile, replaced with a gasp as he felt her hands upon his stomach ... mixing the colors. He slowly opened his eyes ... he wanted to join their canvasses in the traditional way ... but he waited to see if the artist was ready for this ultimate expression ... "Is that all right?" Adrian asked, still in her stupor. "For me to..." She was drunk, and the tipsy feeling made it hard to stand. "Let's lay down," the artist said. Daniel did not notice how she had been affected by the alcohol ... until now. He smiled. Adrian had done her work wonderfully, and all the while a bit on the tipsy side. "Yes ... we can lay down. You are the artist, and I am your canvas!" With that, he slowly laid down, not knowing how she wanted him. He decided to lay on his back. "Is this good?" Adrian nodded, and with relief crawled onto him. She took him into yet another kiss, even if that got paint in her mouth. "Much better," she murmured, and laid her head on him. He watched as she crawled up on top of him, straddling him as she leaned down and kissed him. He returned her kiss ... but refused his natural desire to take hold of her hips. This was her creation ... and she had to initiate all contact according to her artistic design. Still, Daniel was very pleased! He was sure she would be too when she saw the video ... after the multi-angles were edited and put together in its final form. Then she would see her creative sensuality displayed before her ... inspiring her for the other creations he had in mind ... Slowly but surely, Adrian connected them. She wasn't sure what she was doing-- she felt sort of dizzy. She let out a shudder and closed her eyes to the feeling. It hurt more than she would have expected-- she was a virgin. Daniel watched as she seemed to sway ... the effects of the alcohol, no doubt. And he was not ready when she speared herself with his cock, letting out an audible gasp. She was so tight .... and there was a moment of temporary resistance before she completely sheathed his shaft. He looked at her ... the realization causing him to smile. She was a virgin ... and she was just deflowered! That would be the name of her creation ... or something similar. He wanted to hug her ... but he determined to make this a most pleasurable experience for her. The first one should always be memorable ... She didn't want to move-- Adrian was paralyzed by the painful feeling. "I can't do it," she shuddered. She realized that there were tears in her eyes. "I need your help." Yes, she was a virgin, no doubt ... and she had hurt herself on him. He reached up and took hold of her, pulling her close to him. "Be still ... rest for a moment. The pain will subside. It is natural the first time." He rubbed her back as he stayed perfectly still. After a while, he rolled her over so that she was on her back. He withdrew from her and began to slowly rub his fingers over her sex. "Wait a moment ... and we will make love. Slowly ... gently. I promise ... it will be enjoyable." Adrian wanted to paint that-the feeling of her patron's kindness. Friction, life, mortality, unity. "It's beautiful," she gasped. Daniel smiled ... he had chosen wisely. While he had transitioned to sexuality, she was still thinking artistically. He continued to gently rub her pussy ... focusing his fingers over her clit. "And how would you capture this most tender of moments?" Before she could answer, he leaned down and kissed her ... gently, their lips pressing and mixing colors. He whispered, "Tell me ..." "Red," she replied, "Red, violet, and white." Yes, she could see it-- the abstract image of color, the dots of yellow over a red and purple background. There would be lines snaking around this way and that-- an image simple, yet complex in texture. She closed her eyes and saw it clearly-- the warm feeling, the rush, the tenderness... She was nearly speechless as she arched her head back in ecstasy. Daniel smiled as he reached over and pulled her paints closer. Taking the white, he squeezed some onto his fingers and painted between her leg, surrounding her folds and slit. It represented her virginity. He then took red and applied it to her covering mounds ... to represent the deflowering blood. And finally, he found the tube of violet, and applied it to the head of his penis. All was ready, he leaned down and kissed her as he slowly placed his shaft in position ... and then penetrated her. Gently ... knowing she was already hurting. As he pushed through her folds, the violet mixed with the white. Daniel felt some resistance, but it did not take much to push through ... the red mixing with the blue she had applied to his groin. He stopped and let his member rest inside her body ... allowing her muscles to get use to the intrusion. He whispered, "We will go slow ... and thank you for giving yourself to me, Adrian. It is an honor to be your first." He kissed her tenderly as he waited for her to respond ... to let him know he could continue with their beautiful creation ... She shuddered, her hand reaching for something to grip. Her fingers found a tube of yellow paint, which in relief she gripped tightly. "I'm s-sorry," she groaned, trying to think through the mind-numbing pain. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to finish it. I... Didn't expect it to hurt so much." Her brow began to sweat as she cried, "A true artist... May paint with her blood!" Despite his most gentle approach, he had failed to dull her deflowering pain. He whispered, "It is done ... it is done." When she declared her sorrow in not finishing the creation, Daniel marveled. Even in her pain, she held the artist's mind! She had what he needed ... desired! All his creative dreams would be fulfilled in her! And her last statement ... that the true artist paints with his blood ... gave him an idea. One that he would introduce another day." And you are a true artist!" Her blood mixed with the paint on his shaft ... a strong sense of desire for his ultimate artists overcame him. He whispered, "You are my artist!" as he began to slowly slide out and back into her body ... every stroke displaying a new array of paint, blood, and her welcoming juices. She shuddered, seeing color behind her eyelids. Adrian whimpered and bit her knuckle. The pain started to ebb away, the colors mixing to orange, to a vivid yellow, to a perfect white! She let out an encouraging moan of pleasure! Her moan sounded as though it originated in pleasure ... and Daniel was encouraged. He settled into a rhythm ... sliding in and out at a steady pace ... her body rocking in response. His hand reached up and took hold of her nipples ... creating new colors as he massaged and pulled. He restrained his muscles ... not wanting to culminate before her. This was a most marvelous creation ... expressive colors mixed in sensual pleasures! Daniel began to moan as well as her body called forth his seed ... Adrian started to see stars. "Light," she panted. "There are so many textures coming to life!" Soon she was crying out in ways known only to the primal man. His own grunts and groans soon joined hers, creating a symphony of erotic sounds. This was something new ... a new creation born of expressive talents and primal needs. Daniel had made love to many women ... but nothing like this. Was it the paints? The colorful expressions that doubled as foreplay, unplanned but nonetheless real? He slipped his hands under her shoulders and held her close, his chest pressing against her breasts ... their abs rubbing and displaying combined colors ... the pressures became too much. Despite his best efforts, he exploded powerfully within her, a cry of absolute pleasure forced from his lips. His rhythm became frantic as he pounded her pussy ... riding out his orgasm. Daniel had not planned to make love to her .... to deflower her ... to create such a beautiful work of art ... but it was exquisite, and he would not change a thing. Patron and artist had united in a way that was eternal. Soon Adrian raked Daniel's shoulder and came herself. She had never had such an experience, such that spittle ran from her mouth down her cheeks, her eyes closed and strained in pleasure. She tried not to cry out, but let out a loud, pleasured sigh, or moan, or something to that effect. Furthermore, she had never felt color, but the feeling washed over her in an intense wave like she had never before experienced. Daniel collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. This had been more than he had ever hoped for ... she was his artist, now deflowered ... a beautiful, artistic memory! His eyes closed as he relived their encounter ... seeing the colors applied, mixed, and remixed again as the canvass of their bodies mingled. He turned and looked at her, whispering, "You are the perfect choice! A true artist ... and we are only beginning!" He laid his head next to hers as he simply enjoyed the moment ...

The New Rennaisance (Cam & KTH)|rating:3.0

Super Interns! Character Thread

Post characters here, one post per person. Go-Girl - PL 8Strength 1, Stamina 1, Agility 2, Dexterity 2, Fighting 7, Intellect 1, Awareness 1, Presence 3AdvantagesAccurate Attack, Agile Feint, Attractive 2, Defensive Attack, Evasion 2, Fascinate (Persuasion), Improved Initiative 4, Interpose, Luck 4, Move-by Action, Redirect, Takedown 2SkillsAcrobatics 8 (+10), Athletics 8 (+9), Close Combat: KE Pinball Punch: Strength-based Damage 7 1 (+8), Expertise: Statics + Dynamics 17 (+18), Perception 12 (+13), Persuasion 6 (+9), Ranged Combat: KE Blast: Damage 8 6 (+8)PowersHyperkinesis (Advantages: Improved Initiative 4, Interpose, Redirect). . Quickness: Quickness 10 (Perform routine tasks in -10 time ranks). . Speed Stunts: Movement 3 (Wall-crawling 2: full speed, Water Walking 1: you sink if you are prone; Limited: While running). . Speed: Speed 10 (Speed: 2000 miles/hour, 4 miles/round). . . . Flight: Flight 5 (Alternate; Speed: 60 miles/hour, 900 feet/round)KE Force Field: Protection 7 (+7 Toughness)Kinetic Energy Manipulation. . KE Blast: Damage 8 (DC 23; Increased Range: ranged). . KE Dampening: Affliction 8 (1st degree: Hindered, 2nd degree: Immobile, 3rd degree: Paralyzed, Resisted by: Fortitude, DC 18; Increased Range: ranged). . KE Drain: Weaken 8 (Affects: Speed, Resisted by: Fortitude, DC 18; Increased Range: ranged). . KE Inversion Field: Deflect 8. . KE Pinball Punch: Strength-based Damage 7 (DC 23; Multiattack). . KE Power Pulse: Burst Area Damage 8 (DC 23; Burst Area: 30 feet radius sphere, DC 18). . Kinetic-kinesis. Is a thing now: Move Object 8 (6 tons)Offense Initiative +18Grab, +8 (DC Spec 11)KE Blast: Damage 8, +8 (DC 23)KE Dampening: Affliction 8, +8 (DC Fort 18)KE Drain: Weaken 8, +8 (DC Fort 18)KE Pinball Punch: Strength-based Damage 7, +8 (DC 23)KE Power Pulse: Burst Area Damage 8 (DC 23)Kinetic-kinesis. Is a thing now: Move Object 8, +2 (DC 18)Throw, +2 (DC 16)Unarmed, +8 (DC 16)Complications Identity: Go-Girl very jealously protects her secret identity, even though absolutely anyone who's been on the internet knows she's Sharon Cross. She always denies it (But she totally is)Quirk: Go-Girl just isn't very bright and can easily be confused by the smarter villains. LanguagesNative LanguageDefenseDodge 8, Parry 8, Fortitude 8, Toughness 8, Will 8Power Points Abilities 36 + Powers 59 + Advantages 15 + Skills 29 (58 ranks) + Defenses 21 = 160 AuxiliaHero(Mostly)PL 8, 160 PPlAttributesStrength -3Stamina 10Dexterity 0Agility 0Fighting -3Intellect 10 Awareness 5Presence 446 PP AttributesSkillsDeception +4Insight +2Investigation +2Persuasion +2Ranged Combat (Small Arms) +12Technology +8 Vehicles +1019 PP Skills Defenses:Dodge: 6 (Agility 0 + Dodge 6)Parry: 6 (Fighting -3 + Parry 9)Fortitude: 10 (Stamina 10)Will: 6 (Awareness 5 + Will 1)Toughness: 10 (Stamina 10)16 PP DefensesPowersUltimate Translation Matrix Comprehend Languages (All languages, spoken and written, understand and be understood. Quirk: One scene required to pick up a new language; 7 points)Comprehend Machines (4 points)Machine Anatomy Immunity; Life Support (disease, poison, environmental conditions, starvation, thirst; 10 points)Auxiliary Slave System Duplication 8; Innate, Mental Link, Multiple Minions (2 duplicates). Quirk: Requires giving combat upgrade to pre-existing, pre-ambulating drone body. (41 points)Alternate Power; Get ye species. Duplication 1, Innate, Mental Link, Multiple Minions (up to 262,144 drones) (1 pt)64 PP Powers. Advantages:Attractive 2ConnectedContactsDiehardEidetic MemoryInventorSpeed of Thought Well-InformedEquipment 514 points Advantages Equipment:Heavy Pistol Stun Gun Audio RecorderCommlinkTranq Rifle (Rank 5 Ranged Affliction; Fatigued, Exhausted, Asleep)total of 25 equipment points; 3PP spent on equipment in total.13 PP Advantages. ComplicationsMotivation: World Domination! Auxilia doesn't want to rule the world! It's a mess, and she just needs tor unit, by replacing computers as the means by which humans interface with the wider world, by being the person (in some form or another) that everyone looks to solve their mundane problems (and thereby hand her control of their lives). Being a hero helps a lot with that, with branding and legitimacy and much more. People are, on the whole, content to trust her motivations if she just says the right words about justice and freedom and crap like that. Weakness: EMP Yeah, she's a robot, and although most of her systems are hardened, she's vulnerable to a lot of the things you'd expect a robot to be vulnerable to! Because she's a super-robot most of them (water, electricity) are only inconvenient, but a good EMP can shut her down but good. Secret: Built by a Villain Although she's pretty sure (99.9 to eight nines percent sure) that she's eliminated whatever security backdoors the late Dr. Quinn implanted in her programming, the fact that she was built by one of the generation's premier mad scientists is still something she'd rather not get out. People might stop her from taking over the world, after all! IsEverywhere! Although the tertiary drones she has running around are a bit useless for superhero work (she's mostly got them optimized for market research or personal interactions), it's not even vaguely difficult for some nefarious type to get their hands on one. That might present a security problem someday, seeing as how it's a distributed consciousness. It also means it's hard to go somewhere without being recognized.160 PP starting. 0 PP spendable. Total is 160 PP. Legion was taken. Legionary was also taken. Centurion was taken. Auxilia is a little pissed that she can't do the low growl voice while saying, "my name is Legion, for we are many." She copes! Running the day-to-day of a superhero city isn't exactly glamorous, but it's an important job! There's so much research to do; humans are all so ideologically motivated they can't even see evidence staring them right in the face, but Aux ilia collects it all. Waving superhero privilege around lets people mostly leave her alone while an entire city gets to play lab rat without ever knowing. After all, as one human once said, the power lies in not who is giving the orders, but in who is writing them down. Of course there are little flourishes that set her above the average car-manufacturing robot. The slightly bluish-tinted artificial skin and finely-articulated joints that she was created with were almost as much of a masterpiece as actually making a real AI with the ability to learn and grow. The ability to create more like herself means that she's actually a functional species all her own, and having been created fully-functional means, well, the less said about that the better. Power Level 8 – PP 160Name: Fiona Chen Motivation: Justice Abilities 28 + Defenses 10 + Skills 10 + Advantages 7 + Powers 67 = 122 out of 160 Abilities (2 PP per +1)STR +2 (2 Base)Sta +2 (2 Base)AGL +8 (2 Base + Implants 6)DEX +8 (2 Base + Implants 6)Fit +8 (2 Base + Implants 6)Int +0 (0 Base)Awe +2 (2 Base)Pre +2 (2 Base)Defenses (1 PP per 1 rank over Base)Parry +8 (Base 2 + Implants 6)Dodge +8 (Base 2 + Implants 6)Tough +8 (Base 2 + Subdermal 6)Fort +6 (Base 2 + Bonus 4)Will +8 (Base 2 + Bonus 6)Unit = +16 (Agility 8 + Advantages 8 + Power Mods)Skills (1 PowerPoint per 2 ranks)Acrobatics +18 (2 Ranks + AGI 8 + Power 8)Athletics +8 (6 ranks + STR 2)Expertise-Pop CUL +4 (4 ranks + Int 0)Insight +4 (2 ranks + AWA 2)Perception +4 (2 ranks + AWA 2)Stealth +12 (4 ranks + AGI 8)Advantages (1 PP per 1 advantage)DiehardEvasionGreat Endurance Improved Disarm Improved Initiative x2Language 1 (American Sign Language)Powers Cybernetic Combat Implants (Enhanced Fighting 6) (12 points)(Enhanced Dexterity 6) (12 points)(Precise Attack 4) (4 points)(Enhanced Agility 6) (12 points)Subdermal Bioarmor (Protection 6, Impervious, Innate) (13 points)Cybernetic Ear Implants (Half Immunity to Sonic Effects) (3 points)(Half Immunity to Sleep, Starvation and Thirst) (1 Point)(Accurate, Acute, Extended, Radio, Ultra-Hearing) (6 points)(Enhanced Acrobatics 8) (4 points)Equipment and Other Related Stuff Quote: “Quick...and quieter than a pin drop.” Personality: Fiona is an introvert and would much prefer to stay out of trouble, but life often has other plans, and she knows that she was not given her modifications to sit around and to not help. Though comfortable around her friends, she often says Littleton people she saves. Appearance: Fiona falls on the darker side of the olive skin tone, with straight black hair that she usually ties back into a plain ponytail. Her eyesore a plain brown and seem to take in the world with a great interest. She is a bit more muscled than most would expect, but motto the point that it would be too noticeable. Sometimes, near her, one can hear a quiet click or whirl on occasion. She often dresses in business casual, preferring slacks and a button-up shirt to proper casual or anything more formal. Sometimes, she wears a mask. Sometimes, she dresses loaded for battle. It all depends on the occasion. She is often found reading novels. Complications:Justice - Bad people do not deserve to escape punishment. Deaf - It's not a problem anymore, but Fiona still counts herself as deaf. Power Loss - Technology can fail...and that leaves Fiona pretty normal, if more capable than most and still with exceptional body armor. Dr. John C. Malta In a world where the exceptional is commonplace, and supers of all kinds and moralities pop up seemingly at randomly, a supra-genius boy who graduated with multiple doctoral degrees when most of his peers were in Middle School is not quite the international headline grabber it would be in a more mundane world. An orphan of unknown origin, dropped off at the door of a church by a shadowy figure that vanished into the night, his infancy was unremarkable in a world where that sort of thing is quite commonplace, but once his towering intellect began to manifest he was quickly adopted by the wealthy Malta family. At fourteen years old, after completing his first doctorate, the now Dr. John C. Malta began interning with various Super Scientists and other tech and/or magic based heroes. A very competent minion, he has worked in labs from Manila to the Moon. Due to his own inventions, family fortune, and the profitability of working for the greatest magical and scientific minds of the universe, he quickly built up a substantial wealth independent of his parents. His cocky, arrogant disposition, complete confidence in his superiority, lack of regard for social niceties, and impatience with the idiotic masses made him a rather impossible person to deal with throughout most of his life. He alienated all those close to him, except his parents, with his utter contempt of all life that was not his own. Coupled with a disregard for most authorities, and a general misanthropy, he was well on his way to being a potential super villain. Then his sixteenth birthday came, and his entire personality changed. He became humble, subdued, polite, and quiet. He redoubled his efforts, submersing himself completely in work, afraid to be caught idle for even a second, stopping even sleeping. Sometimes, he could be caught muttering to himself, or in heated argument with unseen powers. All in all, he acted rather suspiciously, but as he had become a model employee, people figured it was just one of those eccentricities superpowered individuals sometimes have, and promoted him to his current position. Now a little past eighteen, Dr. John Christian Malta stands 5’6” and weighs about 110lbs. With golden blond hair, and hypnotically blue eyes, he would be incredibly good-looking if he did not chronically skip meals and sleep, resulting in a willow-thin slip of a man with perpetual bags around his eyes. He is currently working with the other heroes in a support role, fixing items (and people), creating devices, filing paperwork, and hosting people at his country estate. Since his personality has changed so much for the better when dealing with others, he has gained a few female admirers (he is as good-looking as is normal for a superhero, in his geeky way, not to mention a multi-millionaire with a very nice house), but he has stridently avoided anything with the merest hint of sensuality. Basic Ability Scores: 36ppStrength: -1 Stamina: -1 Agility: -1 Dexterity: 3Fighting: -1 Intellect: 16 Awareness: 2 Presence: 1 Most of the time John Malta is a hyper-genius but otherwise rather ordinary teenager with the pitiful physical stats one would expect of an untrained, scrawny, glasses-wearing nerd. Defenses: 0ppDodge: -1 Parry: -1 Fortitude: -1Will: 4 Toughness: -1 Initiative -1John C. Malta has no formal combat training. He prefers to avoid fights. Skills: 3ppExpertise: Magic: +2 Technology: +2 Treatment: +2 As a Jack of all Trades, John Malta usually just relies on his pure ability scores for his skills, but he has a few ranks in magic, technology, and treatment from his research. Advantages: 24ppArtificer, Connected, Contacts, Endemic Memory, Improvised Tools, Inventor, Jack-of-All-Trades, Ritualism, Trance Benefit: 5 Ranks: Multi-Millionaire, Ambidextrous Equipment: 5 Ranks Language: 3 Ranks: English, German, Welsh, Latin, Japanese, Tagalog, and Chinese. Skill Mastery: 2 Ranks: Expertise: Magic and Technology Dr. Malta has many perks borne of his research and hobnobbing around the world. Powers: 37ppSpellcaster: Magic, 10 Ranks (20pp). Alternate Affects: Create, Mental Communications, Selective Environment Control, Force Field, Healing, Move Object, Sleep, Summon, Teleport. (9pp)Dr. Malta is a techno mage. He can create a number of magical events, one at a time. Most of them are rather limited, and used more for work convenience than actual combat. Hovering: Flight, 4 Ranks (8pp). Technically one of his spells, this is the only one that he can cast at the same time as another one. Rapid Calculation and Construction: Quickness, 6 Ranks (6pp). Dr. Malta is very fast and efficient. Insomniac Immunity (Sustained), 1 Rank (1pp). Dr. Malta does not sleep. This is not a pure immunity, as he suffers exhaustion and distress for not sleeping, but nothing that seriously impedes him. This is a well-known facet of working with him. Machine Empathy Comprehend Machines, 2 Ranks (4pp). Dr. Malta can understand the machines he works with. He would be a pretty poor techno mage otherwise.PL 8, 110pp. Equipment: 25 Points. Crossroads Manor Size: Huge. Toughness: 10. Features: Communications, Computer, Defense System, Garage, Gym, Hangar, Infirmary, Laboratory, Library, Living Space, Personnel, Power System, Security System, Transport (Teleported), Workshop. As a very rich man, Dr. Malta has a very nice house. He has a number of mundane vehicles, but nothing he uses as part of his job, especially since he commutes using the teleported. • 20 Points. Undercover Shirt: Tough and resistant to ballistics, this is part of the basic uniform for a technician. • 2 Points. Multitool: Faster than improvising • 1 Points Cellphone: Useful for calling people and accessing his home computer’s files • 2 Points Motivation: Keeping busy. Dr. Malta seems to mostly work with the heroes for the sake of having something to do. Superheroes have the best tech, labs, spells, and research resources, so working with them is quite natural for a neutral party whose keen mind requires complex stimulation. Secrets: A whole pile of them, encompassing 50pp. See spoiler. The Hospitable(truth of Dr. Malta’s sudden personality transformation on his sixteenth birthday was that a ghostly, winged woman calling herself ‘The Sealed Valkyrie’ appeared to him on this day, explaining that his true heritage was that of a child of the Otherworld, Faerie, mixed with the blood of humanity. Though by itself that ancestry was not even close to being unique, dozens of superheroes and super villains can claim the same, somehow, his blood uniquely allowed her to communicate and empower him. Initially, Dr. Malta was reluctant to obey her, as he did not know who she really was, or what her true goals were, not helped by her evasive answers to any such questions. But by dint of persuasion, offers of immortality and power, and explanation that he had been promised to her even before his birth, and that any promise to a FAE power like her was unbreakable binding (meaning that she could force him if she wanted to) Dr. Malta finally decided to accept her powers, and the limitations along with them. Said limitations are incredibly strict. Sealed Valkyrie had apparently been mostly inactive since about the time of the Crusades, and drew much of her morality and codes of actions and ethos from a particularly narrow, limiting form of medieval theological thought borne of a bizarre mixture of ancient moralism and bloodthirsty ‘justice’. Her final goals unknown, Sealed Valkyrie will pester Dr. Malta to do many things he finds rather unpleasant, such as executing anyone who would have earned death in Medieval Europe (a lot of them), in additional to behaving according to the chivalrous ideal at all times. Since keeping very busy, with very little sleep or downtime, helps to prevent her from goading him into near-homicidal fits of sinner-smiting, he is forced to keep busy. So far, Dr. Malta has avoided ever using his Hospitable alter-ego, and the existence of these powers is an absolute secret, known only by Dr. Malta (who does not want anyone to know) and Sealed Valkyrie (who cannot tell anyone). Powers 50ppMedium Comprehend Spirits, (Limited): 2 Ranks (2pp)Dr. Malta can communicate with ghosts and other spiritual entities, mostly Sealed Valkyrie, normally invisible to even other mediums. Usually he can only communicate with her, but occasionally she broadens his sight. This is not even close to being a regular occurrence, however, being randomly at her whim. FAE Body Immunity: 6 Ranks – Age, Disease, Poison, Radiation, Heat, Cold – (6pp), Regeneration (Limited): 8 Ranks (4pp). Dr. Malta, as an immortal FAE, has massive resistance to a lot of common human problems, such as age. He regenerates most normal damage very quickly, but is allergic to iron. He takes damage from merely touching iron, and does not regenerate wounds caused by iron weapons. Steel is fine though, it is only more pure forms of iron, especially Cold Iron (iron ore that has not been fully smelted, only beaten into shape) that burn him with a mere touch. Fae Speech Comprehend Languages and Writing (Limited): 3 Ranks (4pp)Dr. Malta can instantly understand, speak, and write all spoken and written languages, by means of his access to the Faerie tongue. There is a tradeoff though: he is unable to lie in any language. If he manages to overcome an incredibly steep Will DC to force himself to lie, he instantly loses all access to this power until Sealed Valkyrie sees fit to return it to him. Valkyrie Resurrection Immortality (Limited): 5 Ranks (5pp)Since Sealed Valkyrie does not want her chosen champion (the only person who can see or hear her) to die, she uses her powers to resurrect him after about a day of death. This resurrection cannot be prevented by destroying his corpse, but can be prevented by beheading him (provided the both the head and the corpse is still in existence, if it is not, then see the part about ‘destroying the corpse’) or by leaving any iron implements embedded in his chest or head. In theory, he can be permanently killed by destroying Sealed Valkyrie (provided she is real and not the manifestation of Dr. Malta’s severe psychosis), though how one would go about killing a dreamlike, hallucinatory, incorporeal, intangible, invisible being is a mystery. Crusader Form All descriptions here have the (Limited) and (Activated) modifiers. Growth: 1 Rank (1pp)Enhanced Advantages: 6 Ranks – Attractive 2, Improved Initiative 2, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge – (2pp), Enhanced Abilities: 30 Ranks – Strength 5, Stamina 3, Agility 4, Dexterity 1, Fighting 7, Awareness 5, Presence 5. (15pp) Fortitude: 4 Ranks (2pp)This is Dr. Malta’s real power: a superpowered alter ego called The Hospitable, meant for the smiting of the unjust and the destruction of the unholy. It takes a long time to activate and access to it is dependent purely on The Sealed Valkyrie’s whims. Dr. Malta must occasionally make Will saves to prevent from going into homicidal levels of righteous rage against lawbreakers and evildoers. Since he is bigger and older-looking in this form, he has a tendency to rip out of his clothes. This is not usually a problem, since he can instantly summon armor. It can be embarrassing when he leaves the form and loses access to the summoned armor, however... Crusader Armaments All descriptions here have the (Limited) Modifiers. Ranged Damage (Holy): 8 Ranks (4pp), Alternate Effect: Damage (Holy): 8 Ranks (1pp), Protection: 6 Ranks (3pp), Parry: 2 Ranks (2pp). As part of his Crusader Form, and only when in his Crusader Form, The Hospitable can summon spectral armaments. Though they look like normal armor and weapons (Full plate armor, bow and arrows, sword and shield, sweet black tunic with a white cross…) they are actually manifestations of his powers, summoned and removed at will as long as he is in the Crusader Form. Hospitaller Stats Strength: 4 Stamina: 2 Agility: 3 Dexterity: 4Fighting: 6 Intellect: 16 Awareness: 7 Presence: 6Dodge: 3 Parry: 8 Fortitude: 2Will: 7 Toughness: 8 Initiative: 11The Hospitable stands 6’6”, with over 200 lbs. of muscle. His hair turns white, and his eyes glow purple. With Dr. Malta’s looks improved by not being a short, under-muscled, under-fed, exhausted nerd: he is incredibly good-looking. ComplicationsMotivations: The Hospitable is dedicated to justice, protecting the innocent, punishing the wicked, etc. Power Incontinence: Dr. Malta does not have very good control over his powers, especially the way they warp his personality. He can slip into the Hospitable alter-ego against his will, or completely loss access to it at inconvenient times. The exact reasons are not always clear, but he is more likely to go into the form when evil is committed around him, and he usually loses access when he does something to upset Sealed Valkyrie. Darkling AKA Lucy JonesPL8 160 points Attributes 46 PP Strength 0Agility 2Fighting 0 Awareness 8Stamina 8Dexterity 0Intellect 5Presence 0 Defenses 8 PP4 Dodge 64 Parry 4Fort 8- Tough. 8/100 - Will 8Initiative +6 Attacks:Elemental Bolts +6 hit/10 damage Kiss of the Succubus +8 hit/8 effect Skills: 28 PP 56 points Acrobatics +8/10Deception +16/16Expertise: History +5/10Expertise: Magic +10/15Insight 8/16Perception 2/10Persuasion 7/7Advantages 15 PP1 Assessment2 Attractive 21 Daze (Deception)1 Endemic Memory1 Equipment 1 (Smartphone)1 Fascinate - Deception1 Favored Foe - demons1 Great Endurance1 Improved Initiative 12 Languages Infernal, Japanese1 Power Attack1 Ritualist1 Taunt Powers 63 PP31 CP Greater Magics*Elemental Bolts Ranged Damage 10 Variable Descriptor magical (elements) 1 Accurate 3 24 CP*Chain Lightning Close Selective Area Cone Damage 8 24 CP*Fireball – Ranged Area Burst Damage 8 24 CP*Dispel Magic – Perception Nullify 8, Broad – Magic powers 24 CP*Spell Mirror – Deflect 8, Reflect, Redirect, Perception Range, Vs. Magic Attacks Only -1 24 CP*Spectral Hands – Perception Move Object 8 24 CP*Gate - Teleport 10 (500 miles) Extended, Extended Only, Accurate, Unreliable (5 uses) Extra Mass 4 (800 lbs) 24 CP*Kiss of the Succubus Affliction 8 Avoided by Parry, Resisted by Will (Entranced, Compelled, Paralyzed), Cumulative, Incurable, Subtle 2, Reversible, Accurate 4 24 CP12 CP Magic Shield – Protection 2 linked to Persistent Impervious Toughness 108 CP Wings - Flight 7 Wings, Subtle 11 CP Tactic Sex Magic 1 Quickness 4, only for ritual magic, requires tactic sex acts with partner(s).1 CP Transformation Sequence Feature 1 – Instant Change4 CP Infernal Constitution Immunity 4 Poison, Disease, Aging, heat environment4 CP Succubus Eye Senses 4 – Dark vision, Sight penetrates illusion.2 CP Detect Magic Senses 2 Magical Awareness, Extended 1 (Mental). ComplicationsMotivation: Doing Good. Good for its own sake, to make people feel better, instead of tearing stuff down for fun or to get ahead, the way she's seen demons behave. Family: Her mother has the power to embarrass with her sex demon ways and her father is a bit standoffish, plus his current apprentice doesn't want him to be around Lucy, who she regards as a threat. Power Loss: To maintain enough MANA for her greater magics, Darkling must periodically recharge via Tactic ritual sex. Quirk - Her wings will emerge when she's on sanctified ground or in the presence of significant religious artifacts. Prof. Mystery is the mystic master of the Defenders of Humanity, battling not only against super villains, but threats unseen and unimagined by the world at large. His arch enemy was the demon lord Abrams, as the Prof. stood in the way of Abrams unleashing his hordes on the Earth. There was considerable competition among the demon hordes to destroy the Professor and win the favor of their lord. Many a plot failed, and a demon died in the effort. One succubus, Memory, took a more subtle approach than attempting to rend him limb from limb. With a few mundane pharmaceuticals and some social media research into his type, she seduced him and stole his seed, planning to bear a daughter with the Professor's arcane power and the infernal wiles of a succubus... and he wouldn't be able to truly fight against his own daughter! Lucy was the fruit of that union, raised in a series of unassuming towns and spending summer vacations in the infernal realm where time passed more quickly. She's 17 now, though was born on Earth less than 10 years ago. She was sent to a hellish place to learn the depths of depravity and cruelty... high school! Mastering the mystic arts in a demonic plane was cake compared with that. And she didn't really WANT to be a living weapon against the sorcerer of order... she got tired of her mom going on and on about it. And of her mom seducing every boyfriend she took home. Girlfriends too! Professor Mystery sealed away Abrams forever during Lucy's sophomore year and the whole infernal hierarchy collapsed into anarchy, so Memory's plan became moot, much to her dismay and Lucy's relief. Lucy has met her father a few times... it's very awkward, to say the least, what with how she was conceived and her half-infernal nature and the whole “use her as a weapon to destroy him” thing... her mom went on and on about it when she caught them together once... she's really unhappy that all her work has been wasted. Prof. Mystery's apprentice/lover Vera doesn't like all of this either, or Lucy... who may have more magical potential than she does. Lucy has been getting into super heroics lately, wanting to put her powers to good use while following in her father's footsteps (Or trying to get his attention, her mom says). She's a well-read young woman and a student of history in particular... she's studying how magic has affected the course of history, though this will be hard to write a paper on. Darkling is a half human, half succubus. She stands 5'6” tall and has pale skin, dark brown eyes and long, straight black hair, bangs in the front, falling to her waist. She can grow large black and red bat wings from her back, but has no other demonic features. Her hybrid heritage gives her great potential for the arcane arts, and she's an apt pupil, having mastered powerful combat magics. Her demon half lets her fly with her wings, cause incredible pleasure with just a touch, detect magic and see in the dark, and through illusions. Furthermore, her insight is uncanny and seduction and manipulation is like a second nature to her. She also has endurance far beyond the human norm. Despite her upbringing, Lucy doesn't use sex as a weapon or people as tools to advance her aims. Unless there's a good reason, or violence is the alternative. That said, Lucy is rather casual about nudity, and only a little more so about sex. She is well aware of how a few catty words or a touch can fan the flames of jealousy and turn people against one another... but she hates drama. The Hype- PL 8Real Name: Hieronymus HeideSTRENGTH10AGILITY1FIGHTING4AWARENESS1STAMINA10DEXTERITY1INTELLECT2PRESENCE4AdvantagesAll-out Attack, Diehard, Fast Grab, Inspire 3, Leadership, Power Attack, Takedown 2, Ultimate Effort (Toughness checks). SkillsClose Combat: Unarmed 2 (+6), Expertise: Psychology 6 (+8), Insight 5 (+6), Intimidation 7 (+11), Perception 5 (+6), Ranged Combat: Throwing 5 (+6)Powers Psionic Body: Leaping 10 • 10 points Psionically-Enhanced Stamina: Enhanced Stamina 10, Immunity 12 (Cold and Heat Damage, Fatigue, Pressure), Impervious Toughness 10, Regeneration 10 (Extra: persistent) • 62 points Psionically-Enhanced Strength: Enhanced Strength 10, plus Enhanced Strength 6, Limited to Lifting (Lifting Str16; 1,600 tons) • 26 pointsCombatOffenseINITIATIVE +1Throw +6 Ranged, Damage 10Unarmed +6 Close, Damage 10DefenseDODGE 6 FORTITUDE 10PARRY 4 TOUGHNESS 10WILL 6 Tradeoffs:-2 ATK, +2 Damage Motivation:Responsibility. Here is dedicated to using his powers to protect others. Complications:Identity. His identity is publicly known. Power Loss. Powers rely on self-confidence, and may be reduced or disappear entirely when his self-confidence wanes. Character Point TotalsABILITIES 26POWERS 98ADVANTAGES 11SKILLS 15DEFENSES 10Total 160/160Background:Hieronymus Had is the great-grandson of the early 1900s hero known as Mailman, a legend among the superhero community who gained his powers from exposure to radiation which altered his genetic structure. Mailman died at the hands of his nemesis Fallout when his child was only a baby, and when his powers were not passed on to his son or grandson, it was assumed that the potential for superhuman powers was not present in his descendants until Hieronymus' powers activated when he was sixteen years old. Heiro, as he is called by his closest friends initially chose not to become a superhero, instead continuing his education and living a normal life despite his fantastic powers until Fallout re-appeared, now an insane radiation-mutated horror seeking revenge on the descendant of his old nemesis. Here managed to defeat Fallout, but the radiation and the damage from the battle, much of it caused by the powerful but inexperienced Here, killed nearly forty people, and Here swore that he would never allow anyone else to die because of his failures. Powers:Despite their seemingly physical nature Here's powers stem from his psionically-awakened mind as a result of his great-grandfathers radiation-induced genetic mutation. He manipulates matter and kinetic energy subconsciously, which takes the form of his superhuman strength and durability and rapid healing factor as he constantly enhances and repairs damage to his own body. (공주, aka. The Hero Formerly Known as The Queen/여왕- PL 8Strength 7, Stamina 7, Agility 0, Dexterity 0, Fighting 7, Intellect 0, Awareness 7, Presence 18AdvantagesAttractive 2, Connected, Equipment 3, Evasion 2, Fascinate (Presence), Favored Environment: Urban, Fearless, Great Endurance, Improved Initiative 2, Languages 3, Precise Attack (Close, Cover), Precise Attack (Ranged, Cover), Quick Draw, Skill Mastery: Sleight of Hand, Takedown 2, Uncanny DodgeSkillsAthletics 5 (+12), Close Combat: Unarmed 2 (+9), Deception 0 (+18), Expertise: Presence 0 (+18), Insight 11 (+18), Intimidation 0 (+18), Perception 5 (+12), Persuasion 0 (+18), Ranged Combat: Throw 9 (+9), Sleight of Hand 18 (+18), Stealth 0 (+0), Vehicles 12 (+12)Equipment Cell Phone (Smartphone), Collapsible Staff, Comm link, Motorcycle, Throwing NeedlesOffenseInitiative +8Collapsible Staff, +7 (DC 24)Grab, +7 (DC Spec 17)Throw, +9 (DC 22)Throwing Needles, +9 (DC 22)Unarmed, +9 (DC 22)Complications Motivation: Thrills:Princess gets bored, wanting little and thus having plenty of time. Heroism is a challenge, unchallenged, and she means to have it be a blast! Quirk:Exhibitionism; Princess rather enjoys attention, especially when it comes to her bare body. She loves it, revels in it, and has little scruples and even less qualms about appearing in public with it all on display, or even walking up to cameras as such. In and of itself that is little a problem, but... Reputation:Unqualified 'Normal'; ...many believe Princess to be unqualified for her job. She is but a normal woman, a very skillful and beautiful one, but still just a mere mortal human. No magic, no cybernetics, no psionic, no superpowers, no divine blessings, nothing but skill, strength, and training! How couldshepossibly be a hero? Some even go so far as to suggest she got the job on her back (she did, but it was also because she was quite skilled as well), and indeed there are a number of rumors floating around about the supers she'd 'served' before... LanguagesEnglish, German, Japanese, Korean, SpanishDefenseDodge 9, Parry 9, Fortitude 7, Toughness 7, Will 9Power Points Abilities 92 + Powers 0 + Advantages 24 + Skills 31 (62 ranks) + Defenses 13 = 160

Super Interns! Character Thread|rating:3.0

Unbirth Town (open to all)

In the town of Stern, Birth is the central figure in everything. Everyone who lives there loves birth, either as the red or prey. In fact, it's not uncommon to see someone being unearthed right on the street, or complete strangers to birth each other. All occupations and services feature birth, like the police hold their prisoners with birth, and doctors heal their patients by birthing them. (Which is why most of each are female now.) Birth Strip clubs and Birth "Diners" litter the town. Some are unearthed for short bursts, while others choose to stay for months! Long time residents and those who are new in town are sure to fit right in! In this RP, birth will be the main focus. No other rules! Other more types are allowed, and all species are accepted! Character Sheet:Name:Gender:Species:Appearance:Red/Prey:Occupation:Long/Short stays for birth:Other:Here are my characters! Name: Miles Gender: Male Species: HumanAppearence: (see blog)Red/Prey: Preoccupation: None Long/Short stays for birth: Long, but will settle for short! Other: None Name: Alice Gender: Female Species: Author LatiasAppearence: (see blog)Red/Prey: Mostly Preoccupation: Nurse, Birth Stripper, Serial Adopter Long/Short stays for birth: Loves keeping those in her womb for a long time. Can do short. Other: None Name: Maxine Gender: Female Species: Macro vixenAppearence: As above, a simple macro vixen without any clothes on whatsoever! Her hair is blonde and comes halfway down her back. Pred/Prey: Red! Occupation: House. Yup. Long/Short stays for birth: Long Other: At her will (as in, if she doesn't want it to happen, it doesn't happen), her womb becomes a fully-furnished house made out of soft, warm flesh!(Too weird? 3 I felt like doing something different for a change~)Name: Jake Gender: Male Species: EeveeAppearence: Just a normal levee. I'm not feeling creative right now -_-Red/Prey: Preoccupation: Sex-toy Long/Short stays for birth: Either Other: Being given away in a prize draw as, and perfectly happy to be, a dildo for some lucky woman. He comes with an almost endless bag of trinkets and things that go with him and make him better~ (Oh, neat characters! Alice could take Jake.) (That is, if she wants a sex-toy instead of a son~) (Why can't he be both? XD) (Because I find something somewhat disturbing about keeping your own son as a dildo? XD) (Alright...maybe I'll wait for a different prey, then, and take your red as a house and get a second Red, as well.) jonhumanpreyprey for hire can reform Name: Lea Gender: female Species: Squirrel girlAppearence: see descriptionPred/Prey: Both Occupation:searching Long/Short stays for birth: either or. Description: Lea has brown hair with orange streaks, shoulder-length, a very bushy tail about 3' long and 1' wide. She's been well-equipped with a set of D-cup breasts, covered up by a small patch of fur and a blue shirt. Wears a black miniskirt that often doesn't hide anything from anyone. She has one blue and one yellow eye. Lea isn't the sort to cause a fight, but is more than capable of defending herself if the need arises. She's often more willing to be a prey rather than red in most circumstances, sometimes deliberately running into predators hoping to make a meal of herself. She has the ability to reform others, but strangely not herself. JonasMaleHumanPreyWear shades a leather jacket and black pants and shoes Is just a biker when he needs money he just steals it Either long or shorts a biker New to town and doesn't know what birth Isis usually a bad guy with a bad attitude Jonas is the one to cause a fight and loves to steal Things spends most of his time in Jail or on his bike (Oh, I think I'll take Lea for Miles, if that's okay with you, Relies's!) (who wants Jon? ((I think most. Likely a police officer will get Jonas)) (I'm fine with it, when are we to start? Jon needs someone.) ((I don't know)) Name: David Gender: Male Species: Author Fox Appearance: *see profile pic*Red/Prey: Preoccupation: None Long/short term stay: Long, but will do short Other: Just moved into town, knowing about the town being full of Birthing. He has Millions of $ at his disposal, but even though he's rich, he lives in a standard house, doesn't buy much that is too expensive for the average person and kind to anyone he meets. Name: Sam KingsfordGender: Male Species: HumanAppearence: 5'10, skinny, shaggy brown hair, pale skin and blue eyes. Pred/Prey: Preoccupation: None along/Short stays for birth: Either Other: He just moved to town for a fresh start. A fairly reasonable and kind person, he just wants to make friends and have fun. Name: Ginger Gender: Female Species: Dog Author (Irish setter)Appearance: 5''9, measurements are 34-29-35 and is covered it thick red fur. Pred/Prey: Both Occupation: Waitress and part-time Võro actress Long/Short stays for birth: Either Other: Really sweet and friendly. WEEE UP! XD Name: Yvette Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: Waist long straight blonde hair, bright azure blue eyes, shapely, large breasts, fair flawless skin. Wears stylish clothes, unless at work where sometimes she can be wearing just a bra and panties. Pred/Prey: Preoccupation: Pole dancer, Librarian Long/Short stays for birth: Long (Will settle for short)Other: An innocent (Not so innocent) dancer who is looking for something different to do on a day off.---Name: SyrenicaGender: Female Species: LamiaAppearance: Black scales, 18ft snake half, black scales dot her arms, sides of her abdomen, under her breasts, waist long waving black hair, light mocha coloring, green eyes. Wears a t-shirt, and a loincloth, both black. Pred/Prey: Preoccupation: Exotic dancer (How much more exotic does a Lamina get? OO)Long/Short stays for birth: Long (Will settle for short)Other: Looking for a good time call ###-###-#### Motorcycle and stops at a bare walks inside looking around Making sure that people knew he was motto be messed with and would cause trouble If he felt like it and then walked over to the brand ordered a beer The dog girl behind the bar got him his beer and started to wipe the bar down, staying close to Jon "So, new in town? I see a lot of people pass through, but I've never seen you before stranger." He takes a drink of his beer"Ya I'm new what's it to you" She rolled her eyes "Just making conversation pal. In case to didn't notice, it's a little slow today." indeed, a relative few people were here today. He looked around"Good I like it that way"He takes another chug of his beer She sighed and went back to cleaning the counter "You're going to make a police officer very happy." she muttered under her breath. What's that supposed to mean"He growled She blinked "You...you don't know anything about this town do you?" He shook his head no and took another chug of his beer She chuckles "Well then, you're in for a surprise if you decide to make trouble." "Puff no one could take down Jonas the biker king"He finishes his beer and gets up She smiles at him "You're not going to ride your bike after drinking, are you? I need to see your keys." she said, almost teasingly, as if she wasn't really trying to stop him He laughs at her and begins to walk back outside nonpaying for his drink She sighs and dials the phone to call the police, letting them know Jonas was driving under the influence. A young man walked over and slid her three dollars "Should that cover the poor sobs tab?" he asked. She smiled at him and nods "yeah, luckily he asked for the cheep horse piss beer. I don't think I've seen you either hon." He nods "Just moved in. Names Sam, and I'm the double d while my friends drink off the pain of heavy lifting." She nods "Ginger. Well then, I hope I see you around at least." Sam nods and goes back to his friends who were sitting at a table drinking and laughing. He gets on his motorcycle just as the cops start. Coming"Crap the rat funk barmaid called the cops"He started his motorcycle and drove away fast He didn't get far as two cars created a wall in front of him, two female officers on either side of the road. One was a fairly large Nāga with a red trunk, hair and eyes with a deep tan. The other was a well-built gator girl with emerald green scales. As he tried to out drive the cops he was so drunk he didn't see where hews going and rammed into the bars wall crashing through it and Landing right in front of ginger"Why hello there beautiful didn't expect to see you here"He than passed out Ginger screamed as Jonas re-entered the bar. Sam looked over at Jonas and then back at Ginger "Unfortunately, I don't think I have enough to pay for him this time." The gator girl walked over and picked Jon up "You have the right to remain silent, which should be easy since you're unconscious. You have the right to an attorney, blah blah blah. Look, guys out cold, anyone mind if I skip to putting his ass in custody?" she asked the bar. Most of the patrons shook their heads. She grinned and dropped her pants, shoving Jonas head into her waiting pussy. Sam watched this and blinked "Whoa, so that wasn't just a rumor, everyone really birth people here..." he muttered as he watched the gator take in the rest of the criminal. She soon got up, sighing contently and putting a hand on her now large belly. "Hey Ginger, mind helping me with my pants?" Ginger nods "Sure thing Shell." she said, bending down and pulling her pants up. David calls a number that was left by the previous owners of the house he's in. The name next to the number is someone called Scenic. He had no idea what he was signing up for, but he thought he might as well try it and sees what it's for. Scenic was lounging in her place, a difficult task as she was a little larger than she was when she got the place a few years back. Smiling however the phone rings, and she giggles to herself. "Pooh, someone is calling little me, hopefully for some fun~" She picks up the cell and answers it. "This is Scenic~ Bored, Lonely, wishing for a little excitement and your heart to race then you called the right number? So what do you need sweetie?" He wakes up later and winced in paint's too dark to see anything, and he moves around feeling spongy walls"What the" David was surprised to hear what sounded like a sex-line over the phone. "Umm, hey. I found your number left by the previous owners of the house I've moved into. Could you tell me about what services you do?" "Looks like the prisoners awake. You remember anything before you blacked out?" Shirley asked, riding with the nāga back to the station to file the report. He rubbed his head and there was a huge bump and gash"Umm sorry no I can't really remember anything actually Could you please tell me why I'm here and how I got Harald umm who I am and who you are" She chuckled darkly "Okay. First, I'm officer Shirley, a gator author who likes running on the beach, lifting weights and catching perks like you. Now, you originally were going to be arrested for drunk driving, but then you crashed through the wall of a bar and have destruction of private property and reckless endangerment added to that sentence. As for where you are, in this town people handle everything by birthing each other, so you're now in my own private holding cell till I hear different." Oh, well I don't remember any of that, but I guess if this is what I get This is what I get" he laid slightly back still wondering who hews he must've been a bad man to be in jail and that Made him sad. He then said"Well I would say that if we're going to be together for awhile Than we should get to know each other but to be honest don't know who I am" He'd feel the world shift violently as the car stopped "Wait, you don't know who you are?" She asked in disbelief. He slammed into her walls"Umm no why does that make a difference" She giggles lightly. She probably had the previous owner." Well that depends, got a party? I can dance for it. Bachelor parties especially, but other parties are good. I do mean it though, if you are lonely or bored I am quite capable of making your day at least if you are in need of someone on one~" She raises her eyes for a moment. "Companionship, dance, sex, and... No one usually asks for that other thing? What was it? Singing? Right? Alternative there is also the more exotic thing~ But that we can talk about face to face." Or at least his face to her breasts. Which ever way they came to see one another physically. David smiles. "Sounds interesting, I'd like some Companionship, for now, but maybe later, something more. Do you come round here or do I visit you?" She sighed "Yeah, cause now we need to take you to the hospital first." she said before using the cars radio to let the station know what's happened. "O well ok then I'm in no hurry to go...where was I headed"He scratched his head again She sighed "We were headed to the station to fill out the arrest records and file the report, pretty boring stuff. Now we're headed to the hospital cause you cracked your logging going through a wall like the Kool-Aid man." "Oh ok you seem like a nice gal maybe we could get together sometime after this is through"He said doubting that she would take him seriously She blinked "Okay, you're obviously delirious. Just relax we're almost to the hospital..." she said, stroking her belly gingerly, actually growing worried about her passenger "Oh, so a man is considered deleterious when he asks a girl out'm not gay you know"While he says this he has a nice tone trying not to insult her "Yeah, but seeing as how the girl in question is your arresting officer, it does come off as a little odd." she said, getting out of the car and headed into the hospital. Well as I see it you're just doing your job and from what you tell me do kinda deserve to be arrested"He moves his position to get more comfortable Scenic giggles, "Either. But I can come to you~. My address should be with the number, perhaps reverse of the card. Unless someone wrote it down then I can send you directions, if you want to come here." She leans back and takes a pencil and a note pad that she keeps for orders. "So if you wish me to come to you, I'll need your address." She smirked "Well, at least you're a good looser. Hang on, I have to get us checked in." She said, talking to the nurse. After a bunch of paperwork and waiting, she finally got to go to a room. "Hey, I think I need to let you out, so the doctor can look at you alright?" she asked Jonas (Would you mind if Jake and Ginger partner up? He's the one being given away as a dildo in a prize draw~) (Nope, sounds interesting to say the least XD) "Ok than I guess til be good to get some fresh air"When he comes out he has a huge bump on his head and Several cuts all over his body (Alright, I'll start.) Miles was sitting on a park bench, looking around. ((Hey 9kirby99 you could be the nurse we meeting the hospital)) Jon wanders the city lost David nods and smiles. "Alright, my address is 46 Hudson Rd, need any more then that?" At that moment, Ginger's phone begins ringing!(@kirby, you want to have your character just moving into Maxine, or perhaps it's Maxine's first day on the job, or what?) Ginger picks up the phone "Hello?"---Shirley grimaces as Jon gets up. It's not that he wasn't handsome, he was, but he obviously was in lousy shape after the crash. So do I have a job?"i he asks Still a little curious as to who he was "Good afternoon!" replies the voice on the other end. "Is that Ginger speaking?" Ginger nods "Err, yes. Who am I talking too?"___Shirley shrugs "Dunno, probably not. Ginger said you mentioned being new in town..." Oh, well after I'm out of jail I guess ill just have to get one, i wonder what I'm good at" Shirley chuckles "Well, human wrecking ball comes to mind." she jokes as the doctor comes in to check out Jonas (Feel free to make the diagnosis what ever you like.) "You're speaking to the prize department of "UP To Be" magazine! Congratulations! You've won this month's amazing prize giveaway!" Ginger blinked, she barely remembered entering "Oh wow What'd I win?" She asked excitedly. "This is our biggest giveaway yet! You've received one living dildo, along with a bag of everything you could ever need to make him into the best sex-toy ever! He's been delivered to your house, all you need to do is show up and unbox him!" The doctor sighed and asked to speak to Shirley Alonso Jonas then walked outside and waited in the hall"I'm afraid he has amnesia so he can't remember Anything before the accident Scenic shakes her head, despite the fact the phone doesn't relay that, "Nope, that is plenty. It'll take me a small slice of time, but don't worry, I'll be there as soon as I can." With that she hangs up, gets all pretty and smelling nice. Giving her a last minute touch up, and giving herself a good look in the full body mirror, she nods and blows a kiss to herself. "Lovely~"She travels by bus, watching a seat of ahead of her enjoying an intimate (or so she believes) birthing moment, the young man was panting as he was going in, his head all that was left, while the girl was enjoying every moment. Coiled up as she was the entire affair and trip just heightened her feelings. It's a good half hour before she arrives at David's place, a little flush from the trip's encounters she reaches the door and with her tail tip pushes the doorbell. She sits back a bit and gives herself some minor adjustments, a strand of hair out of place there, her halter top crowding places a little bit. David hears the doorbell. "I'm coming." He gets up from the sofa and goes straight for the front door and sees the giant Lamina, quite surprised at how tall she was and that she was a real Lamina. "Wow... I wasn't expecting you to look so amazing." David smiles at Scenic. "Come on in." Ginger blushed hard under her fur "I got a what? Hello? Aw, hell..." she muttered as she ran home to let the poor dear out.____Shirley sweat dropped "Really? I never would have guessed. Is there anything we can do? Send him through another wall when he gets his strength back or clock him with a frying pan or something?" No I'm afraid it's permanent what happens next is up to you now"The doctor walks back out and Jonas walks back in"So what's going to happen now"While he was outside some nurses fixed him upland now he looks like he did before the accident Scenic beams practically as she bows slightly and slithers inside. "Aw thank you, that is very sweet of you to say." She moves carefully, unfamiliar places lent to knocking things over, entangling oneself, and other minor issues. She finds herself a nice spot and glances to David smiling gently and runs a hand over an ear. "Nice place you have handsome. Day off today?" Shirley sighed and had to think for a bit before calling the station, and telling them she was going to take care of Jonas while they uncovered more information about him. "I think I'll take you back to my place till we figure out what to do." There's a largish box waiting for her on her doorstep, thoughtfully filled with large holes. An eye watches her hopefully through one of the holes... O ok"He searches his pockets for a few minutest find his wallet to pay for the hospital bill And when he opens it, it's empty"Oh sorry I can't pay for this" She shakes her head "It's okay, the city's got this one." She said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Is there anywhere you want to stop before we go home?" Ginger opened the box carefully and looked inside "H-hello?" "Well I would like to apologize for, what did you say I did Crash into a wall?" He fiddles with his hands nervously Sitting inside the box is a little levee, not wearing a single scrap of clothing, and seated on a large bag of some sort. "Hi! And congratulations!" he exclaims happily. David smiles. "Actually, I just moved in yesterday, so I'm just trying to find a job. Do you charge by the hour, by any chance?" (Soon who wants Jon? She nods "Alright then, I'll take you back to the bar" she said, helping him into her police cruiser.___Ginger blinks, blushing a bit "Err... yeah, thanks. Do you want to come inside? You must be could out here..." He sits down in the car and Wonders what his old life warlike "Yeah!" he exclaims enthusiastically, staring at her crotch and clearly misunderstanding her offer! She nods "Okay, let me get the door." She mutters, pulling her keys out only to have them slip from her grasp. "Damn." she muttered, bending over to grab them, giving the levee a clear shot into her if her pants weren't in the way.___As they drive at the bar, Shirley notices Ginger wasn't there "Great, she probably had to run home. Hang on, I'll take you to her." she said, starting the car again. "So, you like motorcycles I guess?" He thinks about it"I think, so I'm not sure"He scratches his head Giggling excitedly, Jake runs up to her anddiveshead-first into her pussy! His efficient squirming and kicking gets him in up to his waist in no time at all! Scenic nods and smiles, "By the hour. Nothing fancy. Hard to plan it out by the day, or the week." She is thoughtful for a second. "So," she slides over to him, coiling her tail around his feet gently to not throw him off balance, "Its ten an hour, for as long as you desire, the exotic fun I offer ranges from fifty to sixty, depending on the fun in question, but for now its normal fun. Do you wish to do something?" She asks tilting her slightly to the side. "I have found some people like to have conversations, others like to play games, let it be never said I do not enjoy a tasty lunch or dinner with another person." She nods "I see well IAI Kai!" she said, trying not to laugh as she stopped the car in front of Gingers. There was the dog girl, half bent over with her pants pulled down and an levee sticking halfway out of her crotch. "Having some fun are we?" she teased, earning a whine from Ginger." It's not my fault! This guy's supposed to be a living dildo and took his job to heart!" She explained, blushing from arousal and embarrassment. He leans out from the back and waves to her Jon wanders the city Ginger blinks "And what's he doing here!?" Shirley chuckles "Um, would you believe he wants to apologize?" Ginger stared at her friend "...no, not even a little. AHHH!" She gasped as the levee was finally taken into her womb, making her look about six months along. "Ugh, I don't even remember entering that stupid contest." Shirley blinked "Contest? What are you... Bwahahahahahahaha!" she suddenly broke into a fit of laughter. Ginger blinks "What are you...IT WAS YOU! I knew that magazine sounded familiar, you read it all the time!" Shirley nods "I entered you as a joke, but I can't believe you actually won." Just awkwardly sits there Shirley sighs and explains what happened with Jonas and why she even bothered bringing him around. Ginger took a minute to listen and walked over to the car "So, I guess you're here to apologize for busting up the bar?" He nods his head"But I don't have any money to pay you back Ginger sighs "It's fine. Believe it or not, the insurance paid for the whole thing, my boss is very paranoid bout that kind of thing. He, paid off for once too. Anyway, I've got no hard feelings towards you or who ever you were." Jake purrs happily and rubs around with his furry fingers, getting them sopping wet with her juices and not caring in the slightest. His big bag of goodies still lays in the box, though... "I don't know who I was"He looks down sadly Shirley puts a hand on his shoulder "Worry more about who you're going to be. Come on, I think it's time you went home." Ginger nods, looking at the bag "I wonder..." she muttered, looking inside. He looks up and smile"Ok I'll bet I can find something I'm good at" The bag is filled with all sorts of naughty things! Lube, handcuffs, some form of tough cable/rope stuff, the list goes on! The bag seems bigger on the inside than it does on the outside... David smiles. "We can get to the fun stuff later, right now, I'd like to know what a local thinks of the town and where the best places are in town, besides being anywhere near you, beautiful." He winks at her, giving her $400 at the same time. She nods "I bet we can. Later Ginger." Ginger merely waves as she takes the bag inside. "So...how are you doing in there?"(Eating dinner, BRB) ((Ok))He sits quietly until they reach her house Jake grins and nods happily. "I'm so warm and cozy in here!~" he replies, giving the walls another lick. She stops the car and gets out. "We're here. Let m show you to your room." she said. The inside of the apartment was modestly decorated, quite obvious that she lived alone. She showed him to a nice looking guest room "Here you are, make yourself comfortable."______Ginger shuddered "Ooh. Th-thanks. Is there anything you want from that bag? You have anything in their like clothes or food?" "Why would a dildo need clothes?" he asks playfully. "But I will need feeding. Don't worry, I can survive on normal food. In fact, if you're that kind of person, I can also live exclusively on cum~ As for the bag itself, bring it in! It's part of your reward!" When he was in his guest room he looked around"Wow this is the best room I've ever seen... I think oh and beside your womb" Shirley blushed "Well, just relax. Oh, and I have weights in my room if you want to exercise." she said, going back into the living room to watch TV. Ok" he started walking to her room to get the weights then saw a guitar in the Guest room he picked it up and started strumming it randomly But then he started playing something more complex like a country Song without realizing it "wow this is cool" She looked into the room "Oh wow, guess you can play guitar, huh?" she said with a smile "My old roommate left that here. Since he didn't take it with him, I don't see why you can't have it." Ginger blinked "You really enjoy being a dildo don't you?" He stopped when she came in and did a nervous Chuckle "I guess I am do you like it" he smile sup at her anxiously She nods "It sounds good. Do you think you know any other songs?" "Well, of course I do! Did you think they'd be giving away someone who didn't want to be used like the prize they're meant to be?" I don't know maybe there's something that might remind me of them"He contemplates and scratches his chin"Well do you have any songs you want to hear Shirley shakes her head "Nah, I'm not big on music, but I'd like some classic rock if you know any."___Ginger nods "Fair enough. You're getting hungry or are you alright for now?" I think I'd need a different guitar for that I think This bass and I think I'd need an electric"He taps his guitar "Nope! I won't be hungry until you're hungry. Just make sure there's enough dinner for both of us!~" Shirley nods "I got CIA. Alright then, we'll see what we can do."__Ginger sighs "Sorry, but I'm not used to having someone completely at my mercy." He smiles at her"you know for me being a prisoner or was a prisoner You really nice" Jon goes home and lays down Shirley sighed "It's my own fault, I've got a soft spot for helping people." "Oh well I'm glad you're the one who arrested"He started strumming the guitar again She smiled "Thanks. You can play in the living room if you like." Ok thanks" he got up and walked into the living room and sat Down on the couch and started playing again She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a coke and sat on the couch, sipping her soda as he played. "So do you like this"he started playing something from "know when to fold them" She smiled "Ugh, that's so old. My dad loved that song." she giggled. "Well I'm not sure of It's old or not but glad you lime it"he.continues strumming She nods and listens for a bit before starting to sing along. He sings with her as he strums and when he's finished he looks up"I wonder if I can get a job in a band" She smiles "Might be worth a look. Actually...no, there's no way they'd let you within ten feet of the place. Or maybe they would, Ginger's the only one who knows you there..." I think all I would have to do is play for them and let them decide for themselves what song do youRecomend I play for them, She shrugs "Lola by The Kinks? I honestly don't know all that many acoustic guitar songs." I don't either"he sits and thinks about it, She sighs and looks at her phone. Looking at a couple of lists she sighs "Not finding anything that would work for a bar." And I can't think of any" "I'm sure they'll give you a playlist if you ask...oh! I think I got one. Try 'Sultans of Swing'." How does that one go again" (Holy hell, one day and this much, where is Kirby?) She hits a couple of things on her phone and starts playing the song.(I don't know.) Starts playing along with it, She smiles "See? You're a natural." " I guess I am" he continues playing with it((The link didn't work so I'm going to fake it)) Lea was sitting in a tree humming as she looked into the sky "It's nice just sitting here sometimes she thought quickly catching sight of Miles on a bench. (Maybe because you're on your phone?) She grins "Yeah, you should get a job playing at the bar no problem." ((Yep you guessed it))I guess"He stops playing and looks up at her"You know I owe you so much how could I ever repay you" "I'm serious anything I can do to repay you just name it"he looks up at her with a serious face TwinTails123 wrote:David smiles. "We can get to the fun stuff later, right now, I'd like to know what a local thinks of the town and where the best places are in town, besides being anywhere near you, beautiful." He winks at her, giving her $400 at the same time." Well~" She says blushing slightly at the compliments, she loved compliments, just as well as having her fun with people, men and women. Who ever. "New to town as well as newly moved in? Well I do love the city, it's a rare place, and most especially allows me my greatest enjoyment. There are plenty of friendly people, lots of people to have fun with. I like the Night Clubs, a restaurant not too far from my place, the mall which has a nice theater for people like me, and there are some exotic places that most certainly make for some enjoyable moments. Mind you," she says holding his money, "You more than enough paid for anything you desire for a few days from me even~." She places the money in her purse. "So I have to ask, do you know much about this city? You had to have noticed some of the interesting things you don't see in other cities on the way." David nods with a smile. "I know that this city is a place where birthing takes place, even a few other types of votes, but that's about it. Though, if I'm honest, that's the reason I moved here, the birthing... it was just amazing when I saw a man being taken into some woman's womb and people just acted like it's the norm around here, I found it was rather sexy. Would you mind it if you took me into your womb later?" Scenic smiles, "And that love, is the part of the exotic side of my services. Along there with several other sensual, intimate, lovemaking type things. And I would love to put you there later. You paid for companionship and companionship we will have first. Now with that said. We may get company, unless you wish none other than me." She smiles warmly, "I get calls not so often, but sometimes a surprise happens~." She runs her hands along her shapely form and smiles, "So where do you wish to go? I think I forgot to mention a park too, or shall I give you a tour of some of my favorite places?" David smiles. "I'd like to go to the park for a while, and I don't mind if we have company, besides, you have a job to do, don't you, so I won't stop you from doing that. Also, that $400 I gave you was for more than just companionship... the first 100 I gave you was for companionship, the rest was for your exotic services." "The park then," she motions him towards the door, "Let us go visit the park, we can talk along the way. Perhaps get to know one another as we do." She leads him out and stretches ensuring her tail does not get caught by the door. "Ah the sun, how I love you too." She leads him down the road along the sidewalk. "As you can guess I do not have a car. Hard to manipulate those things with a tail as long as mine." She smiles though looking back at him. David smiled as he walked next to Scenic. "Yeah, I bet. I have a car, but I Parker to walk around more than drive. So, how long have you lived here and how long have you been doing your service?" Miles heard rustling from above and looked up, seeing Lea. He smiled. "Oh, hello!" Lea' waved her tail at Miles, recognizing that he was there "Hello!" She sat up on the branch looked to him "How do you do?" She asked. Miles grinned, standing up. "I'm good! Having a nice afternoon?" "The sky is beautiful today. I honestly don't know if that's the case, or I really enjoy nature." She said. Stretching, she whips around the branch she was sitting and jumps into the air landing near Miles. (Kirby, did you spot my last message to you?) Jake grins. "It's easy enough. Just treat me like a toy whenever you need a toy. I'm pretty happy to do almost anything you could want from me!" (Uh, no, I didn't. What page is it on?) Miles grinned. "So, you want to do something together?" (Oh, Ult, I'm going with Relies... I'm sorry...." (@kirby, you want to have your character just moving into Maxine, or perhaps it's Maxine's first day on the job, or what?) (Read my last post, Ult...) (I know, I know, but don't you have MORE than one character? We kinda did try to set this up a while back...)(EDIT: that was the repost, just so you know) (no one wants Jon? ((I could make a character for him)) (ok then, please do ((so you character is like a prey for hire right))MicheleAnthro wolfFemaleProfessional Tristan author wolf with gray and white fur Has nice D cup size breasts and usually Wears a very skimpy bikini (yes he is)Jon goes to his computer to make sure his website is indeed working In his inbox is a sexy author wolf picture and message that says "hey tasty" Jon smiles and messages her "hello there" She messages back"Hey there I'm looking for a meal and I like the Way you look so how's about it" "..." Lea' looks around before looking back to Miles, her tail swaying back and forth "I'm kinda interested in your proposal. So what do you have in mind?" She asked twiddling her hair Jon types back "sure, where should we meet to talk about the terms and conditions? Before you eat me? She types"We can meet at my place" she then gives him The address of her house Jon then logs off and heads there She licks her lips and logs off Awaiting her meal Jon soon knocks on her door She opens it and looks at him"Are you my next meal"She says while licking her lips Slowly and sexually Jon blushes looking to her "yes I am" he smiles She moves to let him in"Welcome than I was getting hungry" "well, first we need to discuss what will happen, should I be unwilling or willing prey? Hmm, I think I'd prefer unwilling"She gently caresses his chin wither nails Jon smiles at her "want to hunt me down?" Why not"She says"I do like a challenge" Jon nods smiling "got anywhere in mind you want to hunt me down? "I don't care but be warned I have a good nose"She gives him a long sniff Jon chuckles smiling and nods "my house has a forest area in the backyard" "That would work"She curls her tail around his waist Jon smiles and leads her to his place When they get there she says to him"Ok you have three seconds when I catch you'm going to hold you in my womb until we get home, and then I eat you" Jon nods smiling and runs off to hide She counts down from three and Then goes to find him sniffing the air to pick up his scent Miles grinned. "You know what the most popular activity in this town is, right?" Jon has made a few false scent trails to try to throw her off She follows a few fake ones and then pickup the real one and sees him Jon yelps and runs She gets on all fours and sprints towards him And then tackles it Jon yelps and squirms under her, She positions herself above him and sits down Sliding him into her pussy she shudders"Ohh that feels good" Jon squirms as he's unearthed "new please don't!" he's pretending to be scared "Ohhh that feels good"She gets up with just his knees sticking Out of her vagina she slowly pushes Theresa of him in and rubs the bulge in her stomach area"You're going to be delicious" she walks back to the house Jon struggles as he's unearthed and in her When she gets home she lays down and enjoys Him squirming while she moans Jon struggles around more until he exhausts himself (sounds fun)name: Shawn Mendes: male species: human appearance: 5'11" red hair, glasses, average bewildered/prey: preoccupation: none long/short stay: either (anyone want him?) She births him and says"Aww are you tired" (@misty, I'll take him, if you like the idea of Maxine on the first page~) (sounds perfect to me. don't know why you seemed to think it be weird) (Well, Ult, I'm looking fur a red for Alice right now...) (Gas! Why don't you and Shawn partner up and head inside her? I thought the plan all this time was for Alice to live inside Maxine, and then you said that you were already partnered up, and now you're saying that you're open again!) (We planned for Miles to go in her, remember?) (I'm willing to share her) (Alright, sure! Alice and Shawn and Maxine sounds fine. Anyone wish to start?) (guess I will)Shawn was just now moving to this town. A friend of his said they knew a place he could live in, but it be rather unorthodox. He just wasn't informed how. 'Ok, the place was somewhere around here.' he said, looking around where he was supposed to find it.(best I could think up) Alice was on the sidewalk, looking around. Shawn was supposed to meet her here soon. When she was thinking he may be late, he saw him. "Hey, Shawn!" Shawn spots her, parking the car. He steps out. 'Hey Alice, good to finally find you.' Alice nodded. "You, too. Come on, our house is down the block." he nods, following her. 'Hopenits as nice as it sounds.' Alice giggled. "It's a matter of perspective..." The only reason that Shawn hadn't spotted Maxine until the point at which he walks around to see her is very clear once they do: she's sitting between a couple of tall buildings. Not quite taller than her, but big enough to disguise her from the right perspective. She sits there happily, tapping her feet as she waits for her new inhabitants to show up! ((I know I'm not part of your role play but I think The idea of a giant woman as a house is hot)) (I was thinking of making an entire role-play based around the idea of a city where the buildings are actually just macros~) (definitely. and just cause your not part of it, doesntmmean your not welcome to comment on it)(I say go for it. Id join in a heartbeat)Shawn rather awestruck when he sees her. 'Wow, she's big.' ((Ya I think I would be able to really get into that RP)) ((Maybe Ult could do a private one with you!)) Alice giggled. "She's actually our new home!" "That's right!" replies Maxine happily, her tail wagging around behind her. "Welcome! You two are Shawn and Alice, right?"(Nah, I'll go make a public topic, since a few people have shown interest already~) he does a double take. 'Say what? I guess you weren't kidding when you said unorthodox.' he says, chuckling. ((That'd be cool, but it seems like public Chats die fast)) (Have you seen the length of the Stranded on Dragon Island original topic? That one was looking close to 400 pages! It's still going, just in case anyone wants to help it reach that milestone~)She giggles. "Surprised, honey?" she asks playfully.(How'd you guys want her innards to be set up? Ordinary womb, furnished womb, or with "flesh furniture" in it?) Lea' rolled her eyes "I wouldn't have lasted as long as I have if I didn't." Lea says. "So, want to give it a go?" She asked hopping over the bench "Or would you like to maybe try other areas?" (I'm good with any. Wjat about you Kirby?)'to say that'd be an understatement, but I'm sure I could get used to it.' he says, smiling. (It can have furniture, but like simple stuff, like a table for eating, computer, and no beds.) Alice giggled. "What can I say? I loved the idea. Plus, maximum security!" Miles grinned. "I'd love to try it out. There's a reason I moved." 'Well, works for me. Could be fun.' Shawn says. Alice nodded, going up to Maxine. Lea smiled as she undid the zipper of her shirt, causing her breast to almost spring out of the tight confines of her shirt. She gives a little chuckle as she slides down her miniskirt, revealing that the carpet does actually match the drapes. "Take your pick, you've got all of me to choose from." She said. Miles grinned, stripping down. "Well, I'm totally going in your womb, but do you want to have fun first?" Maxine grins and spreads her legs, reaching down to pry her nether lips apart with two fingers. "It's unlocked~" she tells them seductively. Jon nods "yeah..." Alice giggled, climbing in her sex. "Come on!" he blushes heavily, but soon climbs in as well. "Not really that, just want to show you, your options. Whether we have fun or not is completely up to you." She said. Shirley shook her head "Really, it's fine. You can pay rent if you like, but I have that pretty well covered." Miles grinned, now nude. "Considering how sexy you look, having fun is a must." Sam was walking down the street, carrying a bag from the grocery store. Lea' chuckled, winking her yellow eye at Miles as she laid back "You flatter me so." Miles giggled. "You're welcome." He lay in the grass, legs spread. Lea' sits up and leans onto his crotch, giving it a lick before cupping it with her breasts. "Hmm.let's see if we can get this boy up." She said. Miles blushed, marring as his member stiffened. Lea smiles, giving it a few licks as she rubs her breasts up and down his rod. "Mmm." Miles moaned, pointing straight up now.(How's the comic going?) Jonas said"Well I still feel like I owe you something" (Oh shit, I kinda forgot about it. Been too worried about graduating from High school)Lea' opened her mouth wide, taking in Miles' shaft halfway as she rubbed the other half with her breasts. She opened her mouth and shut it, getting an idea "Tell you what, when you get a stable job you can take me out to dinner, sound good?" Ok hey is my motorcycle wrecked because I was thinking about driving to gingers and asking for "a job Shirley shook her head "No, but it was impounded after you crashed. I'll give you money for a cab though, or I can take you in the cruiser, up to you." Ok could you drive me id like To limit my spending till i get a job"He picks up hos guitar and gets ready to go (Speaking of Ginger, don't forget about her and Jake~)Maxine moans gently and lets the two enter before withdrawing her finger and leaning back against the building behind her. Ginger sighed "This is going to take some getting used too..."__________Shirley nods and grabs her keys, heading off to the bar with Jonas Jon smiles a bit When they get there he walks in and Says "hello ginger are to here" (I understand. XD)Miles gasped, cumming a bit. Alice giggled, crawling up through the birth canal before reaching the cervix. Lea' happily licked up every bit as she continued to suck on his cock. Ultimated wrote:Jake grins. "It's easy enough. Just treat me like a toy whenever you need a toy. I'm pretty happy to do almost anything you could want from me!" Maxine grins and pants slightly as she feels the pair walking deeper... Mikes moaned more, crying out when he finally cummed. Lea' could feel his seed seep down into her throat, which she happily slumped all of it up. She continued her ravenous ways until she felt he was done. Lifting herself off of him, she massaged her breasts and moaned a little rubbing her tail, feeling her heat. "Oh yes, that was delicious." Miles smiled, panting. "I make only the best." Ginger sighed "Yeah how are you-ooh! I told you stop!" "Now that you've paid up, I guess it's time I fulfil my part of the bargain." She said moving up Miles' body until she met him face to face. Miles grinned. "Ready?" Lea' gave Miles a peck on the cheeks "You know I am." She then proceeds to push off the floor with her arms and land just above Miles. Lea sits down placing her pussy above his head. "Come on in." She said. Miles nodded. He lifted his head, pushing it into her sex. Lea' moaned feeling his head slip inside with relative ease. Thanks to all the foreplay beforehand, she was already leaking precut as his head went in. Miles blushed, pushing himself further in, his shoulders popping in. Lea' had to suppress herself as she came over Miles' bringing him in even more. Her body spasmed with the motions Miles made to make it easier. Miles blushed, her spasms and cum making him slip up to his waist. Lea' grips her stomach as her womb expands to accommodate Miles. "Pooh!" She moaned Miles rubbed her womb wall as he pushed himself deeper in. Lea' moaned as she reached her second orgasm quickly after the first. TwinTails123 wrote:David smiled as he walked next to Scenic. "Yeah, I bet. I have a car, but I Parker to walk around more than drive. So, how long have you lived here and how long have you been doing your service?"(Sorry for lateness, today was busy, I'll be trying to post tomorrow... her Sunday.) Syrenica thinks a moment and frowns thoughtful as they move along the street, "I think it's been ten years now. I was a younger Lamina back when I arrived, full of 'innocence' and excitement. I've always wanted to entertain people, and well the service grants me the chance to entertain and be entertained in return. It was a bumpy road when I got here, so the service didn't start up until recently. A year maybe two." David looks at Scenic, feeling sorry for her. "Well, it's a good thing things worked out for you. Not many people, or Lamina's, can say that they started their own business or service, and it worked, so you've made quite an accomplishment so far. If you need any support though, I'm more than happy to give you money if you need it or just to help you out from time to time." He smiles at her, hoping that the two of them can become friends. Hey iron was wandering if I could get a job here? This helped Miles slip in even further, now passing his knees. Lea' rubs her belly as she pushes the rest of Miles deep within her, shutting him inside of her. Mikes curled up within. Lea' spasms as she falls back unable to catch herself. She looks down "Oh, that'll never get old." She said feeling her enlarged breasts. Miles giggled. "Agreed. How long do you want to keep me?" "How long are you willing to stay?" She asked rubbing her tail. Miles winked. "Months." "By the time you'll want to leave, you may not even be yourself anymore." She said. Miles giggled. "I'll be fine." Lea' smiled "well, I guess we should be going then." She said picking herself up with her tail. Miles nodded. "Mind keeping my clothes?" 'Well, this is certainly strange.' Shawn says, giggling. Lea' nodded picking them up "Where to go to now?" She wondered. "So ginger I was wondering IFI could get a job at your bar" Ginger shrugs "Doing what? The owner doesn't need any walls taken down." "Huh? What do you mean? I am stopped!" exclaims Jake indignantly. True, he isn't moving a single muscle except his mouth! He laughs"No I was wondering if i could get a job as a band or something forth bar" She paused "Hmm, we were thinking about hiring live entertainment... What do you play?" She heard Jake and blushed "Oh, must've moved wrong then..." "I play guitar"he holds his guitar up She nods "Kay. Know any songs?" "Well I'm not exactly sure, but I know that I do Know the gambler"He positions his guitar at his chest and waist"Do you want to hear or do you have a different request" Miles shrugged. "Your place?" "Hmm.nothing really to do there, though. We need to go somewhere with action." Lea' said TwinTails123 wrote:David looks at Scenic, feeling sorry for her. "Well, it's a good thing things worked out for you. Not many people, or Lamina's, can say that they started their own business or service, and it worked, so you've made quite an accomplishment so far. If you need any support though, I'm more than happy to give you money if you need it or just to help you out from time to time." He smiles at her, hoping that the two of them can become friends. She giggles and blushes slightly as they walk. He was nice and friendly, "Why thank you~ Are you sure? I mean you are unemployed at the moment and new to the city?" She smiles though and looks upwards, "Well I am stable so for now it's okay, you gave me enough to live for a couple of weeks." David smiles when she mentions him being jobless, which was true. "Well, you see, I'm actually the son of one of the richest men in the world, so I get millions of dollars sent to my bank account every year. So even though I don't have a job, I technically don't need one because of my income, but I still try to get one, so I'm not bored, and I only spend my money on things that I need. Anyway, I'm glad your alright for some time, but let me know if you do need any more money, ok?" Scenic blinks at him a little surprised, well that might explain the rare 400 give to her on a first encounter. She then smiles warmly her tail tip swishing happily. "Okay~" She answers her happiness quite easily to hear. Well if nothing else she had made a wealthy companion. And so far he seemed quite fun. The park should be getting close she realized looking around as she has lost track of where she was. There up ahead. David was really enjoying Scenic's companionship. He wanted to ask her to be friends, but he thought it would be better to ask before they do the exotic things. As they walked into the park, he saw people birthing everywhere he looked. He knew it was common everywhere in town, but it surprised him nonetheless. Miles grinned. "What about that birth modeling place?" "Oh yeah, that place is always about who can look the sexiest with the biggest belly." She said sizing up the bulge Miles made in her. "I think we could work this out." (what's going on with Shawn Alice and Maxine? You 2 haven't posted any replies) Miles grinned. "Sounds good, then?" Jon squirms around a bit Ginger shakes her head "No, that sounds good." she said, petting her swollen middle. He ignores her swollen middle and starts playing the gambler While passionately singing along Jon waits to be digested She smiled "Well you got my vote."" And mine" A voice said behind them. It belongs to a slightly older looking Female elf with dark gray skin, red eyes and white hair smoking a cigar. "Names Nevis, but everyone calls me Nevi. I like yer sound kid, and yer gumption for coming back here after tearing my wall down. Tell you what, you can play at the bar tonight. If the crowd likes you, you're in. If not, he-he, then I get to have my fun with you." He didn't really understand that last part but he didn'tunderstand anything since his accident"Ok well thanks for the chance I won't let you down Now I better go find a drummer and another bass player Before tonight" he waves and walks back out tithe patrol car and talks to her"Can you either get my motorcycle impounded Or drive me to where I need to go because I don't have much Time soon Jon reforms at his house and checks his site "Yeah, It seems pretty nice. Let's do it." She said walking off. Shirley nods "Each, I know Nevi. She likes to play rough with her toys, and has broken far more than she admits. Where do you need to go?" He didn't answer for a second for he was thinking Toys broken what does she mean he pushed these Thoughts aside and suddenly remembered something And scribbled down an dress "go here there's a guy that I know That plays Drums I think he can help" She nods and smiles "Nice to see you're starting to remember stuff." she said, taking him to the address. "So if I do remember everything I've done will I have To go back to jail" Shirley shook her head, her scales failing a bit "Nope, I talked it over with the chief. I'm your probation officer." "Oh ok" he got out of the car and went to the house And knocked on the door a man came out, and they had a small chat few minutes later Jonas came back to the car"Ok everything's set take me back to bar please" Shirley nods and drives him back to the bar "Here you are. You sure you want to go through with this?" "What's the worst that could happen Mean not like I got any loved ones, so I probably won't be missed And besides you've heard me I think I can do it"He looks down "I don't think I do anyway see you later"He gets out of the car with his guitar and walks into the bar She whimpered and walked into the bar. Sitting down she looked over at Ginger "Give me an 'Oh shit I'm crushing again'." Ginger smiled "Our new singer?" Shirley nods "Yeah. I told the department the guy was unrecognizable and DOA on rout to the hospital." Ginger blinks "Why the special treatment for a drunk?" Shirley sighs "Because I've heard of Jonas the biker king. If he really has amnesia, hell, if he doesn't, this could be an opportunity for him to start over. Lord knows I took that chance when offered." The dog girl nods and hands the gator her drink. Jonas took his seat on stage with a drummer behind Him and introduced himself to everyone in the brand asked for requests someone in the audience yelled along and then Jonas nodded to the drummer and they Started playing while singing along skillfully Shirley was getting tipsy now and smiled "He's good. I think he might make it." Ginger nods "Yeah, he's quite a catch." Shirley giggled "Aw c'mon, it's nah like that. You! You were a catch. Why'd we split again?" Ginger sighed "IT wasn't working out, you were too adventurous and outgoing, I was shy and withdrawn. Plus you kept window shopping, I didn't appreciate it." Shirley nods "Yeah, least you got a belly pet out of it." Through the night Jonas did quite a few more Requests getting more confident through all fit u til he was just rocking out. Up there finally he said "thank you all for being here tonight and Gorsuch lovely support sadly i have to go don't know if ill be playing here again, but it was pleasures goodnight everybody" he walks off-stage (I think it's a stage)And sits next to Shirley and ginger "so how'd I do" Miles rubbed her womb wall as she walked. Lea stopped for "Oh yeah, do you know where this place is supposed to be? I've never really been there before." She says. Miles laughed. "384 Birth Street." Lea looked up at the signs "Oh, so it should somewhere near here." She said. Nevi walked over frowning "I'm disappointed kid." Shirley moaned and Ginger blinked "Why? He did great! That was a pretty big crowd for a weekday." He looks at her curiously"Well sorry i disappointed you but I thought I did pretty good"He puts down his guitar on the counter she doesn't have to hold it (now who wants Jon? Nevi smiled "Because I was looking forward to having a new toy. Relax kid, you got the job." Shirley cheered and Ginger smirked "Predictable boss." Nevi smiled "What was that? You want to be my next toy?" Ginger seeped "I'll be good!" He smiled "awesome I got a job although do still feel bad about breaking your wall"He looks over at the giant patch in the wall Nevi waved her hand "few, insurance is taking care of that. Sides, you'll make us plenty drawing in customers." Shirley hugged Jonas from behind "You did it Jonas!" He turned around and hugged her back"Yes finally I got a job" he pulled back "now come on i have to buy you dinner" Shirley grinned "Yay! Let's eat!" Ginger sighed "You'll have to watch her. She gets a bit goofy when she's drunk." He laughs "I think ill be able to handle it"He takes her keys and walks her to the car"You are way too drunk to drive" Shirley giggled "Yeah, I'd probably crash through the wall. She said, tossing him the keys. He laughs and then drives them to a nice resturantand helps her out of the car and into the restaurant Miles nodded, laying back. She grins "You got enough big boy?" she asked, slapping his rear He laughs "ya I got enough" he sits her downland then sits down himself((Do you wanna just skip past the restaurant scene To home or Do you have something special in mind forth scene because don't care either way go)) ((Skip))Shirley walked out, a little more sober than before. "That was really nice." Ya it was glad you liked it"He puts her in the car and gets in starting The car and driving to their house Shirley smiles and puts her head on his shoulder "You're a real sweat heart. You know, I'm not sure if I'm still tipsy or not, but I think I'm falling for you." He chuckles "well thanks and to be honest think you're a meet gal to" he stops the car Akthar house and helps her inside"Home sweet home" She nods "Yeah...hey Jonas?" she said, voice shaking a bit She looked down at her "ya Shirley what is it" Lea began on her way, taking a few turns down the streets before finding herself gazing upon a huge building "hmm. I believe this is the place." She said She kissed Jon sweetly on the lips, wrapping her arms around him. He slightly jumps but then embraces it wrapping his arms Around her as well wondering if she actually felt this Way towards him or if she was just drunk She smiled and broke the kiss and leaned into his ear. "First one to the house gets to top." she giggles before sprinting to the house He didn't know what she meant but hews game and ran after her almost beating her But slowed down to let her have her winning Moment and laughed "oh well I guess you get top" She grinned and pulled him inside. "Lucky me." She kissed him again on the lips and takes his shirt off while doing so. He kissed back while trying to Take her top off hoping that in the morning she wouldn'tregret this As soon as her top was off, her dd cup breasts flopped into the open. "Like what you see bad boy?" she asked, smiling at him smoking "Oh yes I do" an erection formed in his pants And he strides up to her and groped her blobs massaging them with his hands Shirley moaned, her massive tail wagging happily. Her hands fumble as she tries to undo his pants. He helps her take them off and then starts taking hers offal the while keeping one hand on her breasts She hops out of her shorts and is now naked save for a pair of panties. He slips off his underwear and his cock springs out Fully erect, and he starts sliding off her panties She grins and slides them off the rest of the way "Ah ah ah." she said, shoving him onto the bed "I said I'd top." she stated, climbing on top of him He chuckles "I guess you did win the race"He leans forward and bubbles her neck as he Groped her breasts rubbing them and Massaging them as his cock is awaiting below Her for insertion She inserts his cock into her and moans "Let's get started." She said, starting to gently slide up and down on his cock, moaning while she did so. He moans as she continues to rub her all over her body With his callused hands feeling her warm opening Around his dick the sensation was incredibly She moaned and arched her back, still humping Jonas while tracing his chest with her fingers. So many scars, each one a lost story of his life. A life she was keeping from him... He moaned in sync with her Ashe moved his head forward to kisser She kissed him back and hugged him close, still thrusting in earnest. He moaned louder and bit his lips he approached climate She groaned a knot forming in her stomach "K-keep going, I'm so close." He uses his hips to thrust upward into her as she slams down, and he squeezes her boobs as he feels his climaxeaproaching fast Miles nodded. "Good luck!" Lea nodded, taking a look at the building before walking inside. She looked for the clerk in order to sign up. No surprise, it was a pregnant woman in her early twenties. Miles rubbed her womb wall happily. Jon sighs checking his messages again, he then sends a mass email to his customer list saying just for today he's offering his service at half price She screamed as she climaxed, her tight walls strangling his member for it's seed. He moaned loudly as he climaxed to and his seed emptied from His member and into her Name: Thomas Gender: Male Species: MouseAppearence: A small, lithe, gray mouse-morphed/Prey: Preoccupation: Clerk at a clothing store Long/Short stays for birth: Either Other: Can switch between mouse-size and normal-humanoid (though still fairly short). Some people might call him too curious for his own good (others might call him a plain old peeping tom) Lea looked at the clerk and asked for a sign-up sheet. After receiving one, she proceeds to fill it out. The usual, Height, Weight, Blood type, which division, How much are you carrying? Miles lay back, getting a little bored. (Wow, I've taken way too long getting around to this... And everything. Kirby, could I get a repost of where I got up to as Maxine?) Jake is snoozing gently inside his new owner's womb, his tail extending down into her birth canal, and even poking out just at the tip... Once Lea finished her work, she turned in her sign-up form. Miles absentmindedly rubbed her womb wall. "Well, now just hold on in there, baby." She said rubbing her belly in return. Miles smiled. "Thanks..." (ok, I'm completely lost as to what's gong on with me Kirby and ult) Lea sighed being a little nervous, but not visibly so. She waited a while before the receptionist called her. Miles looked up, a bit excited. (I think I lost my partner...) (This seems rather fun to try out. Mind if I join in?) Name: Zachary Gender: Male Species: Author Cat Appearance: A 5' 6" author cat that has purplish fur and bright silver eyes. Usually wears a black t-shirt and jeans when walking around the town. Pred/Prey: Preoccupation:Long/Short stays for birth: Preferably long, but doesn't mind short Other: None (Welcome to the party, New.) (Thank you. Is anyone open?) (from what I see, this is dead, if not no one is available.) (Oh well. Worth a shot to join.) (Yeah, but you never know when they might come back) (Perhaps they will. This looks fun to participate in, so I hope it takes off again.) Lea looked to the receptionist with a confident smile "Has my number been called?" She asked. The receptionist nodded, pointing down a hall "Room 106" she said. Miles grinned a little. Zachary was walking around the town, getting a feel for the town he had moved to. (I'm going to try and ease back into this with one of my old characters)Sam sat on the front porch of his house, reading a book. (It's a pity I got so lost with this) (I stopped getting anyvreplies from you band Kirby all together)

Unbirth Town (open to all)|rating:2.0

Arena Tournament, Round 94_ Cinder vs. Krunk

Arena Tournament, Round 94: Cinder vs. Krugman:Spoiler Hide The Arena walls for this map are 30 ft high, with a Climb DC of 30. XP Award:300 XPGP Award:300 GP Cinder- TheFallenOneKrunk- theterranAll Combatants, please roll initiative and declare final purchases, if any well, I'm not surprised we meet here(1d20+3)[16]Purchases depend on who wins initiative Can you actually make purchases after seeing initiative? And are those gems banned yet? Yep they're gone And of course you can, look at pretty much every other match around. Initiative rolling is the first thing that happens Initiative - (1d20+4)[11]I have a feeling this will be a quick match. I get a new AC between matches btw...an Eagle... Will see on purchases... so an eagle now... Alright Potion Resist Energy (Fire) 50 GP done except reactionary Got an idea, but need a few questions answered first... Alright, I'll purchase Organist's Gloves (500gp) and a scroll of Blindness/Deafness (150gp) gas, I'd prefer not having to deal with a save or die... And the only counter I can think of is more expensive than the scroll... Potion of Remove Blindness/Deafness - 300 GP (level 2 on Healer spell list)I'll have to sell my crossbow to afford it Start in Y10, scroll in one hand, potion Spoiler Hide resist fire in other Drunk starts in B-10 with gloves on, and scroll in hand. Eagle starts in B-11. I don't think you can buy a potion of Remove Blindness/Deafness. As you choose which it works on, you'd have to pick one or the other on purchase. Cinder Turn 1Move to T7, out of Spoiler Hide Standard: drink potion, drop vial Swift: Blockade in S6 Hide (1d20)[4] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Resist Fire 100/100 edit: Remove Blindness then. Deafness is a bummer, but it wouldn't lose me the match right away Drunk- Round 1My Eagle will double move and land right next to you in T8. Actions:Spoiler Hide Cast Alter Self CLC - (1d20+3)[10] DC8 I will fly to Q7 and land, gripping the scroll in my claw. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: Q7 AC Location: T8 HP: 6/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–0/7 Level 2–1/1 Cinder Turn 2LoSSpoiler Hide 5 footstep to T 6 Swift: Blockade in S5 Standard: Fry the eagle I am the god of hell fire, and I bring you Fire, I'll take you to burn Fire, I'll take you to learn I'll see you burn (4d6)[17] fire, reflex 15 halves doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Resist Fire 99/100 Blockade in S6 2/3 Blockade in S5 3/3 Refs Spoiler Hide err, how do we handle this? I don't know if he has Los on the eagle, so it may be necessary a Ref rolls the save Refs:Spoiler Hide Listen for Drunk: (1d20)[13] Listen for Cinder: (1d20-1)[3] Eagle's down regardless of save, as it only has 5hp. Drunk:Spoiler Hide There are blocks of wood in S5 and S6. Cinder:Spoiler Hide Eagle's down, no other Los. Drunk - Round 2@Refs (Comment):Spoiler Hide I will let you handle the eagle since I cannot see him now. Actions:Spoiler Hide I fly north going around the blocks of wood, 'pausing' at T2 for an Los check (still tons of move left). @Refs (question):Spoiler Hide Something I just thought of...will I be able to use my Organist Gloves in my White Dragon Form? Alter Self says things that can be used in the new form will continue to function normally, those things that cannot will meld into the new shape. I would assume that I could wear a glove on a dragon claw just as well as a glove on a kobold claw, but I wanted to check to make sure before I go forward...(probably something I should have checked before I bought them...but meh) Need more refuge. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Aye, you've still got fingers and hands, so I don't see why not. Los established again. Cinder is in T6, the eagle is down in T8, and Drunk is in T2, in white warming form. Free: "Welcome dear customer. Can I interest you in some crispychickeneagle with a helping of roasted dragon?" ((Will not be able to post again 'til Tuesday.)) I'll cast a spell. Spell craft DC16. Spoiler Hide Lesser Orb of Acid I make a ranged attack, rolls in the spoiler. Choose whether you want to AJ before you check it Spoiler Hide Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[9] Acid Damage - (2d8)[7] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: T2 AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: 6/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–1/7 Level 2–1/1 Pretty sure I'll jaunt, but first spell craft to know what I'm dealing with(1d20+8)[9]drat do you cast from a scroll? That is noticeable by precedentum forget about that, no attack roll for blindness, so I can guess what it ISCID you activate Organists Gloves for the spell? Hm, either way Immediate: Jaunt to R6, thus the wood blocks I conjured give me cover for +4 AClet's see the spoiler then No, I didn't activate organist gloves well turns out it would have missed either way, but I won't complain Cinder Turn 3Standard: FIRES OUL!(4d6)[14]resistance bypassing fire, reflex 15 halves then I move to T7Swift: Blockade in T8doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Resist Fire 98/100 Blockade in S6 1/3 Blockade in S5 2/3 Ref Question Spoiler Hide for future reference, does Abrupt Jaunt allow me to teleport under the water to break Love? I'm kinda paranoid about a lucky hit with the orb taking me out doesn't hold up play, your turn Cinder:Spoiler Hide Looks like it. The surface only blocks Love for things with attack rolls and fire effects. Reflex - (1d20+4)[8]Question: How high is Blockade? It fills one 5 foot cube Drunk - Round 3I will fly around, gaining altitude, until I'm in T7, 30ft up. (I make sure to move at least 60ft in a forward direction to maintain my speed). I will activate my organist gloves, then cast a spell. Spellcraft DC16Spoiler Hide Lesser Orb of Acid Same as last time, decide to AJ before opening the spoiler Spoiler Hide Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[23] Acid Damage - (3d8)[12] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: T7 (30ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 well, with the failed reflex, my next fire bolt will total you, regardless of damage and save, so this is your last chance and I don't want to go down to a lucky 15+ damage hit Immediate:JAUNT!to U6-5. Yes, under the water. That breaks Love and the spell fails Swim check for my turn to surface (move action for quarter move):(1d20-1)[2]DC 10 rest of turn depends on this roll well, overly cautious, looking at the spoiler I'd have survived...1st round underwater, can hold breath for 28. Ready Action Spoiler Hide twiddle thumbs if anything happens reduces my air by 1 turndoneedit: I posted that in the open, but I'm not sure if we have Los when I'm underwater U6-5 is the surface level cube; you'd have to go down to -10 to be underwater. You still get the +8 AC from improved cover, although the attack hits regardless; you don't sink down until you fail your swim check. Oops, that was supposed to be -10, but well, legal action stands. That means I should be able to revise because1) I took damage2) swimming to surface is no action since I'm already on the surface move: try to climb out of water in same square(1d20-1)[8]either way, Standard: Searing Fire bolt. Can't see anything keeping me from making that while swimming on the surface And this fire it burns consuming us all withered garden for posterity inheritance in flames(4d6)[15]fire, DC 15 Reflex halves Unless you have a swim speed, don't you have to pass a swim check to stay on the surface? Hm... so I have to make a swim check regardless if I want to move or not. So, if I sink, would this happen right away, or could I first fire my shot? If I remember correctly from water combat in the Never-ending Dungeon, you have to pass the swim check first, or you can do nothing in the water... well, Never-ending Dungeon runs differently, for example I can't hold items in my mouth there Make a Swim check once per round while you are in the water. Success means you may swim at up to one-half your speed (as a full-round action) or at one-quarter your speed (as a move action). If you fail by 4 or less, you make no progress through the water. If you fail by 5 or more, you go underwater. Means I have to make the check. I failed by more than 5, so I go under. Question: when? Text says nothing of being unable to act, only unable to move somewhere else voluntarily I reckon this requires some refuge then... yeah Drat, I may have given away a won match with a stupid mistype there. I didn't evenneedto jaunt, the chances of you killing me in one shot were kinda low Yep, that they were...regardless of who wins here... I'm going to have to come up with a different strategy on how to beat ya... Well, the only other occasion I remember this coming up, the check was made at the start of the turn, and sinking happened immediately; as far as I can tell, that's how it works. (Doesn't stop you from acting, of course; you just have to do so from the bottom.) no Los I think Spoiler Hide move: draw potion Spoiler Hide Faith Healing drink it done Ref Question:Spoiler Hide How does it work if I mix modes of transportation? In White Dragon form, I have 120ft of Flying speed, and 40ft of swim speed. If I dive into the water, would the flying count against my water movement? Hm, actually I'm not sure we DN't have Los, the water is clear, so I think we have Los but no Love on each other. Drunk:Spoiler Hide I believe it would work off percentages - if you fly 30ft before entering the water, you'd have 30ft of swimming left. Drunk - Round 4Fly around using enough flight to keep me aloft and all the while descending to U6 +15ft. And I'll ready an action:Spoiler Hide Cast Lesser Orb of Acid should he break the water and be in range. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U6 (15ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 first, swim check(1d20-1)[9]before I take my turn Cinder Turn 5well, not much I can do drop empty vi already action Spoiler Hide total defense if he attempts any kind of attack done24 turns air remaining Drunk - Round 5Fly around to keep my altitude and end up in the same spot. Then I ready an action:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of acid at him should I gain Love Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U6 (15ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 swim again(1d20-1)[4]DC10 Cinder Turn 6... Ready Action Spoiler Hide total defense if he attempts any kind of attack done22 turns air remaining Drunk - Round 6Fly around to keep my altitude and end up in the same spot. Then I ready an action:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of acid at him should I gain Love Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U6 (15ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 let's see if my string of swim failing continues(1d20-1)[8] Someone in dire need of water wings Turn 7 this is getting ridiculous Ready Action Spoiler Hide total defense if he attempts any kind of attack done20 turns air remaining Do you have anything in hand? Still my scroll. Luckily, there are no rules for water damaging them And how deep are you? -10, as deep as the water goes. I haven't moved in a while because of the failed swim checks Drunk - Round 7Fly around to keep my altitude and end up in the same spot. Then I ready an action:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of acid at him should I gain Love Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U6 (15ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 let's see if the RNG taunts me further(1d20-1)[3]swim At this rate I'll actually lose by drowning Turn 7Ready Action Spoiler Hide total defense if he attempts any kind of attack done18 turns air remaining ((That was your round 8...FYI))Drunk - Round 8Fly around to keep my altitude and end up in the same spot. Then I ready an action:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of acid at him should I gain Love Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U6 (15ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 sorry, forgot to edit that when quoting myself Oh RNG, why do you mock me so?(1d20-1)[6]show mercy, it's not like any wizard invests ranks in swim This is more and more getting statistically improbable Turn 9Ready Action Spoiler Hide total defense if he attempts any kind of attack done16 turns air remaining Drunk - Round 9Fly around to keep my altitude and end up in the same spot. Then I ready an action:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of acid at him should I gain Love Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U6 (15ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (1/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–2/7 Level 2–1/1 Sacrifice(1d1001)[855]lambs to the RNG Swim(1d20-1)[17]10 GP say I'll roll good on the d1001 and bad on the d20 Congrats, you passed...now what? I'm still contemplating how to make the best of this and to avoid another rash mistake (like the mistyped Jaunt before) I'll take some time for that. We're in no hurry as long as the other match is still going A lot of turns of RNG-induced stalemate later Turn 10[/COLOR]Full Round: swim with half speed: U7-10, then south out of Spoiler Hide to U8-5, catching my breath, then back to U7-5, under the planks for cover Hide (1d20)[11] done Ref Question:Spoiler Hide If I land in the water and swim, even if I want to stay above water, so I can breathe, would I still be considered in the "-5" square? And assuming I am, would I still be able to cast spells at targets that are out of the water? Also @RefsSpoiler Hide since I moved back into Los he needs a passive spot vs my Hide, DC 11+2 distance, so maybe he still sees me, which in turn might trigger his readied since I'm on the surface now @Theterran:Spoiler Hide If you're in the water, on the surface, I believe you'd be at -5, yes. I don't see anything preventing casting in the water. The water's surface blocks line of effect for fire spells, but otherwise does not, unless I am missing something. I'm trying to get a ref in here to address your spoiler...but they appear to be ignoring me... Refs:Spoiler Hide Spot for Drunk: (1d20)[13] Los reestablished as Cinder enters U7-5. Drunk is in U6+15. Boohoo...my ready action triggers! Spellcraft DC16Spoiler Hide Lesser Orb of Acid Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[10]Acid Damage - (2d8)[9]If you still live, I will take my turn. Edit:And given that your touch AC is probably > 10, I'll take my turn... Drunk - Round 10Swift Action: Activate Organists Gloves. Standard Action: Cast Spell DC16Spoiler Hide Lesser Acid Orb Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[21]Acid Damage - (3d8)[15]If this doesn't put you down, I will continue my turn. I'll skip the spell craft checks for now, even if you would've spoilered it, it's kinda obvious which spell you'll use Immediate in response to casting: Jaunt to U7-10. This time UNDER the water for real. Attack fails Drunk - Round 10 (cont)I will fly over top of the bridge, breaking Los. Spoiler Hide Land on the bridge in U8 and hide. Hide - (d20+14)[20] Done Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U8 (0ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–4/7 Level 2–1/1 Spoiler Hide swim check again... (1d20-1)[3] Cinder Turn 11LoSSpoiler Hide Total Defense done Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide No Los. Will post turn tomorrow. Drunk - Round 11 Actions:Spoiler Hide Fall prone on the bridge. Ready an Action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid should I gain Love Hide - (1d20+14)[25] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U8 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–4/7 Level 2–1/1 Refs Spoiler Hide swimswimityswim (1d20-1)[12] RNG, stop mocking me, and I'll sacrifice a mule in your name. Yes, I'll actually buy one and then burn it to death for you Cinder Turn 12LoSSpoiler Hide wow that worked. Interesting hm, now it seems the "cast from hiding" thought I had when surfacing under the planks backfires on me... and I can't use an Immediate if I'm not aware of the attack, so better find him again before surfacing Full Round: swim to T11-10 done Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder moves to T11-10. Drunk - Round 12 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid should I get Love. And continue hiding...not sure if I need a new "HIDE" roll...but just in case... Spoiler Hide - (d20+14)[34] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U8 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–4/7 Level 2–1/1 Refs/Spoiler Hide Swim (1d20-1)[2] Ref question Spoiler Hide Suppose I swim to the surface, which 1) triggers his readied 2) reestablishes Los, assuming he's not using one of the big trees for cover Would I be flatfooted for the attack then, or could I use my jaunt? Basically I'm asking if 1) happens before 2) [QUOTE=TheFallenOne;9393727]And the mockery continues Turn 13LoSSpoiler Hide Ready Action Spoiler Hide full defense it attacked in any way done Cinder:Spoiler Hide Provided it did reestablish Los, both would happen simultaneously, so you'd be able to jaunt. Drunk - Round 13 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid should I get Love. And continue hiding...not sure if I need a new "HIDE" roll...but just in case... Spoiler Hide - (d20+14)[21] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U8 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–4/7 Level 2–1/1 @Refs (Doesn't affect current turn)Spoiler Hide Does the water block the Love on Power Word: Fatigue? Spoiler Hide the usual (1d20-1)[7] Turn 13LoSSpoiler Hide Ready Action Spoiler Hide full defense it attacked in any way done Originally Posted by veteran @Refs (Doesn't affect current turn) Spoiler Hide Does the water block the Love on Power Word: Fatigue? Alright, would like this answered before I go further (edit)And this as well.@RefsSpoiler Hide Does cast a spell break my hide before it's finished casting? (I'm assuming since it hasn't been announced that Los is established, he in fact can't see me) Drunk:Spoiler Hide Surface of the water only blocks Love for [Fire] spells and spells with attack rolls, so no. Casting a spell only breaks hide on completion (for standard action spells, at least. A full round spell might break hide on the completion of the first full-round action, I'd have to look into that one further.) @KrunkSpoiler Hide Precedent says non-aggressive spells with somatic/material components force a new hide roll (can't keep an old roll from past turns) as per any 'movement,' but they don't automatically break hiding. The exception being spells with attack rolls which break hiding as normal for the attack. Precedent and Raw are a little fuzzy if aggressive spell castings lacking attack rolls (Ex: Magic Missile) still count as attacks for auto-breaking hiding as well. I suspect they would, but am not certain here. Maybe Smaller or another ref would remember something. For now, I'd recommend assuming any aggressive spell will break hiding unless you have RAW or Precedent examples to argue otherwise. One other ref question, then I'll take my turn. Spoiler Hide Do I have enough cover from him that if I break my hiding, I could hide once again? Or would I have to move to gain that much cover again? Stalling won't make me drown faster krunkSpoiler Hide You need cover or concealment in order to attempt a Hide check. Total cover or total concealment usually (but not always; see Special, below) obviates the need for a Hide check, since nothing can see you anyway. If people are observing you, even casually, you can’t hide. You can run around a corner or behind cover so that you’re out of sight and then hide, but the others then know at least where you went. Rule of Hiding #1: You must have cover, concealment, or some special feature to have the option of hiding. Rule of Hiding #2: You can't hide from anyone observing you. You currently have cover to allow hiding, but if Cinder gains Los to you, then you must break that Los before you can hide from him again. Drunk - Round 14Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Power Word: Fatigue if Cinder doesn't come up to -5ft during his turn. Done Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U8 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–4/7 Level 2–1/1 Spoiler Hide swimswimmityswim (1d20-1)[5] Turn 14LoSSpoiler Hide Ready Action Spoiler Hide full defense it attacked in any way done[/QUOTE] @RefsSpoiler Hide Can I assume from the face he made that my readied action will trigger? Drunk:Spoiler Hide The face was because he failed the swim check, which means he would drop into the water even further, lower than -5ft. Your readied action does indeed trigger. Boohoo. Readied action triggered! Spellcraft DC16:Spoiler Hide Casting Power Word: Fatigue And I guess that brings up Los... I'm prone in U8, and you're fatigued Will take my normal turn shortly. Owwwell, no need for spell craft check in this case A completely submerged creature has total cover against opponents on land unless those opponents have freedom of movement effects. Magical effects are unaffected except for those that require attack rolls (which are treated like any other effects) and fire effects drat... too bad you were aware of this RMM. Then I got bad information from the Refs... Needanotherref then...@RefsSpoiler Hide Thoughts on this? Smaller specifically said that the water would NOT hinder Love in the post above... why the spell works, it's neither fire nor requires an attack roll, so the Power Word works, but orb, Kilgore etc. doesn't and that's something we've been aware of most of the game now (Edit)Wait...so you are fatigued? From the quote TheFallenOne pulled out: A completely submerged creature has total cover against opponents on land unless those opponents have freedom of movement effects. Magical effects are unaffected except for those that require attack rolls (which are treated like any other effects) and fire effects Note the bold part, though there are restriction listed after it, Power Word: Fatigue is neither a fire effect nor does it need an attack role and thus is not an exception and is unaffected by the water, functioning normally. Edit: Yes, Cinder is fatigued. Regretably, yes A completely submerged creature has total cover against opponents on land unless those opponents have freedom of movement effects. Magical effects are unaffected except for those that require attack rolls (which are treated like any other effects) and fire effects edit: so ninjas are cute and evil now? Oops...my bad... I completely misread it...and the info the refs gave me was sound... Krunk - Round 15I will use a Move action to stand, and a move action to move west out of Spoiler Hide I will move on the ground around the tree to the south and turn north, ending in Q-7. Hide - (d20+14)[26] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: Q7 (0ft) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 Spoiler Hide now with lowered strength... (1d20-2)[-1] ... Turn 14LoSSpoiler Hide a negative 1, really? No action done (You mean turn 16)Drunk - Round 16 Actions:Spoiler Hide Sneak to T6, fall Prone. Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. Hide - (1d20+14)[33] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 yeah, sorryLoSSpoiler Hide (1d20-1)[8] come on, I know you hate me, mock me further. Just failing by 1 point would be new Elan was right about cross class training Turn 17LoSSpoiler Hide ... close enough I guess? No action done Drunk - Round 17 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 so we're at that stage again where you hold the same readied and I fail my swim checks so nothing happens for a long time? LoSSpoiler Hide (1d20-2)[2] If there will be the Worst Man of the Match vote I nominate the RNG Turn 18LoSSpoiler Hide no action done In answer to the above question... Since you're fatigued... Yes.(edit)Actually... I would like an Los check before we get to that point...as I have something in mind... Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk - Round 18 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 Spoiler Hide BLA (1d20-2)[2] If we were using real dice I'd have burned my d20 by now Turn 19LoSSpoiler Hide no action done ((Curious...how many more turns do we have before you start drowning?)) Krunk - Round 19 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 you last saw me surface on turn 10, so there's still some time left for the RNG to make fun of meLoSSpoiler Hide (1d20-2)[6] After doing unspeakable things to it, I can't describe here because it'd get me instant banned Turn 20LoSSpoiler Hide no action done...can I opt rolling a d12 instead of a d20? I bet results would be better on average(1d12)[8](1d12)[7](1d12)[8] Drunk - Round 20 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 Spoiler Hide (1d20-2)[4] You have no idea how much I desire to shout certain words the board filter and moderators wouldn't take kindly Turn 21LoSSpoiler Hide no action done ((You know, my readied action isn't changing, maybe you should just start rolling d20s))Drunk - Round 21 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 yeah, but... how often can you fail a 40 % chance in a row? I mean come onLoSSpoiler Hide (1d20-2)[9] Hey, Mr. RNG, come and mock me further Turn 22LoSSpoiler Hide no action done Apparently 100% of the time? Krunk - Round 22 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 this must be either sad or hilarious to watch for spectators... probably bothLoSSpoiler Hide (1d20-2)[3] Perhaps you ought to change your name to Guildenstern. At this time I think it's wise to look up how many turns I have remaining before drowning Turn 23LoSSpoiler Hide no action done I've been tempted to dive in a swim around ya a few times just out of spite... Krunk - Round 23 Actions:Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid if he comes into Love. (Keeping my previous Hide Roll from Round 16 which is 33) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R6 (0ft) (prone) AC Location: T8 (dead) HP: -8/6 AC: 18 Alter Self (30 minutes) Organist Gloves (2/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–5/7 Level 2–1/1 by now I'm halfway convinced the RNG is somehow broken, read about a similar case a while ago in Board/Site IssuesLoSSpoiler Hide (1d20-2)[14] Smaller, do me a favor and next time you look here give me a spoilered swim check. Refs can roll falling damage, reactive rolls etc., this should be fine too since the swim is kind of reactive to wow, I can't believe my "luck"Well, the prudent thing would be swimming south so I can surface while being out of orb range for the few hiding spots on the map, but then I'd need to make another swim check, and as we noticed my cancer of that are slightly skewed. My guess is you hide in S6, but doesn't matter This ends now Partial Move: surface in T11 -5, which sure as hell triggers your readied Show me what you got Not sure if I can see you... More refuge... then I grossly miscalculated where you'd lie in wait. There are only two objects blocking Los on this map (barring underwater), so you'd have to be on the opposite side of one of those Aye, Drunk's prone in T6, so you have Los. He's... in T6? So cover is broken, and he can't acid orb me from hiding, denying Abrupt Jaunt?well, unless I don't trigger your readied with gaining Los I'm very sure I won this match now, I can jaunt out of Love, get it back with the rest of my move action and then blast your last 2 HP to the other side of the moon Wait, so I don't have cover or anything? Originally Posted by TheFallenOne Ref question Suppose I swim to the surface, which 1) triggers his readied 2) reestablishes Los, assuming he's not using one of the big trees for cover Would I be flatfooted for the attack then, or could I use my jaunt? Basically I'm asking if 1) happens before 2) Originally Posted by Smaller Cinder: Provided it did reestablish Los, both would happen simultaneously, so you'd be able to jaunt. Sorry, I fear you may have made a fatal mistake there Then my readied action triggers...eat a Lesser Orb of Acid.(assuming you'll Jaunt regardless)Spoiler Hide Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[11] Acid Damage - (2d8)[8] I only used a partial move when your readied triggered, so I think I can just jaunt to T11-10 to break Love, swim back up to T11-5 with the rest of my move, and then Fire bolt you If this assumption is wrong, I'll just stay in place, eat the attack and then Fire bolt you, assuming I'm stillstandingswimming. So no matter what, this match ends now one way or the other Blanked out fire etched on the crystal display The sees are deep You better swim Don't go numb Collect the word, add some gold and give it back The sees are deep You better swim Don't go numb Searing Kilgore(4d6)[19]Fire, Reflex 15 halves Yup, I think I'm done. Fairly sure using a Jaunt would kill the rest of your move action, but with that attack roll, it didn't matter. A very wet Guildenstern Cinder takes the victory. Originally Posted by Smaller Fairly sure using a Jaunt would kill the rest of your move action It didn't matter in the end, but why would that be? An experiment in statistical improbability Spoiler Hide (1d20-2)[17] (1d20-2)[5] (1d20-2)[18] (1d20-2)[18] (1d20-2)[0] (1d20-2)[17] (1d20-2)[18] (1d20-2)[8] (1d20-2)[1] (1d20-2)[13] (1d20-2)[17] (1d20-2)[-1] (1d20-2)[9] (1d20-2)[11] (1d20-2)[17] (1d20-2)[4] (1d20-2)[3] (1d20-2)[15] (1d20-2)[13] (1d20-2)[6] (1d20-2)[2] (1d20-2)[2] (1d20-2)[18] (1d20-2)[6] (1d20-2)[14] (1d20-2)[10] (1d20-2)[8] (1d20-2)[1] (1d20-2)[4] (1d20-2)[-1] (1d20-2)[2] (1d20-2)[4] So I guess the thing where the DC is increased by one on a failed save is only the case when swimming in quicksand? Arena Tournament, Round 94: Cinder vs. Krugman:Spoiler Hide The Arena walls for this map are 30 ft high, with a Climb DC of 30. XP Award:300 XPGP Award:300 GP Cinder- TheFallenOneKrunk- theterranAll Combatants, please roll initiative and declare final purchases, if any Initiative(1d20+3)[12] Not again... I've still got to update my sheet from the previous win, but I'll go ahead and roll initiative. Initiative - (1d20+4)[10] well, you knew we'd meet again if you win vs GoltothPotion Resist Fire 50 GP same for acid this time 50 GP Faith Healing 50 GP Scribe 2x Blockade on my scroll 25 GP, 2 XP done except reactionary etc. pp Purchases:Faith Healing Potion - 50gpScroll of Seeking Ray - 150gp no reactionaries Start in Y10, scroll and potion Spoiler Hide resist fire in hands. Ready when you are Start in B-10Eagle in B-11In hand...1 scroll. Spoiler Hide Deafness/Blindness You're gone. Cinder Turn 1Hold scroll and potion in same hand Standard:Shaw die Fewer, for die Rommel UND Eric rich dies Yacht; Shaw die Fewer, for die Rommel, ICH quinine dies Schlock.(4d6)[9]Fire, Reflex 15 halves Move: to T7, breaking LoSLoSSpoiler Hide Swift: blockade in S6 Hide (1d20)[3] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Reflex - (d20+4)[7]DC15Krunk - Round 1Actions:Spoiler Hide I will instruct my AC to attack as best it can. Then I will cast a spell. Spoiler Hide Alter Self. CLC - (1d20+3)[10] DC8 I morph into a Tiny White Dragon, and will fly to R8, gaining altitude as I fly (up to 30ft), and land on the tree in R8. [roll=Hide]d20+14[/roll] [roll=Spot]d20[/roll] [roll=Listen]d20[/roll] @Refs:Spoiler Hide I will instruct my Eagle to attack him as best he can, however, I'm not sure what he did since he broke Los, so you might have to overtake controlling him for this turn. Need Refs Momentarily...then it will be your turn. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R-8 (30ft on Tree) AC Location: ?? HP: -3/6 Organist Gloves Used:(0/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–0/7 Level 2–1/1 Refs:Spoiler Hide Eagle flies in the direction it saw Cinder go, spots him automatically, and ends up circling around the post with a double move to finish in T6. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Your eagle heads off to the northeast, and you lose sight of it as it goes behind the pole. There is a block of wood in S6. Cinder:Spoiler Hide The eagle flies north around the post to end in T6. It's Cinder's turn then. Cinder Turn 2LoSSpoiler Hide well, everything going according to plan 5 footstep to T8 Scroll and potion in same hand Standard: But every night I burn Every night I call your name Every night I burn Every night I fall again Every night I burn Scream the animal scream Every night I burn Dream the crow black dream (4d6)[16] Fire on eagle, Reflex 15 halves Swift: active jaunt to U8-10 I mean, I can't have that much worse luck with my swim checks in two games, right? ... Right? Drat doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Drunk - Round 2 Actions:Spoiler Hide I will 5ft step to S7 still on top of the tree, still hiding and see what I see. Move action to draw my scroll of Seeking Ray. Hide - (1d20+14)[26] I will ready an action to cast off of my scroll of Deafness/Blindness. Done. Need Los check. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-7 (30ft on Tree) AC Location: ?? HP: -3/6 Organist Gloves Used:(0/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–0/7 Level 2–1/1 Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Your eagle is down in T6. There is a block of wood in S6. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Just noting that it's your turn Fallen. Muissed the Los check, one moment Cinder Turn 3LoSSpoiler Hide Drink potion, draw other Resist potion. Drop vial Hide (1d20+5)[20] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 100/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Drunk - Round 3LoSSpoiler Hide Ready an Action: Spoiler Hide Cast Deafness/Blindness from scroll upon Los/Love. Hide - (1d20+14)[31] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-7 (30ft on Tree) AC Location: did HP: -3/6 Organist Gloves Used:(0/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–0/7 Level 2–1/1 Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Drunk:Spoiler Hide No Los. (Also, I assume you meant to include a Los trigger, but it would be good to specify that in the future.) Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. @Refs/SalleraSpoiler Hide Added in that trigger...thanks for the heads-up... You're up Cinder. Cinder Turn 4Woodblock in S6, assuming you see it, vanishesLoSSpoiler Hide Drink potion, drop vial Hide (1d20+5)[7] Swim check for next turn (1d20-1)[15] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 99/100 Resist Acid 100/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Drunk:Spoiler Hide No Los. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk - Round 4LoSSpoiler Hide Ready an Action: Spoiler Hide Cast Deafness/Blindness from scroll upon Los/Love. [roll0] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-7 (30ft on Tree) AC Location: did HP: -3/6 Organist Gloves Used:(0/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–0/7 Level 2–1/1 [QUOTE=TheFallenOne;9511862]Cinder Turn 5LoSSpoiler Hide Swim at half speed to U9-5 In hands: scroll left, nothing else Ready action to fire bolt on Los and Love Hide (1d20+5)[15] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 98/100 Resist Acid 99/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Refs:Spoiler Hide Spot for Drunk: (1d20)[19] Drunk:Spoiler Hide You spot Cinder as he enters U9-5. You may take your readied action if you so wish. Refs:Spoiler Hide I will pass and hope that my hide holds out. Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder is in U9-5, and readies an action. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk - Round 5LoS:Spoiler Hide I will cast Seeking Ray of the other scroll in hand at Cinder. Ranged Touch Attack - (d20+6)[23] Against an FF AC (I hope) Electric Damage - (4d6)[22] Hoping for a 1 shot...but if not...go sniping. Hide - (1d20-6)[1] (-20 for sniping included) Done Will need some refuge. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-7 (30ft on Tree) AC Location: did HP: -3/6 Organist Gloves Used:(0/2) Spells: Level 0–0/6 Level 1–0/7 Level 2–1/1 Refs:Spoiler Hide Spot for Cinder, most likely unnecessary: (1d20+1)[21] Cinder gets hit with a Seeking Ray for 22. (FF touch 23.) If he somehow survives, he sees Drunk in S7, holding a pair of scrolls. Ouch. Seems you got quite lucky on attack and damage roll there. 22 is more than I can take, Cinder is - quite ironically - toasted I won?!? So that means I get XP / GP and we have to do it again, right? Correct on both accounts. Guess which one I'm unhappy about and which nothing: Cinder enjoys more fire, no matter the reason New initiative(1d20+3)[21] I've got enough XP for level 2Initiative - (d20+3)[12] Any Purchases? Drunk takes the victory. Now get over to your new match thread before you screw up the archives![/OCD] Originally Posted by Smaller Drunk takes the victory. Now get over to your new match thread before you screw up the archives! [/OCD] LOL.... Fine! Arena Tournament, Round 94: Cinder vs. Krugman:Spoiler Hide The Arena walls for this map are 30 ft high, with a Climb DC of 30. XP Award:300 XPGP Award:300 GP Cinder- TheFallenOneKrunk- theterranAll Combatants, please roll initiative and declare final purchases, if any Initiative Cinder 21Krunk 12I write two more Blockades on my scroll 25 GP 2 XP Potion Resist Fire 50 GP Alright. I'm just going to get me another Eagle and let you go. Start in Y10, scroll in hand, nothing else Start in B10, Eagle in B11. Scroll in one hand, potion in the other. Go ahead. Cinder Turn 1Standard:Fewer UND Passer commit night Muhammed Kane man night binder find night veranda In Sunken drunken step ICH in Flagmen UND bin I'm Passer vibrant (4d6)[12]Fire on Drunk, Reflex 15 halves Move: to T7, breaking LoSLoSSpoiler Hide Swift: blockade in S6 Hide (1d20)[16] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 4/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Reflex - (d20+4)[20]Drunk - Round 1LoSSpoiler Hide Tell my Eagle to attack Cinder as best it can. Cast a spell (Spell craft DC17) Spoiler Hide Alter Self - CLC - (d20+3)[12] DC8 Drunk - Round 1 (cont)Spoiler Hide I will fly to S8, 30ft up and land on the tree and hide. Hide - (d20+14)[27] Move Silently - (d20+4)[6] (Didn't include any negatives for movement that I might incur as I moved a full move action). Need Refs:Spoiler Hide For checks and to navigate my Eagle. Done once refs are done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 0/6 Refs:Spoiler Hide Listen for Cinder: (1d20-1)[18] Eagle does the same thing it did last match. Cinder:Spoiler Hide The eagle flies around the post to end in T6. You then hear movement approaching from the west and above you. Drunk:Spoiler Hide The eagle is in T6. Cinder is in T7. Cinder Turn 2LoSSpoiler Hide somewhat familiar does he ever fail his CL check? 5 footstep to T8 Standard: And this fire it burns consuming us all withered garden for posterity inheritance in flames (4d6)[20] Fire on eagle, Reflex 15 halves Swift: active jaunt to U8-10 Hide (1d20+5)[23] Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[1] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt this is the third time I burned your eagle extra crispy Terran. It's a wonder you still find animals suicidal enough to serve you Originally Posted by TheFallenOne this is the third time I burned your eagle extra crispy Terran. It's a wonder you still find animals suicidal enough to serve you What can I say...they're stupid... Drunk - Round 2LoSSpoiler Hide Drink the Potion of Faith Healing I have in my hand and continue hiding. Hide - (d20+14)[16] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Cinder Turn 3LoSSpoiler Hide draw resist potion, drink it, drop vial Hide (1d20+5)[15] Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[10] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 100/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk - Round 3LoSSpoiler Hide Ready an Action to cast Blindness/Deafness off the scroll upon Los/Love Hide - (d20+14)[28] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Cinder Turn 4LoSSpoiler Hide Full Round: swim to T12-10 Hide (1d20)[7] Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[10] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 99/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Refs:Spoiler Hide Spot for Drunk: (1d20)[20] Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide You see Cinder enter U9-10. Do you take your readied action? If not:Spoiler Hide Cinder continues to T12-10. Drunk - Round 4LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Cinder Turn 5LoSSpoiler Hide Full Round: swim to S16-10 Hide (1d20)[2] Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[9] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 98/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder moves to S16-10. Drunk - Round 5LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Cinder Turn 6LoSSpoiler Hide Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[9] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 97/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Drunk - Round 6LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder is in S16-10. Cinder Turn 7LoSSpoiler Hide hm better safe than sorry Move: draw potion Spoiler Hide remove blindness Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[8] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 96/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Drunk - Round 7LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder is in S16-10, and draws a potion. Cinder Turn 8LoSSpoiler Hide well, what to do to not feel useless... ready action Spoiler Hide drink potion if I go blind Swim for next turn (1d20-1)[10] doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 95/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Drunk - Round 8LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Cinder Turn 9LoSSpoiler Hide Surface in S17-5 all items in left-hand Ready action Spoiler Hide Kilgore on Los and Love doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 94/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Drunk - Round 9LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder is in S17-5, and readies an action. Spoiler Hide swim check (1d20-1)[18] [QUOTE=TheFallenOne;9597132]Cinder Turn 10LoSSpoiler Hide climb check to leave water, DC 10 (1d20-1)[5] not done edit:Spoiler Hide Ready Action Spoiler Hide Kilgore on Los and Love done Drunk - Round 10LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water, and continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Spoiler Hide swim (1d20-1)[14] if successful, climb (1d20-1)[5] Cinder Turn 11LoSSpoiler Hide Sea: "I'm pretty sure you see me, what are you waiting for?" Ga GAWK! Crispy Chicken Ready Action Spoiler Hide Kilgore on Los and Love done Perform: Bump(1d20-1)[12]this is a Round Final, the crowd wants entertainment (read: blood), not DNS I'd like an Los before I go I was sure you'd have Los on me... my position didn't change in case you didn'tthough something I noticed Climbing out of water requires a DC 10 climb check. (Does not apply for gradual slopes). So, do I not need a climb check to get out after all? Far as I can tell the only map this spelled out exception could refer to is Rivers Refs:Spoiler Hide Near. Cinder:Spoiler Hide No Los. Drunk:Spoiler Hide Cinder is in S17-5, and readies an action. As I recall, the check is still needed on River. Drunk - Round 11LoSSpoiler Hide I will ready an action to Cast Blindness / Deafness from the scroll should he be in Los/Love and come out of the water and ready an action. I continue hiding. Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: S-8 (+30ft) AC Location: ?? HP: 6/6 Spoiler Hide swim (1d20-1)[14] if success climb (1d20-1)[10] Cinder Turn 12LoSSpoiler Hide yay! Climb out of water, move to S19 Ready action Spoiler Hide fire bolt on Los and Love all items are in left hand doneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 5/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 91/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt When I see you ready your action, it triggers my readied action. Spoiler Hide Casting Check to cast scroll - CLC - (1d20+3)[10] DC4 Need you to make a Fort Save or be blinded. Fort(1d20+2)[12]pretty please... Pinpoint success That should break your hiding, where are you? S-8... And that would make it my turn, right? Almost. My readied is triggered with establishes Los and Goethe sorc the sorc is on fire The sorc the sorc is on fire The sorc the sorc is on fire We need no water let the kobold caster burn broadcaster, burn'm running out of good songs... Fun fact, on the last Sky fire album is a fire-themed song, but it's by far the least good on the album(4d6)[11]fire, Reflex 15 halves Then I drop prone no idea what happens to initiative now. Your turn Ah, but can you take a readied action the same turn you ready it? Yes, this came sphere. And even if not, then my readied would trigger first thing on your turn before you can do anything... Lovely... Reflex - (1d20+4)[15] I may have to use the Kilgore on my scroll if you keep making your saves and I roll below average damage Drunk - Round 12I will fly to and land in U19. There I activate my gloves and then cast a spell. Spoiler Hide Lesser Orb of Acid Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[23]Acid Damage - (3d8)[5](What was that about low damage?) Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: U-19 (+0ft) AC Location: Did HP: 1/6 that could have been worse Cinder Turn 13Move: store potion Spoiler Hide remove blindness 5 footstep to R18You know, Cinder is a nasty girl...little break from my usual music style, but the combination of video and lyrics is just so awesome(4d6)[17]Fire, Reflex 15 halvesdoneStatsSpoiler Hide HP 0/5 AC 13, Touch 13, FF 10 Resist Fire 90/100 Abrupt Jaunt 3/4 Acid Splash Acid Splash Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt Searing Spell Kilgore Fire bolt edit: sorry, prone. Forget potion storing then, instead I stand up Reflex - (d20+4)[17](If I fail, I'm done)That was close! Drat drat drat... I need another song Drunk - Round 13Let's try this again.swift action gloves. Cast a spell. Spoiler Hide Lesser Orb of Acid Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[25]Acid Damage - (3d8)[8](Want to see results before I take my move action) Immediate:JAUNT!to R17-10, breaking Love Drunk - Round 13 (cont)Wow...that's crap! I fly north to S6, breaking LoSLoSSpoiler Hide I end in R6 and Hide. Hide - (1d20+14)[27] Done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R-6 AC Location: Did HP: -7/6 did you see the jaunt? Posted it less than a minute before your next postLoSSpoiler Hide swim (1d20-1)[14] You know, I would argue that you can't jaunt there because it's 10ft away, and 10ft down, which is further than 10ft two diagonals are indeed 15 feet, but I stepped to R18 last turn, so it is just 10 feet Oh, in that case, I will fly around with enough forward momentum to keep my altitude, and end in R17-0. And now I'm done. Stats:Spoiler Hide Location: R-17 (0ft) - flying AC Location: Did HP: -7/6 that may have been a mistake my swim check (spoiler above) was a success Awaiting Ref confirmation before going through with it: Cover and Attacks of Opportunity You can’t execute an attack of opportunity against an opponent with cover relative to you. Attacks from Land Characters swimming, floating, or treading water on the surface, or wading in water at least chest deep, have improved cover (+8 bonus to AC, +4 bonuses on Reflex saves) from opponents on land. Land bound opponents who have freedom of movement effects ignore this cover when making melee attacks against targets in the water. A completely submerged creature has total cover against opponents on land unless those opponents have freedom of movement effects. Magical effects are unaffected except for those that require attack rolls (which are treated like any other effects) and fire effects. Same should apply to flyers above the water (if we understand "on land" as not including flyers it would mean that by staying aloft you could attack completely submerged characters without penalty, which is quite outlandish)So the way I see it, I could swim to the surface, blast you with another Kilgore without provoking an AOO I'm Tiny, you wouldn't provoke an AOO from me anyway... I didn't notice that you had even made a Swim check...it appears that I'm about to lose... oh, right The check was in the Los spoilerhereswim to R17-5Try to run - You cannot hide Thoughts that cannot be denied Pain that never goes away ... The powder Burns'm pushed to the limit with fire-themed songs, please die...(4d6)[13]fire, reflex 15 halves this one comes from the scroll, nonsearing CL4 Kilgore. I drop all else I carry before using the scroll I'm did... High Ref SalleraThe singing pyromaniac takes the round. I love the smell of roasted dragon in the evening. It smells like... victory. Guess it's time to level Cinder and Aberrant Commoner, then retire the latter

Arena Tournament, Round 94_ Cinder vs. Krunk|rating:2.0

Demonic Invitation (TravailScribe+ Doomsday)

Demonic Invitation Alight role play story written by Travail Scribe and Doomsday. Setting and quick summary. Earth is a changed world after a supernatural invasion, mostly by demons. While the world has come to accept the presence of demons or supernatural creatures, large cities have been laid waste and are mostly occupied by the supernatural. Most humans fled to the countryside to live away from the chaos and dangers of the cities.100 years after this half apocalypse both civilizations are attempting to share the same planet. Wandering into the territory of the others tends to spark violence, involving in the intruders getting killed or slaughtered. In a once-great city in America, two Demons seek to bring a child in the world. However, a human's seed is needed... Lilith held the shirt to her body, it was almost a peach color and seams along the shoulders made the arms puff out a bit more. "How about this one?" Lilith called out with a smirk to her lover Neo who was trying on some sunglasses and pushing her extra long golden hair out of the way. Spinning around from the mirror, Neo stopped and smiled at Lilith. "Very funny, it matches you perfectly." Lilith flung the shirt behind her and chuckled. Lilith's hair was pitch black, almost so black one would mistake it for greasy. But two red streaks on each side of her head ran the short distance of her black hair to the top of the neck where the base of the skull sits. Her skin was a unique sort of pale, not like a ghost or one who had just seen one. Instead, her skin was a white that to many men appeared pure or spotless. This did not fit her demeanor towards males though. Regardless, Lilith's jaw dropped when she saw a little pair of booties in the store she and Neo were rummaging through." Aww Neo, look at these," she said as she crossed the aisle and stopped next to counterpart. "Aren't they adorable?" They were little baby shoes, a navy blue throughout except where the soles were white, and the laces were as well. Lifting her sunglasses, Neo stepped over to Lilith to get a closer look at the shoes and other baby-sized items around the ones Lilith had found. Her arm found its way reaching across the back of Lilith's waistline. "Absolutely, but they're missing something." There was a pause, Lilith's eyes drifted, and she slowly moved to put the shoes back. Her head turned to Neo's as a small smile creeped from her lips. "We've talked about this before, are you sure?" Dolph always woke early; He barely slept when he was ranging into demon territories. The hoarse screaming of his victim was an irritant, and it certainly did nothing to help lull Dolph into a nice, sound sleep, but he had been around much worse, and it didn't bother him too much. He awoke with the rising sun, and found that his victim had managed to crawl a few inches from his original place; The demon, minor in nature and status, with small stunted wings and tight, curly horns, had been impaled through the chest with Dolph's demons bane machete, and through the forearms by long Bowie knives. The blades had been tempered and magically reinforced with demonic magic, as normal steel would wilt and shrivel when coming into contact with a demon, one of many mystical properties that had enabled the demons to completely overrun humanity over a hundred years ago. He didn't know magic himself, of course; All demon hunters these days were aided by demons who had a curious desire to see their own brethren slaughtered wholesale at the hands of humanity. Maybe it was in their chaotic nature, maybe they just enjoyed death, no matter who the victim was. The same sorcerer had taken to calling Dolph a different name-Prince Stoles, who was supposed to be a great demon of lore. The sorcerer had explained that a human's name was a weapon in the hands of some demons, and that Dolph would be better off by protecting his identity. Besides the gift of the magicked machete and knives, he had also given Dolph a strange mask, carved out of a long piece of wood into the visage of an owl (There were no eyeholes, or mouth holes, but when Dolph wore the mask, it seemed to suck to his face, and he could see through the eyes of an owl, for miles at a time, even in the dead of night. These tools, and his survivalist training, had enabled Dolph to become one of the better demon hunters that roamed the plains. Demons were tremendously hard to kill; The one that had been staked to the ground by Dolph's blades had been ripping himself to shreds, trying to crawl through the enchanted metal. Weak, gasping, the minor demon continued to hiss weak curses at Dolph, who wore the owl mask now, protecting his face from his enemy. "Ssssstolas, I tell you true, I don't know that demon! Die, damn you!" The dying demon sputtered, vile, poisonous blood coughed out of its mouth and onto the dusty ground. The demon had been very consistent in his story, proclaiming his ignorance even as Dolph lopped his legs off, stuck him through with his blades, and left the demon to suffer the entire night. For years now, Dolph had been tracking one particularly malevolent demon- Amadeus, as he was called among the loose confederation of demon hunters, though it was not truly known if that was a moniker bestowed to him by humanity, or if it was his true name. A great, hulking demon that stood twice as tall as Dolph, it had three heads, each more vile than the last- An eagle's head, that could cry and squaw and tear with its vicious beak, a dog's head, with huge, rending teeth, and a dragon's head, that could breathe fire... Nobody could quite decide in how these heads were ordered, as some days the dragon's head took centerpiece, and other days it was the eagle's or the dog's head. But every demon hunter agreed that Amadeus must die; It was the most dangerous demon in existence, and it enjoyed preying on the hunters. The demon in his custody was useless to him; It either truly did not know Amadeus, or it was indomitable, and wouldn't tell him at all. Dolph retrieved his blades, and wiped them across the grass, carefully cleaning the demon's blood off of them before he inserted them back into their home on his hips. When he yanked the machete out of the demon's back, it cried out in pain, and a moment later, he brought the blade back down, and lopped the demon's head cleanly off. Suddenly the plains were silent, as Dolph cleaned that weapon off, too, and sheathed it across his back. He sighed as he pulled his mask off, revealing a tired face (with a full beard and long, dark hair that came down to his shoulders. It was safe now... And it was tremendously hard to breathe in that mask. For a while, Dolph stared off onto the horizon, at the nearest city, thinking he might head in that direction and scavenge for some supplies. He was getting pretty hungry, and there wasn't much hunting this close to the city; The rations he had would last maybe two more days, if that. It was so... Irritating, that it had been more than two years since he had seen Amadeus, and yet he was no closer to killing that monster. Dolph's head throbbed with pain as he packed up his brief camp and slung his bag over one shoulder as he headed off towards the city, keeping the owl mask in hand, in case he spotted anything lurking on the horizon. "I think it's doable." Lilith and Neo walked down gray cracked and crumbled streets. Occasionally they would separate from each other's side by going around a car, but they always returned to each other at the end. The heat of the summer made the city feel like a desert. One hundred years ago this city would be a metropolis and half of it air-conditioned. But things had changed. And the two demons preferred the heat, as did most. They preferred it so much Lilith often walked barefoot on the streets that had absorbed all this heat. "We just have to be careful." Lilith scoffed and nearly rolled her eyes but thought otherwise. Now sporting simple and unappealing black men's shorts and a white tank top, Lilith looked a little plain at the moment to many. But Neo liked this plainness, saw beauty in how much Lilith wished to keep attention away from her sometimes. At other times, Lilith would wear clothing and piercings more striking than most dark-trendy humans would. Really Lilith chose the changes of clothes to consider the same thing Neo was. "I didn't say it wasn't doable. I asked if you were sure about this Neo. It's not something we can just decide to do and the nun-decide." Neko sped up her pace, spun on her heels and stopped in front of Lilith, bringing her partner to a halt. "You're worried...about Amadeus." Neo turned her neck and tried to look into Lilith's eyes, but Lilith was hiding a straight stare. Neo let the hair on her arms and body grow, bringing forward a physical softness as she took Lilith's hand. Lilith was aware of Neo's actions but still could not look her in the eye. "You have no idea what he is like. He won't allow this if he gets word of it, and he won't allow it to be something that is simply corrected. He'll make an example out of us." Lilith's voice was almost at tears. Neko raised a hand and lifted Lilith's cheek, a single tear rolling across it. Eye to eye at last, Neo smiled. "I'll wear sweatpants and baggy clothes, people will just think I'm getting conscious about my weight gain." Lilith laughed and beamed an impossibly warm smile. "You're a shape-shifter Neo, not a human. And since you're dating me, others will be curious." Neko turned around and raised her arms in the air, shouting to the long and empty large street in a city that once held thousands if not millions. "Then we'll move to the countryside and hide in the hills and be one with nature! I'd love to be a pony!" Lilith, now sitting against the hood of a long abandoned vehicle shouted out to Neo. "But then we'll have humans to worry about. Or we won't be able to find any humans and not be able to do this at all." Neo turned once more and pressed her body up against Lilith, leaving room for a pause." We'll find one. I'm sure I want this Lilith." Lilith leaned up and, with ease, kissed Neo on the lips without warning." Then I will give all I can to make it happen." The two embraced for a moment before walking down the wide street once more, side by side, momentarily separating whenever a car came in their path. They walked for two more miles or so, letting the sun slowly go down as they returned to their apartment near the edge of the city. The day was fairly uneventful, with one small exception. As Dolph marched towards the city, the crumbling skyscrapers growing larger and larger as he approached, a winged thing appeared in the distance, circling like a buzzard but slowly coming closer to where he was. At first, he could only assume it was some sort of scavenging bird; Demons had slaughtered humans wholesale during the invasion a hundred years ago, yet seemed indifferent to wildlife. This carrion often enjoyed human and demons to feast upon in these violent times, which made Dolph suspect that there may be some dead thing in the plains ahead. But as the winged beast came ever closer, Dolph's suspicions mounted... He equipped the owl mask, and could easily tell from a couple of miles away that it was a demon flying in lazy circles, it's head whipping around to examine Dolph from a distance. It was spying on him, or at least keeping an eye on him... Damn, how long had this been going on? Contained within his pack of supplies was a rifle, and he had a killing range of more than half a mile on it, but aiming to the sky was a whole new difficulty to add to the fact that this creature was certainly wary of Dolph, and would not come much closer, as it seemed to shift away from him as he advanced on it. It was frustrating, because he could do literally nothing to stop this demon from spying on him. What was its purpose? Were there more? He cast his eyes around the other horizons, searching for an ambush for several long minutes, before determining that he was at least safe for the moment. After about an hour or so of frustration, Dolph was finally pleased to see the demon turn towards the nearby city and flee. Perhaps it was seeking reinforcements, or maybe it had simply satisfied a curiosity. Dolph had a good feeling that he would stumble upon the beast soon, and the demon hunter wouldn't give the monster a chance to answer for itself; He would inflict as much pain as possible upon the demon, just to give Dolph a shred of satisfaction. He would hack and slash and dismember limbs zealously, even if all the rage he vented out could never bring back the ones he loved. Dolf had grown up in a large 'family', if it could have even been called that; One of eleven children, some half siblings and some full siblings, though all with the same mother. Ever since humankind had been pushed to near extinction, there had been some who thought it wise to repopulate the earth. Some men treated women like cattle, throwing them in chains as breeding slaves, but some women agreed willingly to bear many children, in the hopes that their offspring might forge a better world for themselves. Dolph's mother was one of those women. His father, and his uncle had both taken turns impregnating her, when they weren't hunting demons and foraging for food. The second oldest of eleven, and the oldest boy, Dolph had great expectations placed on his shoulders since his childhood. His sister, Amanda, would likely have many children just like her mother, for that was what they expected of their women, but Dolph was meant to carry on in his father's footsteps. Still, all the expectations in the world couldn't have prevented what happened; Their home, a clever little place lost in the valleys of a mountain had been discovered. His father and his uncle and his mother, all torn to pieces in front of him. The demons had taken the youngest child, a baby boy of only a few months, and tore it to shreds in front of Dolph's horrified face. Then, perhaps even more cruelly, the demons left the other ten alive, leaving the children to fend for themselves alone in the wasteland. All of them were dead now except Dolph, for one reason or another. That was why Dolph wasted no expense or effort in his quest to destroy every demon he laid eyes on, to topple them from the top down, if he could ever get his hands on that damned monster Amadeus. It wouldn't bring them back, but if Dolph ever had children of his own, he would at least know that the world was a better place than what he had been brought up in. The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky now, and Dolph was mere miles away from the city, now. He could press on and enter it in darkness, but instead, he chose to set up camp, wanting to be well rested and prepared for whatever waited for him in the city, whether it was the one flying demon, or many of them. Lilith and Neo had reached home, the sun now no longer in view but some light still remained in the skies. Their apartment was just a few short blocks away from a lonely single road out of the city. They took residence in a top apartment that overlooked the street with a balcony. It was nothing fancy, but Lilith preferred the capability to protect Neo and herself easily if need be. The beautiful balcony suited Neo's desires to have some luxury in her life, but the interior of the apartment was mostly run down and torn apart in the wake of the war. But they had taken from other nearby apartments what was salvageable. There was little need for electric or gas-based devices. Where energy was needed either could provide some with a flick of magic, however both Lilith and Neo were Moreno entertained by the comings and goings of the demons that lived in the city. Some would go out and hunt for humans for days at a time, others came to the city as the more central areas had supplies and garbage that some would be able to use. Neo liked to collect the horror movies, she almost saw them as comedies in the way the human society approached what was often looked at as evil malevolent spirits. Lilith on the other hand took more time speaking with those thatwerecoming or going out of the city. From the apartment's vantage point, she could easily call out to any above or below and converse with them. She would often check other apartments in the building, speak to neighbor demons that chose to live further from the center of the city as well. In fact, as Neo prepared some food for the two of them, Ten-Nótt flapped his wings to a slow-down. The medium bird-demon perched himself on their balcony. Lilith turned to Neo, "Look who arrived." Neko turned around and saw Lilith, half turned to her and walking towards the glass doors out to the balcony. Neo smiled and waved to Ten-Nótt. "Go ahead Little', I want to get this food going. I'm pretty hungry. Tell him I said hi though." Lilith turned back for a moment and grabbed some beef jerky they had in a bag in the kitchen and rushed back to meet their friend for the first time in a while. She tossed the bag and Ten caught it with his elongated mouth before tearing through the plastic and ripping out the food. Lilith walked up and rubbed one of his leathery wings, "You've been out north for quite a while now Not, how've you been?" A scratchy voice worked its way out of Not's throat after a swallow. "I'm well, things feel bleak and empty though, the world looks and sounds quiet." Not looked away from Lilith and out above the roof to the skies where he often explored and wandered. "For miles there are no nearby cities. I realize on some other places of this world the cities are closer and must be thriving with our kind..." He raised a talon from the balcony, balancing himself and clenched the free claw. Lilith rubbed his wing once again, bringing Not's attention back to her. "But...?" Nótt set his sharp silvery talon back down and answered. "But it seems we are alone out here."" Asmodeus sure fucked us all over." Neo had been leaning against the doorway, the food finished and two plates in her hands, listening for at least a few moments before she spoke. She walked up to Not with a hard jaw and set the deep plate of foods down in front of him before walking back to Lilith and giving her the second plate with a fork and proceeding back inside. Not leaned down and took bites of his food before Neo returned. He paused in his eating and turned to both of them. "Perhaps not. Amadeus was following the others, he did what he felt was right for many of us. Staying meant death, he did not know where the tunnels would lead us here, just that we had much to plunder and thrive on. We simply are too few after taking this city and being separated from the others. The plains and hills mean death for us without knowing where to go next." Lilith nodded with dribbles of meat and noodles in her mouth, listening intently before speaking. "The food in the city will last us years still. But itwillrun out." She shook her head in hopelessness. "Amadeus is far too prideful to abandon what we've taken here for good...even if we are alone." Neko smiled for a brief moment and nudged Lilith with an elbow as they leaned against a table. "Well at least we'll be a little less alone than before. That's gotta count for something." Lilith's face went stern. Not's head lifted from his bowl." What do you mean Neo?" He asked. Lilith could not look Not in the eye while Neo blushed as she realized what she had just revealed. The two of them greatly trusted Not as he was wise as much as he was dangerous, not to mention he had shown previous fierce loyalty to Neo and Lilith in their first years in this city. But the baby they wanted to have been a very private matter, one that had just been decided not hours earlier. It was hard to explain to Not why they were planning to have a demon child in a city and world that is already losing hope. It was selfish no doubt, but the bond between Neo and Lilith was strong. They would survive outside the city if need be, regardless of the dangers of hunters that often patrolled the outside of their city and others like it, separated from the suburbs and large cities of the world. Nótt's beak opened into what would almost be considered a smile. "You two..." He paused affectionately. "I'm glad you've finally decided to do this. But how will you accomplish this?" Lilith spoke up on that question, setting her deep plate down on the table behind her before looking Not straight in the eye. "The only way we can." Neko slurped on a noodle in a grave silence. Nótt's beak closed, and he stood taller on his talons, closing his wings behind him on his back. "I hope you two know what you're getting into. I may not be able to be there if Amadeus comes knocking at your door. I do have duties and personal matters of my own to tend to." Lilith nodded silently, Neo felt bad as she did not feel the same fear for Amadeus as Lilith did. She had not experienced him first-hand. Nótt nodded and thanked Neo and Lilith for the food. "I must go and see my family," he concluded as the night sky had come. "And then Amadeus wishes to send me and several others southwards, further than we've ever gone before. We're leaving next week. It may be some time before I return."" Any idea how long?" Neo asked. To which Not replied, "Most likely a few months. Amadeus wants to see what city is closest, where other cities or small towns are, what trip will be the least...damaging for us." He perched himself up on the ledge of the balcony that overlooked that empty, now darkened street lit up by a few demon fires in other nearby apartments. Turning back in the moonlight for a moment, Not hesitated but spoke to his two friends." I spotted a human, west, towards where the sun sets. He was alone, but he moves towards the city. He may be crazed or helpless. But I sensed his presence near me with my own eyes. I believe he has tools and could be dangerous." Lilith and Neo straightened up, their expressions in awe that this were true." But he may be your only hope in months of having a child. Be careful." The demon hunter slept fitfully, his body instinctively set to an increased state of alertness that scaled with his proximity to the city. He knew that the closer to a population center, or at least a former population center, meant more danger. Demons, of course, but there were other worries; Wild animals, collapsing infrastructure, even feral people. Men and women who had descended into the earth and emerged a generation later without civility or care, roughly hewn into their most basic instincts. They wore no clothes sometimes, or worse, the skins of humans they'd cannibalized. Dolph had put many feral humans to the sword in his days as a hunter; Unlike his penchant for slain demons, terminating these poor souls offered him no satisfaction. They were a symbol of loss to him, a pity for what could have been. Every hour or so, he fidgeted awake from his sleeping bag and scanned the horizon, a hand protectively clutching his blade, ready to strike. He eventually settled back in, only for the process to repeat itself. Shortly after dawn, Dolph awoke for the final time, grunting as he crawled out from beneath his blankets, agitated but refreshened. He gave a snort, smelling himself; These plains had dried considerably since the last time he had passed through, and it had been a few days since he had filled his canteens and bathed. "I smell like dirt," he whispered hoarsely, sometimes going days between using his own voice, as he was quiet when left to his own devices, only speaking occasionally to remind himself that he owned that capability. Dolf gathered his camp, and spent some time surveying his surroundings, consulting a map he owned, cobbled together from old atlases from more civilized times, as well as hand-drawn sketches and approximations. It was a great pity that so much knowledge from the old times was lost to them; In some places, people worked generators and sustained their own electricity, but there could have been small, guarded villages hardly 50 miles in any direction that had never seen or heard of electric power. Books were luxuries now, literacy a nigh useless skill; If humanity did not preserve its histories through spoken word, so much more would still be lost. Equipping his mask and becoming the feared Prince Stoles, Dolph continued on towards the city, mere hours from reaching the outskirts. Judging by the presence of the demon yesterday evening, he had a feeling that there would be many trophies for him to claim soon, but he also had to be cautious; Demons rarely traveled in groups, but even one was dangerous. Many together would be fatal for even an experienced hunter like him. "Are you sure about this?" Neo asked Lilith. "I could help, I mean what guy turns down a three-way? Not to mention I can be backup just in case he doesn't like you." Lilith was rinsing her hair and applying makeup, something she never did as she saw it was useless and pointless. A new day had dawned and Lilith was insisting on going alone to try and seduce the male." It has to be me he has sex with though. He has to like the way I look." Lilith had walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her hair dry with a towel. She took a few steps across the room to the room they had and explored the closet for her things. Lilith did not have too much clothing in her possession, she kept a few outfits and switched between them. She looked for functionality over style a lot of the time. Neo leaned against the doorway to their bedroom, fully nude. Neo was uncomfortable in clothing in bed, having been a shape-shifter her whole life she was used to being naked as animals or other creatures. Lilith found a black simple wife-beater. She smiled looking at it realizing it was hot out today. The black would absorb quite a bit of heat, but... Lilith took her shirt off and slipped it on. She took a step away from the closet and walked up to Neo, looking for confirmation. "This might look good. I mean if I was a woman on my own coming out of this city I don't think I'd be wearing anything heavier than this, right?" Neko smiled and took a step towards Lilith and pulled Lilith's shirt downwards at the chest to show more of her breasts. "Yeah, that looks good. Take my khaki shorts too, would look like you can handle yourself too, like some serious woman who survives demon encounters." Neo walked towards the closet and grabbed some clothes of her own to throw on: a red shirt that hugged Neo's larger breasts and some gym shorts that swung around her legs instead of tightly gripping her thighs. Neo was giving up on convincing Lilith to let her go. With her things gathered, Lilith gave Neo and hug and a kiss and walked out of the apartment, down the stairs, and headed west. Lilith could not see as well as Not, so finding the human in the hilly land outside the city would be difficult. But as luck would have it, the human had made progress. She could see a figure near one of the last apartments to mark the city limits, idly walking down the street. Checking her shirt once more, Lilith saw her cleavage was set, and he was far enough ahead for her to take a seat on the steps to an apartment entrance and gather her thoughts. She slung her backpack off and set it next to her, pulling out a bottle of water and drinking it. In this heat, water was important for humans. For Lilith, it was just an enjoyable beverage. She poured some onto her hands and splashed it around her neck, face, and chest to look like she was sweating. If she didn't look like she was sweating she would at least have some shine to her skin by the time the man arrived, which was sooner than she was expecting. She stood up and threw the backpack back on once more, walking towards the man. Hands kept underneath the straps of the backpack, she approached him. He looked older, a bit ragged, and noticeably dangerous. He seemed to have a sword at his side, but that is all she could look at before greeting him. "Hey there," Lilith said, walking by and even passing the man before wheeling on her heels. "The city's mostly tapped. How are things out where you came from?" Dolph crossed into the city sometime before noon, the sun beating down hot on this particular day, and it didn't help that the shattered pavement he walked over was practically sizzling beneath his boots. He had packed his heaviest clothes away, baring his strong arms to the sunlight, but it was his back that had to carry the extra burden, as his thick coat was rolled up with his blanket and stored away in his sack. His eyes constantly scanned the horizon when he was in the country, and his job was made even more difficult now, with so many obstacles for potential predators to hide behind, so many streets packed with rotted out cars and debris. The canteen at his hip was nearly empty, but he dare not drain it yet, not until he knew there was more water around the corner, and you never knew in a city. Something caught the demon hunter's eyes as he scanned far ahead of him, his eyesight greatly enhanced by that mask of his. What he saw was... Unexpected, to say the least. A human woman, as pale as porcelain, was less than a mile ahead of him, and she seemed to be glancing in his direction. The Prince Stoles mask was always such a great boon to him; He could see her, and she could see him, but she probably didn't know that he could see her. Dolph watched as she adjusted herself; She was beautiful, without a doubt, and she seemed to make an effort to be more attractive as she adjusted her breasts within her shirt, as if wishing to expose more cleavage. He watched her sit down on a stoop, and take a sip of water before she splashed some of it across her face, neck and shoulders... Dolph didn't see anything inherently wrong with that, as it was dreadfully hot, though in the back of his mind, alarms were blaring. How could she be so beautiful, so pale, considering the world around her? Why did she wear a tank top and short shorts? They were too... Casual for survival, Dolph believed. He knew he should have turned down an alleyway and gone in a different direction from her, but something kept Dolph walking, a curiosity and more, a need for human contact. It had been months since his last human conversation, and longer than that since he had had a good one. Within a hundred paces of her, the woman stood off of her stoop, hiked her backpack up around her shoulders and approached him." Hey there,"she called, falling in line beside Dolph as he continued to trudge along, though his footsteps were considerably slower as he stared her up and down, mesmerized by this woman, a flower in a bed of weeds. But it was so straining on his eyes to continue to look through the mask close up to her... Dolph didn't want to believe she was a threat. No, he convinced himself she wasn't a threat. He pulled the mask from his face, breathing in fresh air as he secured his most important tool to his belt. "Howdy," he rasped, before clearing his throat. "Howdy," he repeated, finding himself sounding a bit more hospitable and understandable. Speaking like a survivor, further enforcing his belief that all seemed alright about her, she told him,"The city's mostly tapped. How are things out where you came from?" He withheld a visible cringe at the mention of the city's lack of supplies, though he knew enough tricks that he could probably scavenge in places that others might have missed. Still, that would take time, and Dolph didn't know how long he had... It was really a no win situation for him. This summer will be long, and hard, he reminded himself, but he had been through skinny, hungry times before, and he would endure and survive like he always had." Come from nowhere in particular," he told her, perhaps sounding defensive, secretive, but it was really the truth; Dolph never stayed in one place too long, so that his trail was long, and hard to follow. "Guess I should have figured, this city's a big one, probably the first place a lot of folks came. You with a group?" He asked curiously, hoping that he wasn't prying too much... A lot of humans traveled together, safety in numbers shielding them from the persistent, demonic threat. She could have been a scout from a bigger unit, friendly or otherwise... A pit grew in his stomach, as he realized she might have been bait to lure him into a trap. Dolph stopped, wrist twitching, desperate to put a hand on his machete grip, but he had no idea if she had snipers watching or not. "You friend or foe?" He asked, remembering his caution, though desperately hoping she would reply to the former. There was a certain charm to her... Dolph wanted for them to not be enemies. Lilith kept pace with Dolph after wheeling around and glanced at his details as they walked together. He seemed older, definitely having lived through a lot of fighting. Scars were around his face, but he seemed very fit. The backpack he carried seemed heavy, but he showed all signs of not failing under its weight. He had endured a lot, and could endure a lot. It wasn't until the mask came off that she noticed it was The Prince Stoles mask. Lilith kept a straight face though, knowing if he reacted to seeing such an ancient thing of her people that this man would likely be tipped off to her not actually being human. For the time being, her looks and attractive pheromones she naturally released would seduce him. But this did not mean she needed to maintain the character of a stranger human that had just met another stranger. People weren't stupid, just weak to their hormones." No. I was a few months back, but groups think that staying in one place forever is a good thing. And when humanity is living on the countryside, wilderness, or in the mountains, staying in one place for monthsreallyisn't a good thing." She eyed him once more and confirmed that regardless of him being a threat Dolph was fit enough to endure a night having sex with Lilith, and maybe then some if the obtained sample of human semen was not enough. She heard him ask if she was a friend or foe." Depends on you. I'm just crossing your path right now and giving some advice. The city's tapped, and I think I spotted some demons around. A big bird-like thing was creeping the sky yesterday, I had to move across indoors all day to cross the city and look for resources." Lilith spun around and walked back towards the city limits before calling out. "Though I wouldn't mind some company for a night, friendorfoe!" She said all the right things, and he desperately wanted to believe that she was friendly... So he did. As she turned back into the direction she started walking in, Dolph quickened his pace to catch up to her, and within a few seconds they were side by side again, the notion of having company for a night very alluring to him. "Just doin' my due diligence," he announced, a soft grin on his face that seemed to be carved out of iron, his black beard peppered with gray in many places, threatening to overtake him and make him seem much older than he really was; Dolph was closer to 30 than 40, but so much time spent fighting for his life, and even more time toiling in the sunlight added a decade to his appearances. Still, he was as strong as an ox, and could walk for days without tiring, if the situation was dire enough. Little did he understand was that Lilith was giving him a similar appraisal, for entirely different reasons." I saw the bird demon yesterday," he grunted, his eyes going to the sky every once in a while, just to make sure that the beast wasn't tracking them. There was some concealment, between all of those crumbling buildings, but it also meant that Dolph could easily miss the circling predator if he wasn't constantly watching. "I'm a hunter," he admitted, hoping he wasn't sounding too boastful. "If we see it again, just leave it to me." He tapped the machete on his hips, but what she couldn't see were the knives sewn into the coat stashed into his pack, as well as the rifle tucked away. As they walked, Dolph couldn't help but spare her some glances, eyes particularly drawn to her long, pale legs, and her large breasts that strained against her top. The demon hunter hardly ever had time for companionship, and hadn't been with a woman in too long of a time. Still, he was a gentleman... He wouldn't take anything that wasn't offered, but those longing looks betrayed his interests. "Sorry," he apologized, glancing away, a grin on his cheeks once more, the unfamiliar expression making the ragged-looking waste lander actually seem somewhat charming. "You're just quite a sight, out here." His attention purposely averted from her, Dolph wondered where they were heading; Did she have a destination in mind? The day was still early, and Dolph wanted to re-fill his canteens. Judging by her own bottle of water, and the liberal way she had been splashing it across her face and neck earlier, there must have been a reservoir somewhere around here. Lilith smiled as she caught Dolph making glances at her. She had to maintain a friendly attitude, something she often avoided and particularly with men. But she knew how to appease a male's attention easily. To be honest, his smile was a little charming were she not a succubus herself. But now that she had him chasing after her, she had to do something to get him to stay with her for a night. They could even go just outside the city if need be, a little cave somewhere or wherever he would like to stay for the night. Neo knew it might take all night for Lilith to work her charms. But then Dolph showed Lilith his blade, and told her, "I’m a hunter..." Lilith's heart went stone-cold as she walked next to him. Now leaving the city felt even more dangerous and Not's warning even more grave. If this was a hunter, he might catch onto some of Lilith's traits of being a demon. Unless he was a weak hunter, which he did not seem to be one, their night together might end abruptly. He could catch her off guard in their moment together, and she would be nearly defenseless. She had some capabilities to defend herself, but a hunter could be extremely experienced in any succubus like her. Lilith had to think on her feet. The idea may go south, but she thought up an idea and stuck to it. Her capability to keep Dolph's gaze depended on her ability to have confidence in herself. So she turned around, walking backwards to act as if she were watching their back. She smiled at Dolph who had gazed upon her breasts again. "You know, it's not too often that I come across another man exploring, all alone. Glad to know I've got some protection, but..." Lilith turned forwards with Dolph again before continuing. "...confident girls like me get a lot of distaste out here from men." Lilith then became up front with Dolph and stopped walking. "That bird was circling one area a lot late evening yesterday and I didn't want to move in the night just in case there were demons here. So I was able to stay in a high apartment last night. For a tapped city you can live here, but it's so scattered it's not worth it for one person for too long. It'd get too tough. But for a night or so for some star-crossed capable strangers... I'd be willing to spend another night here in that place I found. It was safe, not far from here, and," Lilith dropped her more girly voice to reveal what she hoped would sound true to herself and true to this confident woman she had dreamed up for Dolph, "to be honest it's been a long time since I've had a chance to have sex with someone. A good roll in the apocalypse sounds nice to me." Lilith only hoped she was convincing and alluring enough to Dolph, and that if he accepted that Neo would be ready to fight Dolph down at a moment's notice. Killing Dolph was not going to aid them, knocking him unconscious would be difficult but possibly doable. The last option in Lilith's brain was one she planned on resorting to only if absolutely necessary: Begging. She turned and faced him as they walked, bravely backpedaling over broken concrete, meeting his widened gaze and smiling the entire time as he sheepishly looked between her chest an face, her very pretty face... It would be impossible for her to not notice his wandering gaze, but she seemed to welcome it. After a moment of this, she turned back again, walking side by side with the demon hunter; She broke the silence by him that confessing she didn't often see men traveling alone round these parts, that men didn't seem to care for her. "Eh?" He asked quizzically, not sure if he understood, as her confidence, to him, was quite alluring. "That's crazy talk. They're probably just pissed they're not with you," he chuckled, hoping he didn't sound too... Suggestive? Desperate? Standing face to face, she told him about the high-rise apartment she had stayed in last night, to avoid the flying demon; He cracked a grin, nodding in agreement, thinking that it would be a good place to go to avoid the gaze of a flyer, who would probably keep his sights on the ground. But she didn't finish talking there... She continued, suggesting that he share the apartment with her tonight... Her voice sweetening, the woman casually mentioned the possibility of the two of them having sex later that night. Dolph's cock had been stirring in his pants for a while now as he passively admired her beautiful form, but now he was as hard as a rock; Thankfully, the thick, unyielding fabric of his pants made it difficult to make out the tent he created within them. The quiet demon-hunter suddenly found himself trying to say something, anything, but his mind was reeling. Was it that easy? He had practically been telegraphing his physical attraction to her, without noticing any similar cues from her. Maybe he was just dumb and couldn't notice her mutual attraction, but it was obvious she was interested. "I, uhh, I think I would enjoy that," he admitted, an embarrassed smile coming to his face, hoping he didn't sound like a fool. Though he was already wishing it was time for them to withdraw to shelter, so he could tear his clothes off and fuck her senselessly, Dolph had responsibilities. His canteens were too light, and his rations wouldn't hold out long either. "Say, you know any place around here that I can get some clean water?" He tapped on the nearly empty container strapped to his belt a few times with his fingernail. "Food would be good, too. You've been here a day, I imagine you've got a better idea than me about where to go." Not that he would mind her leading the way, either; Her shorts rode so high that she afforded him such a good view of her long legs and thighs. He's low on resources, Lilith thought to herself. It might be easier for Neo and Lilith to get a drop on this man if they get the chance. He would definitely put up a fight. But if he had been sparing his resources for too long traveling out in the outskirts of the city, he might find himself weaker than he could be. The hunter had asked Lilith a question though. She didn't see the harm in scouring for some water and food at the closest drug store. It wasn't close, at least two miles south-east. Luckily not many demons in the city actually stayed around these outskirts. The ones that did mostly keep to themselves, and Lilith felt confident that Not or other of his kind would be in the skies today as they were visiting family today. "There was a place I hid in yesterday to stock up, it was a little scarce, but I think there should be enough for us to both stock up to stay here tonight and leave tomorrow." Lilith looked up the street and the sky once, to appear like she was being cautious, and walked across to the other side of the street. "It's maybe....two miles south-east of here? So we'll need to be a bit more cautious as we get further into the city." Lilith stepped up onto the sidewalk, ready to duck into cover if any demons were to show themselves. "I'm Little', by the way, since we're going to be on an overnight basis I figure I can share my name." Lilith's calculation of Dolph was accurate, though he could have never known her ill intentions; It seemed as if every day for the last month or so, as long as he had been rationing his supplies as he trekked through the rather barren plains, Dolph felt a shade weaker every day. He was running on reserves, now; The idea of a nice, hot meal and a good eight hours of sleep sounded like heaven to him, and the added bonus of being with a woman meant that he was practically dreaming of the night hours to come, wishing that the damned sun would set sooner. But he knew for that dream to become a reality, he had to find supplies first. He was a seasoned scavenger, and he had a good feeling about this city... The presence of that flying demon perhaps meant that more demons were around, which meant that only the bravest, like Dolph himself and Lilith, would dare get close enough to gather supplies. To him, that meant somewhere in this city laid a feast of canned and preserved goods for him. She told him the way, but warned that it could get dangerous; Dolph patted his hip, indicating the blade he always kept at his side. "Yeah. I'm not used to fighting with a partner, so just keep your distance." Oftentimes, when faced with overwhelming odds, Dolph would lose himself to his fear and his adrenaline, practically becoming a wild beast with no calculation. He hoped that if he was forced into such dire circumstances, those borderline feral instincts would not kick in, and if they did, he hoped she would take his caution to heart. When she gave her name, he cracked a weary smile, the expression foreign on his sun-tanned face as he offered a hand to shake her own delicate palm. "Dolph," he announced gruffly, making perhaps the biggest mistake of his life at that moment; Not all demons were capable of such terrible feats, but some could use the names given to mortals against them with the power of their magic. Until that moment, no demon had ever known his name, and he was none the wiser that his most guarded secret was loose. To all of them, he was Prince Stoles, but now... Unaware of his folly, Dolph set his gaze to the south-east, as she had indicated. "You want point? You've been there before," he suggested, ready to lead the way if she declined. Lilith extended her arm and shook Dolph's hand, remembering his name. Now she had a scapegoat, a get out of a jail card in case this hunter learned she was not a human. "Sure," Lilith answered. "Maybe we'll find something nice to enjoy our night there. Essentials tend to get taken first, luxuries are worried about last." The trip to the drug store had been uneventful. But the sight of the drug store did worry Lilith to an extent. Even though it was rarely visited, it looked different from the last time she saw it. The details were small but important in the outskirts of this city. The door was swung open, a window was broken more than before. Lilith decided to lean on the side of caution and slowed her pace. Lilith realized she needed to show Dolph her concerns. She put her hand up, signaling a stop and turned her head. Her eyebrows pressed inwards towards her eyes. "That door wasn't open western-" A loud breaking of glass interrupted her whisper as she crouched down and hid a doorway, one corner across from the drug store. He followed her for a few blocks, matching her pace, though standing several paces behind her. It was easier to follow, to allow someone else to carve a path, but it also afforded him a nice look up and down her body... His heart was aching, as he hadn't been so reminded of his loneliness until such a tempting offer had been placed before him. Now he was longing for the day to end, to find himself inside of her bedroll with her. But his stomach was roaring too, and his lips were getting a bit parched, so the real fun could wait a few hours. When they arrived at the drug store, Dolph eyed the place up and down, and nodded grimly. The place looked like it had been ransacked three times over, with broken glass everywhere, black stains where fires had once burned, and the general look of apocalyptic, urban decay. But he had no frame of reference for how it had looked before; For all he knew, this damage was recent, or this place hadn't been touched since the great reckoning. But Lilith's signal to halt instantly sent a surge of adrenaline through his body, and he put a hand on his hip at his machete, prepared to draw." That door wasn't open western-"she began, before the sound of shattering glass emitted from inside. Dolph fell to a crouching position behind a nearby car that had been somehow flipped upside down, staring over the fender towards the ajar door for a long moment. He counted every quick, hushed breath, heart thumping rapidly, wearing down his last, thin nerves until he spotted movement through the doorway. He began to pull his machete out... But thrust it back into its sheath when he saw the bandit-eyed raccoon shuffle shamefully through the front doors of the pharmacy, undoubtedly the culprit of the noise, seeking an easy meal where only humans or demons should stride. The demon hunter let out a loud sigh of relief, and laughed, a weird, foreign sound that might have sounded like awkward choking coming from him. But there was a grim smile on his ace as he strode past Lilith and towards the front doors, intent on investigating what had gotten the curiosity of the opportunistic rodent. Lilith smiled in relief at Dolph as he relaxed himself. She even forced a chuckle herself when she realized the sound was actually a raccoon breaking open some bags of dried goods. Lilith took a few steps forward with a smile. "The water's this way." she said as she guided him to the back storage room where a large jug of water was kept, normally these were used for offices, but this seemed to be in the storage room just for coworkers to get a quick break." It won't be cold, but there should be enough for you to fill up." And in this world, that's all that counted. Lilith looked around the old convenience store, thinking about the days when this city was stocked full of things to take, not that she saw much of it. It was not until the demons realized supplies were dwindling and that there were no nearby cities that she actually got out and visited sections of the city. Those were hard days for Lilith, she spent a lot of time hiding instead of taking in the pleasures that this world had to offer. She decided to stay in character and spent a few minutes walking the shelves, looking for something in particular that normally wouldn't be grabbed when your world was ending. "I wonder if they happen to have any special lubricants here..." She even picked up a bottle of box of female condoms, maybe thinking it would make Dolph feel safe to give her a good fucking. But she needed his seed, and couldn't take any risks of losing it. Upon putting the box down Lilith nearly jumped as she realized Neo was sneaking into the doorway. "Hello?" She whispered in a mousy voice. She had dirtied herself considerably, and was wearing the same cleavage-showing red shirt from earlier this morning, but had switched to a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. Raccoon, I should have guessed it. Lilith thought to herself before grabbing Neo and shoving her against the wall, holding her arm up Neo's neck. Dolph stepped over the debris littering the aisles of the drug store, though it was encouraging to see that this place was particularly less trashed than it could have been. Demons didn't seem to need sustenance like humans did, or perhaps they just preferred their food fresh, so ironically, the best foraging places were those close to demonic inhabitants. That sudden thought chilled him; Where he and Lilith walking into some kind of trap? His doubts weren't assuaged as they found the break room in the back; There was a water-cooler practically full to the top, and it appeared a vending machine had been pulled against a door to be used as a haphazard barricade. With its front facing towards a wall, it would be easy for many to forget that it had many delicious treats inside, and as Dolph gave it a few strong tugs to yank it away from the wall, he couldn't help but crack a grin, despite his sudden doubts, when he saw lines of over-preserved foods that lasted years inside their packaging. Not everything would be edible, of course, but stale chips were still amazing to him. He went to the water cooler next, and began to fill his canteens up. His traveling companion mused that it might not be cold, and he could only shake his head. "Yeah. As long as it's clean, I don't mind if it's a degree from boiling or not." As every day grew leaner, you had to lower your standards, your tastes, as the picky ones had starved a long time ago. He watched Lilith explore some nearby shelves as he tossed everything he could into his sack, a rising sensation stirring within his pants when he heard her mention 'special lubricants', and watched her lift a box of condoms off of the shelf. He made a groaning noise, as if he was ready to throw her down on the ground now, and put those condoms to use, but he knew there would be time later... Probably. "You're a tease," he muttered, cracking a grin for her sake, so she knew he didn't mind. He looked away for a moment, and then later glanced back towards the doorway, expecting to see her standing there, head cocked suggestively to one side, a 'come hither' glance upon her eyes, a 'take off your pants' pucker of her lips... But she was gone. Outside, he heard a dull thud, as if someone had just leaned heavily against the wall. "Lilith?" He called out, his boots kicking up dust as he sneaked towards the doorway she had been standing by, hand coming down to the machete on his waist. Shamefully, as worried as he was about her safety, he was also worried about losing the opportunity to get his rocks off later that night. His feet crunched glass, debris from the broken window on the break-room door, as he crossed the plane and swung to his left... The anger on Lilith's face spoke for itself. Neo realized she was being stupid, but she couldn't bear the thought of Lilith being killed by a dangerous human, that's why she came down here. Lilith barely had time to speak, she knew Dolph heard the thud. So she whispered two simple words to Neo as she strained and grunted against Lilith's arm. "Hunter. Safe." Hopefully the message was relayed. The human they had tracked was a hunter, and currently Lilith was safe. She replied to Dolph as he swung his way into the room. "I'm fine. Someone just waltzed in here." Neko pushed against Lilith's arm, eking out a breath to speak. "Woah, hey! I'm just looking around. Didn't mean any harm." She managed to push Lilith off Neo completely in the struggle, taking Lilith by surprise. Lilith's frustrations with Neo joining them fueled her attitude towards Neo in reality. It helped solidify her act. "No? Well you have to be a lot more careful than that if you mean no harm. Just walk into a shop like this!"" And YOU should keep your voice down!" Neo said with as hushed a voice as she could while shouting. "Demons could be anywhere." There were many things that had set off Dolph's silent alarms thus far, and he had failed to recognize every one of them. As he crossed the plane, and saw Lilith with her forearm shoved against another woman's throat, and heard the familiar way they bickered with each other, another alarm sounded, but he was oblivious once again, somewhat stricken by how attractive this other newcomer was... Though he wasn't thick enough to be entirely without suspicion." Did you follow us in here?" He asked in a hush, matching her tone though sounding like an interrogator, tilting his head as he soon towered over her, staring down at the other woman who had just shoved Lilith off of her. She seemed unarmed, which was... Odd, but he was more concerned about her arrival here. How many humans could have been in this place? Those three might have been the only ones within a hundred-mile radius of each other, and yet she had stumbled upon them all the same... Acting instinctively, he shoved Lilith away to keep her away from the woman he could now only assume was a demon. Thick fingers soon wrapped around her throat, and he pushed her up against the wall, just like Lilith had done a moment before. "What are you? Shape-shifter? Face stealer? Memory mimicker?" He had encountered the latter brand of demon before... They could insidiously seep into your most precious thoughts and memories, and steal the face, the voice, of your most beloved. But he didn't recognize this face, so he instantly shook his head in disagreement. In a flash of steel, Dolph had taken a blade from his belt, and had it up against her belly, threatening to spill her guts out. "Human, or demon?" He growled, bracing himself just in case she was the latter and dangerous, or if she had backup just around the corner... Lilith became tense, worried Moreno as Dolph pushed Lilith aside and began to threaten Neo. But she saw an opportunity with Neo's presence in the fact that Neo could now stay with them. For a hunter as brash as this, Lilith couldn't rely on him accepting the truth that Neo is a human, especially if Neo failed to sell this. And if she admitted to being a demon, Neo's would see a lot of pain very quickly. Worse yet would be Neo's fate if Dolph's blade was specially made for killing the supernatural. She walked up behind Dolph, pulling on his shoulder with strength while carefully giving herself some distance so that Dolph wouldn't attack her out of pure rage. "Wait," Lilith said quietly, fiercely meeting Dolph's eyes while Neo fell to the ground and gasped. "If Sheila demon, killing her is only going to bring us unwanted attention. We both saw demons yesterday, we know making any dangerous moves here isn't safe." Lilith stopped to pace the room for a moment before walking up close to Dolph and looking up into his eyes, letting the cool, wetness of her eyes show. "The sun is going down in less than three hours. If we want to spend a safe night in this city together, I think our best bet is to take her with us, quietly, and then we can hear her out from the place I stayed last night, safely." Neko, who had stood up and gained back her breath, held herself up against the table and chimed in. "And if you decide to believe that I’m actually human, I'd be happy to join you two." She said with a smirk. The setup was perfect, Neo's snarky attitude after being threatened and hearing Lilith's conversation with Neo would be the best way for her to defuse the situation. He was ready to do it, his blade centimeters from her gut, when a strong hand jerked him back. Not far, but it caused Dolph to loosen his grip on her, and she squirmed to the ground, coughing and gasping. Before he could react, either angrily at Lilith or in any other manner, she turned him to face her, and plead with him. Her words didn't make sense at first, as she implied it wouldn't be safe for him to kill her, a potential demon... But she dangled the suggestion that if he killed this suspicious woman, it might threaten their ability to be safe tonight. Together, she had implied, insinuating that their planned 'good times' might not happen if he did what he had to do, what he wanted to do. But she was convincing enough, especially as he read the sincere concern in her expression, and he let out a loud sigh, sliding the long dagger home on his hip. When the other jumped up, sounding more chipper than she should have been, suggesting she'd be glad to be with them, Dolph took her by the collar of her shirt, nearly lifting her off of her feet as he pulled her close. "Listen to me," he demanded with a snarl. "If you do one thing that makes me doubt you, she's not going to save you again. Watch it," he threatened, roughly pushing her back, adrenaline fading and weariness beginning to take over once again. He glanced back at Lilith, hoping she understood that he was just doing his best to keep them safe. "I think we've got all we can get from this place. Let's give that break room one more once-over, then we can find that safe place you had mentioned." Any shared glances between Lilith and the newcomer were unnoticed; Either they worked too well with one another, or he didn't want to believe that Lilith could be in league with the sneaky stranger. It didn't bode well for him if she was, whether they were human or demon... There were plenty of humans who would cut his throat just to get their hands on his supplies and weapons. The seed of doubt planted, Dolph went back to the break room to make sure he didn't miss anything, but he barely gave his surroundings a glance, instead perking his ears up, wondering if he might hear some conversation between them with his back turned. Clearly though, Dolph was not easily calmed, not even from Neo's charming personality. As Dolph walked towards the back room once more, Neo beamed a smile towards Lilith who didn't share the same expression. In fact Lilith's expression was far from anything Neo displayed as Lilith was furious that Neo would dare try to get involved in this very rare chance at starting a family together. At the same exact time this very rare chance was a very dangerous one, something Neo highly underestimated. If Lilith didn't love Neo so much she wouldn't put up with this brash behavior. Storming into the back room where Dolph was, Lilith took a deep breath to regain her composure. She did need to keep the charm going for sure. It was good that Lilith was here now, especially considering the fact that Lilith was trying to seduce a demon hunter. But Lilith still had every intention of handling this situation without resorting to a fight. "Okay, nothing else out there looks worth taking. We've got our canteens filled up, Blondie's traveling extra light..." Lilith tip-toed to see the top shelf next to the water cooler and found a box of chocolate candies. "I'm sure these are melted, but they might be nice to eat.... Lilith turned around to look out, Neo was already keeping watch out the window like a smart helper. Lilith was still internally upset with her though, and she needed a way to perk up her own attitude and keep the seduction going. "You know..." Lilith said to catch Dolph's attention as she slung her backpack off and slid the candy inside it, looking down into the backpack to let her shorter black hair hide her face but leave her breasts visible to Dolph. "The place I stayed last night had another bedroom that she might be able to stay in. Andsince she's not carrying much and has caused us so much trouble...if you ask me she can pull her own weight by literally carrying...her own weight." Lilith tilted her head towards the now half-full water cooler jug.

Demonic Invitation (TravailScribe+ Doomsday)|rating:3.0

Dealing With Destiny (Anesa & Yugi)

(ad simply read:Roommate wanted. $500.00 per month, all utilities included except phone. Seeking a non-smoker who is quiet and responsible. Safe, clean house in quiet area. Destiny snuffed out her cigarette with the toe of her sneaker and turned around to rummage through her duffle bag in search for a pen. She started to write the phone number down on the back of her hand and, but instead, opted to tear the ad out, fold it up neatly and slip it in her back pocket. Living with her aunt the past three months had been a real downer, having to live by her rules, not permitted to have any friends over and constantly being under interrogation as to her whereabouts at all hours of the day. She had moved out of her parents’ home at 17 because she didn’t like being told what to do, so why would she stay for more of the same at Aunt Sarah’s? She wanted her own place, her own schedule, her own life. She had enough money saved back to cover the first month’s rent, but she would need to find herself a job and find it quick if she intended to stay longer. Noticing the small café across the street, Destiny picked up her bag and headed on over, sliding into an empty booth at the back of the diner. She had been on a bus for twelve hours straight and it left her tired and hungry. The unfriendly waitress took her order and as she waited for her food to be brought out, she reached for her cell phone along with the ad and began to dial the number.(Phone conversation)“Hello? Yeah, hi. I’m calling about your ad for a roommate?” She grinned and rolled her eyes, not really taking to heart what he had to say. He reiterated strongly about needing someone who was responsible, not a wild parties. “Yeah, yeah, right. I get that. I think we could kick it fine together. Furthermore, I mean, I just need a place to crash at night. Furthermore, I’ll be at work during the day, hanging out with friends in the evenings.” She blew a bubble with the wad of gum she chewed as he proceeded to tell her about the house. “Yeah, sure. It all sounds great! So, when can I come by and check it out?” She scribbled down the address and looked around, wondering what the holdup was on the hamburger and fries. That’s when she heard the loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a slew of curse words. Her waitress came from the kitchen with her purse and jacket in hand, turning to the big guy standing in the doorway and shooting him her middle finger. “You can’t fire me! I fucking quit!” and she was out the door. The man just stood there shaking his head, watching the woman squeal tires as she sped off. Destiny smiled. She approached the man.“Seems you might be looking to hire a new waitress.” She looked at him as she arched a brow. “I just happen to be looking for a new job. Destiny perhaps?” She left the diner with a full tummy and a couple of t-shirts that read “Jim Dandy’s Diner”. She was to start the next day as their new waitress. She took a cab to the address that the gentleman gave on the phone, and as they pulled up in the drive, she noticed how badly the house was in disrepair. The paint was peeling on all sides, the shudders were broken, a few hanging only by one hinge. She paid the driver and walked up to the door, knocking rather impatiently. When the man opened the door, Destiny's mouth dropped open. Oh, he was a sexy, sexy man!“Well hello there.” She greeted him, her eyes giving him a once over before she looked back up into possibly the sexiest pair of eyes she had ever seen. "I'm your new roommate. Destiny." (stared at the copy of the ad as he sat down at the dining room table, and he wondered if anyone would actually respond to his ad. All he put in the ad was the usual things. The rent was going to be five hundred dollars a month will all utilities but phone included. He also wanted someone who was a non-smoker and quiet and responsible. He was a student in college studying to be a chef so he needs the house to be quiet so he could study when he needed to. Furthermore, he wasn't much of a parties either so he stayed home most of the time when he wasn't in school or working. Furthermore, he wanted someone that would be like that, but honestly he would accept almost anyone at this point as he couldn't continue to pay for it on his own as well as try to fix up the place. The only thing he didn't put in the ad was how badly the house was in need of repairs. It was mainly just cosmetic repairs such as a new paint job and new shudders. He wondered if it would turn people away when they came to check it out. It was in a safe neighborhood and the house inside was pretty clean though. After a few hours he finally received a call from a woman calling about his ad for a roommate. The way she spoke sounded like she was really in a hurry, and she didn't even say her name. He didn't even know what to think of her. If she was interested it was great news for him. As long as she helped out with the rent things might be okay. He gave her all the details and what he wanted from her. He told her that she could come by and check it out later today if she had the time and gave her his address. Who knows how long it would take her to get here so he tidied up around the house even though it was pretty much clean already. Suddenly he heard some knocking on the door. It was like someone was trying to get in or something with how quick and constant the person was knocking on the door. He opened the door to a beautiful woman standing right in from of him." Hello Destiny. So you must be the one I spoke to on the phone earlier." He heard her say new roommate and looked at her with a curious look. "Don't you want to look inside first? I'm excited to have a new roommate since I really need it and can't afford to live by myself, but you should at least take a look inside before deciding." “Oh, yeah sure, okay”, she agreed, hoisting her duffle bag back up over her shoulder. As far as Destiny was concerned, she was already sold on the idea of living there, no longer needing to see what the rest of the house looked like. This was the perfect place for her. She would live in a tree if it meant sharing a branch with the sexy man standing there in front of her. Destiny stepped through the doorway, grinning up at the handsome devil as she darted past him. Dropping her bag on the floor, she gave the large living room a quick look over, noticing the sparse furnishings; a couch, a coffee table, two end tables and an entertainment center with a huge flat screen television. It could definitely use a woman’s touch, but that would be easily remedied once she moved in.“It’s great! I’ll take it!” She plopped down on the couch, giving the cushions a little bounce with her reared before settling back, placing both arms up over the back.“So, you already know my name and if we’re going to be rookies, I should probably know yours.” She smiled and added teasingly, “Unless, you don’t mind me calling Yoko?” From the sound of her voice it seemed like she had already decided upon staying here. As to her reason behind if it was better not to ask as it would be fine as long as she paid her rent on time and kept the house clean and in working order. Who knows what she was thinking at the moment Destiny grinned at him, but Mario just smiled back. As she stepped in he just stood there watching as she looks around the living room. He then proceeded to show her the other rooms of the house as well as the kitchen." That is great. First I'll need the deposit as well as the first months rent before I show you to your room." It seemed like she was already getting settled before things were even finalized. "Oh I apologize. It was rude of me not to tell you my name. I'm Mario. It's nice to meet you Destiny. It's quite a lovely name." Hearing her mention KO he said to her. "What does that stand for?" he said to her with a wink. Staying close on his heels, Destiny followed her new roommate around as he proceeded to give her a quick tour of the new digs. She found the house to be exceptionally tidy for a guy living alone, and although she appreciated someone who liked to keep things clean and orderly, she could be quite the slob when it came to housekeeping. It would be something she would have to work on if she wanted to keep her new housemate happy. Stopping in the kitchen, he explained the conditions and terms to secure her a room: First month’s rent and deposit. Destiny frowned and began to wound a long strand of blonde hair between her fingers, something she always did when she felt worried or stressed. She knew she was going to be short on the required to be rent and deposits, but she would somehow convince him to let her stay and pay the difference once she started working. She quickly replaced the frown with a smile, her lips curving up even more so when he shared his name with her. Mario.“Nice,” She nodded and grinned. “Super Mario.” She gave him a playful wink and added. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you, ‘Where’s Luigi?’”. She rummaged around in her bag for her wallet. She was about three hundred dollars short, but she pulled out what cash she had and handed it to him, keeping back two twenties to get her through until she got her first pay check.“I can get you the rest of it in a few weeks, I promise!”, she explained, taking his hand and placing the wad of cash in his palm. Furthermore, she closed his fingers over it and softly caressed them. Moving a bit closer, she added, “Orrery… maybe we could work out some other arrangement for the deposit?” She placed a finger on his chest and slowly traced a nail down the front of his shirt.“Sort of,'roommates with benefits'?” She laughed softly and further explained. "Oh, KO? KnockOut! 'Cause, that's what you are. A knockout!" Destiny followed closely like a lost child or someone in love. She seemed like she wanted to stay here no matter what it took. Seemed like nothing would change her mind. If she was willing to keep things clean and help out around the house as well as pay the rent on time then things would be great. Number one priority was paying the rent on time since he was barely able to keep up with paying the rent on his own. Now he could save money for other things. Mario sighed a little seeing her frown. He was hoping that she would be the one but that may not be so looking at the face she made. He could tell what the problem was. Furthermore, he waited for her to speak before he jumped to any conclusions though. The smile though was unexpected. He shook his head as she made that joke but laughed a little at it. "I don't think now is the time to be making jokes like that given the situation." He watched as she looked through her bag for something wondering what she was going to pull out. As she pulled out the cash from her wallet he eyed her suspiciously wondering if this was all the cash she really had." This isn't a lot of money. You are holding any back are you?" he asked her with a serious voice. "I don't know if I can wait a few weeks as things are kind of tight this month. I'd be more inclined to accept with a little more cash." As she placed the wad of cash in his hand he watched as she closed his fingers over the cash and caressed them. "Another arrangement?" he asked curiously. His eyes moved to her finger on his chest watch curiously just letting her be for now." I'd rather save that for when we know each other better. This will only work if I had more to work with" he said hoping she would have a bit more somewhere. He would have liked it if she paid the rent and deposit in full, but any bit helps with the way things were." Well, thank you. I've never been called that before." Destiny sighed. Her proposition wasn’t going over as well as she hoped. Mario seemed to be as hard-pressed for money as she was. Not only was he not gun ho of accepting a partial payment on the deposit and first month’s rent, he wasn’t too keen on “friendlier” sort of arrangement. But she wasn’t giving up on him yet. Destiny had another trick up her sleeve. With the saddest face she could muster, she looked at him with tears welling up in her eyes. Destiny was good at faking almost any emotion the circumstances called for. When she was younger, she would guilt-trip her parents into letting her have her way by crying, lying and even blackmailing them. She turned around and walked a few slow steps away from Mario, her voice cracking. “I’m sorry Mario, but…” she glanced over her shoulder where Mario stood behind, making sure he was still within earshot of hearing her sob story, “that’s all the money I have. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. I was hoping we could work something out, ya know? Furthermore, I don’t want to sleep another long night on a cement park bench.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from grinning, wanting to make her plight seem convincing. Mario heard the sigh and wondered what she was going to do next. He was desperate and needed the money right away which was why he would do this for Destiny but only if she had a little more money to give him otherwise he just couldn't do it. She then started to tear up with the sad face she had. He wasn't buying it though. He just looked at her waiting for her to finish. As she walked a few steps away from him, he followed her. He listened quietly as she spoke about her story. "Well I think you are holding out on me. If you had a little bit more money for me, I'd be happy to have you provided you can pay the rest when you said you would. If you really were sleeping on a park bench how could you afford those nice clothes you are wearing? If you can't give me even a little more then there is nothing I can do. I have other prospects that called me after you did but since you were the first one to come here I'd give you first dibs on it. I really do want this to work out since you are gorgeous, and it can get lonely here sometimes but I'm strapped for cash. You'll have to find something else if you can't give me just a little more to work with." The Oscar-worthy performance she delivered was totally wasted on Mario. He was all about the money and little else, or so it seemed. Destiny was livid that he didn’t believe her story and practically called her a liar. The fact that shoots lying was irreverent. She found his inability to empathize with her irritating. Where’s the love? The compassion for your fellow man when he’s down on his luck?, she thought. Rolling her eyes, she turned and folded her arms across her chest and tapped one foot impatiently.“Are you serious?” She grabbed up her bag and tore into it, searching for her wallet. Taking out the two twenties she had put back, she waved them angrily in front of her, this time shouting at the man, furious that he would call her bluff and expect her to give him her last dime. “Yes! I kept back forty dollars so that I could pay for cab fare back and forth from my job and to have some money to eat on before I got my first fucking check!” she screamed. She threw both hands up in the air and addressed him again, this time her voice much calmer. “You know what? Just forget it.” She grabbed her money out of his hand and turned to leave, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She fought back real tears this time as she reached for the door, stopping to turn around and correct him on something he had said.“And for your information, the clothes I have on are hand-me-downs from my cousin. I haven’t worn anything store bought in a long time.” She waved him off with one hand. “Good luck in finding a roommate, KO”. With long, angry strides she briskly walked to the end of his driveway, stopping to look in both directions of an unfamiliar street, not sure which way she should go. She pulled her cell phone from a back pocket to see if she might call a taxi to come and take her back to the diner, but she realized her phone battery had died.“Shit!” He could tell that she was angry when he finished telling her that. This was about being able to live like he had been living without having to worry about making rent payments. Pretty soon Mario wasn't going to be able to stay here any longer if this kept up. He just watched waiting for her next move. There was no need for Destiny to be this angry. He explained his situation to her hoping she would understand which is why he needed the roommate in the first place. He saw the two twenties that was waved angrily in front of his face. Furthermore, he was going to respond to what she said, but she quickly grabbed the money she had just handed him and headed out the door." Who knows if what she was actually saying was true or not. She had lied about the money so she could be lying about that too, but it didn't matter because she was gone. He found it odd that she still called him KO though. He was hoping this would work out, but he had other prospects coming later to check the place out, so hopefully one of those would work out. Running out of options, Destiny stood there staring down at her cell phone as if just wishing the battery to charge on its own would cause it to happen. “Fuck!” She looked back to see if Mario might have been watching her from the door or perhaps from one of the windows with a tattered shutter, but no. He had probably already crossed her off the list of potential roommates after the way she yelled at him and stormed out. As tough as Destiny liked to think she was, she was actually scared at the prospect of being homeless and forced to hang out in the streets late at night with drug addicts and hookers. She had enough money to pay for a night or two in a hotel, but that would take all the money she had in a very short length of time. She knew what she had to do. Apologize. She tucked her cell phone back in her pocket and walked slowly back up Mario’s drive, figuring out in her head what she would say to him to get him to reconsider. She reached his door and gave it a few soft raps of her knuckles. Just as Mario was about to head to his room to make a phone call he heard a few knocks on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone else till tomorrow. Perhaps Destiny changed her mind after all. He headed for the door and opened it to see who it was. Seeing Destiny on the other side he had hoped that she had changed her mind. Mario let her in, but before she could say anything Mario spoke. "You shouldn't have left so soon before. I have a few things to tell you if you would listen to them. First off you shouldn't be worried about money even if you don't have any for a bit. I know that means you won't be able to buy anything for yourself but if you really need a place to stay for a while then all money should be going to the rent. You said you were using the extra money for food and to pay for cab fees and such, but I have some good news for you on that front. You don't have to worry about food since I can make food for you since I'm learning to be chef. Second with getting to and from work cab fees can be expensive, so I can drive you to and from work. Although that means you may have to stay at work for a while after your shift ends as I do have school and a job too. All I ask is that you get the money to pay off the difference for this month as well as safe the money you get to start making payments on time which means you won't have any money to spend for a while. Also, I expect you to clean up around here like doing the dishes and making sure the bathroom is clean and stuff like that. So if you agree to those terms then we have a deal." That was a lot of stuff so after he was finished speaking he waited for her response. Much to her relief, the door quietly opened and Mario stepped aside, waiting patiently for her to come back in. She hesitated only for a moment as they stood looking at one another with no words being spoken. There was just an exchange of glances that seem to tell the other, "It's okay. I get you." She lowered her head and walked on in past him, ready to beg and plead for his forgiveness. Before she could get one word out, however, he began to share with her his solution for both of their problems. She smiled when he told her he could help her out with a ride to and from her work, as well as feed her until she got paid. She continued to listen, not daring to interrupt him until he was finished.“I agree.” She suddenly chimed in, nodding and grinning ecstatically. “ …to all of it.” Destiny reached out her arms and gave Mario a big hug, her hands clasping behind his back. She whispered to him, “I’ll even do the windows!” The fact that Destiny listened to every word that Mario said told him that she had changed her mind. He smiled when she said that she agreed with all that he said. "Of course that means that you will be stuck here a lot of the time. Until you start making the monthly payments on time as well as the difference for this month you won't be going anywhere except for work and whenever I decide to go somewhere, and you wish to tag along." He was surprised when she reached out to hug him. "Well then I'm happy to have you here" he whispered back and gave her a kiss to the cheek smiling at her while pressing his body closer to hers. He then released himself from her grasp. "First off I'll need the money you took back. Then if you have any personal belongings you need to get we can do that. After that I'll show you to your room." Destiny felt the tension dissolve between the two of them the instant they embraced. She gave him a small smile after he kissed her cheek, enjoying the tender gesture from her new roommate. Without hesitation or argument, she fished out the money she had angrily stuffed back into her bag just moments earlier.“There ya go. That’s all of it.” She let her duffle drop near his feet and walked over to sit on the couch. “And you’re welcome to look in the bag to check and see if I’m holding anything back.” She grinned, hoping he knew she was only teasing for the most part, but that, too, she wanted him to rest assured she was on the level with him this time. Destiny managed to surprise herself with her new attitude, willing to cooperate and abide by all of Mario's rules.“As for my belongings”, she glanced down, nodding to the bag still lying at his feet, “you’re looking at them. It’s all I have.” She noticed the stack of video games lying on the entertainment center and jumped up to take a look at what he was into. Destiny tended to have a short attention span, too easily distracted with whatever was set in front of her. She rifled through the stack of games, chattering to herself mostly. “Oh cool! Elder Scrolls, Kingdom Hearts….FINAL FANTASY!” She looked over her shoulder, unable to hide her excitement.“Hey, wanna play?” She continued to flip through his games, letting out a little impish laugh. “Wow, I used to fake being sick just so I could stay home from school and play some of these over and over again!” Mario was so happy that he didn't have to bear the burden of paying for rent all on his own anymore. He still didn't know if everything would work out or not, but he was happy not to be alone anymore. He continued to embrace her not wanting the moment to end. Furthermore, he smiled at her as she gave him back the money she took back. He counted the money as she went over to sit on the couch. "So that means you don't mind if I see any intimates like panties or things like that in your duffel bag" he said laughing a little as he walked towards her with the money still in his hand. He took her hand and placed a twenty in her hand and closed her hand. "Now keep that before I change my mind. I'll collect the rest from you later." Mario was surprised when Destiny said that the duffel bag was all she had. "That's all you have? I thought you would have a lot more." Suddenly her attention moved elsewhere as she looked at the video game console and games he had. He followed her just watching over her. "It's just something I play from time to time to relieve my stress and take a break from everything."" Well they are only single player games so you can play, and I'll just watch, but perhaps I can get stuff that we can play together since you'll be living here now? Of course before that let me show you to your room so you can unpack whatever you have." He led her to her room picking up her duffel bag carrying for her. His room was right across from his. "It's just something I play from time to time to relieve my stress and take a break from everything. They are only single player games so you can play, and I'll just watch, but perhaps I can get stuff that we can play together since you'll be living here now? Of course before that let me show you to your room so you can unpack whatever you have.” Playing video games was indeed one of Destiny’s favorite ways to waste time. That and partying. Even though Mario didn’t mention no parties in the house, she felt certain he would not go for it. He seemed to be more of the quiet, introverted type, despite looking totally hot. She got the distinct impression that he was solely focused on his studies and job, leaving little time for anything fun. She imagined him to be the type of person who would rather stay at home, sit on the couch, watch movies with his girlfriend as opposed to being out on the town, hitting all the popular spots, dancing and drinking the night away in some smoke filled club. Furthermore, she wondered if he even had a girlfriend, and tried to imagine what she looked like. Furthermore, she was probably beautiful, just like him. She thanked Mario as he carried her bag and led her down the hallway to where the bedrooms were situated. He stopped at a partially closed door, gently nudging it open with his shoulder. It hadn’t escaped her that the bedroom directly across the hall was occupied, it’s door standing wide open, the contents in plain view. His bedroom, obviously. How convenient, she thought, with a sly grin coming across her face. Mario stepped aside and let her walk in first. She stopped about midway in the room, finding it void of any furniture, the walls completely bare. There were two windows, mini blinds hung above each giving her the privacy she would need. She walked over and opened the closet door, the space more than ample for the little clothing she possessed. Posing with one hand on her hip while the index finger of the other tapped lightly against her chin, she looked to be in deep contemplation as she stood there looking about her new abode. The room definitely needed some cool pictures and posters on the walls. Perhaps a fresh coat of paint was in order, too. Destiny turned and reached for her duffle bag, dragging it across the room and positioning it beneath the far window. Plopping down beside it, she lay down on the floor, using her bag as a pillow. She reached back and tried to "fluff" it in an exaggerating, humorous fashion. Tucking her hands behind her head, she sighed softly before looking over to give Mario a genuine smile, happy and appreciative of what the room had to offer.“Yep. I think this will do nicely.” Mario smiled at Destiny as he walked her down to her room. He stood at the doorway for a bit watching her as she looked around the room. It wasn't much, but he hoped that she would like it. She should no signs of emotion as she looked at the surrounding room with the blinds and checking out the closet. As she seemed lost in thought he walked up behind her and pressed his body against hers. "So how do you like the room. I know it isn't much but feel free to decorate as you see fit. Just make sure your room is kept clean." He watched as she picked up the duffel bag and used it as a pillow as she laid on the floor. She was acting like it was her bed. He stared into her eyes as she looked up at him. ""Well have to get a bed for you this weekend."" I'm glad you like it. Once you unpack your things I'll make you something to eat. You must be hungry. Then we can retire to the living room for a bit for some video games for a while." His place was nice. She knew it would take some time to make the room look more inviting, and finding a bed would be a top priority. In the meantime, she would use her charm and charisma to persuade Mario to let her bunk with him. The way he had pressed his body up close to hers gave her the impression that he might be willing to share more than just the rent. She was definitely on board for that. Roommates with benefits. Looking down at her with those incredibly sexy eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips, Destiny battled the urge to jump up and throw herself at him right then and there, her nympho ways suddenly shifting to full throttle. She had to hold herself in check as she felt the flash of desire flitter deep down inside her belly, the physical attraction so strong that it startled her.God, he was sexy! Up until that point, Mario had been so serious, all “business-like” while he showed her the house, explaining his rules and what he would expect from her. But watching him now as he stood there gazing warmly back at her, catching the way the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, showed her a whole new side of him that she instantly fell inlustwith. Moving to her feet, she dusted her backside with both hands and nodded in agreement, smiling happily.“Yeah, I guess I am a little hungry. And a little tired.” She glanced down at the duffle bag stuffed with clothes and nudged it softly with the toe of her sneaker. “I’ll unpack those after we eat. The video games might have to wait, though. I'm thinking I should probably get to bed early so that I’ll be rested and ready to start my new job tomorrow.” She took a step closer to Mario, her grin turning a bit mischievous.“Are you going to be my pillow for the night, rookie?” It was a long moment of silence before either one of them said anything. It was like she was just staring at him for the longest time." Well then after we eat you can unpack everything then get some rest." His eyes looked down where she was glancing and said, "I'll take that to your room." He picked up the bag and brought it to her room. After returning he went to the fridge and started pulling things out. Today's meal was going to be chicken and rice with vegetables. It was simple and easy to make." God luck with your new job tomorrow" he said to her as he got started on dinner. "How about you help me out with this so we can get done faster?""Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Since you don't have a bed, yet the couch in the living room will get you by till then." Destiny could only grin as Mario quickly settled her lack-of-a-bed dilemma. The couch certainly wasn’t her first choice, but it was far better than sleeping on the hard floor, or worse, a dirty park bench. She reached for the vittles as he retrieved them from the refrigerator, placing them all on the counter.“Sure, I'd be glad to help.” She looked at the various things he was handing her, chicken breasts, a bag of frozen veggies and grated Parmesan cheese. Furthermore, she lifted a brow and inquired of him.“Soon, what are we making, KO?” Not that she was a picky eater or made it a habit of turning down a free meal, she was truly hoping he might show her a few tricks of the trade. He had said he was studying to be a chef, but he hadn't mentioned whatkindof chef. Was he learning how to be an Executive Chef? Sous Chef? Or, perhaps a short-order cook chef? She could imagine him owning his own little restaurant business, the breakfast and lunch crowd consisting largely of single ladies who came in to not only dine on his fine cuisine, but to feast their eyes on the sexy cook." Whatever it is, looks healthy!" Mario smiled at her as she agreed to help. She had taken the things he was grabbing out of the fridge and placed them on the counter." Would you please stop calling me that?" he said teasing Destiny and softly elbowing her. So do you have any experience in the kitchen? If not I can show you a few things."" It's a little healthy what with the veggies and all. As you can see with everything we have here including the tomatoes, chicken, and cheese tonight's meal will be chicken Parmesan."" First why don't we have you cook the rice. It's pretty simple. All you have to do is wash the rice then place it in the rice cooker. I'll be prepping the chicken." He went to work on the chicken getting it ready to cook. “Oh come on. You don’t like my new nickname for you?” She laughed, teasing him a bit. “Besides, you know it’s true. You’re a total babe.” Destiny wasn’t trying to flatter Mario. He was a sexy guy, and she didn’t see any harm in letting him know what she thought. She was usually direct in her conversation, but not harsh. Beneath the tough girl exterior she had created for herself, she was more sweet (and vulnerable) than she would ever admit to.“So do you have any experience in the kitchen? If not I can show you a few things." She shrugged, watching him as he began to work on the chicken.“Not a lot, no. I baked cookies with my grandma when I was a kid, but”, she lowered her eyes, the brief remembrance of home and her family bringing a look of sadness in her face, “…that was a long time ago.” She forced a smile for him. “Now I just buy the stick of frozen cookie dough, and sometimes I won't even bother baking it. I just eat the raw dough.” She grinned, seeing the disgusted look on Mario’s face. Opening the bag of rice, she began to rinse it in the colander he had set out.“Why do you need to wash the rice? It looks pretty clean to me.” Destiny had a long way to go when it came to cooking, but she was having fun with Mario as her mentor. "Well considering it isn't true. I guess that is your opinion" he said winking at her. He still didn't care for the nickname though." Baking cookies is something at least. Making the actual cookies taste better than just eating the cookie dough." With only that as her experience he felt he would need to teach and show her few things before actually letting her do any actual cooking or work with a knife. He watched as she began to wash the rice. "Isn't it obvious?" he said to her when she asked the question. "You never no what may be in the rice no matter how clean it looks." He continued to work with the chicken until it was proportioned evenly. Once she was finished with the rice he was going to show her how to prepare the vegetables. "Once you are done with the rice I'm going to show you how to prepare the vegetables." Destiny was in awe of Mario as she stood watching him maneuver his way around the kitchen. The man was very much in his element, happy to explain some of his techniques and knowhow when it came to cooking up a meal. He shared a few tricks of the trade that he had picked up while working at his current job. As they sat down to eat, they exchanged some idle chatter between each bite. Graciously she offered to help him clean up afterward, putting away all the leftovers and washing up the dirty dishes. With the kitchen finally all spic and span, she realized just how tired she truly was, letting lose a big yawn.“Oh wow! It’s been a really long day. I can barely hold my eyes open. I think I’m ready to hit the sack!” And unfortunately, she would be literally“hitting the sack” (her duffle bag), sleeping on the floor and dreaming of a bed she hoped to somehow acquire, preferably sooner than later. Grabbing a quick shower, she slipped into an over-sized Superman sleep shirt and a pair of clean socks. As she started back to her room, she stopped short to find Mario settling down on the couch in the living room, about to play a video game. If she hadn’t been so wiped out, she would have leaped over the back of the sofa to join him, but she knew she needed to get some sleep and be refreshed and ready to go to work that next morning.“Good night, Mario”, she called over to him. “See you in the morning.” She was sound asleep in just a few short minutes, her little snores filling the room. Mario was happy to show Destiny the trick of the trade with cooking. He had a passion for it and was totally in his element. After everything was finished he set it all up on the table. As they ate they chatted about different things. He was happy that she offered to help out with the dishes afterward. She didn't seem like the type that would offer like that. While she did the dishes he relaxed on the couch watching some TV." Well then you should get some sleep. I'm sorry that I don't have a bed for you. Perhaps this weekend we could go shopping for one?" As she took a quick shower he stayed on the couch. He was going to stay up for a bit longer. He started up a video game. He was going to AKE up the couch for her, but she seemed settled in her room. "Good night" he called back to her. After about an hour of gaming he decided to call it a night and went to bed. As he walked past her he could hear some snoring coming from her room. When he got to his bed he fell asleep within ten minutes. Destiny had been asleep for a few hours, her body curled over to one side, lying in a fetal position as she caught up on some much-needed rest. But somewhere in the midst of the dark realm of sleep, a nightmare began to slowly creep its way into her state of semi-consciousness, invading her peaceful slumber. Her body tensed and twitched as she began to mumble incoherently. Harrowing images of her alcoholic mother flashed through her head, bringing a low guttural moan from her panting lips.“No. No. NOT!” She moaned again, tossing her head back and forth on her duffle bag doubling as a makeshift pillow. “No, mama….NO!” she cried, warm tears managing to seep through her eyes that were tightly screwed shut.”I’ll teach you to run away from me, you little bitch!” slurred the phantom voice of her mom while the putrid smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils.”No…please god….NOON!” She thrashed as her fingers tightened and pulled at her covers. A blood-curdling scream pierced the darkness as she waited for the lashing to begin, her body trembling as she gulped for more air! Mario was sound asleep until he was awoken by the sound of a voice screaming coming Destiny's room. At first, he did realize what was going on as he was still sleepy. Took him a minute to realize what was going on. When he did, he quickly rushed over to her room and tried to wake her up. Seems like she was having a bad dream or nightmare. "Wake up" he said as he gently moved her to try to get her to wake up. “Wake up!”. With a sharp gasp, Destiny awoke. Mario’s voice was calm as he bent over her with a worried look on his face, shaking her shoulder gently. She grabbed his top with her fist as she set up, shaking her head, wanting to make sure she was fully awake and that the nightmare was over. It all seemed so real, her mother’s angry face, yelling and screaming at her. She was ready to hurt her…again. Destiny’s heart beat wildly against her chest, and her hands were wet with sweat.“I could use a drink of water”, she told Mario, her voice cracking with emotion. Destiny must have been having quite a nightmare to be tossing and turning like that. It wasn't long before she got up. His top became wet with her sweat when she grabbed it to get up." Must have been some nightmare. Care to talk about it?""Oh, yes let me get it for you." He got up and went to the kitchen pouring a glass of water from the faucet and brought it back to her. "Here you go."

Dealing With Destiny (Anesa & Yugi)|rating:3.0

[NSFW RPG] - No Strings Attached [Pathfinder]

Not every mission is in pursuit of lusty magics and sexual artifacts, but there's still plenty of fun to be had on the journey, and adventurers are infamous for constantly finding themselves in compromising, sexy, sticky situations on their travels. I'm looking to run a fairly episodic game where teams of adventurers get hired for protection or expertise; depending on interest, characters and players can rotate in and out between adventures with no problem, although I don't want to run groups larger than four. Posting frequency should be at least once a day. Kinks Appearing Throughout:Large endowments, excessive fluids, exhibitionism Kinks Appearing Occasionally:Aphrodisiacs/drugs, imbrication, bondage, breeding/impregnation, dubcon, hypnotism/mind control, incest, monsters Kinks Appearing Never:FTA, euro, pain play, scat, snuff, more, watersports (lists subject to revision)Setting Info camp; Character Creation Though we'll mostly be using the Pathfinder system, the game will take place in my own setting, and there will be some mechanical tweaks to certain races and classes as a result. No need to get into those unless someone wants to play one. Level: 5thAbility Scores:25 point buy OR roll two sets using 2d6+6 and pick the best set.HP:Max at 1st level, 2/3rds round up for subsequent levels (d6=4, d8=6, d10=7, d12=8). All dice rolls usingorokos.com, please. No Strings Attached: The Jungle of Lust After a greenhouse accident, the city's most prestigious brothel, The Silk Rose, needs to find a new supply of magical herbs for their contraceptive, prophylactic, and recreational potions. They know of a location and have the expertise to identify and harvest the plants they need, but require an escort to ensure their safety during the journey. I'd be up for this, as you might be aware. Got and idea for an Basilar Organist character named Sophia Greenwood. I'd also be up for moving bondage into the 'often' category, at least as far as my character's concerned. Yes hello I am here. Taurus II said: ↑ Aphrodisiacs/drugs, imbrication, dubcon, hypnotism/mind control Click to expand... Goodbye dear friends, I shall have to find another game to play my tie fling with the hermaphrodite fiendish expression. Interested. Not completely familiar with the mechanics of Pathfinder, was more of a 3.5 person myself. I have listened to dozens of hours of a pathfinder podcast thought. Permission to use the War blade from 3.5 with the Soldier of Shadow tacked on? I can pm a link, but I am mostly using it to model the Art of Quickening. The Shadow mind said: ↑ Interested. Not completely familiar with the mechanics of Pathfinder, was more of a 3.5 person myself. I have listened to dozens of hours of a pathfinder podcast thought. Click to expand... This sitemap be useful to you. Pathfinder and 3.5 are practically identical in terms of the basic system; the biggest difference is that you get feats every odd-numbered level instead of every 3rd. The Shadowmindlemme know if you want my help, because in 3.5 you can totally build a tie fling FTA using the rules as written. Bailey Maturing said: ↑ The Shadow mind let me know if you want my help, because in 3.5 you can totally build a tie fling FTA using the rules as written. Click to expand... Does Pathfinder have a good replacement for the War forged? All I'm seeing is the Forged Born, which Cyborg =/= Android. And I am here. Going to probably be going with the human female paladin-of-freedom-is concept we mused on in the conversations that led up to this game's posting. Peru said: ↑ Permission to use the War blade from 3.5 with the Soldier of Shadow tacked on? I can pm a link, but I am mostly using it to model the Art of Quickening. Click to expand... Have you looked at the Path of War stuff for Pathfinder? I'm told it's quite similar to the 3.5 Bo9S material. Also, going to have to put a kibosh on fut as, sorry. Just not my thing. The Shadow mind said: ↑ Does Pathfinder have a good replacement for the War forged? All I'm seeing is the Forged Born, which Cyborg =/= Android. Click to expand... like a good resource for you. Does a Psi forged Vitalist sound interesting? The Shadow mind said: ↑ Does a Psi forged Vitalist sound interesting? Click to expand... In any other game, I would permit it in a heartbeat. But given that this game is going to have a lot of sex in it, I have to hesitate and ask how a war forged would (ahem) slot in. Taurus II said: ↑ In any other game, I would permit it in a heartbeat. But given that this game is going to have a lot of sex in it, I have to hesitate and ask how a war forged would (ahem) slot in. Click to expand... A custom ordered sexpot nurse doesn't fit in? The Shadow mind said: ↑ A custom ordered sexpot nurse doesn't fit in? Click to expand... Okay, touché, but ordered by whom, and why is she going adventuring? I don't see any schools that replicate Shadow Hands 50 foot teleports. Best of luck with the game, I'll sit this one out. Taurus II said: ↑ Okay, touché, but ordered by whom, and why is she going adventuring? Click to expand... Okay five minute backstory attempt:Opal was one of the gem set, a set of custom Psi forged created by the Artificer, Terms Neil Car, a proud and arrogant elf. Hundreds of years passed, living as one of the perverted mage's sex toys and caretakers in a deep underground dungeon. Terms turned himself into a rich to keep away the ravages of time., but the joys of the flesh faded from his undead body. Years passed by with Terms not even touching her. Forgotten by her creator, Opal wandered out of the dungeon searching for others, so she would have a purpose in life once again. Nice, how's this for changes? Opal was one of the gem set, a set of custom Psi forged created by the Artificer, Terms Neil Car, a proud and arrogant elf. Hundreds of years passed, living as one of the perverted mage's sex toys and caretakers in a deep underground dungeon. Terms turned himself into a rich to keep away the ravages of time, but disappeared soon after, abandoning Opal and her siblings in his dungeon. Millennia later, adventurers discovered and awakened Opal and her siblings while exploring the long-forgotten hideaway. Opal left the dungeon when they did, heading out into the world in search of a purpose in life. Click to expand... Taurus II said: ↑ Nice, how's this for changes? Click to expand... Acceptable. Now for the hard part; finding an image of a porcelain/opal colored android that doesn't look too futuristic. A steampunk sex bot. ? Taurus II said: ↑ ? Click to expand... It could use some pallet swapping, but the base body is fine. Can I use this version of theWarforgedinstead? It acutely follows pathfinder rules of +2/+2/-2, and seems to be a more complete and better written adaption of Emerson for Pathfinder. Go for it. Working on aSheetStat Rolls Edit: Possible Paths:Sadistic with the Astral Construct route. Harmonic Resonance if we have another Psionic in the party. Bog-Standard buffer/healer, taking Expanded Knowledge, Extra Power Known, and Psicrsytal. The Vitalist seems pretty straight forward of a class. Are there any Pervy spells/powers for this campaign? Such magics exist in-setting, but I'm a little hesitant to formally stat them out. First, there'd need to be a system in place for the spells to interface with if they were going to compete for slots with the more conventional spells; second, it seems to me that systematizing the sex to that degree might remove some of the fun from it. So I feel like it's best to a) find pervy uses for existing spells and b) allow for pervy magic to happen on a more free-form basis. That all said, there are some spells/powers that definitely exist:Contraception/Conception– Does what it says on the tin. Counters/dispels itself. Level 1, lasts 24 hours. Enhance Cum/Milk– Alters the consistency, flavor, and quantity of the appropriate fluid produced. Level 1. The level is noted more for item-crafting purposes than anything else. More to come as they occur to me; if you have ideas or suggestions, feel free to pitch them. Selective Expansion Spoiler Discipline psychometabolism Level Psychic warrior 1, Vitalist 1, Tactician 1, Egoist 1 MANIFESTING Display Olfactory Manifesting Time 1 standard action EFFECT Range Touch Target One living creature touched Duration 1 minute/level (D) Saving Throw Fortitude negates; Power Resistance Yes Power Points 1 DESCRIPTION This power causes instant growth, causing the target's body part to increase in size. A natural attack (such as a bite) or a matching pair of natural attacks (like claws) increase by one size category, dealing increased damage based on their new size. A body part or matching pair that isn't a natural weapon increases in size by 50%. Natural Attacks by Size Augment You can augment this power in one or more of the following ways. For every 2 additional power points you spend, the size category of the natural weapon increases by an additional size or the body part is increase by another 50% in size. If you spend 2 additional power points, this power’s duration is 10 minutes per level rather than 1 minute per level. If you spend 4 additional power points, this power’s duration is 1 hour per level rather than 1 minute per level. Drop the duration to 1 minute/level and the augment that makes it permanent. Add a pair of augments: 2 points to increase duration to 10 minutes/level, 4 points for 1 hour/level. I have several concepts, but the first one on my list would be an elf Alchemist. A bit squishy, but open to all kinds of chemical solutions and sexy shenanigans." Huh, looks like this concoction can dissolve clothing. Good to know.""WE'RE NAKED!"" Yes obviously since the solution dissolves clothing it would only be natural that we'd be naked, I don't know why you're so hung up on this." Edit: So I've decided to go with the Chirurgenist Archetype, so I can serve as the backup healer. Taurus II said: ↑ Drop the duration to 1 minute/level and the augment that makes it permanent. Add a pair of augments: 2 points to increase duration to 10 minutes/level, 4 points for 1 hour/level. Click to expand... Updated. Darn it, I just couldn't leave it alone... Contraception/Conception Spoiler School transmutation Level Alchemist 1, Bard 1, Cleric/Oracle 1, Druid 1, Sorcerer/Wizard 1, Witch 1 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range touch Target living creature touched Duration 24 hours Saving Throw Fort negates (harmless); Spell Resistance Yes (harmless) DESCRIPTION This spell can be used to absolutely guarantee or prevent pregnancies; in cases where two partners are affected by opposite versions of this spell, the magics cancel each other out. Enhance Cum/Milk Spoiler School transmutation Level Alchemist 1, Bard 1, Cleric/Oracle 1, Druid 1, Sorcerer/Wizard 1, Witch 1 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range touch Target living creature touched; see text Duration 24 hours or until discharged; see text Saving Throw Fort negates (harmless); Spell Resistance Yes (harmless) DESCRIPTION This spell can only affect creatures that are already producing cum or milk, either naturally or as the result of other magic. The caster may specify the consistency and flavor, as well as how much is released at a time. The spell ends after the target has released a total of 1 gallon of cum or milk. Would you mind if I used 25 point buys instead? I hate randomized charge with burning passion. Also, check this out if you're after perverted PF spells: the list needs trimming, because some of those are quite dumb. I feel like it would be unfair to let you use a different method to generate ability scores than the rest of the party. I hope that isn't a dealbreaker for you, and the link looks quite interesting, so thank you for that. Taurus II said: ↑ I feel like it would be unfair to let you use a different method to generate ability scores than the rest of the party. Click to expand... Let everyone pick between point buy and random array, whichever they happen to favor? Tamarack said: ↑ Let everyone pick between point buy and random array, whichever they happen to favor? Click to expand... Yeah, that's fair enough. I'll edit it into the OP. That handled, I'm thinking female elf wizard. Either conjurer or transmute, probably artificer of some persuasion. Young, currently unemployed and very desperate for funds to further her studies which are very resource-consuming. What are the elves like in your setting? Also, I presume we're starting with wealth by level? I would caution against an arcane caster; horn geek already expressed interest in playing an organist, and I've intended all along for one of your escorted to be one (something of an artificer himself, actually). Wealth by level, yes. Elves... I guess I should just dump some setting lore. The Beginning In the ancient days, many generations ago even by the reckoning of elves, the world was made. In those days all was young and wild, and the gods numbered only two: Purana, who rules the untamed world and all its plants and creatures, and her husband Cyan, who knows all that was, is, and may yet be, and cares for the souls of the dead. It came to pass that Purana and Cyan had four divine children, three sons and one daughter: Solar, Lectern, Fortuna, and Moran. On Solar was bestowed the chariot of the sun and rulership of the skies; on Lectern, lordship over ice and stone and mastery of principle and order; on Fortuna, the silver moon and power over the seas; and on Moran was bestowed a purview like his father's, to collect and guide the newly dead to Cyan's hall, and for a time all was well. The Birth of the Three Sisters Now Solar possesses a great affinity for musics, and in those days he often sang at length as he drove the sun-chariot across the sky, and in the halls of his family once night had fallen. One day as he was guiding the sun up over the horizon, the incredible beauty of the world at dawn drew from his heart a song the like of which was never heard before, and has never been heard since. He sang of the growing greens and rushing streams below; he sang of the flashing, crashing storms that rained upon the earth; and he sang of the pure and fiery light of the sun shining on the forests and the mountains and the seas. As he sang, pouring forth his passion and power, the world answered, and the song became the Three Sisters: Maia Garden-Keeper, goddess of farm and family; Paraná Storm-Dancer, goddess of the strong and quick; and Gala Fire-Sword, goddess of the just and righteous. The Madness of Fortuna and the Birth of the Twins The goddess Fortuna has ever been one of capriciousness, change, passion, and whimsy but in those early days she had not yet descended fully into madness. That began when she took it into her mind to seduce her brother Lectern and then gave birth to twin sons, Mere and Male. They shared their father's affinity for order, but their incestuous conception twisted them to evil. Male, the elder, seeks order through brutality, domination, and main force; in contrast Mere employs cunning manipulation of the law as a tool to achieve power and humble enemies. For this sin, Purana cursed Fortuna, forcing her deeper into madness so that never again would she be able to focus on any plot long enough to bring it to fruition. The First Mortals The first to appear were the humans. Alone of the mortal races, humans have no especial divine patrons or forebears, arising as they did from the natural workings of the world. Though they were first, they are counted a young race, both for their short lives and because they were longer a people of the wild than any other. Once, as Solar lit the world from on high, he spied a band of humans below. This was not a new sight to him, but some whim made him look more closely, and he was struck by their intelligence and, particularly in one case, beauty. The sun-god bade his chariot go on without him, and descended to the earth, singing. With his song poured forth some of his power, ennobling and empowering that band of listeners, changing the shape of their minds and their flesh. Thus were the first elves made, and Solar took their leader to be his wife, bestowing upon her even greater blessings. She is with him still, Emma Elf-Mother, the Morning and the Evening Star, who sees her husband off at dawn and welcomes him back at dusk. For a time, Solar and Emma ruled her band together, uniting with others and spreading their ennobled blood and divine gifts. From Solar and Emma came the first line of even kings, and from her first band came many of their nobles. Over time, many of the gifts of Solar have faded, but they may be glimpsed from time to time in the lines of the elf lords. While this was being done, Gala was in the midst of courting Lectern. Lectern was at first wary, mindful of his sister's seduction and its consequences, but the Fire-Sword was patient and understanding, though persistent. At length, they agreed to marry, and took a great tour of the world, lying together whenever night fell. At each resting place, Gala birthed children of a new race - stern and Stoic like their father, but with their mother's fire burning in their hearts. Thus did the dwarves come into being, all across Truth, and where they had been born they delved the earth and built great cities in the rock. The Gnomes, the Orcs, and the War of UndeathAmong the dwarves there were some who were drawn more to Cyan than their divine parents, being as he was the patron of craftsmen. Wanting some mischief, Fortuna loosed her power on them, making them small and clever and sharing more of her sense of humor. These dwarf-kin were called gnomes thereafter. At about this time, a shadow was growing in the hearts of elves. Moran the Reaper was growing weary of seeing mortal grief and pain, and his even worshipers grew fearful-some for themselves, some for human friends and lovers. Driven by the Reaper and their fears, a cabal sought to conquer death, and for a time their work was good. From this cabal came all the healing arts and the secrets of resurrection; but it was not enough, for a healed man may still die, and a resurrected one die again. Thus, they turned to darker methods, and in foul rituals gave rise to death. This blasphemy enraged the gods, and Cyan and Purana lay down a great curse upon the cabal. But for the pleas of Emma Elf-Mother, the curse would have reduced them to mere beasts; instead, they became orcs, strong and hardy but dull-witted. Alas, even with wits dulled some of the cabal were mighty priests and mages, and they rose up in rebellion against the gods and their uncured kin. The orcs were fewer in those days, but in embracing their great strength and dark magics, they wrought great destruction, even driving many of the highest-born elves to flee to lands far distant. After much fighting, the tide was turned when the legendary heroes of the age - Manual the Brave, Elgar the Quick, Vi pin the Wise, and Baseman the Repentant - gave their lives to destroy a romantic weapon-fortress of massive power before it could be used. Even so, its black magic was so powerful as to blast the life from the land for leagues in all directions and raise a ring of mountains at its edge: Moran's Wastes and the Heroes' Wall, as they have come to be known in latter days. Tamarack said: ↑ What are the elves like in your setting? Click to expand... It occurs to me that the setting dump probably didn't answer what you meant by this question. Essentially, (surface) elves fall into two broad groups: those who live with humans, typically integrated into large towns and cities, and those who prefer to live in their own communities under the rule of the even High King. This is largely a self-selected distinction, with individuals often moving from one category to the other, sometimes more than once over the course of the long even lifespan. Those elves who remain apart from humans have developed astonishing magical mastery of nature and tend to live in tree villages - not buildings constructed in the branches of trees (save for occasions of crisis or newly-settled territory), but rather shaped from the living wood over years of growth. Elves are no strangers to working with stone and metal, but for everyday living most of them prefer to be surrounded by wood, even as they also reach toward the heavens, wanting to dwell as close to their divine forebears as they can. Taurus II said: ↑ I would caution against an arcane caster; horn geek already expressed interest in playing an organist, and I've intended all along for one of your escorted to be one (something of an artificer himself, actually). Click to expand... I'm not worried about horn geek's char - 'arcane caster' is a very broad category that can fill many different party roles. I was planning to go into construct building with a side of teleportation and summoning, so I shouldn't clash overmuch with an organist. The NPC artificer might be an issue though, if they have similar specialization and may stick around for good (if they're due to leave before long then it's just an opportunity for me to learn stuff). That said, I'd be willing to go paladin if there are any reasonably wide-spread cults that involve prostitution as a major practice. Or, alternatively, a gunslinger if there are firearms. Never played one before, so it'd be novel. There is a widespread cult that practices prostitution, but its patron goddess is CN, so not exactly common environs for a paladin. But there are firearms! Taurus II said: ↑ There is a widespread cult that practices prostitution, but its patron goddess is CN, so not exactly common environs for a paladin. Click to expand... You're sticking to RAW class alignment restrictions then? A reasonably common approach to paladins (somewhat inspired by 3.5 which had something like a dozen paladin variants beholden to different deities and alignments) is that a paladin is an exemplar of their patron deity's creed and as such should have exactly same alignment as patron (with the appropriate class features being assembled out of paladin, anti-paladin and their archetypes lists). Yeah. I mean, I definitely see the argument to be made, but in this case, "an exemplar of the deity's creed" would bear almost no resemblance to a paladin as it's usually conceived of, and I just don't feel like putting in the work to build and balance a custom class for it. Taurus II said: ↑ Yeah. I mean, I definitely see the argument to be made, but in this case, "an exemplar of the deity's creed" would bear almost no resemblance to a paladin as it's usually conceived of, and I just don't feel like putting in the work to build and balance a custom class for it. Click to expand... What's that deity and cult like, anyhow? Checked what my best set of the two rolls were, ended up at exactly 25 point buy anyway. So a 15,15,14,14, 11,10 from the rolls or 17,14,14,12,10,10 for a point buy. Decisions, decisions. Racial Mod +2 Con, +2 Int, -2 CIA. Could we get a short list of the Gods in the setting? Like, name, alignment, and a one to two sentence blurb of what they're the Gods of? I'd like to know which one best suits the outlook of my character.(Granted if the answer is 'none' she may not worship any of them. Not a full Hollywood Atheist, but just "Oh I know the Gods exist, I just live my own life)I also had a bit of an alignment quandary, in wondering if someone who would, hypothetically, stop and take some notes to study if a party member was ambushed by tentacle vines intent on a-ravishing can call themselves Chaotic Good, or if that'd be CN. Edit: Oh, only fair to note, I am REALLY not one for heavy multiclassing and don't care a lot about Objectively Optimal Builds, I mostly do it for character and for fun. Just thought I'd lay that on the table. Horngeek, what sort of niche do you plan to take with your organist? Looking at the premise, the NPC artificer is likely to be an alchemist (being the one in charge of the potions and alchemy goods mentioned), so an enchanter wizard should still be workable. Bolt ace (crossbow gunslinger variant) is the current alternative. I'll probably dip a few rogue levels as well if I go that way, but not at the start, since level 5 class feature is too critical. Got to wait for the religion info before deciding, might be the cult mentioned earlier will tempt me away, though. Or, perhaps, may a PC be The Silk Rose's employee? How do Pathfinder traits work? Kyman201 said: ↑ Could we get a short list of the Gods in the setting? Like, name, alignment, and a one to two sentence blurb of what they're the Gods of? I'd like to know which one best suits the outlook of my character. Click to expand... Tamarack said: ↑ What's that deity and cult like, anyhow? Click to expand... Gala (LG)Called "Bella" by her children the dwarves, Gala is the patron goddess of the righteous, the zealous, the pure, and the just. Her titles include the Fire-Sword, Defender of Valor, Keeper of Honor, Lady of the Ardent Heart, and Mother of Dwarves. Her symbol is a heart surrounded by silver flame, and the long sword is her favored weapon. She usually appears as a beautiful human, half-elf, or dwarf woman with straight black hair and silver eyes. Her clerics pray for spells at noon, and her portfolio includes courage, dwarves, fire, honor, justice, purity, righteousness, valor, war, and zeal. Maia (NG)Maia is the kindly provider of health and protection, a goddess of fertility, childbirth, and motherhood. Some of Her titles are Garden-Keeper, Gentle Mother, Lady of the Healing Hands, Patroness of the Fields, and Guardian of Home and Hearth. Her symbol is an overflowing cornucopia, and the sickle is her favored weapon. She can appear as an innocent maiden, an expecting mother, or an experienced matron of even, human, or mixed stock, but always dressed in white robes with brown hair and kindly bronze eyes. Her clerics pray for spells at dawn, and her portfolio includes childbirth, family, farming, fertility, health, marriage, mercy, motherhood, protection, romantic love, spring, and water. Karana (CG)Paraná is goddess of competition, storms, and dance. She is known as the Liberator, the Dancing Blade, and the Storm-Dancer; her symbol is a lightning bolt. The great sword is Paraná’s favored weapon. She usually appears to be a muscular and beautiful young female elf, half-elf, or human. Her clerics pray for spells after their morning workout, and her portfolio includes athletics, dancing, freedom, lightning, strength, storms, and wind. Solan (CG)God of the sun and the skies, progenitor of the Three, patron of travelers, sailors, and other wanderers, and chief deity of the elves: Solar is all of these. He is also a patron of performers in general. His worshipers call him Ruler of the Skies, Guardian of Pilgrims, Father of Elves, and Lord of Day. His symbol is the disc of the sun, and the spear is his favored weapon. He appears as a golden-eyed and golden-haired elf. His clerics pray for spells at noon, and his portfolio includes elves, freedom, music, the sky, summer, the sun, travel, trade, and the weather. Amma (CG)Emma Elf-Mother, the First Elf, was raised to demigod hood by her husband Solar. She is revered by nearly all who have even blood running in their veins, even the orcs. Her symbol is a pair of smaller silver discs appended to either side of Solar's golden one, and her favored weapon is the short sword. She appears as an incredibly beautiful elf or orc woman with green eyes and brown hair, though her eyes seem to glow with an inner light. Her clerics pray for spells at noon, and her portfolio includes elves, orcs, childbirth, and mercy. Rectren (LN)The stern god of retribution, industry, and perseverance, Lectern exacts just punishment from those who break laws, oaths, and vows. His titles are Father of Dwarves, Implacable One, the Stern Hammer, and the Smith; his symbol and favored weapon is a Warhammer. He appears to be a dwarf with ice-blue eyes and pewter-gray hair, mature but not aged. His clerics pray for spells at dawn, and his portfolio includes dwarves, earth, gem cutting, industry, metalworking, mining, perseverance, protection, retribution, smiting, strength, and winter. Cytan (N)Cyan is the god of the dead, of prophecy and fate, of magic, of knowledge, and patron of inventors and scribes. His titles include Keeper of Souls, Setter of Fates, All-Knowing One, Lord of Arcane, and Lord of Artisans. His symbol is a hollow nine-pointed star set inside a ring, and his favored weapon is the quarterstaff. He appears either as a male elf or gnome; in either form, he is somewhat gaunt, grim, and mostly silent, with alabaster skin, prominent cheekbones, deep-set black eyes, and silver hair. His clerics pray for spells at dusk, and his portfolio includes artisans, balance, death, dreams, fate, gnomes, invention, knowledge, magic, prophecy, rest, time, winter, and writing. Turana (N)Goddess of the natural world, Purana is dedicated to preserving the natural order of things; thus, she despises undead. Purana’s titles are Huntress and Hunted, Wild Mother, and the Wild One. Her symbol is a cross inside a circle, and her favored weapon is the great club. She looks like an aged woman with green eyes and hair, dressed in furs. Her clerics pray for spells at dawn, and her portfolio includes animals, the elements, hunting, the life cycle, nature, and plants. Fortuna (CN)Fortuna is the goddess of the moon and the sea, as well as luck and personal pleasure, making her one of the most praised and cursed deities in all Truth. Her titles include Lady Luck and the Fickle One. Her symbol is a six-sided die cradled by a crescent moon, and her favored weapon is the dagger. Fortuna almost never appears in the same guise more than once. Her clerics can pray for spells at any time of day. Her portfolio includes chance, change, fashion, freedom, gambling, hedonism, luck, lust, madness, the moon, oceans, passion, prostitution, and vanity. Maleth (LE)The God of tyrants, despots, and conquerors, Male is the sworn enemy of Gala. He is a bastard son of the incestuous relationship between Lectern and Fortuna. He is called Lord of Oppression, King of Tyrants, the Vicious Flail, Smoldering One, and the Iron Fist. His symbol is a clenched fist, and his favored weapon is the heavy flail. He appears as a human male of towering height with jet black hair and eyes of onyx. His clerics pray for spells at dusk, and his portfolio includes anger, conquest, discipline, flame, hatred, pride, reptiles, snakes, and tyranny. Merx (LE)The sly and cunning god of crooked lawyers, embezzling accountants, and greedy merchants, Mere encourages deviousness among his worshipers and obedience of the letter of the law, if not the spirit. He is called the Devious One, and his symbol is a full purse. The dagger is his favored weapon. He appears to be a corpulent, richly dressed human male with sallow skin, yellow eyes, and greasy black hair. His clerics pray for spells at dawn. His portfolio includes avarice, bureaucracy, commerce, corruption, deviousness, extortion, famine, greed, lawyers, laziness, slime, thirst, and wealth. Zarak (NE)Once a powerful sorcerer and warlord, Zara only recently ascended to godhood as part of his ambition to become master of all creation. He is patron of ambitious people who seek power for themselves. He is known as His Dark Eminence and the Lord of Ambition. His symbol is a hollow circle, and his favored weapon is the quarterstaff. Zara appears as he did in life, as slim half-orc with fiendish red eyes and his shaved head covered in arcane tattoos. His clerics pray for spells at dawn, and his portfolio includes deception, deserts, domination, hatred, knowledge, magic, orcs, and secrets. Moran (CE)God of slaughter and death, Morgan kills indiscriminately and urges his followers to do the same, transforming those killed in his name into undead creatures. His titles include Delighted-in-Massacres, Lord of Perversion, the Ravager, Creator of Death, Lord of Slaughter, and the Laughing Reaper. His symbol is a skull, and the scythe is his favored weapon. He appears as a skeletal thin male half elf with white skin, white hair, and black eyes. He wears a hooded black cloak. His clerics pray for spells at midnight. His portfolio includes darkness, death, mayhem, orcs, slaughter, speed, spiders, and death. Kyman201 said: ↑ I also had a bit of an alignment quandary, in wondering if someone who would, hypothetically, stop and take some notes to study if a party member was ambushed by tentacle vines intent on a-ravishing can call themselves Chaotic Good, or if that'd be CN. Click to expand... That sounds like CN to me. The Shadow mind said: ↑ How do Pathfinder traits work? Click to expand... Pick two at first level. The ones marked Campaign are for the published PF adventures, but the others are fair game. Tamarack said: ↑ Got to wait for the religion info before deciding, might be the cult mentioned earlier will tempt me away, though. Or, perhaps, may a PC be The Silk Rose's employee? Click to expand... Not for this go-round, at least. My apologies. I have a human male oracle almost completed. Just need to buy gear. What are the campaign rules for magic/psionic item creation? The Shadow mind said: ↑ What are the campaign rules for magic/psionic item creation? Click to expand... Please clarify the question. Taurus II said: ↑ Please clarify the question. Click to expand... Do we have pre-campaign time for the purpose of starting with crafted items, provided we have the feats and spells/powers to craft them? I know Pathfinder did away with XP costs. Say that Opal took Craft Wondrous Item as her 3rd level feat. If I wanted to create a Headband of Inspired Wisdom +2. Opal has Animal Affinity as a power, letting her be able to craft it. Yes. Yes, you do. Selena ThelesiaWIP, but the general idea is there. I'll also be picking up Forge Ring and Craft Construct, while the rest will go into summoning feats. I reckon she's a resident of the city we start in and has a small workshop there. This, perhaps, may allow you guys to purchase magic items at a discount, assuming your chars and Selena are reasonably close. She's also constantly strapped for coin, and there is a spreading rumor that making/fixing magic items is not the only service that she's willing to provide. Can I craft or buy Schemas and Eternal Wands of Psionic Powers? Tamarack said: ↑ Selena ThelesiaClick to expand... This is a small thing but isn't 38 like "Literally a child" by Elf standards? Kyman201 said: ↑ This is a small thing but isn't 38 like "Literally a child" by Elf standards? Click to expand... I reckon at 38 she'd be at her late teens physically, as for socially accepted age of adulthood, even standard wouldn't necessarily apply to a human city dweller. I just note that the Elf Adventurer Starting Age chart in the Pathfinder books notes that elf 'adulthood' starts at 110, and the same chart has humans starting at 15. Furthermore, I made my character 122 figuring that that was the elf version of like 20. If you wanted 'barely legal elf' she'd probably be like 90-100 Kyman201 said: ↑ I just note that the Elf Adventurer Starting Age chart in the Pathfinder books notes that elf 'adulthood' starts at 110, and the same chart has humans starting at 15. I made my character 122 figuring that that was the human version of like 20. If you wanted 'barely legal elf' she'd probably be like 90-100Click to expand... I'm aware of the Ford elf age value, I just belong to the camp that feels that is the Cronin's culturally accepted age of majority, not physical equivalent of 15 years old human. Because, you know, spending 10+ years as an infant incapable of walking and speech is a bit much. There's no conclusive rulings on elf physical development anywhere, so I was going on a somewhat arbitrary estimate of 1.5 to 2.5 times human rate early on and then slowing way down to have a few decades of high school and college equivalents where they leisurely pick up those even racial traits (such as even magic and whatnot). Naturally, a forlorn who grew up around humans would be pushed to get on with their life much sooner. I guess I figured that elves age slower and thus an elf that's 20 is probably a kid. But I guess that'll depend on if Taurus makes a ruling for how elves age in his setting. Granted if the age section were replaced by generic age ranges, such as [Cougar analogue], [Old enough], [Barely Legal], and [Old enough to make you imagine them naked, but you feel kinda guilty for doing so] then we wouldn't even have this conversation. I've found it best not to think too hard about even maturation rates. That said, my rule of thumb is to figure out what age they'd be as a human, then multiply by 5. The Shadow mind said: ↑ Can I craft or buy Schemas and Eternal Wands of Psionic Powers? To expand... Schemas, yes; eternal wands, I'm going to say no. Ivan DragonslayerM LG Human Oracle 5,Level5,Init5,HP42/42,Speed AC19,Touch11,Flat-footed18,CMD13,Fort2,Ref1,Will, CMB+2,Base Attack Bonus0 Breastplate +1(+7 Armor, +1 DEX, +1 Deflect)Abilities 14, DEX 12, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 10, CIA 18ConditionNoneGlad Schemas are available. Couldn't figure out what to buy. I just have mundane gear left to fill out. Grass, did you use point buy or dice-rolling? Taurus II said: ↑ Grass, did you use point buy or dice-rolling? Click to expand... Roll. Does this link work for you? It does indeed. Okay, so#id=1190047I THINK I got the basics settled. I still got some gold burning, might spend those on a Clapton of potions and alchemical items. Bracers of armor and the mitral shirt don't stack. You're better off getting a +1 mitral shirt, should cost the same. Edited, thanks Taurus. Other than that, looks fine. Adhere's my sheet for Quinn, the swashbuckling paladin. Still need feats and spending the gold. Ah, good. *adds it to the roundup* The Shadow mind said: ↑ Opal Click to expand... Tamarack said: ↑ Selena ThelesiaClick to expand... Grass said: ↑ Ivan DragonslayerClick to expand... Kyman201 said: ↑ ElvisaClick to expand... BR549 said: ↑ Quinn Click to expand... Grass, I think you missed the Oracle's Spells Known table. At 5th level, you should know 5x0th-level, 4x1st-level, and 2x2nd-level spells at base, then another 2x1st-level spells for your favored class bonuses. Some idea of backstory would be nice too. So, anyone willing to claim prior acquaintance? On that note, how do we meet, and how do we end up taking the job? If Selena and Elvis grew up in the same city they might know one-another. Elvis's civilian job is a mix between herbalist, masseuse, and low-key healer you see for aches and strains and other things too small to justify seeing a cleric for. Yes, she DOES offer happy endings, but only to polite customers who add a nice tip. Edit: Actually given Selena's relative youth, Elvis may consider her not unlike a kid sister. Kyman201 said: ↑ If Selena and Elvis grew up in the same city they might know one-another. Elvis's civilian job is a mix between herbalist, masseuse, and low-key healer you see for aches and strains and other things too small to justify seeing a cleric for. Yes, she DOES offer happy endings, but only to polite customers who add a nice tip. Edit: Actually given Selena's relative youth, Elvis may consider her not unlike a kid sister. Click to expand... I'm fairly positive LVL 5 chirurgeons is by no means a low-key healer. Also, I'm unsure about that civilian job. If you're running a shop/clinic, wouldn't your class pretty much automatically make alchemy goods the main focus of it? For example, in Selena's case, prostitution is one of the very few choices that have profit margin comparable or better than her main artificial job, and even then only because she works out of her shop, meaning that there's no waiting time between visitors - there is always stuff to work on around the lab. Should have been more clear. Elvis started as a herbalist before she picked up her Chirurgeon levels. By now she mostly makes potions and alchemical items, yes. She still knows how to do massages though. Kyman201 said: ↑ Should have been more clear. Elvis started as a herbalist before she picked up her Chirurgeon levels. By now she mostly makes potions and alchemical items, yes. She still knows how to do massages though. Click to expand... I wonder if there is some sort of high-end educational institution in this city that'd teach magic among other things. Would suit my background well if I came here to study and opened a shop after completing the initial course. Would also be neat if Selena and Elvis were fellow students. Hell, if there's a particular trading quarter or street to which artisans gravitate, we could even have shops nearby. That being said, you may want to repost your image to Imgur. Geoboard links don't work well everywhere, and you need to crop it to fit 125 x 193 ratio anyway (Imgur has insult cropping tool when uploading). Hm, if Taurus is using the setting I think he is, then there probably IS some kind of magic academy in the city, assuming our characters are in the main city that the Silk Rose is in. It's possible that Elvis enrolled there when she realized her passion for Alchemy, and probably met Selena there. Also changed the file hosting for my character portrait, hope this one's more clear. There is indeed a university in the city which teaches magic (among other things). I haven't quite resolved the city down to individual streets, but there are certainly neighborhoods where artisans congregate. For Selena, do I understand correctly that her prostituting herself is an informal, under-the-table side gig? Taurus II said: ↑ For Selena, do I understand correctly that her prostituting herself is an informal, under-the-table side gig? Click to expand... Yup. Basically, she pretty eye-catching, as noted by appearance image and CIA score well above average (all of which comes from beauty and charm rather than force of personality), and she always needs money for more spell scrolls and materials. So when someone reasonably pleasant propositioned her a couple of years ago during her last year at the university, she got tempted and went 'ok, but pay me'. By now it's a reasonably wide-spread rumor among her neighbors as well as people who keep track of artificer shops for one reason or another, and she goes as far as actually making an offer herself to those customers she finds palatable. Taurus II said: ↑ Grass, I think you missed the Oracle's Spells Known table. At 5th level, you should know 5x0th-level, 4x1st-level, and 2x2nd-level spells at base, then another 2x1st-level spells for your favored class bonuses. Some idea of backstory would be nice too. Click to expand... Hmm, according to my APG, at level 5, an oracle knows 6 level 0 spells. Level 1: 4 spells + cure/inflict (cure light wounds) + mystery spell (cause fear) + my racial favored bonus of 2 more spells for a total of 8level 2: 2 spells + cure moderate wounds + mystery spell (resist energy)I'm also working on background, just don't have many specifics outside his family being a multi-generation ally of a gold dragon yet. I completely missed that oracles know all Cure/Inflict spells. (The "5x0th-level" was a typo.)... wait, wait. You're doing the thing. Dragon's layer, not dragon slayer. Nice. Anyhow, looks like I'm done. Might be a tweak here and there, and background expansion once we have more info, but all the essentials are in place. Added a short blurb of background. It's possible Ivan might have worked with others within and around the city. I think I'll call the sheet complete for now barring needed edits. I'll buy gear as I need it. Alright then, I think that closes out recruitment for now. Since I invited him, horngeekhas until tonight when my live game finishes posting a character, or we'll move on without him. Sometime today I'll pick out from the Clapton of mundane items I can get. Many of them alchemical items. But the nuts and bolts of my character are effectively done. Kyman201 said: ↑ Sometime today I'll pick out from the Clapton of mundane items I can get. Many of them alchemical items. But the nuts and bolts of my character are effectively done. Click to expand... GM permitting, you get 10% off on wondrous items, magic armor and weapons. Still purchasing equipment:Opal Female TN War forged (Psi Forged) Humanoid (Living Construct) Vitalist,Level5,Init3,HP37/37,Speed30AC12,Touch12,Flat-footed10,CMD14,Fort4,Ref3,Will9,CMB+2,Base Attack Bonus+2Natural Attack Slam +2 (1d4, 20/x2)(+2 DEX)Abilities 10, DEX 14, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 20, CIA 8ConditionNone And I edited in one additional character detail. Elvisa now has a last name. Vinegar, assigned by Random Name Syllable Generator, and I actually rather like the sound of it. I've picked a smattering of alchemical items, they'll be up on my public sheet soon. Room for one more here? Or are you full up? Maybe? I started this game with the idea of episodic adventures, not all of which would have the same cast of characters. Go ahead and give me your pitch, and you'll be first in line if someone drops out or doesn't work well with the others, and once this adventure concludes, you'll be in the pool for that one already. Fair? Sounds fair, give me a bit, and I'll work up a profile. Any particular resource you prefer me to use for my character sheet? I normally go with Myth weavers. Myth weavers is fine. Should be fine, it's what the rest of us use. Also, hi, Spectral, welcome I'm looking at a human cleric styled as a more martial build with a pole arm of some variety.EDIT: Sorry... Actual rolls now.18, 16, 16, 15, 13, 8 The first post notes that to roll stats it's actually 2d6+6, six times. Thank you sorry about that re-rolled and edited. Holy shit those numbers. Do you know whom you'll be a Cleric of? I was thinking of Paraná at first because she really seems like my Jam, but I wanted pole arms and figured that level five would make travel domain pretty useful, so I went with Solar instead. Mina SeareaverFemale CG Human Cleric,Level5,Init6,HP47/47,Speed40AC15,Touch12,Flat-footed13,CMD21,Fort7,Ref3,Will7,CMB+9,Base Attack Bonus3Brace, Reach +1 Long spear (-) +10 (1d8+7,) +1 Mitral Shirt(+3 Armor, +2 DEX)Abilities 22, DEX 15, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 16, CIA 13ConditionNoneAs a cleric of Solar, Mina is a wanderer in the truest sense of the word, taking most to heart her patron deity's love of travel and adventure and living each day to the fullest she can muster. She loves both the wilds and the cities, happily exploring all that both land and people have to offer her.(Plus it lets her wander in and out as needed at the start and end of any given adventure to free up space for people) I'm pretty sure a +1 mitral chain shirt gives a total armor bonus of +5, not +3. Huh... dunno where I pulled a +2 from, I'll fix that. But if that's the only issue then I'm glad. It's the only thing I could see from the summary; I don't have access to the sheet proper. Whoops, it was set to private. Fixed. I don't see any other issues. Hi Taurus. Is there any possibility of this still being open? I would love to join if so. Half-orc Monk of the (Kama Sutra, name pending) Sect, glorifying in all aspects of the body and working as someone to travel and help others learn to enjoy it as well. Perhaps a literally bondage-powered one, with things like the Vows of Chains and Silence. Davian_Seq said: ↑ Hi Taurus. Is there any possibility of this still being open? I would love to join if so. Half-orc Monk of the (Kama Sutra, name pending) Sect, glorifying in all aspects of the body and working as someone to travel and help others learn to enjoy it as well. Perhaps a literally bondage-powered one, with things like the Vows of Chains and Silence. Click to expand... As I said to Spectral: Taurus II said: ↑ Maybe? I started this game with the idea of episodic adventures, not all of which would have the same cast of characters. Go ahead and give me your pitch, and you'll be first in line if someone drops out or doesn't work well with the others, and once this adventure concludes, you'll be in the pool for that one already. Fair? Click to expand... That said, I'm also not feeling sold just yet, especially the Vow of Silence. Chains could work; I'm also looking at Cleanliness and the possibility of creating a Vow of Nudity. Alrighty! I am perfectly fine with waiting, and any suggestions will be very helpful. Mmm, silence does seem like too much of a hindrance, now that I reflect on it. Vow of Nudity Restriction:The monk taking this vow must go essentially nude at all times. Items may be worn covering the feet and either the hands or forearms, as well as items that do not cover a substantial portion of the body. Benefit:A monk with this vow increases their I pool by 1 point for every 3 monk levels (minimum +1), and gains the supernatural ability to spend a I point to withstand extremes of temperature as if subject to the endure elements spell. Taurus II said: ↑ Vow of Nudity Restriction: The monk taking this vow must go predominantly nude whenever possible, donning clothing only if necessary to survive in a hostile environment, and removing it as soon as the necessity has passed. The monk may not wear magical items in their chest, body, or shoulder slots, and belt and head slot items may only be worn if they do not cover the face, groin, or legs. The monk may wear items in their wrist or hand slots, but not in both at the same time. Items in the headband, eyes, neck, ring, and feet slots may be worn without restriction. Benefit: A monk with this vow increases their I pool by 1 point for every 3 monk levels (minimum +1). Click to expand... Not sure if I see the logic in banning specific slots and especially magic items over non-magical ones. Feels kind of redundant, since the ruling about nudity already excludes all unsuitable items, and if a player gets cheeky and tries to toe the line, GM would just smash them with the penalty for breaking a vow. Also, might be better to just give Endure Elements equivalent as a benefit of the vow and do away with 'if necessary to survive' clause altogether. It'd make sense, too, for the mystical effect of casting off coverings to achieve unity with the world or some such to be said coverings becoming meaningless. Tamarack said: ↑ Not sure if I see the logic in banning specific slots and especially magic items over non-magical ones. Feels kind of redundant, since the ruling about nudity already excludes all unsuitable items, and if a player gets cheeky and tries to toe the line, GM would just smash them with the penalty for breaking a vow. Also, might be better to just give Endure Elements equivalent as a benefit of the vow and do away with 'if necessary to survive' clause altogether. It'd make sense, too, for the mystical effect of casting off coverings to achieve unity with the world or some such to be said coverings becoming meaningless. Click to expand... Edited, how do people think that looks? Should Endure Elements be activated, or should it be a constant Supernatural ability? Kyman201 said: ↑ Should Endure Elements be activated, or should it be a constant Supernatural ability? Click to expand... Makes sense either way, fluff-wise, so it's a pure matter of balance at this point. Could putter about with wording some - I'm not sure (SU) stuff is 'cast' per se, especially since a standard action that provokes an attack of opportunity doesn't seem apt here - I'd say it's either swift or move to activate for the day or a free action to activate and maintain (in the latter case the effect would be interrupted if the character in question is disabled). But that sort of refinement is needed when putting the homebrew out there, not when GM's immediately available to hash out details. Also, I assume using the RAW for the vow, the following are allowed: Jewelry Piercings Tattoos Possibly a decorative hip chain Because if so, very approved Made an additional edit to clarify that this is a (SU) ability rather than (Sp), and thus does not provoke Amos, though it does require a standard action to activate. Kyman201 said: ↑ Also, I assume using the RAW for the vow, the following are allowed: Jewelry Piercings Tattoos Possibly a decorative hip chain Because if so, very approved Click to expand... That is indeed the intent. Wow, thanks. I didn't think this would this much effort put into thinking it up. She would definitely be the shameless kind, though - throwing off the world coverings that people use to hide their true nature. I can fit in things that would be interesting, too - I'm looking at you, Half-Orc Sacred Tattoos, and a variety of different piercings - nobody wants to get a hoop earring grabbed in the middle of a battle, but piercings are also this method of telling the world both that you can endure pain, and that you are the master of your own body. Hmm, that went nicely philosophical.EDIT: Well, I've written up a whole backstory sort of thing, attached to an in-progress character sheet. Shall I post that here, along with my stat rolls?EDITED IT: Ah, are we including traits, or background skills at all? Davian_Seq said: ↑ Wow, thanks. I didn't think this would this much effort put into thinking it up. She would definitely be the shameless kind, though - throwing off the world coverings that people use to hide their true nature. I can fit in things that would be interesting, too - I'm looking at you, Half-Orc Sacred Tattoos, and a variety of different piercings - nobody wants to get a hoop earring grabbed in the middle of a battle, but piercings are also this method of telling the world both that you can endure pain, and that you are the master of your own body. Hmm, that went nicely philosophical. EDIT: Well, I've written up a whole backstory sort of thing, attached to an in-progress character sheet. Shall I post that here, along with my stat rolls? Click to expand... Please do. And don't mention it, I love character building and home brewing. Davian_Seq said: ↑ Wow, thanks. I didn't think this would this much effort put into thinking it up. She would definitely be the shameless kind, though - throwing off the world coverings that people use to hide their true nature. I can fit in things that would be interesting, too - I'm looking at you, Half-Orc Sacred Tattoos, and a variety of different piercings - nobody wants to get a hoop earring grabbed in the middle of a battle, but piercings are also this method of telling the world both that you can endure pain, and that you are the master of your own body. Hmm, that went nicely philosophical. EDIT: Well, I've written up a whole backstory sort of thing, attached to an in-progress character sheet. Shall I post that here, along with my stat rolls? EDITED IT: Ah, are we including traits, or background skills at all? Click to expand... Traits yes, background skills' no. Taurus II said: ↑ Traits yes, background skills' no. Click to expand... Wait, we're not? Why not? To be honest, because I forgot they were a thing until just now. Did you use that variant when building your character? Taurus II said: ↑ To be honest, because I forgot they were a thing until just now. Did you use that variant when building your character? Click to expand... Yup. Didn't even occur to me to ask because of how wide-spread that variant is. Come to think of it, I can't remember ever seeing a PF game that wouldn't use them, here, on PAIO or giant. Fair enough. I expect Grass and Shadow mind did likewise, so I might as well officially adopt it. Yeah, you can just say that the option was there, and I just went with the Standard Elf because character concept. I don't mind. I didn't know it existed either. Edit: Actually looking at it, I might want to consider rejiggering my character's skill set. Ugh, Pathfinder's skill system is better than 3.5's, but only SOMEWHAT. Taurus II said: ↑ Fair enough. I expect Grass and Shadow mind did likewise, so I might as well officially adopt it. Click to expand... I didn't, because I didn't know it existed. I didn't, because I forgot it existed. Furthermore, I didn't because I wanted to ask first! Okay for those who don't know what it is:Here. Short version - Every level you get 2 Background Skill Points to invest. Your Int mod does NOT adjust this number. The following skills are considered Background Skills, compared to Adventuring Skills. These Background Skill Points may only be invested in Background Skills. Appraise Craft Handle Animal Knowledge (Engineering) Knowledge (Geography) Knowledge (History) Knowledge (Nobility) Perform Profession (any) Sleight of Hand This ruleset also adds two more Background skills. Artistry and Lore, which are described in the link. If Taurus decides to let us convert characters that did not use Background skills, then we'd retroactively get 10 Background Points. Then we can declare any points we put in any of those Background Skills to have been background points all along, thus freeing us up to get that many more regular skill points. With Elvis, for example, I gave her 5 points in Craft (Alchemy) and 5 points in Profession (Masseuse), which I can then say "Those were Background Points", and get 10 more skill points to invest in the rest of her skills. Yay! If you haven't already started converting, go ahead and do so. Done, added some points in Geography, Sleight of hand, and Appraise, all useful skills for a wandering adventuress. My skill sheet got updated. Since I had Craft (Alchemy) and Profession (Masseuse) maxed, I just had 10 points to spend. I put them in Climb, Swim, Knowledge (Dungeoneering), and Knowledge (History)My sheet's been updated. Alright then! May I present to you all, the swaying, sashaying, smashing-your-face-in woman. She's a fun-loving lady, with a tilt to her hips and a complete lack of clothing, she'll wrestle you to the ground and do what she wills, she's the half-orc monk with a bumpy road behind her, ii its... Kelia Karan! And shifted Quinn's points in Craft (Cooking) to Background Skills, which let me shuffle them into maxing Acrobatics and Intimidate, then the remaining point into Knowledge (Dungeoneering) and the remaining 5 Background Points into Handle Animal and Knowledge (History)....and I just noticed the sheet didn't save when I finished the feats, so I'll fix that in a bit-Dang, Davian, looks effective. Well, nobody's grappling her, that's for sure. 36CMD vs grapple, anyone?

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(Souls World Building Thread - Lore for Ephemeral Souls (#msg14601736)Ephemeral Souls - IOC Thread (Souls - IC Thread (Souls - Recruitment Thread (#msg14594897)Below you will find the character sheet. Please post your characters in this thread. This will be a thread for character sheets. You can edit your sheets and have them WIP, but they will only be approved in their final version and linked in the Approved Characters index. If you are interested in joining please contact me either via PM or in the Recruitment Thread. (#msg14594897)Character Sheet Code: [Select][b]Player Name:[/b] (Your handle, yeah that's right I'm talking to you put that here.)[b]Character Name:[/b] (Your character's name.)[b]Age:[/b] (How old your character is. Above 18. If you want to go above 100, well, just run it by me and why. This is for the age at which your character died.)[b]Archetype:[/b] (This is to get an idea for what sort of character they are. Be as simple or as detailed as desired. This includes narrative archetypes as well as things like classes. So Mentor can be one. Flame Knight can be another.)[b]Appearance:[/b] (Describe your character's body and how they look. You can use a picture if you want, but you must be able to describe your character. Please include important aspects that can be used to identify your character and are relevant.)[b]Species/Race:[/b] (Species options are Human, Idol, Soul born. Humans are obvious, but they have many variants and mutations you can essentially create a lot of things from fantasy by altering skin color, texture, basic body stuff, with some minor differences. Mutations are pretty common. Idols are beings that are humanoid, often taller and more lithe with the average height being eight feet tall. Idols are often associated with providence and can be called the Providence, they're usually far removed descendants of gods and powerful figures in history. Many also consider them to be cursed in various ways, mutations are rampant among them. Soul born are like artificial life. They have their own souls, they are not the dead who were brought back but those who were born from the residual souls itself. A Soul born is born out of lingering soul fragments or a naturally formed one that has found a body to inhabit. Somewhat like a Golem. Their form will be humanoid but can be made out of different material, and may form naturally or be created by those who desire to. Most commonly they are made of bone and are called Grave born.)[b]Weight:[/b] (Your character's weight.)[b]Height:[/b] (Your character's height.)[b]Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn:[/b] (Describe your character's clothing, think Medieval. This will include whatever is worn such as armor. Tools that are worn, gear, satchels, etc., fall under this as well. If a character is wearing it, it goes here other than things regularly carried in hand.)[b]Weapons:[/b] (A sword, spear, staff, bow, crossbow, something Medieval if you even want a starting weapon. Shields go here as well. If it is something your character will normally hold in hand in combat it goes here.)[b]Inventory:[/b] (The things you carry in a sack, pack, satchel, etc.)[b]Personality:[/b] (What your character is like.)[b]Dreams:[/b] (What are your characters dreams, the things they want most in life?)[b]Nightmares:[/b] (What are your characters greatest fears, the things they wish to avoid at all costs?)[b]History:[/b] (Your character’s history leading up to their death. If you want to have big events in a character's past or make them very important just mention it to me for approval.)(For this section just be reasonable. Yet there is no point buy, but try to keep a character within reason. Capable, but not unstoppable and not capable of doing absolutely everything. It's good to have focuses.)[b]Skills/Knowledge:[/b] (What your character is good at. What they know how to do and have experience doing, what they have knowledge about.)[b]Capabilities:[/b] (Sort of something like abilities, feats, things that are superhuman that your character can do that are not magic based.)[b]Magic:[/b] (Magical abilities, if there are any. The main concepts being of Soul Sorcery, a sort of magic based on using one's own soul. Miracles, based on faith and imagination and reciting events that were miraculous verbally and in detail sharing the story. And Fancies, or, magic based upon natural elements and using one's physical body as a conduit through practice and ritual to preform magic. It's a good idea to focus on one magic school, but have a variety of what you can do in that school. Just float Spells/Miracles/Fancies to me for approval. And keep in mind the more powerful something is the harder it is to do.)[b]Additional:[/b] (Anything additional you want to add.) Example Characters Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Player Name: 宮崎 character Name: Forgetful Hyena Age: 36Archetype: Trickster Merchant Appearance: Forgetful Hyena is a wiry man with a shiny bald head. His forehead creases are often as visible as the wry smile plastered across his face. With large wide set ears and a long nose he’s easily recognizable and considered a bit funny looking by most. Frequently dirt is left on his hands which are worn from his work digging. Despite an outward thin appearance he has a hidden kick to him, beneath the clothing muscles of a man practiced in combat. One could note his right leg is slightly more muscular than the left. Dark irises often stare at those before him as he keeps a cheery look. Species/Race: Human. Weight: 180 lb Height: 5’10Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn: Donned mostly in black leather armor. A cauldron protects his left shoulder made of steel. His right shoulder features a tan leather mantle. Fond of black, he also sports dark leather gloves and boots, over his heart is a patch of further tan leather. Thicker leather reinforcements protect his thighs. Weapons: In his right-hand Hyena wields a long red spear and in his left a tall square shield, yellow with a black two-headed bird on it. Inventory: Eye of Death, Divine Blessing, Prism Stone, Humanity, Twin Humanity, Crescent Axe, Mace, Canvas Talisman, Thorough Talisman, Mask of the Father, Make of the Mother, Mask of the Child, Cleric Helm, Cleric Armor, Cleric Gauntlets, Cleric Leggings. Personality: Hyena is a mischievous man. He enjoys playing simple pranks and goofs. Sometimes they go wrong, but usually he is forgiven for his innocent mistakes. Quite happy-go-lucky, those around Hyena find him endearing despite his faults. Dreams: To be rich. Nightmares: Death, and not being rich. History: Hyena was born quite a while ago. He is a world traveler who spent much of his youth exploring. Early on he found himself in a bit of trouble after accidentally knocking a Demon Slayer into a pit, but was soon after forgiven. It was his first notable act and afterward he became quite well known as a little lovable devil. Afterward Hyena somehow again accidentally knocked a Chosen Undead into a pit, but was forgiven and became good friends with the fellow. Years later some sort of fever afflicted Hyena making him believe he was a spider, which would be impossible. In this delirious state he once again knocked someone, a good Hunter, into a pit. Afterward he aided them in their quest. Finally, Hyena was last spotted after playing a little prank on an Ashen One, lowering a bridge they were trying to cross. Somehow a Giant got into the mix, but after they became good friends. Hyena lost his memory later and that same Ashen One recovered it for him, as thanks Hyena tried to offer a friendly gesture but accidentally kicked the Ashen One into a pit.(For this section just be reasonable. Yet there is no point buy, but try to keep a character within reason. Capable, but not unstoppable and not capable of doing absolutely everything. It's good to have focuses.) Skills/Knowledge: History, Multiverse-Theorist, Kicking, Social Engineering Capabilities: Able to kick anyone into a pit from behind. Magic: Heal - “Elementary miracle cast by clerics. Restores HP. To cast a miracle, the caster learns a tale of the Gods, and says a prayer to be blessed by its revelations. Heal is the shortest of such miraculous tales.” Great Heal Excerpt - “Great miracle cast by advanced clerics. Restores high HP. Great Heal Excerpt borrows from only several verses of Great Heal. As a result, it can only be cast a stark few times.” Additional: Likes to say “Brut.” Approved Characterize Heart Xis Dexterous - Character of Hobbes1266 (#msg14607744)Mitsuki Yang - Character of Dragon (#msg14607798)Sheila Correa - Character of Akkad (#msg14608156)Did Stove - Character of Ironwolf85 (#msg14608339)Bo Sing RO - Character of Iron Quill (#msg14618022)(Here will be links to the posted character sheets). Player Name:Hobbes1266Character Name:Role Heart Xis DexetrossAge:24Archetype:Disgraced soldier turned bandit Appearance:Role (is fair skinned and tall for a human, with dark brown hair braided behind her and emerald eyes, nearly universal traits among the slave soldiers of Zara's army. The soldier has a slim body with taut defined muscles visible under her skin marked with many scars primarily from whippings and a series of symbols branded on the left side of her neck, stretch marks visible on her stomach. The tips of her fingers and her lips are practically white, her nose a Rosa red. Species/Race:Human Weight:149lbsHeight:6'1"Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn:Role wears a tattered, worn and cut uniform of an overseer, of the scout division, of the Dexterous millennium, of the High Queen Zara's slave army. Role's uniform consists of long leather boots, elbow length leather gloves and leather shoulder guards atop a tough faded dark blue and red lined pocketed fabric long coat, atop a combination of a belt and straps that act as a holster, sheath and multiple satchels and pouches, atop a tough faded red fabric vest and slightly more flexible but less protective faded blue trousers, with warm and long black undergarments beneath. Weapons:Twin swords and a flintlock pistol Inventory:-gunpowder with a single bullet-tarnished blood covered silver coins with a combination of four different but reoccurring symbols etched into each-aged sausage and a small bag of moldy cornmeal-flint and steel-a knife-small strips of worn cloth-poisonous numbing herbs-metal flask of old cold needle tea-crumbled rose petals-a broken collapsible spy glass-a rune carved opal-a used up heat stone-a whistle that sounds like howling wind Personality:Focused and determined, cool and analyzing with hints of passion hidden beneath Dreams:To learn what became of her family and join them, kill the High Queen Zara Nightmares:Losing her family, failing her duties, retreat, and betraying a loved one History:Unit one thousand and twenty-three was born into Zara's slave army and did not receive her name until after she passed her training and was assigned to the Dexterous millennium. Role Heart Xis was assigned to the scout unit of the Dexterous and taken as the scouts overseers assistant, being mentored with the intention of having her take his place one day. There were only a very few years of scouting, against the High Queen's numerous enemies, before the scouting party that Role and the overseer had been leading were, caught,in an ambushed, though the party soldiers won the skirmish they did not escape unscathed, one soldier died in battle and several were mortally injured including the Overseer. The mortally injured soldiers used numbing herbs to complete their mission before the survivors returned home carrying the possessions of their fallen. With her mentor lain to rest, Role was made an overseer to organize and take partial authority for the Dexterous scouts, being given orders directly from the free generals of the High Queen's military. Role obediently leads as she was commanded, managing the soldiers under her as best she could, meeting with general as they called her to audience, relaying and interpreting the orders she was given. During her time leading Role grew ever closer to one of her generals, soon blooming into a romance. It wasn't uncommon nor forbidden for generals and other free soldiers to take sexual advantage of slave soldiers, but it was forbidden for slave soldiers and free individuals to form such close relationships. After some time together Role and the general married in secret and soon Role became pregnant with her secret husbands' child, and he forged orders claiming that she had been made to breed with another slave. When Role gave birth to her child, her son was taken away to be raised and trained, her husband keeping an eye tabs on their son as much as he could without drawing suspicion. It was several years before the couple heard rumor that their secret had been discovered, quickly getting their child who did not know them, Role's husband removing the magical arm bands used to track the slaves from his wife and child. The family ran, but soon soldiers were sent to hunt them, and they were found by a small hunting party. Role's family ran while she tried to fend off their pursuers, and they managed to escape while she managed to kill her former allies without receiving any fatal injuries. Role searched for her family but found no trace of them, forced to seek shelter by a blizzard. Role survived for nearly a year searching for her family and attacking caravans for supplies before the winter took her, freezing to death in her sleep with a coin and rose petals wrapped in cloth clenched to her chest, buried under snow desperately holding a heat stone that had long since gone cold never knowing the fate of her family. Skills/Knowledge:-twin bladed combat-pistol marksmanship-group combat tactics-military etiquette-slave etiquette-stealth-scouting-bush craft-cold weather survival-cartography-geography-gymnastics-climbing-rudimentary sorcery-wind songs Capabilities:Poison resistant. Due to the often poisonous performance enhancing drugs that the slave army were regularly given, Role and the other soldiers adapted to metabolize poisons more effectively than regular humans, causing many fatal poisons to simply be debilitating, debilitating poisons to be horribly sickening, and so on. Magic:-soul hide-soul sight-hush-soul light (Name:pdragonCharacter Name:Mitsuki Manage:32Archetype:Ronin Widow Appearance:Originally a woman of soft, demure beauty (Mitsuki's body has been weathered both by battle and the effects of her resurrection. Her formerly supple, porcelain skin is now stone gray, her lips black as pitch. She bears scars of various battles, both on her face and along her body, though through all these aspects of her beauty still shine through. Her hair falls in long, dark tresses, usually tied back for practical reasons but was cut loose in the midst of her final battle. Though the most striking change is her eyes, darkened sclera with irises of searing white, giving off an ethereal glow and what appear to be small wisps of soul, as if her newly returned spirit is slowly leaking back out of her body. Her altered state is not immediately apparent, however, as most of the time she keeps herself fully garbed in her armor. Taken from the dead husband, Mitsuki's armor is distinctly different from that found in the western lands, composed of many small parts and heavily ornamented. The helmet is shaped to resemble the face of a demon, intending to intimidate foes, and creates an overall otherworldly look. Originally crafted for her husband, the armor has undergone minimal changes since she took possession of it, and as such it heavily masks her lithe figure and gives her the appearance of a wider frame, making it impossible to tell that she's a woman at first glance. Species/Race:Human - KamuyWeight:135lbHeight:5'8Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn:-A suit of armor (passed down from her husband. Woven from metal "scales" and layered lacquered plates, the armor is primarily designed to protect against slashing weapons, and is thus most heavily plated at the hips and shoulders where diagonal cuts are most frequently aimed.-Traveling Lantern-A waist slung pack for carrying supplies-water gourd-A whistle carved into the wrist of her left gauntlet, used for signalling allies Weapons:-Nagasaki (- a curved sword with an extended blade and handle, meant to be wielded as both a great sword and a pole arm.-Tango (- A straight bladed short sword/dagger, meant to be used in close combat or confined spaces where larger weapon would be too cumbersome to wield.-Throwing Knives Inventory:-flint/tinder-oil flasks-rope-ink and brushes-paper scrolls-rations-pouches of powdered glass Personality:Mitsuki is stern and resolute in her demeanor, almost statuesque to a point. She takes her duties seriously, and keeps herself mentally and emotionally guarded at almost all times, maintaining a terse, no nonsense report with others. This is of course a necessary mask born from her situation. Driven by grief at the loss of her husband, she forces a strict attitude upon herself in order to remain controlled and focused, knowing that giving into her emotions will only bring instability and cause her to make fatal mistakes. Also as a woman taking up her husband's mantel, she felt incredible pressure to prove herself and not show any weakness, having to both prove a woman could make a proper soldier, and fill the shoes with one of the army's most revered warriors. When she allows herself to relax her strict attitude, however, she is capable of both motherly affection and boisterous camaraderie. Having never bore children of her own, she began seeing the men under her command as surrogate sons, a relationship that garnered her much respect and loyalty from her troops. This also allowed her to bond with her peers while maintaining strict boundaries, as she has sworn to never take another lover after her husband. Dreams:To honor her husband's legacy and preserve the Yang name. Defeat the Huns hi. Eventually be reunited with her love in death. Nightmares:Bringing shame to her family. Failing to protect her people. Never seeing her husband again. History:longMitsuru hails from a land to the east, known as Kama. Her people, the Kabul, where a proud race, built upon the concepts of honor and duty, where strong warriors where respected above all else, often revered as great heroes, and status could be gained not only through birth, but through the sword. One such men to rise through battle was a soldier by the name of Tour Yang, a farmer's son whose talent allowed to him to rise to great prominence. Eventually he would rise high enough through the ranks that he would be offered the hand of a nobleman's daughter, Mitsuki. While their marriage had been arranged, the two were quick to grow fond of each other, having fallen deeply in love by the time they were wed. Being the daughter of a noble, and the wife of a fast rising officer, Mitsuki's life was a comfortable one, and she was content to live the quiet life of a bride for the rest of her days. Fate however, had other plans. The reason Kama had developed such a warrior culture, was because it was often challenged by its many neighbors. The biggest threat among them were the Huns hi, a coalition of nomadic tribes whose harsh lifestyle and environment forged them into truly fearsome warriors. Their sudden invasion was not the first time the Kabul and Huns hi had gone to war, but it was easily the bloodiest and most ruthless conflict in either peoples' history. For years the two sides battled, losing and gaining ground in equal measure, exchanging victories and defeats back to back like a pair of fighters slamming into each other blow for blow. The Kabul suffered many casualties, and among them was Tour, at that point a captain in the Royal Army. Having been protected from the most horrific parts of the war thanks to her status, seeing her husband's body presented before her was her first true taste of the tragedy it wrought. Something broke within her. Like a bursting dam of emotion. She felt dread, confusion, sorrow, all the normal things a widowed wife would feel at the loss of her beloved husband. However, something else welled up in her as well, burning like fire and festering like a wound. Rage...hatred...a desire for revenge so hot it seared her soul. She wanted them to pay, every last one of them. And she didn't want to just sit back and watch others dish out that vengeance on her behalf, she wanted to do it with her own hands. After the funeral Mitsuki shut herself away in the family's manor for months. Most though it was simply to grieve in solitude, but in actuality she was training. Her husband had taught her the basics of how to fight, just as a playful way to spend time together, never actually intending for her to use anything she learned. But Mitsuki took that fundamental knowledge and threw herself into rigorous training, drilling herself for hours and hours on end, only stopping to eat, sleep, and when her body simply gave out from the strain. She trained until she puked, until her muscles screamed, and her vision blurred, but fueled by that fire burning inside her, she never allowed herself to stop, nor even to slow down. Several months later, after Tour's death had all but been forgotten, swept under the tides of war, a figure wearing his armor and baring his sword would march into imperial headquarters. At first some believed that Tour had perhaps had a son who he had passed his mantel onto, and their shock when Mitsuki revealed herself under his helm was palpable. With unflinching conviction she joined her late husband's ranks, cutting through swaths of Huns hi with insatiable bloodlust, appearing like a specter to the superstitious tribes, the vengeful spirit of one of their fallen enemies risen again to exact its revenge upon them. It didn't take long for Mitsuki to rise up to her husband's post, taking command of his men and leading the charge in many battles, her fighting spirit and inspiring story helping to turn the tides of the war back in their favor. Eventually the Huns hi were driven out of their land entirely, forced to retreat westward for foreign lands. Resolved to never let them pose a threat to their people again, a portion of the Kabul's army was sent to pursue the fleeing Huns hi and eradicate them for good. Mitsuki was one of the leaders of this mission, having become a figurehead for her people's desire for vengeance against their enemy. Unfortunately as they chased the Huns hi to the west, they discovered that the tribes had made allies with some of the foreign kingdoms, who mistakenly saw the vengeful Kabul as the aggressors, fearing invasion of their own lands at their hands. With their forces bolstered the Huns hi were able to repel the Kabul's attack, their forces now forced to retreat in the face of the combined armies. In order to cover their escape, a battalion of warriors opted to stay behind, making a last stand against their foes and slaying as many Huns hi as possible. Mitsuki stood tall at the head of this battalion, inspiring the others to abandon their fear and fight to the last breath. For almost an entire day straight Mitsuki and her men fought without pause, cutting through man after man like a hoard of demons. Many died of exhaustion before a blade could ever pierce their flesh, and when Mitsuki herself finally fell on an enemy's sword, it only reinvigorated the remaining troops to fight even harder. Piled among countless corpses in an unfamiliar land, Mitsuki's death was not a glamorous one, but it was an honorable one. Back home she and the others who stayed behind were all heralded as heroes. The story of Tour and Mitsuki became one of the land's most popular tales, the legend of "The Immortal Yang", a warrior so mighty that they had to be killed twice before they stopped fighting. And while they may have failed in eradicating the Huns hi, the western kingdoms were so shaken by the Kabul's final stand that they never dared venture eastward to retaliate, nor did the Huns hi themselves ever return to their native lands. Their efforts forever securing the kingdom's western flank. Skills/Knowledge:sword play, hand-to-hand, horse riding, strategy, calligraphy, cooking, gardening, poetry, dancing, singing Capabilities:Tireless Endurance-In order to wield her husband's heavy equipment effectively, Mitsuki has undergone intense physical training to boost her stamina, training that she maintained near constantly even during her service. This along with her indomitable will allow her to fight for hours on end, past the point where most would give out.Precision-Lacking the raw strength of her male counterparts, Mitsuki compensates with an increased focus on efficiency and precision in combat. As such she's highly skilled at scouting out an opponent's potential weak spots and ruthlessly targeting them. Magic:none Additional: Player Name: AkkasCharacter Name: Sheila Correlate: 34Archetype: Fighter and protector Appearance: Sheila's most significant aspect is her shoulder-length hair, which has an orange hue. Its separation is on the right side, giving her some bangs on the left side of her face. Her face is slightly long yet symmetrical. Her eyes are light brown and her big eyebrows are orange too, confirming that that's her natural color. Her light skin is tanned by the sun. She is more muscular than the average woman, though she does not have the frame of a bodybuilder. She has four sets of scars; the four wounds that could've killed her but didn't. They are usually hidden underneath her clothes. Species/Race: Human Weight: 47 kg (103lb)Height: 165 cm (5'5)Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn: She wears layers of good quality practical clothes. Nothing loose and nothing flowy. She has a sleeveless shirt tucked in her pants with a long sleeve shirt on top of that, and a leather bodice. Her pants have a couple deep pockets. Her brown boots are a mid-calf height. She wears a belt with a dagger attached to it. Around her neck hangs a chain with a broken pendant of one and a half wing. Weapons: The dagger on her belt. Inventory: -Personality: Sheila is a hypocrite. She can claim things like "people don't change", even though she did. She prefers to stay away from people that are or might be a bad influence. Furthermore, she is stubborn and rarely changes her mind. Nonetheless, she is a nice person who can put someone else's needs above her own. If she cares about someone, she would go to extreme lengths to help them. She does not like to hang out with weak people (either physically or mentally), as she fears she might harm them. Dreams: Control over her emotions. She wants to never lose herself in her anger again. She wants to help people get happier and achieve what they want. Flying. For a part of her life, she had wings and whenever she used them, she felt happiest. To hang out with her friend. Purely platonic, she truly loves her best friend Aero. Nightmares: Ironically, death. She is a real survivor and almost got killed a couple of times, which made her fight for her life. Her own anger. She wants to be a good person and keep good people out of harm's way. But she knows that she cannot see friend from foe when she's mad. Going back to her old life. While she misses her family, she does not miss the kind of people they were. They were nasty and evil, and she can see now that those are very bad things. The man who got closest to actually killing her. Years later he tried again and succeeded. History: Sheila was the youngest of her siblings and she loved to hang out with her brothers - she had a strong dislike to their sister. Since she was a child, she already got a reputation that she was highly dangerous and should not be approached. Whenever she got mad, which then was often, she would lash out and rage and be unstoppable. Only her family knew how to calm her down. One day, their father needed all of them to fight for him, as there was a strong opponent challenging him. Most of them died that day, and Sheila was presumed dead. She got wounded badly and decided that fleeing was the only way to survive. During her trip she passed out and when she awoke, she was somewhere very different with very different people around her. Whereas her own people generally had a mean personality and would fix problems with violence, these creatures were loving and kind and warm. If they wanted to, they could even grow wings and fly. They were human, but they called themselves angels to clarify that they could fly. Sheila's original people were also human but called themselves demons because they were meaner than others. Although Sheila was unaware of this, she was special for her kind. The moment she had decided to leave the battlefield, she became one of the angels. As she learned more about them, she wanted to be more like them. She started to learn to control herself and to be nicer. Of course, she still suffered the occasional downfall. After her first and worst downfall, she met a guy named Aero who helped her through it. He soon became her best friend. They helped and taught each other a lot, and saved each other a couple of times. But the last battle, even their combined strengths weren't enough to save them. Aero was the lesser fighter and fell first, after which Sheila raged and lost focus. Their attackers were specialized in stripping angels of what made them, so as they killed her, they took away her wings and returned her to her original self. Skills/Knowledge: Great fighter. Some natural skills run in the family, and she trained them since she was young. Her tactic is to hurt her opponent as badly as possible, unrewarding whether she gets hurt in the process. Knows how to treat wounds. Her friend Aero was a great doctor, and he taught her some things. Languages. She learned basically all human languages from traveling the world. Capabilities: Very strong. Her muscles don't show the full extent of her strength. She has not yet met a man stronger than she. Magic: Soul Sorcery. She can make objects heavier or lighter. She needs to keep her focus on it to keep the weight altered. Her power is limited to objects, she cannot alter living things. This ability also enables her to see how much something originally weighs. Additional: If she gets mad, her eyes gradually turn orange. One of the battles that gave her a scar, damaged a lung, making her more vulnerable to attacks that leave her breathless. Player name: ironwolf85Character Name:Did AstovelAge:37? Archetype:Reluctant Idol, Herald without a church(large Minotaur in well-made bronze armor, leaning heavily on the human side of the hybrid spectrum with blonde hair, blue eyes. The armor is of form fitting and comes from a previous era, molded to the wearer's physique. He's actually small for his subspecies. Measuring only 8 feet compared to the typical 10 for a Minotaur. Species/Race:Idol (hybrid)(7inAttire/Armor/Gear/Worn:A set of somewhat light bronze armor, far more sturdy than it should be. A backpack usually full of random equipment. Weapons:Heavy Heater Shield, Morning Star, Axe, bronze talisman.(potions, alchemist kit, Bronze Talisman, elemental salves, rope, oil, lantern. Personality:intelligent and introverted, a bit shy but prone to deal with problems head on. A bit obsessed with his gear and equipment Dreams:The world is dying, Did dreams of its revival. He wants to discover what happened to the people who fled his village, and the church he once followed. Nightmares:"I am not a monster. I will not be a monster. You cannot make me." History:Grandson of Belarus the Bronze Bull, Lord of fertility, bringer of rain, eater of men, one of the old gods of the bone coast. Did is the result of a gorgon raid and his mother's temporary enslavement. When rescued by a knight of the iron church, she was with child. She loved her son. But his linage had been obvious from the day of his birth. It's fairly obvious something is supernatural when a child must be weaned off an unnatural hunger for human flesh, and wild instincts of pan-like revelry. But while one can accuse the iron church of many things. Their enthusiasm and thoroughness is not among them. Putting the young man's physical strength to work in the iron forges, and his spiritual strength to work for the iron church. When the raiders from the south came again decades later. He held the line alongside the million with a wood-axe. In the end the village was over-run, but at great cost. The defenders buying time for their loved ones to escape to the sea. Dio's story does not end atop the stone altar. For he was indeed an idol blessed by providence. The days are growing thin, and the light fades, chains of fate are broken. Gods old and new revived near the end of the world. The linage of Bleak among them. Even it's wayward sons. Dio has equipped himself with the equipment from the temple armory, and set forth, not knowing what the world will bring. But hoping to play some greater role again. Skills/Knowledge:hand to hand, formation fighting, engineering, alchemy, prayer, smiting, smelting, & weapon care. Capabilities:Body of Bronze (supernatural endurance and strength, even without the armor) soul absorption (just because he has it doesn't mean he embraces it...yet) Regeneration after death Magic:Miracles, Heal, Great heal, Regeneration, Lightning Bolt, Lighting weapon Additional:Sorta going with a bit more of a typical dark fantasy hero who is just starting out, combining ideas from raven loft and my Dark Souls 2 build. Using stupidly heavy gear with stupidly high HP, load weight, and a lot of utility gear. Player Name:IronQuillCharacter Name:Bo Sing Rage:60Archetype:Itinerant Assassin Appearance:At a humble 5’6”, of indiscernible eastern stock and stout strength, Sing looks to all a man who walked the path of hardship. Sun baked skin on a stocky frame of broad shoulders and thick limbs, marked by scars left by beasts and blades alike. His head is clean-shaven, a beard of a dark shade adorns his lips, flecked with strands of gray, a nose healed from being thrice broken and dark brown eyes centerpiece his grizzled visage. Species/Race:Human Weight:180 lbs Height:5’6”Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn: (he hails, sandstorms flay the skin of the unprepared and the high hanging sun can roast even the hardiest of hides. The beasts are quick, and the bandits even quicker, so the seasoned wanderer needs to wear gear that reflect these harsh conditions. And a seasoned killer needs to know how to not look out of place in the myriad of drifters and caravans. At a distance, Sing looks like every other dirty drifter with a sword, under a wide rattan hat and a ragged scar, covered in a musty tunic and ragged half-trousers with cloth wrapped shoes. The only indication of swordsmanship is the segmented cauldron on his left shoulder, leashed to his torso with a harness, and the old brown sash girt around his belly that holds his saber. Under those rags however, is enough armor to protect him from a lucky sword stroke. Affixed to the underside of his rattan hat is an iron cap with an av entail of chain mail. Under his tunic is a waist-deep hauberk of faille, and under that is a silk shirt that has caught more than its fair share of arrows. Underneath the cloth wraps of his leggings are iron splints that protect his shins from slashing. Weapons:- Horse Chopper (A broad headed, heavy saber popular among wanderers and readers across the east, history says it a holdover from an old dynasty that once ruled before Siphon Sancho, though why it is called a Horse Chopper is not known.- Throwing Daggers: Hidden in his sleeve are quite a few flat, slender blades well suited for throwing at people.- Short Shovel: More of a tool than anything, but the old blood stains on the head speaks lengths of Sing’s practicality.- Clay Bomb: One of countless inventions to come out of Siphon Sancho, hand sized ceramic pots filled with black powder especially mixed to burst than burn. Not as destructive as a fireball cast from a competent wizard, but the shrapnel and concussive force is enough to knock out several fighters at once. Sing likes to keep a few under the folds of his tunic. Inventory:- Bamboo Tankard-Hemp rope and grapple hook-Rations- Sea Knife-Flint and Tinder Personality:Keep moving forward. That has been Sing’s mantra ever since he was a little boy, from caravaned, bandit and mercenary, to wanderer, through every trial, triumph, and tragedy, that has been his comfort, his supra. Burn as many bridges as Bo Sing RO has, and the only direction a man can go from there is forward. When knocked down, get back up. When pushed back, push back even harder. He is wry, jolly, and possessed of hard won wisdom that turns into a brutal sense of pragmatism and a vicious type of low cunning. His loyalty can be bought, but his friendship must be earned, and his heart still beats with the fire of his youth. He can be a loving friend and partner, a passionate enemy, and one hell of a drinking buddy. Dreams:The world is a big place, even if it is getting smaller and dying, and Bo Sing Row ants to see more of it before death becomes a more permanent arrangement. Nightmares:Even after going so many tribulations, Sing still fears the notion of being trapped in any circumstance before even his journey has been completed. Sing chooses where he goes and how he gets there, he does not want that taken from him. History:Bo Sing RO hails from the land of Jo’RAI Ce, a vassal kingdom of the Siphon Sancho that rests nestled in the border between the empire and the Steppes of the Talker. It is a distant and terrible desert where the winds from the Steppes blow in and flay the skin of the weak, and brigands from the starving masses of the great empire’s dregs gather and hide between the dunes. No one can say who are the true inhabitants of this land, as the armies and hordes of the great empires cross this realm countless times. Those who choose to stay here are the daring and desperate, as cacti farmers, camel nomads, hunter of horrific beasts, or marauders. The fate of a man is decided by his own mettle here. Bo Sing RO was just a little boy when his mother was taken from him, kidnapped from his father’s yurt to be some other nomad’s wife. Since then, it was just him and his father, herding camels from oasis to oasis. His father had only just begun to teach young Sing the way of the fist and sword, when his own life was taken by a rival’s arrow, and Bo Sing RO was all that remained of family when he was eighteen years old. And alone, Sing had to survive the wastes of Jo’RAI Ce. Eight years were survived, and many more would have been until Sing realized that nothing good could be taken from this hostile land and so left Jo’RAI Ce for greener lands. As he left his homeland for good, Sing embarked on an aimless exodus that took him to the far reaches of the East and beyond. In the capital of Siphon he learned the virtues of silence and cunning, creeping through the shadowed streets and thieving what he could to survive. In the lands of the ferocious and tragic Huns hi, he furthered his understanding of martial valor, mastering the sword and fist. In his travels through Gary, he learned the ways of music and art, although poorly at his own admittance. For years upon years Sing traveled, and learned so much from the lands he visited; Sing could have been anything he wanted, but in his heart he knew he was still a son of terrible Jo’RAI Ce, and a killer’s spirit ran through his family. With all that he learned, he honed his skills as a killer for hire. He lent his skills to those who could afford it, and proved himself an accomplished slayer. He has killed many men and women, many who were deserving of their deaths and many who were not; but he does not regret any of them. Life has taught Sing that life was cheap, his own included, and so for many more years he lived this killer’s life he chose for himself, always walking towards the horizon. One day he realized that he had grown old, older than most mortal men could hope for. He felt… tired at that moment. He was in a sunny plain on that day, the wind was blowing gently, cooling his haggard body. Furthermore, he found a spot on the side of a hill, laid down, and closed his eyes for a nap. At that moment, decades of fighting and perilous struggle had finally caught up to the old wanderer and so when closed his eyes, it was for the final time. But somehow, by the whim of the gods, or by the powers of something different, Bo Sing RO opened his eyes. Skills/Knowledge:Do not underestimate the man who grows old in a career that often kills the young. Bo Sing RO is not a well known assassin, but he is one who does a very excellent job of being one. Time and old scars have waned his strength and hobbled his stamina, but his experience more than compensates for it.- Accomplished swordsman and duelist.- Savvy Pugilist-Adept at stealth and ambush tactics- A crack shot with a bow-None too shabby on the saddle- A survivalist to his core Capabilities:Uncanny Agility - Sing’s an old fella, but he is alarmingly spry despite that. His finesse and dexterity more than makes up for in what he lacks in brute strength. In another life, he could have been one hell of a trapeze act. Linguist - Through a combination of sympathetic scholars, blind luck, and good intuition, Sing knows quite a few languages. Talker, Wangchaonese, San’Miranda, and a smudge of Gothic. Obfuscating - Never mind what's been said before. Bo Sing RO is just a silly old man who has drank too much wine and took in too much sunlight in his time. Nothing to worry about. Certainly not a seasoned killer who would kill a man for a penny. Nothing more. Magic:None Additional:Bo Sing RO is a ninja in all but name, but in a more traditional sense than what has been portrayed in popular media. Dirty tricks, cunning tactics, and good old fashion swordsmanship is the bread and butter of this wacky old uncle. Player Name:WaitingCynicismCharacter Name:Aelfric Age:21Archetype:Chivalrous Knight(is a broadly built, tall, well-muscled young man. He is 6’3 and athletically built, broad of shoulder. His hair is a curly golden blonde, his eyes a royal blue. Species/Race:Human Weight:200 lbs Height:6’3”Attire/Armor/Gear/Worn:He generally wears a set of chain mail and a simple blue tunic and brown breeches with leather boots and a thick fur cloak. When court is in session, he will dress more formally, in kingly clothes, but he prefers his tunics and breeches to the robes of the court. He also carries some bandoliers when out journeying, and has lightweight boiled leather for when journeying. Weapons:He carries a buckler and a hand axe as well as a spear, a bow, and some arrows. Inventory:Rations, arrows, bedroll, blanket, wine skin, flint and steel. Personality:Aelfric is a simple and kind man, always more than willing to lend a hand whenever he can. He is openly proud of his relationship with Medical, and is not afraid to show his affection for him in public. Yet at the same time, he is somewhat shy, much preferring the company of his family and closest friends to large crowds. Dreams:Besides finding his husband, he wants to eventually start a family with his husband if he still lives. Nightmares:Aelfric worries he will never find Medical again - or that Medical is gone for good. History:Aelfric is the eldest son of King Allowing, the King of Anglia and Anweledig. Despite being the heir, Aelfric had little interest in history or magical studies, preferring the study of knighthood and strategy, as well as studying the blade and more generally, the art of combat. When he was 19, a tourney was held, and it was there Prince Aelfric met Prince Medical, the son of Stomach, the King of Author and Duchies. The two got drunk, fooling around in the stables and a tavern. Yet this would turn out to be more than a drunken one-night stand. The two fell in love, eventually marrying and privately talking about starting a family. Then, the plague came. The two died in each other's arms the same night. Some say a broken heart, some say the plague. Yet Aelfric just found himself awake - even after death. Medical wasn't next to him. Skills/Knowledge:Hunting, riding, dancing, axe combat, blocking Capabilities:n/magic:n/additional:(Anything additional you want to add.)

Ephemeral Souls - Character Sheets Thread|rating:3.0

A champion's duty (Krakenknight & Arkaniel)

Snow point Mountains “World’s ceiling”(cold air was flowing all around her as she moved, icy fingers secreting themselves wherever they could gain a foothold along her neck and ears. It had probably been a mistake to carry only one coat. Cynthia Skylark adjusted the hem of her frilled black overcoat, letting the soft midnight of her mare wool collar keep the heat close to her trim yet well-defined form. She was slim, decked all in black, black slacks black boots, a black turtleneck obscured by a Taurus leather jacket all of which were eclipsed by her long fluff lined coat. The dark clothing made her stand out, a speck of darkness on the driven snow a scuttling spider on the roof of the world. The ice glinted harshly, making her adjust the gain on her sunglasses to keep from being blinded by the sun as it continued its lazy half circuit through the skies above the Champion’s stunning blonde head. It was truly beautiful this high up, she’d always wanted to see these particular ruins rather than the scant half forgotten black and white photographs from her grandmother’s album a long time now, and she was almost there, just one more turn… She stopped; her stunning view was now blocked. A massive obsidian rock jutted up like the tooth of a legendary dragon, its massive umbra creating pockets of deep gray contrasting with the brilliant white of the snow covered peaks around them. A giant middle finger to the endeavors of many an explorer caught unprepared. Cynthia was not unprepared.“Come out Sarky,” she said calling out her star Pokémon with a little flourish truly unneeded in this lonely expanse but still she had a certain level of expectation as her gar chomp burst from his poke ball in a shower of white energy the land shark Pokémon’s rough skin making a slight sawing sound as he whipped around to grin at her, his crested forehead bowed in respect to his trainer. Cynthia smiled, she’d worked very hard to get that bow, and it satisfied her to see her once proud and noble partner so humbled and respectful. He’d been a challenge to train and as she directed him to the black boulder the champion felt the corners of her mouth ease into a confident smile. With a crack the land shark’s fins sliced into the boulder with an effortless strength his teeth glinting in the white sunlight, his tail swinging as he effortlessly tossed the rocks over the cliff. Leaving a lightly iced path for his mistress to cross giving her a closed eye smile as she briefly petted his crest and then picked off the tiny flecks of vinyl that had been shredded off her glove with a well-meaning smile. She pulled out the ball again and recalled her gar chomp, best to keep him close in this weather. The ruins were ahead now; the long tall tower that had once stretched 15 stories now lay broken in 3 pieces, making triangles the blonde haired beauty began to bend her knees as she stooped under a low hanging section of broken tower moving around on the snow as she walked. It was so quiet here, a dead city, long abandoned by its inhabitants. She pulled out her camera and began to take pictures the beep of her camera taking shots as she shivered slightly in her clear cold air. It was around now she heard the noise, the trudge of footprints in the snow, probably just a wandering Abomasnow, but she still reached for her poke ball just in case it was a threat to her. Becoming Champion has been his dream since he was old enough to understand what a Pokémon was. Powerful, nearly completely sentient creatures with an unlimited potential that could become fierce warriors or the best companions. They weren’t pets. No, they came closer to being familiars as they were called in fantasy lore. Beings of great power that through training, care and perseverance could become extensions of their trainers. He had managed that, managed to gather a team that was an extension of himself, that shared his dream and that had reached the end goal of that dream. Last year, he had become Champion of the Kilos region, the most populated of all regions. Henry Snowden was one of the youngest trainers ever to become champion, managing to win a Pokémon league, challenge the Elite Four and defeat the previous Champion of his region by the time he was twenty-one, a mere five years after he started his journey. Trainers weren’t allowed to start their journey till they were seventeen and had attended at least two years of dedicated Pokémon trainer school instead of the usual four years of high school when they were fourteen. Now, Henry was the most powerful trainer of his region and according to the polling stations who tried to keep track, he belonged to the top three strongest Champions currently on the planet. Considering half the battle was strategy and tactics and quick wit, he didn’t think it could be measured so easily, and he knew Lance was one of the best battlers ever with his team of near legendary dragons. Cynthia was the other contender in the top three and she... well... she was magnificent, in his opinion. A beautiful and smart woman, a cunning strategist and someone whom obviously cared for their Pokémon. Those who only chose for rigorous training and strict discipline over their Pokémon might be ahead of the curve in power compared to other trainers, but to unlock the true potential of a Pokémon, one needed a bond of friendship... no, something that went beyond friendship. That was how he’d unlocked the mega evolution of his Harvard. Now, he was at Snow point, in Singh. He wanted to trace the other regions in excursions of a month at a time. Back home, he was under heavy media scrutiny and people challenged him daily for battles, though they could only claim his title if they’d first beaten all the Elite Four. The ruins here were ancient, and it was much colder than he was generally used to. Snow, his Glace on, the Pokémon he’d started his journey with as an Levee, was having the time of her life yipping happily in the snow. The little blue and pale halfbreed with feline and canine traits darted around him through the snow as he reached the ruins themselves. He had felt drawn here, to this point, though he didn’t understand why, not yet. He loved travelling and exploring, though, and he’d visited all of Kilos many ruins, eve finding the most ancient one thanks to Team Flare’s machinations. He started climbing the path, drawn by the footsteps of a female that was tracking the larger footsteps of something else, could be anything. With a gesture, he called Snow close as he started ascending the path. (a champion had actually almost been an accident for Cynthia, yes she’d trained her team, but it was more of an idle interest on the long days of studying with her grandmother once upon a time. She’d known she was strong, if only when she was able to slip her bodyguard and go into the woods to train herself. She tensed a little and wondered if perhaps it was him, no for all his faults he’d kept his word. Her hand moved away from her hip, back to her poke balls, she wouldn’t need her hold out unless she was surprised after all. She moved more stealthily, sliding behind one of the larger ice decked pillars a shower of snow slipping under her boots as she moved into a position to get the drop over the way she’d come in, slipping her hand into her belt she called out her Glace on“Yuki come out,” she whispered the exploded Powerball showering everything in a brief halo of light, the strange hybrid of canine and feline features keening slightly as the ice Pokémon bounded up the jumping point standing on a cliff face above the entrance. Cynthia cracked her knuckles a little studying the trainer that emerged closely. He was younger than she was, she could see… He looked familiar, like she should probably know who he was, but she also knew this place was restricted. She stood up to her full height standing proud as she tapped the fallen pillar.“Excuse me are you lost?” she asked, making sure that the sun obscured her outline partially. “You do know this is a restricted area, I hope you have a permit,” She was confident, preserving ancient ruins was her primary job, at least that’s the way she saw it. When she has taken the champions title, and it had given her pride, but it had been more for the access that it gave her to everything else in the region that had been her true motivation. She placed her hands on her hips her long blond hair whipping behind her like a tail, her eyes flashing slightly with a righteous but still caring look. She wasn’t about to throw him under the bus so to speak, at the same time that you couldn’t just be a normal person walk up to this sanctum, day will file more dangerous things than the champion of the Pokémon league up at this altitude. The winds cut into the exposed parts of her face, but she wanted to be identifiable, she might not know exactly who this newcomer was, but she suspected that he would know who she was even if she hadn’t paid much attention to the rankings in the league. Under the circumstances even a challenge would be acceptable, she was a woman traveling alone after all, she couldn’t be expected to allow a man to get the drop on her, even if he wasn’t wearing a ridiculous costume. Yuki gave a yip clearly responding to the trainer’s own Glace on, the Pokémon’s greeting a lot more friendly than her own. Normally Cynthia wouldn’t be this confrontational, but normally she wasn’t halfway up the mountain with no support. For not the first time, and probably not the last, she regretted that she didn’t have any travelling companions, a lot of other trainers did, Cynthia had many friends, but most of them had careers that meant they didn’t move a lot, honestly if she could get away with that she probably wouldn’t even go to the league events every year.“Well?” she asked expectantly. Henry started ascending the slope, until in the partial obscurity of shade at dusk and the sprinkling snow for the skies, he was stopped by the obscured view of a woman. The person stopping him was definitely a woman, for while he couldn’t recognize her with the lack of light, her shape couldn’t be anything else. A slim, slender, yet obviously feminine body with curves in all the right places under a long winters coat, her black clothes making her even more difficult to discern, until her voice sounded out, questioning why he was here, if he had a permit and whatnot. His reply was only stalled by the air of mystery and the way his Snow and her Glace on responded so happily to each other, yipping adorably at one another, a contrast to the tender meeting between the two trainers.“I’m Henry, I’m just exploring the world and I do have a permit.” He told her. As a Champion, he didn’t actually need specific permits. Begin a champion gave you top level clearance for... everything. The Pokémon league was not just a trainer organization, it was also a political organization, managing the regions, forming a body of oversight for the separate independent regions and the many local rulers. The Elite Four, the Champion and the Rangers policed as a combination of law enforcement and military, keeping the more dangerous Pokémon away from civilization, while also making sure the Pokémon abusing organizations were hunted down whenever they could. With top level clearance for everything, he could access any region, any location on the world that recognized the League as an oversight organization.“I don’t usually advertise this, but you seem rather serious, so... here is my ID.” He told her, stepping closer and offering her his DEX with all his public trainer info projected on the screen. As he came closer, he caught a whiff of scent from her hair and with the screen of his DEX lit up, he could make out a few more details. Long, long golden hair, a statuesque, nubile figure... was this Cynthia? His heart started beating just a little bit faster. Cynthia... if it was true, if his suspicions were right... then she was the woman every young man and quite a few of other age groups as well, had a crush on. She is the most beautiful woman on the planet, in his opinion. Furthermore, he admired her strength and was always drawn to her mysterious aura as she tended to avoid to many public commitments and appearances.“So... am I approved?” He questioned, his voice becoming more playful as the screen showed him being the Kilos Champion, so legally, there was nothing she could do to stop him. And unless she was actually Cynthia, there wasn’t anything she could do to stop him, at all. He was a Champion, after all, and ranked in the top three at that. His Pokémon were veritable monsters on the battlefield. (was not what she was expecting; it wasn’t a clueless tourist or some fabulous member of a ridiculous team but another champion. Cynthia didn’t have a problem with most of the other champions, at one point a long time ago she has been quite taken with Stephen Stone and his fabulous metal menagerie. Lance was obsessed with dragons and teasing that cousin of his. Cynthia recalled the last time she’d met Claire, that the woman desperately needed to confess her feelings, if only just to get it over with. They were people she was aware of, but most of them lived a long way away and didn't share her interests. Still she was pleasantly surprised, he wasn't a bad looking champ even if she preferred her men a little older. She smiled a little, her shoulders drooping slightly as she stuck her hands in her pockets. She tossed her golden blonde hair, letting it fly in the wind, her body accentuated by the harsh light as she leapt down, returning his ID with a practiced theatrical flourish.“Well I suppose this is all right, although I must say I'm surprised to see another Champion up here, did you run out of mountains on your side of the border?” she teased, her smile growing warmer as she crossed her arms. "Or are you one of those champions who go off to challenge other regions? I don't take challenges up on mountains like that Red boy,"This last bit wasn't really serious, the night silent Kant Champion had a bit of a reputation for taking his champions any time any place. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the fine powder of white that it settled there shake loose, as she reached out a hand to grasp his lightly her dainty fingers feeling like the caress of linen against his hand as she seemed to assess him. Down at her shin Yuki gave off a mewing sound, a small burst of energy expending as she wandered around to meet her counterpart from another region. The two ice Pokémon apparently just as interested as their human counterparts." It seems my Yuki likes your glace on," said Cynthia once their exchange was finished. "There's an old proverb about Glace on knowing the kind of person they want to raise them, so I'll take it as a good omen,"She felt her face flush a little, there was a little more to it than that, but that part about true lovers meeting on a frozen path with the spirit of snow was just a bit of romantic nonsense her grandmother liked to spin." I'm sorry if I snapped at you earlier, there have been a lot of reports about Pokémon thieves from Ogre in the area, so you have to be careful," she said truthfully. He listened to her little welcoming comments, almost chuckling at her small joke and how she seemed to be taken off guard by the fact he was a fellow champion. He even caught her blushing when she mentioned the legend about Galleons and their owners meeting. Furthermore, he knew the legend quite well, as it was very popular in romantic Kilos. Not in the least because his parents were Levee breeders, so he knew a lot about Levees in general. The young champion, only a few years his senior, looked even more stunningly gorgeous than usual with her faint blush, almost betraying her innocence as she likely knew the rest of the legend as well.“Oh, don’t play coy, Cynthia. I know all about that legend. It’s very popular in Kilos since we are one of the few three regions in the world where Levee can evolve in Galleons, just like Singh.” He told her. He didn’t elucidate further, because should the legend be true, Snow and Yuki liking each other this much meant that their trainers wouldn’t just become friends, but we’re destined to be soulmates. According to the legend at least. He didn’t put much stock in legends and prophecies when he was younger, but nowadays, as a Champion and during his journeys, he’d run into so many truly odd things had seen what Pokémon, including the legendarily, were truly capable off... and he was starting to become a believer. Hence, why he felt so drawn to all kinds of ancient ruins, to dig up more, literally and figuratively, about the ancient lore of how Pokémon shaped the world. His ambition was not the historic or archaeological part of these explorations, no. No, he wanted to know more about Pokémon till one day he could truly call himself a Pokémon master and bring out every last ounce of potential all his current friends possessed. Snow yipped and barked lightly, wagging his long blue tail excitedly and darted playfully around Yuki, causing Henry to chuckle.“So, Cynthia, shall we? Exploring is a lot more fun with a companion, isn’t it? Or are you the type that prefers solitude? Don’t worry, I’m not here or challenge anyone, though I wouldn’t say no to a good battle later on, when we are out of here. I always like testing my skills, and you are probably the strongest champion in the world.” He complimented her.“And beautiful and smart on top of that!” He added flirtatiously on a whim, before he pulled his backpack a little straighter and made to follow her should she agree. (( flushed a little as she heard his flirting; she wasn’t naïve about male attention just not used to it from someone so close to her age. On her last trip to Nova Alder that regions champion had asked her out and while she had been rather flattered, she’d shot him down pretty quickly too. He wasn't her type, This boy though...“Oh please I'm nothing special, and I don’t hold much stock in legends about romance,” she said humbly with a little cough, “I haven’t really got the time for it in my life, so I’ll leave it to my friend Caitlin.” She blew up at her fringe in a way she knew got the cameramen excited. She was trying to be polite; the champion of Singh felt her brain start to cloud a little bit as she briefly considered being a little aggressive before she shook her head, a moment’s distraction wasn't becoming of a woman of her office. She looked at him closely, eyes examining his attire to make sure he wasn’t going to freeze, before clapping her gloves together.“I suppose I can keep you around, you’ll probably be handy if anybody in a jumpsuit shows up.” She remarked with a knowing grin what the heck, it’s not like she was committing to anything turnabout was fair play, and she was having fun being a little playful for once. She glanced around the ruins again, making note of the large heavy archway that seem to lead into the mountain itself. If the ancients were has predictable as they were in every other place she’d been, then that was way she’d find what she was looking for, she wasn't quite ready to tell a stranger about that.“Just be careful, we used to think these ruins were just abandoned temples and the like but with the business in Nova happening not so long ago, things aren’t as safe as they used to be the last Temple I was in like this had a Religious sleeping in it” She clicked her tongue, feeling the slight chill of the wind on her teeth and the visible steam of her insulation making her shiver as she started leading them back towards the snowy Temple ruin across the large snow-covered courtyard.”So Henry, if it’s not some sort of challenge tour what brings you to my snowy part of the world?” She asked for casually showing a genuine interest in the younger trainer as she watched the two Galleons playing tag amongst the stone structures that littered the route to her chosen target. She glanced at the walls noting the intricate symbol of the eye and the bell typical symbols for the ancient tribes that lived up here, she was actually amazed considering by the amount of snow how many of the buildings seemed suspiciously clean of snowdrifts. She paused, crossing her long arms and frowning emphatically. Something didn’t feel right about all this! She looked down across the threshold she could see why almost immediately. Temples like this we usually the homes of wild Pokemon, with a dry shelter providing a welcome reprieve from the snowy tundra landscape outside since she had arrived here she hadn’t encountered a single Pokemon, not even some ice types that typically lived up here. She knelt down, examining the snow before feeling foolish, any immediate footprints would be covered up by the fine layer of powdered sugar still falling from the sky, but closer to a larger structure… She frowned as she stared at the large black stone threshold, it's contrast revealing the large thick boot prints that Cynthia and Henry found. These were not made by any Pokemon she could think of.“I think we may have a problem,” she remarked. She bantered beautifully with him, playing just a little bit hard to get, almost reluctant, as if she didn’t put much stock in the romantic legend, yet at the same time, she appeared t one a little bashful, blushing and quite taken with him if he judged her furtive glances right. She tried to distract both him and herself by focusing on the vast temple complex atop the mountain, with many ruined buildings in artfully decorated, if crumbling stone, circled around the larger main building that was a broken tower that looked rather rickety in its former splendor and current state. He grinned unrepentantly as she glanced at him after her teasing comment about keeping him around for people in jumpsuits.“Oh really? You have problems with fashionable weirdos as well? I’ve dealt with some oddballs calling themselves Team Flare, but they were more concerned with looking good rather than actually knowing ow to fight. Only their boss and their top tier officers were a bit tough, but my Pokémon and I defeated them. They are now nicely squared away in Lumiere City prison with lifelong punishments.” He told her confidently. He’d head some about Team Galactic, too, or was it Plasma? Furthermore, he never quite remembered. Those odd teams of fanatics with delusions of world domination or destruction didn’t make much sense to him and kept popping it of the woodwork. Lance and Red still had to deal with Team Rocket, the largest of all these organizations, while Horn was still recovering from the earthquakes and tsunamis caused by team Magma and Aqua. He was weary when she discovered a heavy booted footprint. He noticed the same things as she did.“I came here to explore. I’m an adventurer and traveler and I want to learn everything there is to learn about Pokémon. I want to unleash mine and my Pokémon’s full potential, so we can live life to the maximum. Furthermore, I like being the Champion, though, but for myself, as it is a personal accomplishment to prove to myself and others how close the bond between my Pokémon and myself is, because what most trainers don’t get, though I imagine you and our fellow champions do get it, is that our friendship and bond makes our Pokémon more powerful than any amount of training and to get to the Tom you need both the bond and training, else you remain forever stuck at Ace level and never can go beyond.” He said, hoping that if anyone was nearby overhearing them, the conversation would distract them from thinking the two champions were on to them. He subtly unleashed two balls, revealing a flatiron and a jolt eon, whom were both small and agile and yet powerful enough to help inside the ruins. His Harvard was his true powerhouse, but it was too big to fight here without completely destroying the ruins, and he didn’t want that.“Better be careful. If you’ve got a good, small Pokémon, keep it at the ready, because whoever is here... the lack of Pokémon pretty much points out it’s not good people.” He whispered oh so softly, from really up close, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he stood so close by, before he stepped around her and into the ruined building, the way illuminated by the fiery tail of his Flatiron. She looked at him closely examining his features for any deeper intention beyond exploration, she’d heard about some champions going rogue in the past, if half of what she’d heard about the Photo Elite Four was true... Cynthia didn’t usually hold much stock in gossip, but some of her fellow elites were not the easiest people to get along with, strength seemed to breed eccentricity after all.“I think that’s an oversimplification,” she replied mind half out somewhere distant examining the pictograms on the door for any specific warnings a large central stone of some sort sat embedded in the wall making Cynthia stroke her chin as she examined it, feeling the contours of the rock and realizing to her surprise that it gave a static twinge at the touch.”I think that many ace trainers have great relationships with their Pokemon, better than some elites, the problem is that they are comfortable with where they are, they don’t push any further unless someone motivates them, I probably would be still like that if someone hadn’t given me a good swift kick in the rear when I was younger,” She shook her head, satisfied that the thunder stone was merely decorative the black clad elite clicked her tongue thoughtfully. It was strange to be thinking about him today; especially when meeting a new friend, but perhaps that was intentional Cynthia wasn’t blind after all she didn’t often find people his age that was compatible, with her interests.“All right, I think I know to take the lead here, let’s go banshee,” she called out opening the ball containing her Spirit letting the spectral Pokémon hearing her special specter’s spiteful snicker as she followed beside them wafting around it’s green eyes sparkling in the murky gloom.”Most of my team aren’t really suited for indoors,” said the champion of Singh with a confident smile. She was in her element and really was a little surprised to see so many Revelations in a single team. She liked to balance herself. Dragon ground fairy, dark, ghost, steel; She had a team that could lock horns with just about anybody something that made her very confident of her wins.“I think perhaps it will be wiser to have the Jolt eon light the way rather than the Flatiron,” she noticed informatively, “there might be something flammable in an old Temple like this I don’t know who’s in ahead of us, but I don’t want to lose manuscripts and the like because we were careless,” she suggested before shrinking back slightly.”Please?” She asked in a much more polite tone. They were entering into a long corridor and Cynthia could see more depictions of Pokemon on the walls. The usual ones she expected to see were here. Dialga, Polka, Grating in a rare appearance forming their Trinity of creation as well as the three embodiments of emotion. So far the typical animist legend she’d seen a hundred times before, but then pictures of strange machines replaced the traditional animals. Spiderlike constructs held together with paper thin filaments of vibrant red ink, more elemental stone stuff the walls and Cynthia was sure she saw some kind of massive flower in the motif, the blackish text scribbled along in uniform rows of finger high lettering from floor to ceiling, some kind of record? It was unexpected for Cynthia to see so much in such proximity, but as they followed the footprints down she began to make out something ahead the faint pinkish glow that seem to fill the corridor with heat despite the freezing temperature around them. She felt her hand instinctively reaching for her belt, even as her spirit began to chatter excitedly, the ghost Pokemon clearly sensing some kind of energy ahead. Cynthia held her breath as she rounded the corner discovering a large flower shaped device roughly 2 m in height, in the center, suspended by some kind of antigravity spun a slowly rotating crystal. The device hummed slightly as they approached Cynthia could see the fine blue itching on the petals of the flower, clearly the entire device was being powered by something.“What in the world is that?” She wondered out loud having never seen a device quite like this before, it looked ancient but was very different from anything she’d seen before save maybe the device team Galactic had used in their attempt to capture the creation trio all those years ago." It looks like some kind of energy storage device, but I’ve never seen this kind of configuration before, not even in the ruins of Pokémophyllis." Oh, she was a smart cookie, though she did take things perhaps a tad more literal than he’d meant them. He had no issue or problem with Ace Trainers, but he thought just friendship, just hard training or just motivation wasn’t enough. You had to have all three to get to the top and all of those Ace Trainers were lacking in at least one of those three factors. All Pokémon had nearly similar potential, for their kind at least, and it took the right amount of those three factors and just a bit of natural talent to communicate with your Pokémon to coax that potential out and train it to the top. He didn’t mind her not entirely sharing his opinion. He wasn’t a professor. Furthermore, he was just talking from personal experience and for the people he knew from Kilos. Besides, indirectly, she admitted the same as he, that someone kicked her into gear to give her the motivation and drive on top of her natural talent and bond with her Pokémon. He smiled lightly as while she was somewhat distant in how she replied, at the same time, she couldn’t seem to help herself from giving off all those little clues that she might very well like him. Quite the accomplishment. Henry knew he looked rather good. There was plenty of female attention wherever he came, though that might be in part due to his fame in Kilos as well.“Jolt eon, you heard the beautiful lady. A light nice electron ball, please.” He called for his Pokémon. He had sixteen Pokémon with him, one of the advantages being a champion gave him. They could still only use six Pokémon maximum in an official battle and few knew that Ace Trainers, elites and champions could respectively carry eight, ten and sixteen Pokémon with them, a privilege barely any used, so used where they to the six Pokémon carry limit imposed all over the world for ordinary trainers. Usually, he didn’t carry the full sixteen, either, but he liked keeping most of his team around and on adventures and explorations to Unknown regions and uncharted ruins, he liked keeping more Pokémon handy should trouble arise. Even a champion’s team could be taken down by sheer numbers. Snow, his Glace on, was part of his core team. Jolt eon occasionally, as it was a very powerful electric type, despite its small size. Flatiron, he rarely ever used competitively. Harvard was his mainstay Fire Pokémon after all. But, he kept many of the revelations around as they were part of his family’s trade. Cynthia and he explored the strange ruins further and further till they came to a glowing flower shaped device that seemed to be sculpted from a very familiar looking light giving, diamond like substance.“Oh my Areas. This would be at least three thousand years old. It’s the technology of the Old Kingdom from Kilos. I’ve seen it before, especially in George town, on a far bigger scale. It’s ancient technology once used to trap the two divine legendarily of Kilos, until Team Flare tried to free them... I wonder... it looks smaller, so it likely isn’t containing a divine legendary. Could it be a power source? But what would it be powering?” He asked aloud, talking partially to himself. He approached the device slowly, before he tentatively placed his hand on it. Everything became so bright it was almost blinding and when vision returned, he and Cynthia were pressed up against one another in a very narrow hallway leading to a cavernous room, a large vast hall even, obvious deep inside the mountain. At the Center of the Hall, a far larger flower of that same material was glowing with a pulsating light. “The Ancients went all around the world.” Said Cynthia with a slight aura of wonder, she’d read all about the Kilos ruins, even considered visiting once upon a time, but every time she tried her duties had gotten in the way. He wasn’t quite right in his assessment of the technology that they were viewing, while the designs were largely similar to the ones found in Kilos, this had clearly been manufactured locally. A small red and blue gemstone flickered with otherworldly light as the champions observed, Cynthia pulling out a small camera and beginning to document the fixture.“This is interesting, I’m actually quite amazed how this even works, I mean these crystals are psychoreactive,” she remarked crossing her arms and stroking her chin thoughtfully. She tapped the camera on her arm glad that it wasn’t digital, she’d read about these things scrambling non-shielded electronics. Apparently every computer in George had to be replaced when the big one came online there. Taking care not to touch the glowing crystals, she examined the device, the scattered materials surrounding it reminding her of her own house and office. She’d seen these designs before, she had a non-functioning version of this stuff sitting on a desk somewhere. And then he touched it, making the champion of the Singh region wonder if he really was suited for this line of work. The first rule of any half way decent archaeologist was not to touch anything without detailed documentation first. The sudden flash of light momentarily robbing her of the anger she was feeling towards him. She blinked hard taking in their new surroundings. They were in a large cavernous area about 30 m high and 20 m across a larger version of the crystalline structure floating in the center pulsating between orange and blue about once every five seconds.“Fascinating,” she observed half in the mind all her own her blood rushing as a manic almost predatory grin formed on her face. It was only for a second, but it was like how her heartbeat began to rise when she knew she’d found a strong opponent in Pokemon battles. Normally Cynthia was a relatively sedate woman, elegant and professional, during most tournaments she was quite happy to be the disinterested mistress of ceremonies, but in the right setting her blood started to rise, and it was like she became a different person. Her battle haze had come upon her very fast, probably from the uncertainty of the situation and relished the possibilities for a moment. She froze, aware that she was with company who didn’t know about that side of her. Fighting very hard to control herself she took a deep breath and let her blood cool a little.“My apologies,” she muttered her blonde bangs flopping over her face as she glanced at Henry, “I got carried away, but are not quite right, while it does bear similarities to the Kilos machines, this device appears to be made from the people the order of life, noticed the carvings in the walls, they’re all of Areas. I think this is a Geo-kinetic engine, or more accurately, that is,” she remarked pointing to the large device before them, as well as the many depictions of the God pony in various colored stones“and this…” She added tapping the metal sheet under their feet with the certainty and clarity she didn’t like.“Is a mark seven teleportation pads from Sylph company, it’s commonly used to access hard-to-reach areas where excavation would be too costly or dangerous.” She felt her heart rise differently as she looked at the teleport pad, it has clearly been patched into the crystal which meant whoever was down here was still probably close by. There were two possibilities for what was going on down here one that made her uneasy and one that made her downright terrified, she really hoped that option a way on the table as awkward as that might be for her personally.“I think perhaps you better take my hand,” she offered as she looked towards the labyrinthine passages beneath the massive kinetic engine. “I don’t want to lose you in all that,” she added in a friendly tone as Banshee took to floating around the duos heads.”We need to be careful, while I doubt anything down here could be just the Pokemon match, there are plenty of challenges that don’t carry Poke balls.” The cavernous room was sufficiently lit by all the strange, crystalline technology and glowing markings and drawings along the walls, all glowing in the same luminescent colors of the central crystal. He noticed the teleportation pas when she pointed out, even scuff marks on the floors of people having moved about recently. He noticed parts of other machinery here and there, as if scanners had been hooked up everywhere as well. Well, so much for being the first to explore all of this. He also noticed her manic, almost predatory smile and the accompanying sparkle in her eyes. Some might be frightened of such intensity as it did make her look just a little bit like a mad genius, the kind that had defeated her every foe in Pokémon battles and perhaps a reason why many preferred to adore her from afar, as she was far too intimidating up close and this intense. Henry, on the other hand, found she looked incredibly enticing like this. Her intensity was rather alluring and attractive to him, as he found, within himself, the desire to turn that intensity into devotion towards him. Thoughts and little fantasies he’d held over them, it is gorgeous and brilliant woman alive in his opinion, caused his cheeks to redden slightly. He took her hand and gave it a gentle, if perhaps slightly possessive squeeze.“How forward and romantic of you, Cynthia. I don’t mind, though. It looks rather cozy and intimate in here, with us having to navigate such narrow labyrinthine hallways.” He commented, teasing her flirtatiously. If she was intense and excited, So was he. This was exactly what he wanted in life. Exploring the mysteries of the world when they related to Pokémon, and he was intrigued by the similar technology displayed here to the ancient kingdom in Kilos. The fact he got to explore this in a possibly dangerous situation with the most gorgeous woman alive by his side was only icing on the cake. With a wave of his hand and unspoken command, his three Revelations took up positions around them. Jolt eon lit the way ahead. Flatiron took up the rear and glace on stayed very nearby while they all followed Cynthia’s Ghost Pokémon. He pulled out his modified Pokédex which had been hybridized with one of those popular smartphones that were conquering the markets, adding a new level of connectivity and social media to the world at large, bringing the formerly rather separate regions back together again despite the vast distances involved. He used it to film and scan all the scribblings and murals along the walls they encountered as they gradually moved through the labyrinth. So far so good... and when they exited the labyrinth at last, they were that much closer to the central crystal that started pulsating in this glowing quality... That’s when from the shadows, applause sounded. He didn’t exactly feel dread, but people applauding in creepy circumstances like this were usually either crazy or evil. Great. Suddenly, a dozen men and women, all dressed in bright blue outfits, looking nearly like stylish spandex that was so skin tight it betrayed how physically fit all twelve people were, were surrounding them.“The Champion of Singh, here, in our moment of glory!” The leader spoke up. The Revelations took up defensive positions around the twosome, while Henry let go of Cynthia’s hand, palming another of his poke balls.“It will give us quite the bang to introduce us to the world when you’ll be our first as we reveal ourselves and our noble goal!” The man, a pompous ass with purple hair that contrasted nastily with the bright blue spandex he wore, brayed.

A champion's duty (Krakenknight & Arkaniel)|rating:4.0

All In (Ellipsis & Wisdomcube)

(Marisa Lavonne heard machines beeping in the background and the soft chatter of voices. She was cold and wherever she was smelled like antiseptic and something…stale. With a quiet curse, Mari tried to force her eyes open; only one of them obey. The other was swollen shut. Ah…a hospital. For a sweet, blissful second, Mari had almost forgotten what brought her here, but her ignorance couldn’t last forever. Not with an IV in her arm and that incessant, fucking beeping. She didn’t know how long she’d been here, but she knew what landed her in this bed. Samuel Lavonne. She wished she could say she hated the bastard, but she wasn’t sure. Unfortunately, Mari might have still loved him. She hadn’t seen her husband in days, but something told her that her attachment to her spouse couldn’t be worked out until she saw him again. She supposed it depended on whether he looked remorseful for what he’d done. There was always the chance he’d never turn up. The men after him weren’t lightweights, and they didn’t seem to be interested in second chances. He could very well end up in the bottom of the Camaro with his feet anchored to two cinder blocks. That was probably more likely to happen than Sam paying his debts and seeing the error of his ways. Fuck, Mari couldn’t remember when she turned into such a pessimist. Perhaps after three men broke into her home and used her as a personal punching bag, because he husband was in the hole to the tune of a hundred grand.“Now we don’t know if he gives a shit about you. You seem like a nice girl; one who isn’t mixed up in all this. But this is business. You understand, and I know we all hope that your boy’s got a conscience and is willing to play the white knight for his wife.” That was it. That was their whole song and dance. It was the first time anyone confronted her physically. Of course, there were the phone calls the brought her phone to life in the dead of night, and the suspicious vehicles that seems to follow her around the city. She knew she wasn’t just being paranoid. Mari was only thankful that they kept separate bank accounts as well as their joint one. She didn’t put away much considering the whole “what’s yours is mine” rules of marriage, but she wasn’t penniless after Sam drained what was left in the account and never came home from work. A missing person had been filed, but the police had bigger problems in New Lioness. The officers even told her that a man needed a break from his wife sometimes. He’d probably turn up soon. She groaned, and her throat felt like sandpaper, scratchy and dry. Her head pounded in time with her heartbeat. At least there was blood still left to flow in her veins. Her eyes – well, the good eye – began to focus, and she saw a shape linger in the doorway. No white coat. No scrubs. It wasn’t someone from the hospital. Panic welled in her chest as nausea rolled in her stomach; she thought it was one of the men from the attack. Her nails gripped and clawed at the stiff, starchy sheets of her hospital bed. Mari couldn’t scream. Her throat was too raw for that. But more of the man came into view. The shape of his face was familiar. His height. The curve of his jaw and the ridge of his nose.“Sam?” Mari croaked, tears welling up. “Fucking hell, Sam.” She wanted to rush from the bed and into his arms, and then she wanted to give him a harsh kick to the balls. God knows he deserved it. But the machines and her body’s own weakness kept her bedridden. (Lavonne loved meetings. Well, obviously, notallmeetings but Senior Staff Meetings with all the Senior Associates and partners of Sachem & Sons were always fun…mostly because business was rarely spoken of. Sure, having just one female attorney at that level looked bad, and made worse considering just how bad that female attorney looked. But with only one female all they needed to do was make sure Mary Alice couldn’t make the scheduled meetings. Then, all of a sudden, the senior staff was an all-guy affair. The plus side to the way Dean Sachem ran the firm was that work was mostly discussed on golf courses, or country clubs, or at restaurants and bars, or some of the higher class strip clubs. Nothing spices up a conversation on public finance litigation like a pair of tits in your face or the cool wind coming off Quinnebaug Lake while you’re lounging with a stiff drink in your hand. Which is why after the talk ofactualbusiness was over (about twenty minutes worth of discussion, which in this case consisted mostly of which of the current crop of female candidates had the nicest ass to deserve a job as Junior Associate) they could talk about therealtopic that was on their minds…“So Saul!” Lew Rome, one of the señores partners, said, changing the topic from a new hire to something far more interesting. “Rumor is you got abigupdate to the score?” Saul leaned forward propping his elbows on the polished oak of the main conference room table. “Oh yeah. Put me down for sixty points.” There was a collective sucking in of breath.“Bullshit,” Dean said, but the smile on his face suggested he was just saying it because he wanted more details. Saul obliged and lifted a finger. “Not old enough to drink: ten points.” Lifted another finger, “An Asian: twenty points.” Lifted a third finger, “And an intern: thirty points. If my math hasn’t failed me that’s a grand total of sixty.” There was a roar of laughter and slaps on the back and congratulations. There would be no need for verification, they were all gentlemen here. Still, outside of Dean and his little curried Indian morsel of an intern, the men here were wary of fucking an intern. Always a big risk banging college students in today’s climate of “no-means-no” and other ultra-feminist ideals spreading like a particularly dangerous wildfire. But Saul had taken it, and he knew he had done pretty good with the wave of approval he got from his peers… If not from the sex itself. Saul did take the opportunity to brag about how good it was to “be with” a younger chick and that beautiful black Oriental hair reallywasas nice as it felt. The truth was that the intern Kelly, with the funny spelled Chinese last name, had been a lousy fuck. Probably because she was so young and inexperienced and probably because she grew up in a sexually repressed household. Still, while he was basking in the glory of getting on top of “The Leaderboard” it didn’t really bother him. Why would it? It wasn’t like he was ever going to bed the girl again. Now, she was just another name to add to the list, and he could move on with his conquests.“Attorney Lavonne? Attorney Lavonne?” It was 4:55PM, five minutes before a rare Friday where he could leave at the actual scheduled time, when Saul heard the voice. Ah, shit. She had found him. He quickly just yanked the laptop from the docking station before it shut down and shoved into the carrying case. When he was down on the second floor earlier he had spotted Kelly noticing him and trying to get his attention…so he made sure to avoid his office for the rest of the day. Wasn’t that hard really, especially with his earlier “meeting” lasting a good long while and more meetings with clients in various conference rooms where he could hide in afterward. But now, here she was, trying to wave him down. Jesus, what was her deal? “Hi Kelly,” he said in his most brusque, “I Got Lawyer Shit To Do That’s More Important Than You” voice. “Sorry if I’m in a rush, but I have to pick up my daughter for the weekend.” True enough, but he was in no rush to do it. He had Michal for one weekend a month and that was already too much. He wanted to makeotherplans for the weekend and having the seven-year-old around fucked it all up of course. It didn’t help that his ex-wife Courtney had raised Michal to be a spoiled loud and uncontrollable shrew like herself. If it were up to Saul, he’d dope the kid up with so much Ritalin you could use her as a paperweight most of the time. Still, giving up on Michal meant letting Courtney win and there was no way he was going to letthathappen.“Oh well I’ll walk with you then,” Kelly said, hurrying to match Saul’s pace. She was trying to keep her voice casual, but it was obviously laced with worry and nervousness.“No problem,” he said, his voice enforcing the fact that there was no problem…especially when there were plenty of people still around. “I take it this is about last week?” A flush crept up Kelly’s pale and pretty face. “Yeah I…”“Well don’t worry about it,” he gave her the most professionally friendly smile and tone he had. “Your work has been great, and I’ll be happy to send a recommendation letter to wherever you like.” By this time they were, thankfully, outside the building.“A recommendation? That’s it? Even after…after last weekend?” She dropped her voice, but it was coming out as an angry hiss. “You’ve been avoiding me haven’t you?”“Listen Kelly, can we talk about this on Monday?” He tapped his Omega watch. “Ireallygot to get going.” Women. He liked them well enough but after Courtney he had learned that you had to be upfront on your priorities otherwise they would latch on to you like a parasite until they could suck you dry of whatever they wanted from you. Kelly stopped walking in the parking lot and stared at Saul. About fucking time. He didn’t care if there were incoming waterworks. With her no longer following him, he could get going and...“They were right about you. They really were." Kelly paused. "God it’s so sad. You’re just this pathetic man with nothing in his life. And it’s so…so tragic.” Saul stopped too. He had been on the receiving end of reactions from aloof women over his disdainful behavior over the years. Anger, hatred, confusion, desperation, and, once, even excitement by his abuse. And, sure, he had seen his share of women who were boohooing all over the place, although it had always been tears for themselves. But the way Kelly was looking at him now, like Saul was some broken animal gasping for its last breaths on the road before it officially became road kill… For the first time in a very long time Saul was speechless. He wanted to say something to the young girl, but she was already brushing by him, hand on her forehead. “God I’m so embarrassed…” she muttered much more to herself than to Saul. Embarrassed. That would have been a good word to describe what Saul was feeling except that it was wholly inadequate. Jesus fuck. What waswrongwith him? Fantastic. Like he really needed all this shit to deal with right now. And speaking of shit he needed to deal with….“Hey,” the jacked but nervous looking college kid said while standing next to Saul’s Lexus. “This car man? Hey I’m really sorry, but I think I bumped it. In my insurance info though. Do you have yours? Like. I’m not sure about what I have to do in this situation. I’ve never gotten into an accident and…” Normally Saul would be enraged but, as noted, he did not want to get into more shit right now and there was no visible damage he could see. “Whatever man. I don’t see any damage,” he said, shortly. “Just be careful next time. Excuse me.” The kid stood in his way to the driver’s side door. “Listen… I don’t want to get in trouble. Do you mind getting out your info? I mean I’m really…” What the fuck was happening with the world today? Was it out to fuck him as hard as possible? Saul sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Fine. Let me just get my stuff. “ The kid stepped aside so he could get in the car to get his info. He was looking at the documents as he stepped out… Saul wasn’t a fighter so he didn’t see the kid’s aggressive movement a second before the knot of Saul’s tie found itself pressed against his trachea, or his body slammed painfully on to the car. “Fuck…” he croaked out before the kid transformed from college student to a leg breaking goon in all ten seconds.”Nice ride by the way. So I’m going to give you the same deal I gave that hot chick from before, but I bet you have a lot more stashed away than she does. We’re going to need that one hundred Gs. And if she doesn’t have it then maybe you can start paying on her behalf…” And, just like that, all of Saul’s previous hangups vanished like a fart in the wind like he had wanted. Just pothole wanted. He guessed that it was a goon of some shits ball criminal defense client. When you worked with the sort of low life scum that Sachem & Sons dealt with, this thing was bound to happen from time-to-time…for the guys who handled criminal defense. It was much rarer for the ones who handled real estate and zoning law. “Listen dude…” Saul gasped. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I work in real estate! Who are you…”“Hey!” Thankfully another voice was heard and Saul’s tie was released in an instant. Jerome, one of S&S’s security guards, was rapidly approaching them. “Is everything okay over here Mister Lavonne?”“Oh sure Mister,” the kid said looking normal again. “Just a fender bender. We were exchanging insurance information.” Jerome was no idiot and the way he had his hand on his taser…“Yeah…” Saul coughed. He waved a hand. “We’re done here though.” He looked straight at Jerome. They had a protocol for this sort of thing and Jerome would hopefully pick up on the fact that Saul didn’t want this escalated. Whatever this was. Jerome nodded but didn’t leave Saul alone until the kid went back to his own car and fled the parking lot. “You want me to report this to Dean? That was some shady shit man.”“Yeah, please. Tell him to call me asap. Because I really want to know what the criminal defense clients are doing sending their thugs after me.” Jerome nodded and looked like he was expecting more, like asking for an escort or calling the cops, but Saul just got in his car, turned it on, and sped out of the parking lot as fast as he safely could. Really, this should have freaked him out, but he had a feeling if he just got home, called Courtney and told her they had to reschedule, and got a nice bottle of Scotch out… Saul’s dashboard came alive with a phone call with a caller ID “Our Lady of Mercy Hospital.” Great. A hospital in downtown New Lioness was calling him and probably not to tell him he won the lottery. Not again. Not FUCKING AGAIN. Bad things came in three, his father had always said. Well, here came number three. He answered the call. “Saul Lavonne….” Mari. Sam’s wife. Of all things to top of this horrible evening Saul’s fucking sister-in-lawwas assaulted. Apparently, nobody could track down Sam and since Saul was Sam’s back-up emergency contact, he got the call. Saul was tempted to let the loser woman and his loser brother deal with whoever they had pissed off for whatever reason. What enemy could you make as a chef for a fancy restaurant or as an IT project manager? Saul got to the hospital and found Mari’s room. Lady wasn’t a dump by any means, but the room Mari was in was about as drab and bland and sterile as you could get. What wasn’t unadorned, though, was Mari’s face… only it was decorated with a blue and black shiner above the left eye among other things.“Jesus,” he muttered when he saw her. Mari was a lot of things: frigid cunt, terrible nag, pretentious douche, materialistic bitch…but she was always hot. Like, reallyhot. So, if nothing else, there was a great crime in messing up that pretty face.“Sam? Fucking hell, Sam.” While it was true that Sam and Saul were identical twin brothers, he had never known Mari to get them confused, even when they dressed alike. But then again he hadn’t seen Mari in about two years. That and he also had never known Mari to look like she had just stepped out of a dryer on a long cycle either. A number of biting and sarcastic remarks came to mind for Mari. “No, it’s not Sam. It’s Saul. The hospital called me to come in.” He tried to sound like he felt sympathetic and loving. Naturally, it didn’t work. Saul pulled up a chair next to Mari. “They said you’ve been here for a couple of hours. The cops haven’t come by have they?” He scowled before she had a chance to even answer him. “Maybe they’ll take a break from this whole Blue Blood Butcher bullshit to actually investigate a woman being mugged and punched by fucking animals.” Saul didn’t realize he had just jumped to a conclusion about Mari’s assault. He was too busy feeling enraged by the situation. Sure hedespiseddidn’t like Sam and Mari for a host of reasons. But between the intern girl shutting him down, a thug nearly assaulting him for something that he had nothing to do with, and all the rest of the crap the Universe had decided to shit on his face today…“So where is Sam anyway?” he said, his voice raising and his face contorted. “Shouldn’tthere here?” And with just six words, Mari’s hope was popped like a balloon.“No, it’s not Sam. It’s Saul.” She sank back against the pillows with a frown on her face. He was quite literally the last person she wanted at her bedside. Now or ever. Saul was an unabashed son of a bitch. Truly and utterly unapologetic for the way he treated others. A selfish bastard to the core. Mari probably couldn’t muster up a kind word for the man if someone paid her. She did her best to stay out of his business; it only caused more of a headache than she needed or wanted. But Sam… Sam would always drag Saul around every so often. Mari wasn’t sure if there was any love lost between the two men. Their relationship was nothing short of antagonistic, but from time to time, some familial brotherly love shined through. Maybe now was one of those times, considering Saul showed up to the hospital in his brother’s stead. He didn’t have to, but he did. Maybe the hospital had caught him on a good day. God knows if Saul was in the middle of a “meeting,” he would’ve never showed. Few things ranked higher to Saul than getting pussy, at least that’s certainly the persona he portrayed. Saul told her she’d only been at the hospital for a few hours and something akin to relief eased through her bones. It was better than days. She really didn’t want to think about the inevitable ticking clock that was hanging over her head on account of her husband. The men who had attacked her hadn’t exactly given her a deadline, but she knew there was one. There had to be. Mari shuddered to think what’d happen if they never got their money.“No one’s been by,” she told him. “Just you.” If anyone had swung by her room, she had been unconscious, though she hoped Saul was right. Something she’d never thought would happen. Her case made be hard to compete with a killer on the loose, but it may just be a nice break the cops were looking for. Fingers crossed. Gingerly, she reached up to her face, feeling the sore and bruised skin there. Mari hissed in pain as she answered him, “He should, shouldn't he?” She was glad that Sam’s absence didn’t make it past Saul, probably because Saul was annoyed having to come here instead of the person whoshouldhave. “But Sam’s been missing for a few days. You didn’t listen to my message, obviously.” Mari wouldn’t doubt that Saul saw her name come up on his phone, sent it straight to voicemail, and immediately forgot about the message, or perhaps deleted it entirely. Letting out a deep exhale and wincing as the gesture aggravated her ribs, she tried to fill him in as succinctly as possible.“Sam’s mixed up in something. He owes money to some guys. A lot of money, Saul. For what, I have no idea. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” It wasn’t an outright accusation, but Saul was slimy. She vaguely knew what he got up to in his free time. Saul could have been the link between these men and Sam’s troubles, having introduced the two. Though she wanted to glare at him, to fix him with a pointed stare, she couldn’t. Her face had some limited mobility, and it was hard to seem like the worried, angry wife when half of her face felt like a giant fucking bruise. Even through facial bruises and pain and stuffed in a hospital gown, Mari was still gorgeous. That wasn’t why he didn’t want to look at her. No, it was the look she gave him that was. It may have been more spiteful, but it felt uncomfortably like the twisted sympathetic look he had gotten from Kelly earlier. “But Sam’s been missing for a few days. You didn’t listen to my message, obviously.” Message? Saul thought back to the last few days and tried to remember any calls from Mari but nothing clicked. He checked his voicemail on a daily basis, though, and didn’t remember anything. He could have made a song and dance about pulling his phone out and insisting that he didn’t get it…but he had embarrassed himself enough today. And even Saul knew there were more important things going on. “Sam’s mixed up in something. He owes money to some guys. A lot of money, Saul. For what, I have no idea. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” The statement and question brought a whole host of thoughts to Saul, but his first response was reflective: defense. “What? You mean liked something to do with it? For Christ’s sake Mari, I work in fucking Real Estate law. Maybe the developer who is filing an appeal on my case about zoning variance may want to have you beaten up to get some money, but Iseriouslydoubt it.” Just by saying that, though, Saul thought about the assault that had happened less than an hour ago. So I’m going to give you the same deal I gave that hot chick from before, but I bet you have a lot more stashed away than she does…“But now that you mention it before the hospital called me somebody tried to assault me in my work’s parking lot. Idiot didn’t realize my firm’s lawyers gets threats all the time and acts accordingly.” Mostly because of the scum that they had as clients, and not just for criminal defense, but he left that part out. “Anyway, he mentioned a ‘hot chick’ and a hundred grand. I’m assuming the chick he mentioned was you and the hundred grand he talked about I should pay on your behalf. I’m no Sherlock Holmes but that much is obvious.” Sam. Are you back in the shit again? Ironically, when they were kids, it was Sam who was the crazy one. He loved taking chances and would bet on anything. He even remembered when they were in high school he would go out of his way to know everything about anyone on all the teams. The family thought it was because he was just interested in sports and math and probability. Actually, it was because he spent most high school running what amounted to a bookie’s business. It was always fun and games until Mom had gotten cancer. That’s when Sam’s book got ramped up and a lot of money and a lot of bad things happened. Eventually, word got back to their parents and the whole thing was shut down but not before Sam had made a wad of cash that did in fact help their mother out. Still, Dad’s disappointment did a lot to calm Sam’s crazy daredevil attitude after that… as did the vicious beating Sam had got from some miffed bettors. But that was seventeen plus years ago, something long in the past. Saul had almost forgotten about it, but now the incident was coming back to him as clear as day. The distressed look he had on his face as he ran his hand through his hair made him look more like Sam than mere near-identical DNA never could. “Gambling. It has to be. I know you think Sam’s all straight laced and he is. But he may not have told you. Back when we were in high school…” He paused. “It doesn’t matter. Do you know why he would be doing this all of a sudden? Are you guys in debt? You’re both employed aren’t you?” Part of Saul wanted to ask why Sam wouldn’t have called him if he needed money but the question was so asinine and its answer so obvious that he decided it was better he didn’t. Their last meeting didn’t end well and the disappointment he had when Saul’s marriage to Courtney fell apart when… A familiar tune (began to play from Saul’s suit pocket interrupting Mari’s answer. He rolled his eyes and got the phone out to turn it off, but then he saw who was calling. Dean! The managing partner and the elder “Son” in Sachem and Sons. Yes! “Sorry, but I have to take this. It’s my boss and he’ll help us. Trust me.” A passing by doctor saw Saul and scowled at him. “Calls in the hallway only sir” Saul put the phone to his ear and made a “hold on” gesture to Mari as he dashed out of the room. He didn’t care about being scolded or Mari’s death glare. With Dean calling he felt like he was a drowning man who just got thrown a life preserver.“Saul?”“Yeah Dean what’s up? You heard?”“Yeah, I asked around. Nobody should be gunning you or anything as far as I can tell.” Dean had a lot of assets to call upon if he needed information and as far as Saul could tell, he never hesitated to use them when one of the lawyers was in some deep shit. “Do you have any idea what’s going on? Anybody you pissed off that I don’t know about yet?” Relieved, Saul spilled everything. He admitted that he didn’t knowwhoit was that was coming after him but that they were there because of his brother’s debt. And that they were coming after his sister-in-law too. “So Dean I know we have a safe-house? We got a retainer with Byzantium too…”“Saul, I got to cut you off there. Yeah, we have those assets, but those are for business related activities.” Pause. “Saul? Saul you there?” It was a good thing that Saul was in a hospital because he was pretty sure the rapid growth of the lump in his throat might have been cancerous. That life preserver suddenly felt a lot like a cement block. “You’re saying… It’s not firm business so…”“Listen, Saul. I like you, it’s nothing personal. But, let’s face it. If every one of our associates knew they could get into any shit and just come running to me to use my ‘resources’ I’d be broke in a month.”“Bullshit!” Saul said loudly. “I know for afactthat you used these god-damned ‘resources’ to protect Luis…”“Luis is a partner Saul, and you’re an associate. I mean, I have to keep my partners secure no matter what. Now, don’t think I’m totally unsympathetic. I’ll make some calls. And don’t worry about vacation. You take as much time as you need to sort this shit out. After a week we’ll call it a sabbatical…”“Calls?” Saul said turning red and his voice rising. The part about vacation just seemed to piss him off more. “Who thefuckare you going to call?”“Listen Saul, don’t worry about it. Just know I got your back…” Whether Dean said any more pathetic lying bullshit through the phone as it sailed into the hospital room and skittered across the floor in front of Mari’s bed Saul didn’t know. And didn’t care. Mari said something to him as he collapsed back into the chair next to her. He didn’t seem to hear her. His mind was focusing on every possible angle he could think of. Heighten his hands on one hundred grand but it would take time, and it would mean losing his car and selling a lot of stuff he owned and even then it would be barely enough. And even if he did pay he still didn’t know where Sam was… or how he’d actually get his money back." That asshole he..." Saul's fists clenched. "It doesn't matter. We're fucked. God, we're so fucked..." Saul didn’t realize that he had his head in his hands until he heard Mari try to get his attention. “Huh? Sorry I… I was thinking.” He could only hope he didn’t look like the sad, pathetic, tragic man with nothing in his life that the world was trying to make sure he felt he was. When it came to Saul, Mari didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. He could’ve been telling the truth, that he had no clue what Sam had been into and that he really was attacked, but she wasn’t going to give his words much weight. For as long as she’d known him, Saul had always made it painfully clear he was only after himself. But it had to count for something that he was willing to talk to his boss on their behalf. Sam wasn’t a saint; Mari knew that. He liked cards. He liked sports. Furthermore, he liked the adrenaline of placing a bit and watching it work out in his favor. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to happen that way. However, Mari thought he had his addiction under control. They did the whole counseling thing, something Saul seemed to sneer at when Sam had brought it up over dinner one time. In fact, Mari was pretty sure that was the last time her husband had invited Saul over to eat. Not that she minded. Mari had to resist the urge to spit into his food every single time. Cooking was personal for her and frankly, Saul didn’t fucking deserve a good meal. He could take his company credit card and treat himself on his boss’ dime. Mari didn't think they were in debt, save for the fact that their shared account was drained overnight. Maybe she should have kept a better eye on things, on Sam. A call came through, Saul’s ringtone echoing in the small room and aggravating her headache. Thankfully, he had to take it outside. The doctor came into her room and poked and prodded, like doctors often do. She was healing. There was nothing life-threatening. If she wanted, she could be discharged later that day. The hospital needed the room, but they were willing to extend her stay by another day given the nature of her attack and what brought her there. Mari wasn’t sure she wanted to go back home, knowing what transpired there. She shared a home with Sam and no one else. Odds were that it was still messed up from when she received her personal visit. Staying at a hotel seemed like the likely choice; she could afford it. Saul’s voice carried down the hall, and she heard a nurse shush him harshly. Whatever conversation he was having did not seem to be going well, which wasn’t a surprise. Saul always seemed to run hot or cold. When he returned, he was obviously distracted, his mouth in a scowl and his neck flushed. He didn’t even hear her questions when she asked what was happening. Saul was completely in a trance.“We’rent anything,” Mari told him. “Maybe you’re mixed up in this because whoever attacked you thought you were Sam. You’re twins after all.” Of course, she had to go and marry a twin, one whose counterpart was a conniving asshole. It took a lot for Mari to not see Saul whenever she looked at Sam. A man with her husband’s face neglected his own daughter and conducted business meetings in the company of strippers. Revulsion always settled deep in her stomach when the two men were in the same room. Though they were different people, Mari had noticed similarities. Like how lying came easily for the both of them. She supposed some things just ran in the family.“But I’d rather not get you involved. And believe me, I’m not saying this to play some martyr. I just don’t want to deal with you any more than I have to. I’ll go to the police after I get discharged, stay at a hotel, and see how much of my assets I can liquidate,” she told him, each word coming out carefully and with great effort. “It probably won’t be enough, but maybe I can talk to my parents. They never liked Sam anyway, so this isn’t going to come as much of a shock.” “But I’d rather not get you involved. And believe me, I’m not saying this to play some martyr. I just don’t want to deal with you any more than I have to.”“Thanks Mari. You’re such a warm and loving person. No wonder Sam stuck by you.” The fact that he also said it so sarcastically and nasty made it so that even Saul knew it was inappropriate once the words left his mouth. And the look on Mari’s face made… Well at least Saul had the grace to look embarrassed and avert his face away.“Sorry Mari. You didn’t deserve that. It’s been a long day for me too, and I’ve been a real asshole.” He bent down and picked up his phone. He had decided to buy the industrial strength case to protect the thing and considering how many times it had found itself being chucked around because of anger that had been a wise move.“But you’re wrong. I think they know I’m the brother. Besides, once they send gorillas to rough you up at work they’re well past the ‘You got the wrong twin’ stage. We’re in this together whether you, or I like it or not.” And neither did, but he decided after his last comment now was not a good time to articulate that fact. “And, let’s face it, if I’m Sam I’ve drained every bank account that I have which probably means every bank accountyouhave. You don’t have the funds. But I have this watch and the other car and a lot of other shit I can cover what you can’t. If we put it together, and they take the car at face value we can probably scrounge up a hundred grand. Or at least enough to buy us some time for us to find Sam.” Exactly what they were going to doafterthat was another question but one thing at a time. “I’m not going to tell you what to do but the sooner we figure out how much you can get your hands on and how much I can get my hands on the better.” He stood up.“My boss may be a useless greedy shit, but I have other people to call too. Hopefully they’ll be more helpful.” He paused, biting his lip, once again imitating his brother almost perfectly without him even realizing he was doing it.“And uh… Well I’m sorry. Not just for the thing I said earlier but for… Well you know.” He ran his fingers through his thick black hair again thankful for the nurse coming back in to check on Mari, voiding the necessity for Saul to finish that sentence. “I’ll um… I’ll go make those calls.” It was less than two hours before the hospital discharged Mari. An orderly brought her out to the waiting room in a wheelchair before she stood up from it. Mari looked exhausted but at least her face was already starting to come down from its swelling. Or was it just that Saul always thought of her as being gorgeous, so her face looked better than it was… Jesus what is wrong with me? My own sister-in-law? Saul Lavonne had standards…they were low, but they did exist. “Good, they finally let you go,” he said, keeping his poker face on. “We can take my car back to your place in Carlisle.” There was a bit of silence before he said, “I talked to my friend who is in criminal defense. He’s sending out some feelers trying to get info on the guys Sam is mixed up with. He owes me a few favors, so I think he’s got my…our back.” He declined to add that the favors were for finding the best way for him to legalize some extra billable hours into real estate without raising flags with the IRS and the state DA. They got to Saul’s slick ride which normally made Saul feel a bit better. But now all he could see was the fifty Gs he prayed it would take off of Sam’s debt. This motherfucker is going to owe me the rest of his life. If they found him that was. He said nothing as he turned on the car and left the miserable hospital. But they were hardly out of the hospital garage when a name popped upon the dashboard through the Bluetooth connection with his phone. “Oh fuck, Courtney,” he swore. He knew there was a way to stop the connection to the speakers of the car, but he really didn’t have the effort to do it. That and Courtney would be calling him constantly if he didn’t answer considering he should have picked up Michal an hour and a half ago.“Yeah, Courtney,” he said. “Listen I’m sorry I didn’t call but…”“Where the Hillary?” The voice of his ex-wife was so loud it caused feedback from the speakers. “You think you’re the only one with plans Saul? And Michal has been sitting here badgering me with questions for the last hour and half!” Saul visibly winced. He at least hoped that Michal wasn’t around to hear her swearing, but he knew that when it came to Saul, Courtney’s rage seemed to make her forget who was around her. Still, Courtney was a psychiatrist and knew her fair share of cops. She could be helpful…if she actually would hear a damned word Saul would say. “Courtney, listen… listen... FuckingLISTEN!” he shouted. “I’m with Mari, okay? She got assaulted…”“You’re a fuckingassholeSaul. Is this the same as your ‘Emergency Stay’ dog shit you used last time when you werebangingthat cocktail waitress?” Actually that had been a gym trainer, but he saw no reason to correct her. “No god-damn it! This is life and death! Sam is…”“You think I want to hear your bullshit lies Saul? Go fuck yourself.”“Wait Courtney, I…” The car’s system announced the call had ended. Saul pounded the steering wheel with his fist. “God damned bitch!” he shouted. His shrew of an ex-wife didn’t even let him explain the situation." Sorry you had to hear that. Things aren’t,. They really that civil between Courtney and me, right now." Saul felt himself turn a little red as he felt Mari's stare....and judgement.

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